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The feeling of earth beneath hoof in a forest was always more exhilarating than in the city. There was a primal energy that coursed through the soil that sent electric sparks from Krys's hooves all the way up to her horns and made the young satyr feel truly at home.

Looking around the campsite, Krys chewed on her lip a bit as she watched the others setting up tents a safe way away from where the fire would be built. Thomas and Richard, the two trolls that they'd invited to do most of the heavy lifting more than anything, were busy setting up the cooking station while assuring Taylor that they weren't planning to spend the night in the woods.

Krys was about to ask herself why Taylor had even invited the two along before she realized that her sister had probably planned to try sleeping with them. Even among satyrs Taylor had a reputation for stretching more than just her luck with partners. The last thing Krys wanted to do was listen to her sister bitch in the emergency room because she tore something.

Shaking her head, Krys looked around as she shifted her hiking pack more on her shoulder. Where her sister and their friends were planning a bonfire turned orgy she was actually hoping to just explore the woods and enjoy a nice night away from the city. Despite her sister's best efforts Krys very happily kept her sexual exploits limited to her fingers and the images she sometimes browsed online.

Passing by their resident harpy, Krys looked up to watch the petite male using his avian feet to very skillfully lash together what she could only describe as a travel nest in the braches of a sturdy pine. Twine was his name if she remembered right; she'd only met him twice but they'd made quick friends all things considered. Given his lack of proper hands she wasn't fond of texting so they didn't talk as much as she wanted.

"Hey Twine!" she called up as she ignored her sister's questions of where she was going, "You wanna go on a hike with me?"

The harpy perched and tilted his head in a very bird-like way that made Krys's smile stretch just a bit wider. "You sure? I think we were going to bust out the food and start roasting things soon."

Krys shrugged as she replied, "Up to you. I just know that you might enjoy getting to stretch your wings and I could use an eye in the sky to help me navigate."

Taking into the air before gracefully landing beside her Twine said, "Sure. That sounds really lovely actually... I don't think I've gone flying outside the city since I was still working with my training wings."

The satyr arched a brow. "Is that really a thing?"

Giving a bright, warm laugh at the question the harpy shook his head. "Nah, we just get helmets but it got a funny look out of you. Give me a bit to get set up here and I'll catch up, okay? I should be able to find you pretty quickly from up top."

"Sounds like a plan," Krys said with a nod as she turned and started towards the woods. Glancing back, she felt a slight bit of pink rise to her cheeks as she saw Taylor and a couple of the others, Twine among them, already starting to disrobe for the evening. She pulled her eyes away from the harpy before she risked a glance down.

The satyr let her hooves carry her into the woods faster than she probably had meant to. Her mind started to war with the innate passion she felt burning inside her at the sight of the naked group. Instinct told her to go join them and tackle Twine to be her first time but logic told her she knew better than to give in to that. She had been against the notion of the camping trip as soon as they'd revealed it was just an excuse to go fucking out in nature. Still, Krys couldn't give away a chance to her away from the city so easily.

She paused as she caught the scent of running water on the wind. Closing her eyes, her ears flicked as she took in the various scents that the breeze gifted her. Pine, running water, and pure soil. She could feel the way it gave under her weight and that natural energy coursed through her as she kept walking at a slower pace.

Why does it bother me though?

Krys sighed as she shook the thought from her head and tapped on one of her horns. "Shush you."

It's a fair question though. You've wanted to join in with them since you turned sixteen and now you're actually old enough to do so without having to worry about legal issues. Why not join them?

_ _ "Cause I don't want that to be what people think of me for," she told herself as she turned and followed along the shore of a small stream that matched the scent she'd picked up. "Everyone sees Taylor and just sees a pair of goat legs that will spread if you ask her nicely and she does everything in her damned power to enforce that thought. Hell, the looks that most of the guys already give me because they know I'm her sister make me sick."

You don't have to be your sister. You like being a nerd that reads books and quotes your favorite creepypastas from memory and that's fine. That doesn't mean you can't relax a little and enjoy some naked alone time with the harpy boy.

_ _ "Shush you," she said again as she actually rapped her horn against a tree as she passed by it. "No commentary about the harpy boy."

He's cute though.

_ _ "I mean he is cute but that doesn't mean anything."

It means you wanted to look at his ass more. I'm your internal monologue. You literally cannot lie to me if you tried. Go ahead, tell me you didn't try to look between his legs before you ran away scared that you wouldn't run away if you did.

_ _ She hated herself as she came to a pause and bit her lip. "A little. I... shut up. He'll be here any minute now and the last thing I want is for him to see me talking to myself."

I'd have thought the last thing you would have wanted him to see was you naked with the way you've been talking. Or is that what you actually want?

_ _ "Still hate you," Krys added with a scowl as she kept walking again. "You're not helping."

Dearie, I'm your internal monologue. My job is to tell you the things you don't want to say out loud because if you do you'll think you're crazy or realize that it's entirely true. Which is it this time?

_ _ Before she could even attempt a response the fluttering of wings caused Krys to freeze in place. She smelled him before she saw him; that distinctly sweet aroma that defined Twine and helped further shatter any sense of manliness the harpy might every try to convey. It was not unlike her favourite wash she used for her fur which did little to calm her situation.

Turning, the satyr prayed to whatever god or goddess might be listening that she wasn't blushing nearly as bad as she thought she was. Twine was, as expected, as naked as he had been when she left and no amount of willpower could have kept her glance from dipping down. The sight made her both tense and bite back a whimper. She had thought birds were supposed to be small.

"You okay?" Twine asked as he cocked his head in that same birdlike fashion once again. He naturally pulled his blue feathered wings to rest against his torso which helped shield his nudity from Krys about five seconds too late.

Damn. I'm impressed.

_ _ She cursed herself internally as she forced a smile. "Y... yeah!" Crap, a stutter... Taking a breath, she looked around and said, "Based on the topography and the local flora it looks like this stream should empty out into a lake nearby maybe? Or a river? Wanna go see?"

His smile melted what little denial she had left. "Sure! Want me to fly ahead and check or just sort of bird hop along behind you? I'm nowhere near as land capable as you are."

"Bird hopping is fine," she said as she looked away and tried to calm her nerves. "Did my sister make a stink about you running off with me?"

There was a pause just long enough to catch Krys's attention before Twine responded, "Not really. She is already in the liquor and trying to get that kobold to fuck her. I can see why you ran off."

"She's-"

"a bit much?" Twine interrupted. "Honestly, it's pretty bad but I didn't want to say anything. I thought we were doing it as a nude weekend trip with maybe one or two of the others having sex. I didn't know she had planned it as an orgy until after we were halfway here."

"You still got naked," Krys commented back as she turned to glance at him.

Twine shrugged. "Naked doesn't mean sex. It's why I put my nest so high so she can't try and get up at me. I came to be naked and spend the weekend with you." He looks her over with a kind smile. "I noticed you're the only one still clothed. I'm guessing you weren't aware of the plans until around the same time as me?"

"I had my suspicions. That said... she's mu sister. I had to at least pretend to have faith in h- Wait, what did you say?" She paused as it clicked in her mind.

"Er, which part? I said a lot."

Krys tsked. "You... came to spend the weekend with me?"

"Well, I mean, yeah," Twine said with a smile. "Who else was I going to talk about creepypastas and literature with all weekend? My brother and sisters are just as bad as yours some day and they don't have the whole 'satyr genetics' excuse I've heard Taylor use. When I heard you were going I was kind of depressed I wouldn't get to talk to you but then your sister invited me along."

Krys blushed more than she already was at that. "So you came to geek out with me?"

"Also to be naked. That's kind of nice," the harpy commented with a chirp at the end of it. "If it makes you uncomfortable though I'll totally go and put something on. I sort of figured out you maybe weren't okay with it about the time you ran into the woods after already stripping but... oh man I'm so dumb! I should have dressed before I came..."

"No! No." Krys looked away for a moment. "It's alright. Really, I mean that. I just wasn't expecting, um, I mean I've never... with anyone else..."

"Oh." Twine chuckled softly. "I mean if it helps I won't judge either way. You should do what you want and what makes you comfortable. I came to spend the weekend with you. I will still have an amazing weekend even if I don't see you naked."

Keep him. I like him.

_ _ He was too damned charming and Krys couldn't help but wonder if he wasn't trying to work some of that fabled harpy magic on her to ease her nerves. Whatever he was doing was working as she started to feel more than a little silly about being so bashful around him.

Still, it was something new and that scared her. That was natural, right? Of course it was. He was being kind though and nothing if not supportive.

Naked doesn't mean sex... even if that's what you really want from it. Take a chance. You won't know if you don't try dear.

_ _ Closing her eyes, Krys took a breath and said, "Would you, um, turn around for a moment? Don't leave. Just turn around?" She opened one eye to look at him.

It took the harpy a moment before he smiled and nodded. "Sure thing. I'm here if you need me." With that he turned on his narrow legs and even moved a wing to help shield his backside. It was a cute, if unnecessary, gesture that only helped to further calm Krys's nerves.

Turning around, Krys debated with herself for a moment where to start. The satyr had self-consciously overdressed when she'd found out the plans for the weekend with the intention of never being without the safety of her layers. Now, however, she had to plan the best strategy to lower her defenses. Her inner monologue had its own opinions that she was respectfully ignoring; while fun to think about she wasn't ready to just foist her panties at the object of her affection and confidence. Especially not with their current state of dampness.

Swallowing hard she chose to start with the topside. Her fingers were trembling as she unzipped her hoodie and only realized after it was undone that she had to take off her hiking pack before she could actually remove it. Setting her bag down she took the time to carefully fold the article of clothing before debating what next.

Her tshirt followed as she felt the chill of the October air against her pale, bare skin. She reached back to undo her bra but paused as she made the mistake of thinking about what she was doing.

It's okay if you want to stop here. You don't have to do more than you want to.

_ _ She unclasped the bra and looked down as her breasts were exposed; two firm handfuls that were easily dwarfed by most of her species, each with a pink, stiff peak that she could attribute to the chill if she had to.

"Are you alright?" Twine asked from behind her as she set the bra down.

"Yeah, just... taking my time, you know? Baby steps? Do harpies have those?" She tried to throw in a joke at the end to break the tension and was relieved when Twine gave that chirping laugh that she adored.

"Something like that though we usually learn to fly before we walk well. Spindly bird legs are not the most uh... graceful things. Not like you. I bet you could walk on air if you tried with all the grace you have."

Oh, damn girl. That flattery. I change my vote. Throw the panties at him and just scream "Take me!"

_ _ While not her panties, Krys did ball up and toss her shorts behind her and laughed as she heard the harpy give a surprised chirp. "Flattery is appreciated. I'm almost done."

"Take your time. I'm not going anywhere unless you tell me to. This is all your moment right here."

Hooking her thumbs into her panties, Krys bit her lip as she dared herself to be brave. It was the last thing, the last wall of defense before she was bare and exposed. It was what she wanted and it resonated with that same primal feeling of the earth beneath her hooves. She bid that magic to make her brave as she took a breath.

"Hey, uh... turn around now? Don't say anything but just turn around?"

She waited until she heard the leaves beneath his feet stop and could feel his eyes on her. Her insiders were an inferno of raging fear and passion. Nature and demenour clashing as she begged herself to just be brave. She wanted this even if she didn't know how to put it into words.

Letting out her breath, she slipped her panties down as she bent over at the waist. She knew he could see. She hoped that he was looking. She slowly stepped out of the final garment before setting with the others before turning and forcing a smile.

Somehow, when her eyes flicked down, he was bigger and it tipped the war against her fear as she looked up. He was blushing too and something about that made her smile more.

"So, um," she said with a nervous laugh, "I'm naked."

"Yeah," he said a bit breathlessly as if he'd forgotten how to take one while he looked at her, "Yeah you are. How do you feel?"

Amazing. Perfect. Happy. Horny as hell.

_ _ "I feel naked," she said with a smile as she looked to him. "That's okay, right?"

"That's kind of what you should feel like." Twine blushed more and smiled kindly. "You're really beautiful, you know that?"

"Now that I'm naked?"

The harpy chuckled as he took a step forward and offered her her shorts that he'd draped over one wing. "No, you're always beautiful. Though I do like you naked too."

She smiled as she took her shorts and tossed them onto her bag without folding them. "I like you naked too." Krys took a breath and said, "You know naked doesn't mean sex."

"No, naked most certainly doesn't mean sex," the harpy agreed as he looked her over.

"It can though."

He smiled. "It most certainly can." Stepping closer, he moved to gently wrap his wings around her as his erection pressed into her stomach and her breasts came to rest against his chest. "Is that what you want?"

Her response was to gently wrap her hands around his arousal and shiver as she realized she could barely meet her fingers around it. "The satyr part of me says yes."

"What does the Krys part of you say?" His tone was kind and warm; not a single ounce of urgency even as her fingers held his now twitching erection as though it were some fragile piece of art.

Krys smiled softly. "It says we should find where this stream goes... and that being a satyr sometimes is a good thing. Most of all... It says to do this." She leaned up and kissed him as her free hand moved to pull his head down the short distance into the kiss.

The way his wings held her gave her comfort and confidence even as her tongue slipped past his lips to meet his. That same primal magic she could feel beneath her hooves now radiated through her and fueled the fire of her core. She didn't have to be her sister but that didn't mean she couldn't let herself indulge too.

She wasn't sure how long the kiss continued as she stroked Twine's shaft steady. She could feel his pulse as it quickened; his cock twitching faster and starting to throb in time with it. When the harpy tensed she wasn't sure why until she felt the warmth coating across her stomach as he came hard while his tongue continued to play with hers.

Pulling from the kiss, Krys blushed and said, "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to..."

"To make me cum? That's sort of the point, isn't it?" The harpy chuckled softly and kissed her again. "It's alright. I am pretty darn sure that there is more to be had if you want it." He looked between them and smiled. "Is it awful to say it looks good on you?"

She blushed as she reached down and touched his semen as it clung to her pale skin. Raising it to her lips, she licked some from her fingers nervously and blushed. "It's not as terrible as I expected it would be. Kind of sweet actually. Matches your scent."

"Keep a secret?"

Krys snorted at that but nodded. "Sure."

The harpy gently pulled her back to him and kissed her again. "I've never had someone help me get off before. Kind of hard to do with wings, you know? I was totally afraid I was about to piss myself."

"And you didn't say anything?" Krys asked with an arched brow and a playful grin. "What if you had?"

"I was distracted! The kissing was good and I didn't want to scare you!" Twine put up his wings as if raising his arms in a plea of innocence. "I would have stopped if I'd actually started to... you know..."

Krys hummed as she realized she still had her hand on his shaft. Thinking, she took a breath and said, "You're still hard."

"Well, you are still stroking it..."

"Yeah," Krys commented as she continued to still stroke him. She hummed and lowered herself down to a squatting position. Thanks to her legs being those of a goat it helped her lower herself just enough to do what she was thinking. "Yeah."

She licked the droplets of cum that still stuck to the head of the harpy's uncut shaft. The satyr grinned as she heard him chirp and tense at the feeling. Taking a breath, Krys thought back to the images she'd searched for and the stories her sister had shared of past experiences before starting to kiss and lick along the full length of Twine's shaft from base to tip.

Her hands moved around the harpy to help support him as best she could even as Krys cursed her impulses for not at giving her time to at least find a tree for him to lean on. Still, the scent of him mixed with the sweet taste along her tongue only helped to stoke the fires inside her. Where she thought her clothing had been a wall to keep her safe she realized now they'd been a cage to keep her passions back.

Here, in the wild away from any but the one she chose as her lover, the satyr felt her nature burning forth as passion took hold. There was something to it that tempered her though. For a brief moment, as she took the harpy's erection past her lips to try her hand at giving a blowjob for the first time, she realized that she only wanted him. Her thoughts went to the other men in camp who she knew she would need only bend over for to have them inside her and the thought turned her off entirely.

Twine, however, reignited the flame in an instant as she continued to work at him. She had no want to be the whore her sister was. Her passion, like much else about her, was limited and focused on what she wanted and enjoyed. She didn't know if that was normal but here, naked with the cock she'd fantasized about more times than she'd ever tell him, she didn't care.

Pulling off, Krys took a breath as she looked up at him and said, "I think we need to find where the stream ends. I feel like I'm on fire. Like I'm burning."

Welcome to being in heat dear. Took you long enough.

_ _ If Twine had intended to say anything Krys didn't give him the chance. She turned with a whimper and got on all fours as she looked back at him. "Please... make the burning stop?"

There was no hesitation. Whatever primal force was driving her was clear in Twine's eyes as well as the harpy managed to lower to his knees behind her. She could see the hunger, the same burning need that she knew he could see in her. The air around them was electric as she reached between her legs to help guide him even as he used his wings to grip her hips as best he could.

It wasn't the defloration she'd been expecting. Krys had assumed she'd have a less than pleasant cherry popping in some hotel room with whoever she married and it would be over and she'd go to bed after. Instead, the satyr felt her virgin depths starting to spread as she angled the harpy into her. Her voice came out a loud moan as the head of his cock spread her labia and slipped inside.

The pain was less than she'd imagined it would be as a sharp thrust forced Twine's cock through her hymen. She still let out a pained cry that gave the harpy pause only long enough for Krys to rock back to take him deeper. He was big, the stretch more than she'd thought she could take her first time, but her heat was helping ease the pain of the stretch even as it happened.

Finally, after only a moment, he was fully seated inside of her. He paused and she let him as the two just existed in that moment of Twine and Krys joined as one. They were both breathing heavily.

"Is this okay?" Twine's voice was soft as the harpy looked down at her. "Did we go too fast?"

Krys whined softly as she said, "Not at all. Hell... I'm glad I had the resolve not to just jump you when you landed. You make me brave."

"How do I do that?"

The satyr just grinned softly. "Tell you after. I believe you are supposed to be doing something right now."

As Twine pulled out until only a couple inches rested inside Krys gasped at the feeling of absence. The profound feeling of there being nothing where there had just been a very large something was more than she'd expected. Thankfully, the harpy didn't delay in ridding her of the sensation as he started to thrust back into her.

Eventually Twine had built up a steady rhythm as he pumped his shaft in and out of Krys's depths. Her tight walls stroked and milked along his shaft as the harpy started to work faster until his sack tapped against her mound with every forward thrust.

Moaning out in bliss, Krys felt a familiar sensation starting to build within her. She could feel him throbbing just as he had before unloading on her hand and the building of her own climax was starting to race to her attention. She opened her mouth to tell him to pull out but what came out was a whimpering moan for him to thrust harder.

Consequences be damned.

She felt the harpy start to pull out and instead drove herself back to bottom him out fully inside of her; every inch buried in her tight embrace as she cried out in a loud moan.

She came as soon as she realized he wasn't trying to pull out anymore. She could feel him throbbing in his release as he let a torrent of his seed pump into her unprotected depths. Likewise, her orgasm helped her inner muscles milk him of every drop as she drew it all into her where her fire demanded it be.

What did surprise her was when he didn't stop even as his climax subsided. To her wonder Twine simply gripped her hips tighter and continued to thrust as quickly as he could. His moans turned into birdlike chirps and trills as he leaned over her and rested his head between her horns. She supported both of their weights as he rutted her hard and fast.

Be the time he stopped she'd lost track of how many times they'd climaxed together. She could feel his essence deep inside her and by some grace none had leaked out from what she could see. Panting hard, she finally lowered to the ground with him atop her like a feathery, breathing blanket and together the two passed out alongside the stream.

When they woke up there were no shared words between them. Only a kiss as Twine pulled his still hard shaft from her depths. The two stood on shaky, tremblings legs as they looked at one another before looking down between Krys's thighs.

Not a single drop escaped.

They exchanged nervous looks that became nervous smiles before eventually turning into devious grins. The sun had long since set and no one had come to find them. No doubt Taylor was in the middle of the orgy she'd been hoping for.

Tonight, however, belonged to them. As they laid back together alongside the stream, Krys kissed Twine as she moved the harpy between her thighs and felt him sink back inside. Tomorrow they'd talk about creepypastas and plans for their relationship in the future. Tonight was about nature and the freedom that they shared.

Tonight they learned what it meant to be a satyr.