The forest whispered its secrets in hushed voices on the wind. Birds twittered in the trees overhead. Lilac's hips popped from side to side as she eased down the mossy embankment. She was surefooted on cloven hooves, with a smooth white and tawny coat that extended from her fetlocks up her belly, nearly to her small breasts. Under a chestnut mane, twin horns grew from her skull, curling around in tight spirals above her tapered ears. Like most fauns, she enjoyed the peace and tranquillity the forest provided, but not the loneliness that came with the isolation. There weren't many creatures capable of conversing in this region and fauns were rare creatures. It had been many years since she'd seen another.
Her growing thirst had made her stop and follow the sound of flowing water. Now a rushing creek twisted through the rocks in front of her. Lilac bent to drink, her rump poised in the air while she lapped at the cool water. This was one of those times where having hands like humans or the fairies would be useful. Instead she had just the two fingers at the end of each arm, with long nails reaching down to her knuckles. They weren't as dexterous as hands either, just cumbersome in their half hand -half hoof formation.
Her short tail wriggled as she drank. When she pulled her face out of the stream, water dribbled down her chin. She snapped at the tussock of sweet grass on the bank and chewed while she caught her breath. She was always looking for new clearings of grass to graze on. It was autumn and getting harder to find food. She had to go further from the little hollow tree she currently called home. Maybe it was time to move on.
The air felt cold where it met her exposed vulva. The pouting lips were slick with discharge. Lilac bit her cheek. That was another problem of autumn, heats. She'd have several before the season was out and only her stupid fingers to bring her any relief.
She reached down between her legs and slid one of the digits into her enflamed hole. They were not smooth or shaped right for this at all, but her vagina itched and begged to be touched, so she stroked its walls the best she could. More of her juices spewed out onto her fingers and she stuffed a second one into the passage. Pumping them furiously, she humped her arm, the dirt soiling her hocks where they dug into the earth. A few more rapid thrusts pushed her to a small climax. Feeling somewhat unsatisfied, Lilac washed herself off in the stream before continuing her journey.
A while later the ground underfoot became rather rocky, not too difficult for her goat half to manage at first, but the soil was soft from recent rains and slid out from under her. She lost her balance and tumbled down a small cliff with the landslide. Coughing, she brushed the dirt from her coat and got to her feet. She stared up at the point where she'd fallen. It was about three metres above her and the loose ground meant she had no hope of climbing. With a sigh, she spun around and headed in a new direction.
Steep walls surrounded her on most sides, but she spotted a narrow path under some bare tree roots. The tunnel continued on for a hundred or so metres. Lilac was glad for the open roof, or she would have felt claustrophobic within the slender crevasse. When it opened out, it was into a small cavern with high sides. It looked like a sinkhole. The sky looked so far away.
