As Fauna made her way across the field, the air became touched with the delicate sound of trickling water. "What luck!" she said to herself. Though she enjoyed spending time with the flowers, the experience had left her skin tacky and covered with pollen, and she would have given anything for a quick rinse. As she descended the hill, she saw a deep, wide groove in the earth, separating the field from the woods. It was too wide to jump and, more than likely, too deep to climb. Luckily, there was a bridge. It had three tall gates, one on either end and one in the middle, and each gate had a guard. The first guard was a fairly short olive-skinned satyr with hairy legs, cloven hooves, and small thorn-like horns sprouting from the curly brown hair atop his head. When Fauna came too close, he held out his arm.
"Halt!" he said. "Only residents of the Wood of Wonder may pass."
Fauna tilted her head as she closed the gap between them. "I wasn't told about this," she said. Nobody, not even Storm Caller, had even mentioned such a rule.
"New orders," the satyr said. "Outsiders must pay the toll before they proceed." Despite his small size - only up to Fauna's chest - he had a commanding voice.
"Toll? I'm afraid I have no money!"
The satyr tilted his head contemplatively. "We were told to forbid entry to those who may seek to do the Woods harm. Prove that you're an ally and you may pass." He looked around and leaned in close, thin lips pulled back in a grin, "I'll give you a hint though: satyrs love music."
"Music!" Fauna echoed with delight. "How wonderful! Alas, I left all of my instruments at home. I can give you my promise though: I seek to enter the Woods of Wonder to fight the corruption poisoning it. I seek to purify all who have been contaminated. Is my promise payment enough?"
The satyr shook his head. "It isn't, I'm afraid. You could be lying. We need proof."
"Very well then." Fauna got to her knees and set her hand on the satyr's tunic, turning his skin red. "I can play instruments," she said. "There's one I find I can play quite well, if you'll allow me."
His lips fell open, but only a confused hum buzzed out. Finally he shook his head and said, "Very well then."
Fauna lifted his tunic and coaxed his cock from its nest of hair. It had only just begun to stiffen in anticipation. "Don't be shy," she said. She shed the straps from her shoulders and allowed the bodice of her dress to fall, exposing her chest. Her breasts were somewhat small, like two apples, crisp and juicy. She pushed her hair back over her shoulders, letting it all flow down her back so nothing was obstructed. "Does this help?"
"Oh-" the satyr's voice was high as a songbird's. He had to clear his throat to make it normal again. As he did so, his cock sprang to life. "Yes, it helps tremendously."
Fauna smiled and wrapped her fingers loosely around his shaft. It was roughly the size and shape of a carrot and as red as a cherry. She petted it a few times, getting to know the basic details. The flesh was smooth and warm, almost like a stone sitting in a shallow stream, kissed by the sun's heat. She stroked it gently, feeling it twitch at her touch. The satyr stiffened. He drew a breath through his teeth, then let it go as a low, pleased hum.
"Sounds like music to me," she murmured.
He snorted. "Well, you did say that you knew how to play."
"This is merely a warmup!" She spat in her hand as gracefully as she could, then wrapped it around his cock, a bit more firmly this time, and gave it nice fast strokes. The smooth surface of the satyr's cock became disturbed with snaking veins. He began to quake, short, pleased hums buzzing behind his lips. She returned to his tip and ran her thumb around it in little circles. A small, milky bubble appeared. "Is our song finished already?"
"N-Not yet." He pressed his lips together firmly, trying to suppress his moans.
"There's no need to be ashamed," she said. She reached between his legs and found his fuzzy bollocks, warranting another yelp. "If it feels good, let me know." She smiled and added, "I love knowing that I'm doing well."
The satyr let out a pleased sigh. "You're doing phenomenally," he said.
Fauna tittered merrily. She fondled his jewels, enjoying their soft feel, admiring their weight in her hand. She returned to stroking the length of his cock, slowly and diligently to ensure that no part of him felt neglected. His breathing became fast and shallow, highlighted with quiet moans and yelps that grew louder with every breath. After a matter of minutes, he reached his crescendo, and let loose a long length of white that dropped to Fauna's knees.
"Oh!"
Fauna stood and fixed her dress. "I take it that you enjoyed my performance?" she asked.
The satyr took a few breaths and nodded. "You were quite nice," he said. "I apologize if that was short, I..."
"Was that your first time being touched that way?"
Once again the satyr turned pink. "A-Aye."
"What an honor!"
He tried and failed to stifle a smile. "Thank you, Miss. Now for the matter at hand." He turned to the gate and retrieved a key from a string around his neck, gave it a twist and then opened the way for her. "My two older brothers are at the other gates. They get a bit greedier with age, so you may have to offer them more than just a hand to get by. I'd offer to talk to them but they don't listen to me."
"Thank you for the warning," she said with a smile. She folded her hands across her abdomen and then strode onto the bridge.
As she had thought, the gap between the field and the woods was too far to jump and too deep to climb. A shallow stream had carved a ravine at least eight feet deep, perhaps even more. Twisted roots like fingers breached the soil on the wooded side, and all manner of plants and fungus clung to the damp walls. Though the water was shallow, it made the air around her cool. She strode towards the next satyr, one of medium build that matched her in height. His skin was a tad darker than his brother's, though he shared the same beautiful curls upon his head. His horns were also bigger, reminding her of the necks of gourds. He stuck out his arm when she made it about a third of the way across the bridge.
"Halt!" he ordered. His voice was deeper than his brother's, too, more confident and more commanding.
Fauna did as she was told.
"You must provide proof of your goodwill!"
