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To say that the forest was beautiful would be an understatement. Vibrant flowers, chirping songbirds, towering trees that bloomed with life in all directions. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, bestowing the forest floor with a magical warmth. A single ray of sunshine seemed to purposefully wash over smiling satyr.

The smile on the hoofed man's bearded face grew with every second. He was definitely handsome; rugged and muscled, yet adorable. A wreath of fresh flowers sat cutely across his white horns and auburn hair. A light dusting of organic glitter mingled with the glistening spilt wine across his broad chest. The satyr pranced and skipped around the forest in pure glee. You see, he'd just asked an elvish princess for her hand in marriage and she had yes! The gods had surely given their blessing this day and he couldn't wait to get home and rejoice with his brothers. The day could only get better from here.

With an exultant jump, he soared through the air, propelled by sheer mirth. The world seemed to come towards him...then suddenly yank away from him. He was now falling straight down, a firm grip dragging him by his throat. One second he was floating and the next the canopy above seemed to blur and shake. He'd been slammed down by an unseen assailant.

Caught off guard and in pain, the satyr briefly began to panic, but soon relaxed. He stared up with innocent, crystal blue eyes at his attacker and smiled.

"Oh, excuse me friend. You frightened me for a bit there," he chuckled. "I think we have a bit of a misunderstanding."

"Hmm, nope. No misunderstanding." Said the wolf-man, who's large, clawed paw was still wrapped around the goat-man's throat.

The satyr tilted his head confusedly. This land was a wondrous place, but not a dangerous one, it had never been. And although this furry face in particular was new to him, he was certain no harm would come to him. No harm came to anyone in this forest.

"Oh uhhh...well was there something I could help you with, good sir?" said the satyr, flashing his most disarming smile.

The wolf tilted his head in thought for a moment. "Ah, yes, actually, there is."

"I'd love to help! What do you need?"

"I'm going to need you to hold still."

...something was wrong. The satyr had never been asked such a thing before. Before he could protest, the wolf let go of his throat and flipped his belly on the lush grass. The satyr began to panic again. What could this man want from him. The sound of his loincloth tearing from his backside made it clear to him.

A wave of pure terror enveloped the satyr. He'd been with many women, men included, as was natural for their kind, but unlike their ancestors, they were civil enough to at least ask for consent. Unfortunately, this poor satyr hadn't bottomed in a few years. Usually it was others who'd presented their rears to him, and he hadn't thought twice about it.

"Wait wait wait wait friend! Friend, please I-I-I'm not experienced in this way! If you would just give me a moment..." he managed to sputter as he began to crawl away.

The wolf sighed. He grabbed a hold of one of the satyr's beautiful, white horns and hoisted him up.

"What part of..." he began, and with a swift motion of his elbow, swung the side of the satyr's unblemished face against a nearby tree.

"hold still..."

WHAM

"...do you not"

WHAM

"...fucking"

WHAM, WHAM

"...understand!?"

The wolf flung the fawn against the forest floor. The world spun at a hundred miles a second. The sid of the satyr's face was now lightly bruised and cut, but somehow maintained its cuteness. Tears streamed downed his soft cheeks and mixed with the blood trailing from his broken nose. He laid there, wheezing and lightly sobbing, keeping perfectly still. He'd never seen any aggression or violation like this, much less experienced it. His heart raced so fast hurt. He wanted to go home. He wanted this demon of a wolf stop hurting him. What had happened to this joyous day? All of the sudden the sun ceased to exist, but it was just the looming figure of the wolf above his quivering body.

"...p-please. I b-b-beg of you, stop. I'll do whatever you want j-just please don't hurt me anymore." The satyr pleaded.

"Hmph, you shoulda thought of that before you tried to run. But I guess if you be a good little goat bitch I won't kill you."

Kill?!! The world was spinning too much. I prayed that he might blackout and awake from this nightmare. Because that's what it surely was, a bad dream. But his nightmare had only just begun, and it was getting worse. His eyes wandered down and he felt a liquid warmth across his leg.

Between the wolf's legs was what could only be described as a pulsating, third leg. The canine member must have been a foot-and-a-half long and ridiculously thick around the knot. His captor meant to put that in him. More tears ran down his face.

The wolf chuckled. "Awww, you're so adorable when you cry. I bet you'd be even cuter when you scream. Let's see if we can get those vocal cords warmed up." And with that the wolf yanked the satyr to his knees by his hair and shoved his menacing cock to his pursed lips.

The wolf chuckled, surprised by this meek act of defiance. The faun's scruffy face twisted in a disgusted grimace, like a grumpy child who didn't want to eat their vegetables. It was all just too cute. The wolf flattened his palms and slapped and brought it swiftly against the goat's unbruised cheek. The satyr bleated, opening his mouth just enough for the wolf to shove the pointed tip of his prick inside.

The satyr gagged as the cock forced his jaws open. It tasted filthy, the stench of the wolf's previous victims burning his nostrils. Yet, he found himself leaning forward just enough for the canine's cock to slide further. He'd never been treated this way before and hated it, but his body couldn't help becoming excited at these new sensations.

"There we go! Good little slut."

The fauns body betrayed him, his mouth salivating at the wolf's crude encouragements, allowing another few inches to slide in. Two large paws gripped his horns, the satyr braced himself for what was to come.

As the wolf yanked his head forward, he bucked his hips, slamming his infernal cock against the goat's throat. The wolf brutally fucked the satyr's mouth, picking up speed at the sounds of gagging and sputtering. The satyr's stomach heaved and the world began to spin again from lack of action and pain. His throat muscles loosened just enough to allow the rest of the wolf's cock down his throat.

The wolf stood there, marveling at the obscene bulge in the satyr's throat, and the panicked expression on his face. The wolf slapped the satyr again. "Breathe through your nose, idiot. You little bastards are cute, sure aren't bright though."

Now ticked off, the canine started again, only twice as fast, slamming his hips into the sobbing satyr's face. The knotbeat against his lips, eager to join the rest of the wolf's cock in his mouth. The sparkling forest became filled with the sounds of lewd, violent gurgling and gagging, silencing the songbirds.

The satyr's rapist continued to violate his tight throat, sending the occasional swat to the face that left red marks in its wake. The rapist slammed hard one last time into the faun's throat. The satyr's eyes grew wide again, realizing the wolf's goal. The canine balled his fist and beat the back of his head, like hammer driving in a nail, until a resounding POP was heard that could only be the dislocation of his jaw.

The satyr's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he tried to scream. Sloshing gallons of wolf jizz flooded his esophagus and moved forcefully into his stomach. The horrible feeling of his belly distending made him want vomit, to run away, to shout in protest, but the formidable knot kept him silent and in his place.

A sigh of satisfaction escaped the wolf as he released his giant load, jet by jet, down the satyr's inviting gullet. He caressed his new toy's cheek and wiped away a tear.

"Aww, don't cry little guy. You really should save your tears for the really fun part. Also, make sure not to puke or pass out. We don't want any unexpected accidents, now do we?" the wolf said with smile.

By the time the wolf's floodgates had finally emptied themselves, the satyr looked pregnant well into the third trimester, cum sloshing noisily within him. With another yank, the wolf's knot was forcefully tugged out of the satyr's mouth, followed soon by the rest of the dick. The goat man looked absolutely miserable; cum and saliva dripping from his chin, the side of his face covered in a swelling bruise, a new stream of blood from his nostril, and the look of pure despair in his once bright eyes.

The wolf didn't give the poor goat any time to rest. His kick the satyr's chest, knocking him to the ground. After a few more kicks to his sides, enjoying the jiggling of his bloated belly, the wolf yanked his prey up by his horns once more. The satyr stood on wobbly, furry legs that, although were thick with muscle, were not made for fighting or running very fast.

"If you keep being a good fuck toy, then this will be over soon enough. But if not, then I can't promise that your end will be swift. You understand?"

The satyr nodded meekly.

"Good bitch. Go stand at that tree and face it."

The satyr gulped and stepped gingerly towards the tree, his swollen stomach brushing against the mossy bark.

"Lift your tail."

"P-plea-"

"I SAID LIFT YOUR FUCKING TAIL FAGGOT!" the wolf roared. The satyr's fluffy tail sprung up a split second later, giving the wolf a satisfying few of the faun's fat ass. It was plush and irresistibly squeezable, sending the wolf's senses into a frenzy.

A new stream of urine sprayed from the satyr's sizeable penis, that although was large for his kind, was no match for the wolf's. The smell of pure fear ingited the wolf's senses, grabbing the satyr by his ivory horns and angling his cock against his virgin pucker.

"Beg me to rail you, slut."

"...Please f-fuck me."

"Louder." The wolf growled

"Please fuck me with your huge cock!"

And without another moment's delay the wolf spear half his cock into the satyr's furry ass, with only his spit as lubricant. The pain was immediate, a blood curling scream escaping the satyr's throat. This was all the wolf needed, shoving the rest of his thick pole into the goat's guts. The satyr came with painful force, spraying his own load against the tree bark.

"See, I knew you'd like it, ya dumb faggot."

The faun's life flashed before his eyes. He felt his body on the verge of being torn in two, his ass lips straining against the canid cock. The wolf pulled out almost all the way, and rammed back in, causing his bitch to bleat and scream. With every thrust, the wolf's dick punched his prostate, sending unbelievable waves of pleasure through his body. The wolf picked up the pace and fucked into the satyr wildly, holding him by the horns.

He slammed the satyr's face against the tree trunk and punched and clawed his sides, making sure to leave his mark on his prize. And the satyr's face hit the tree with a snap, but it wasn't from the tree. All the pain and his stomach in his backside clouded his mind, and he couldn't tell what had broken. Suddenly, a terrible aching materialized at the top of his skulls.

"Ha-ha, whoops. Hope those come with an insurance policy." The wolf giggled, waving the piece of broken horn in front of the goat.

That was it. The was the last straw. The satyr could no longer take this cruel reality. He began to wail louder than ever before in an adorably childish fashion; crying for his mother and that he wanted to go home. He begged to the gods that they would spare his life and save him from this demon. This only made the wolf fuck his sore cunt faster, jackhammering him like a living fleshlight.

"It hurts! It hurts! It hu-"a swift punch to the back of his head promptly shut him up. And as if the situation could become any worse, the wolf's knot broke past the last defenses of the satyr's anus. The wolf began to fuck even harder, his swollen not included.

The satyr screamed and screamed until his voice was hoarse. Had no one heard him? Had the elves, the fairies, the centaurs, the gods, his own brethren not heard his cries for help. They hadn't. He wondered if he was even truly alone, as the violator couldn't possibly have a soul.

After what seemed like a century in hell, wolf roared and shoved his cock deep into the satyr's damaged intestinal track. Something gave way, and a torrent of thick cum began to fill his already swollen. The satyr made no sound, only twitching convulsing as he came for the 9th time that afternoon. Thick globs of smelly cum flew from his nose and his mouth, the current stream forcing some out the other way.

The to-be-married satyr now lay slumped on the ground, unmoving and unspeaking. A glaze over his eyes that would otherwise make him look dead if it hadn't been for barely visible, slow, shallow breaths. Semen, sweat, and spittle covered him from head to hoof. His back now glistened with blood where the wolf bit his shoulder. He was missing a tooth, his jaw was dislocated, two ribs bruised, several claw marks across his back, and patches of furry torn off his cute tushy. The satyr's stomach was gravid, appearing as if he'd swallowed two full-grown satyrs. The only thing keeping the vile fluid from leaking out of his ruined cunt was the wide end of his own horn. His body convulsed once more and he reach orgasm again, and at that moment wished the wolf would end him.

The wolf sat up from where he was sitting, enjoying the light of happiness and hope fade from the satyr's beautiful eyes. This world's nature worked in strange ways. No matter how horrible and unholy the sight, it always managed to make everything seem so beautiful. The satyr was still adorable and picturesque in his violated state. The wolf stood up and released a long stream of urine across the goat man's body, making sure to soak his fur and his hair.

"Well, that was fun. Let's do this again some time. See ya around!" and with that the wolf was on his way, walking through the beautiful forest.