What a relief it is to leave the human world behind.
Its grey buildings - carparks, airports, the endless adverts, the screens blaring nonsense around the clock. Its rules, taxes, poisons, prisons. All its rubbish, mounting to the sky, choking the life and freedom out of the poor benighted creatures that inhabit it. They think it's all so important. But thankfully, they have largely forgotten us. The Elder Race.
We don't need their technology. We have animal wisdom, and magic. Their hubbub and wholesale destruction have leached most of it out of the world. But fortunately, in the far flung reaches of the earth, we've preserved our sacred places in a parallel dimension. One that they can't see. Although the few that can truly feel can sense its loss, search for it in the wild. And sometimes they are closer than they realize.
We've learned to pass as human. But several times a year, we return to replenish our vital force. And once a year... to mate.
Leaving my car behind, I strike out into the forest on foot. The day passes, the forest grows deeper. The path more forbidding. And finally ends in impenetrable brush. At least so it seems to human eyes. It's just as well. It would be death for them to enter here.
And there He is. Everywhere, invisible. My Lord. I feel His presence within and without me. I hail Him. "I see thee, Pan. And honor Thee. Praise be to you. Thank you for my life and all its blessings". Leave the offering at the rude stone altar. Remove my clothes and leave them with my pack.
And walk on.
Sure enough, the transformation begins. With every step, my legs lengthen. Taper into hooves. My haunches grow muscular, my torso leaner, only my face remains unchanged... finally, glorious horns rise from my head. And a short dark pelt grows to my waist, clothing my legs, my loins.
The constant dull chatter of my human brain fades away and is replaced by the wordless, clear, all encompassing awareness of the animal. My distance sight sharpens, my hearing and smell more acute... i sense everything in 360 degrees round me. My stance wary and alert. My stride long. Nothing and no one can escape my notice. Woe betide anyone or anything that would approach me with ill intent.
I am my true self. A faun. What an incredible relief. All my concerns fall away, and I am a creature of the moment. This present moment only. And it expands to infinity.
And then... I pick up the scent. The one I have longed for is near. You. The whiff of your musk, like ambrosia. Like the first low, grave, thrilling notes of a grand overture. My heart and my pace quicken. Soon, we will be reunited...
The forest opens into a colonnade of massive trees, a cathedral of dark emerald, the canopy so high and dense that sunlight can barely enter. But far in the distance, hints of gold.
As I draw nearer, I see the sacred glade. Meadow of soft grass and sweet, small, eternally blooming wildflowers. At the center, an ancient stone slab: a monolith long ago toppled by time.
And there you are. Clothed in sunlight.
Tall, lean, willowy, graceful. Long, slender thighs disappear into the white, shining fleece of your calves, which end in graceful golden hooves. Your only concession to modesty a tiny fur garment encircling your hips... White, like your fleece, and the glorious horse tail rising above your magnificent ass. White like your impossible cascade of shining hair, barely concealing your small, girlish breasts. Setting off your tawny, perfect skin.
And your face. Shining like the sun. Delicate, heart shaped. Full lips, moist, parted. Huge, luminous eyes, glowing with quiet, wordless wisdom. Pools of glory, portals into a world of unending delight. On your head, a garland of wildflowers, and the crowning glory: a pair of great, curling, golden horns.
I'm struck, as if by lightning, by your beauty... all sound erased by the pounding of my blood in my ears, all thought obliterated, nothing in me but love and desire for you, and thoughtless, animal lust. You spot me at the edge of the glade. Hold me in your clear, steady gaze. And look down, smiling at the monstrous member rising from my shaggy loins.
