Friends With A Faun

There was some mild demand for this one, but I only recently started settling on expanding the species of my modern monstergirls. That is, making hybrids as the species keep intermingling. I figured if you mix a shortstack halfling with a half-horse centaur, you get a rowdy, goat-legged runt who’s hyper and horny from all the horse-level hormones in a squat little body.

I couldn’t commit to using satyr or faun exclusively, so settled right off the bat that the terms are interchangeable. Half-monsters are still a new thing to the setting so proper sub-species names are still being settled on, beyond just saying “I’m half gorgon, half dwarf with some werewolf from my father’s side.” Plus it just gives me more wiggle room for this doofy setting.

For such a small creature, Rini sure hit hard. Her fuzzy little legs launched her bodily into the side of Tucker’s legs in the middle of the hall, shoulder-checking him a few inches in the other direction.

“Ey, Damian! How’s it go?” the overly familiar satyr asked jovially.

“It’s fine. Last week of school,” he reminded her.

“Oh yea! Yea! We should go party to celebrate!” Rini insisted eagerly.

“We partied last weekend.”

“Yea, but party HARD. Like sneak into a bar or do a concert or something! Wherever they’ll have beer. What are YOU lookin’ at!?” she suddenly snapped, throwing out her arms and feinting a lunge at another randomly passing student. The minotaur girl shifted a couple steps away but just kept walking.

Crossbreeds were starting to get more common as the monsters kept living among each other. Tucker knew that humans could breed with just about any other intelligent mammal, but there were some surprising results within other species. They weren’t always consistent but they were starting to find enough trends to start unofficially naming these offspring.

Satyrs (or fauns, depending on your region of the US) were what you got when a halfling, gnome, or other small humanoid managed to breed with a centaur. The short of it was you got a small person with just the two horse legs instead of four, and occasionally some horns to go with it depending on the exact breed of centaur.

Rini, for example, was barely four feet tall with reddish brown hair covering her from the waist down. She wore a short skirt for decency’s sake, not that there was much to see beneath all the soft fur. A stub of a tail poked out from beneath her clothes, usually just when she was excited. This happened to be a lot; Rini was never short on energy until she was absolutely crashing. There was some talk that it might be a glandular thing; centaur-sized hormones were hard to contain in a body that small. She had short but scruffy hair but left two long strands hanging over her deer-like ears that framed her rosy cheeks and round, smiling face. A short set of goat-like horns poked out of the peaks of her hair and her thick hooves clopped on the floor of their school’s halls with each skipping step. Her active bouncing and hopping like she might lose Tucker’s attention did not help contain her bouncing boobs the size of watermelons, barely held back by her bra that kept becoming visible beneath her low-cut top.

Tucker gave a firm pull on one of her horns, straightening Rini out to face forwards again.

“He’s not looking at anything. Calm down.”

“How can I calm down?! We’re graduating, dude! Haha!”

Rini shadowboxed at nothing in particular before jabbing Tucker in the hip a few times. He had been friends with her for a couple years (he technically just tolerated her for the first few months), so he didn’t even flinch. He had gotten used to finding random bruises on his lower half.

“Yea, but you know what you’re like when you’re wound up. Which is why we shouldn’t go party again. You know what you’re like when you’re drunk too.”

“Uh, yea. I know. Duh,” the lively satyr said sarcastically.

“I know I’m super fun and that’s why we should go do this again!”

Tucker sighed as he remembered last time she got drunk. It was fun, alright. She’d also started a fight and kicked an orc unconscious, threw up just to bounce back immediately, demanded he bring her to bed, and then pulled him in after her for an extensive makeout session before she promptly fell asleep.

“Seriously, Rini. Did somebody give you sugar again?”

“Mom had to head out early so I chugged some honey,” she answered proudly. “But that doesn’t change the fact we should be partying more! We’re gonna go to college soon, bro!”

“Right. Where you’re going to want to party more.”

“Cuz it’s college! Plus the summer! Holy shit, we need to raid a kegger during the summer. Maybe one on the beach.”

Tucker nodded along. He still had dreams about the pool party when he first saw Rini’s enormous rack in a bikini.

“Look, dude, you might literally have the liver of a horse, but I’m still mostly running on human guts.”

Technically one of his grandmas was a wood elf, not that it seemed to change much about his lanky build and dark skin.

“I can’t just take half a keg a week like you can.”

“A whole one if I don’t mind pissin’ and pukin’ some of it out,” Rini corrected.

“Of course. So why don’t we just stay in and play video games or something.”

“I guess… but who am I gonna fight with?” The faun bounced energetically between her hooves.

“You don’t have to puke and drink and fight to…” Damian rolled his eyes as she stared at him, defiantly daring him to finish his sentence.

“Compromise,” he proposed instead. “Bring over a six-pack and we just play video games all Friday night.”

“Six-pack each,” she quickly escalated.

“Fine. And we don’t leave the house because I’m not driving you anyway.”

“I could run it instead!”

“You could stagger it. Take it or leave it.”

“Ughhhhhhhhh!” Rini gave a sarcastic groan, drawing it out theatrically. She stomped around a few times, clopping her hooves while her head swung back to gawk at the ceiling.

“Fiiine. But I get to have sugar too.”

“You’re going to be a nightmare, you know that? But fine.”

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Damian’s parents were cool with the idea. They had warned him enough times and he’d been pretty responsible with how many parties he’d gone off to, considering most of them were because Rini had dragged him along. The fact that he was friends with her and hadn’t gotten either of them arrested or in an accident was a pretty huge testament to his self-control, so if he was going to be quietly drinking at home where they knew where he was, that was better off than a lot of kids his age.

“Alright!” Rini declared as she emptied her backpack of its needlessly smuggled beers and into a bucket of ice.

“TGIF, bro! Chug it!”

“It’s not even cold yet.”

“Chuuug,” she repeated in a lower vibrato as she took a bottle. She stuck its cap on her horn and popped it open before passing it to Damian, who was already sitting in front of the TV. She repeated the trick for herself only using her hoof.

“Thanks, you walking bottle opener,” he said, shaking his head at her.

“If the gods didn’t want me to drink, they wouldn’t have given me these bad boys.” She pointed proudly at her horns with both hands.

“Did they give you your ridiculous tits because you were meant to get stuck in slides?”

“That happened once! Now I don’t hear chugging!” she snapped defensively.

She pushed his beer more aggressively towards his chest. Damian sighed and took a long gulp of his bottle.

“Mm. This is pretty good,” he praised as he stopped for a breath.

“Cousin’s got a brewery in Littleoak. You said just a six pack so I wanted something good. And a proudfoot makes their shit tasty while tough enough to fuck ya up.”

She wrapped her lips around the tip of her bottle and turned it upside down, draining it in a couple seconds with the guzzling sound of plumbing at work. She dunked her bottle into the nearby trash can and grabbed her controller.

“Okay! What’re we playing?” she demanded readily.

“I got Major Miners. New battle mode kinda game where you throw pickaxes at each other.”

“Perfect. We can go one-on-one and loser takes off a piece of clothing each round.”

“What?! I didn’t agree to that!”

“Why? You a pussy?” Rini asked, pulling a hand from her controller to sock him in the arm.

“At least make it a drinking game. I haven’t even played this game. Plus you’re not even wearing pants, so you’d be at an advantage in a strip game.”

Rini was always rowdy and competitive like this. She often found any excuse to challenge him at basketball since it was one thing they had a close contest in. He had more height and experience, but Rini wasn’t afraid to fowl him to interfere in a shot. Also her little goat legs packed a shocking punch and she wasn’t afraid to shoot up and literally dunk on him.

“Then it’s a game for the game.”

Rini took two more bottles and popped them open on her horns.

“Winner drinks. Loser drinks for three seconds. Once we’re through our first pack, we do it my way.”

“Fine,” Damian agreed as he took the bottle and set it beside him. “Let’s just play already.”

Rini’s overenthusiasm worked in her favor in the early game. Her quick reflexes and trigger-happy style knocked out Damian’s guy most of the time, leaving him to down his second bottle quickly. She also wasn’t afraid to fowl him by elbowing Damian or leaning into his lap to get in his way. He was halfway through his third when he got her to down the last of her second and switch to her third in mid-chug. She gave a satisfied sigh as she smiled, her cheeks a little rosier with the warming booze inside her.

“I’m catching up,” Damian teased her as he loosened up a bit himself.

“Alright, that’s enough outta you. Big leagues time. You up for some REAL stakes? Put your clothes where your mouth is,” Rini challenged.

“You’re not gonna let this go. Fine. But no cheating.”

“I would never cheat,” the faun defended. “Unless it helped me win.”

“Big talk from a girl who doesn’t wear pants all day anyway.”

“I don’t mind telling you, as my bestie, that the breeze is VERY liberating,” she said with a waggle of her eyebrows. Damian blushed and chalked it up to her trying to get an edge on the game, so he focused on the screen.

It was touch and go at first. Rini won the first match and booed him when he took off a sock. They managed a simultaneous kill for a tie in the second round, agreeing that it meant they both polish off their beers and lose something. Damian ditched his last sock while Rini did some wriggling around in her tank top. With a proud flourish she produced her hefty bra and tossed it across the room.

She won twice more, costing Damian his shirt and pants before he could pay her back in the next round. Rini groaned noisily and flopped onto her back.

“Bullshit. Jackhammers are bulllllshit!” she complained.

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t win. Off with her top,” Damian said in a mock-regal tone.

“You just wanted to see my tits,” Rini grumbled as she slid her shirt over her head.

“I’ve seen them. A lot. And this was your idea.”

He definitely did, though. Rini was one of the bustier girls he knew for how short she was. They bobbed around like water balloons as she laid on her back and sighed. She grunted as she sat back up, folding her legs so that her hooves clopped together. The satyr pouted and took another long drink from her latest bottle of beer.

“Don’t be a sore loser. We can keep playing,” Damian assured her, leaning back on the foot of his bed in just his boxers.

Rini groaned and flopped over into his lap, frowning miserably up at him.

“CAN we though?”

“Yyyyes. That was the plan. The game’s not broken just because you’re…”

He looked over her naked body. Her mild pot belly squished cutely while her jugs were still jiggling. The fuzzy legs resting by his were always surprisingly soft compared to a real horse or a deer. He had gotten uncomfortably familiar with them when she’d insisted they pair up for a chicken fight at the pool.

“I mean at college,” she corrected. The naked fawn had a surprisingly vulnerable look on her face as she stared up at him. Her frown turned a bit more solemn.

“You’re smart. You can actually do stuff. What if I’m no good at college?”

Damian stared back as he tried to follow her drunken swerve in logic.

“You can’t be… ‘bad’ at a college. It’s just more school but living in a dorm, right?”

“Yea!” Rini said a bit more fretfully. “But then you’re gonna meet college girls and you won’t be living next door anymore. You’re gonna make better friends than me and… y’know. Tell me to fuck off…”

Rini twirled a finger through some of the messy brown hair by her horn. She avoided his gaze as she worriedly glanced elsewhere. So that was what this was about.

“Is this why you wanted all this partying stuff?” Damian asked carefully.

“Welllll… part of it,” she admitted. Her hooved feet shuffled against his carpet, as if rebelling from sitting still so long. “But I’m worried we’re not gonna see each other as much..”

The naked faun warily glanced up at him.

“Cuz I think you’re really cool. Like in a dorky way. But you put up with me better than anybody and you’re good at games and you know how to make me laugh. And you know when to tease me back and when to let me just be stupid like now, cuz I’m too drunk right now or I’d just find a reason to run away or jump around, and just…”

Rini cleared her throat and gave a rather limp-wristed punch to Damian’s upper arm. She cracked a fragile smile.

“Just… messin’ with ya. I just didn’t want you to feel weird starin’ at my potters, so…”

Damian leaned over her and kissed her on the mouth. He could feel her horse-like ears perk up, almost flapping against the side of his head as she held onto her. Her tail wagged like crazy against his leg as he felt her strong legs tense up like a fight or flight instinct. She froze up for most of it before she hugged her arms around his midsection, squeezing tightly onto his chest like she was afraid to let go and just let him kiss her deeper. He drew his head back at last to take a deep breath of air. The faun looked up at him with a hopeful and appropriately doe-eyed expression.

“Hey, Rini.”

“Yea?” she mewled.

“You’re a really good friend.”

“Mmhm!” she squeaked, nodding hopefully.

“My best friend.”

“Totally.”

“And you are really hot in your own weird way.”

Her one leg kicked, lightly rapping the back of her hoof on the floor.

“Thanks,” she squeaked in an uncharacteristically sheepish tone.

Damian ran a hand through her scruffy hair, softly rubbing between her horn and ear.

“I’m not leaving you, dummy. Not anytime I can imagine.”

Rini’s smile slowly started to return. Her legs squirmed, rubbing her thick and fluffy thighs together. She reached over and took another swig of beer to top off her courage.

“Prove it, you stilty pussy,” she said in an affectionately gentle tone.

Damian called her bluff and kissed her again. Rini moaned as soon as he touched her lips, though this time the human brought his hands down to her fluffy hips. He cupped her plump halfling-sized ass and boosted her up into his arms. She was always heavier than he thought between the extra leg muscle and her chubby curves, grunting to keep her held up against his chest. Rini still gratefully leaned into him, squashing her juicy jugs up against his similarly naked body. She let out another small squeak of surprised pleasure as her plump and hard nipples rubbed against Damian’s skin.

Rini’s dangling legs had quickly latched onto him, tightening around his waist at first. Her groin rubbed against him and he could feel the dulled wetness and warmth of her pussy grinding on him through her fur and his boxers. She started to kick with one of her legs, something he ignored as perhaps some other twitchy reflex of hers. In fact, her hoof finally caught on a seam in his underwear and yanked it down, popping his erection out into the open air.

“Mm,” she mumbled curtly in his mouth.

Damian released the kiss enough for her to pull back and take a last lick of their beer-flavored saliva.

“I um… wanted to say. This isn’t… isn’t like the beer or the horny talking right now. But I wanted to say before we do the thing that you’re like… the best guy ever. And I’m sorta super in love with you, especially right now. Cuz you taste real good and…”

“Rin? I get it. I love you too, okay,” he assured her.

“Yea, but I don’t know if you really GET it,” she insisted. She leaned in and let her head rest abruptly on his chest.

“Like all the parties and fighting and stuff is great but it’s not the same without you. You’re just this big hard rock I can alwooOOH!”

Damian relaxed his grip on her just enough to lower her a couple inches. It brushed his erection against the warm and wet patch of fur as Rini’s eyes went wide and her fingers dug into his skin with excitement.

“Rini… I get it,” he assured her as he finally found a way to quiet her down. Her hips were all but vibrating as they ground on his cock, but her folded back ears seemed to be listening.

“I’m serious too. I don’t want this to be a one-time thing either.”

Rini batted her eyes up at him with a mix of admiration and carnal need. When she was in the mood, there was no stopping her. He’d seen his faun friend loudly excuse herself to go masturbate to porn on her phone.

“Now how do I… is there like a spot where I can past the fur…?” he muttered awkwardly, shifting her hips around with his hand to try and feel out an opening for her slit.

“Oh! Right.”

Rini tensed her powerful legs around his hips and adjusted herself slightly. She sifted her fingers through her furry lower half and parted it with a pair of fingers. With one more firm roll of her hips, she guided Damian into her pussy.

Damian took a soft, sharp breath as he finally entered her, sliding himself slowly up to the hilt. Rini was much more vocal about it, her mouth dropping open with a shrill cry. Her arms wrapped tighter around his neck, clinging to him as her eyes glazed over with arousal. Her mouth was stuck open, releasing sporadic breaths through husky moans.

While most of her body tensed up, the short satyr’s hips we going into overdrive. She humped Damian like a rabbit in heat, the dull sound of her slapping against his crotch dulled by her layer of fur. The drunk and lovestruck shortstack rode his shaft hard and fast enough to make her human crush wince until he got used to the change of pace speeding right out of the gate.

“Ohhhmigod ohmigod ohmigod,” Rini chanted under her breath as she drove him into her as deep, hard and fast as she could.

She had gone wild as soon as he was inside her, and her overwhelmed expression showed no signs of slowing. It wasn’t until her hooved clopped together and her powerful legs squeezed around his waist that she let out another high-pitched shriek, leaning her head on his shoulder. Her fuzzy thighs hugged together, squeezing his cock tighter as her body quivered and jiggled. She let out a long and content groan as Damian felt her insides grow far more warm and wet as she came on his cock.

“Ohhhh yessss,” she purred as a massive grin crossed her face. She finally slowed into a few long, firm thrusts that rubbed her honeyed snatch around his shaft.

“You good?” Damian asked, running his fingers between the fur of her ass and tail.

“Real good,” she mewled, nodding rapidly.

“Want me to pull back out?”

“Oh fuck no.”

Rini smiled and shook her head. “What else you got, longstrider?”

“You are way too cocky. You know that?” Damian said before smiling and kissing her again.

“You’re the one with the slab growin’ between those legs,” Rini teased, wiggling her hips playfully. It got her to shut her eyes and moan softly as his still hard cock rubbed against her clit.

“Then at least give my arms a break,” he grunted.

Damian slid out of her long enough to turn Rini around and set her on the bed. She was left kneeling on the bedspread as he took her by the hips. He felt around her groin before she eagerly reached under her belly and spread her fur and slit for him once again. She bounced her knees on the bed excitedly as she glanced back at him, making her breasts bob as they rested along with them. Her opened slit was already drooling with excitement and her previous orgasm mixed in.

“I didn’t like these sheets anyway,” Damian joked as he stuffed himself back inside her.

His cock had started to cool down from their break but fired right back up once exposed to her pussy. Pushing into her from behind got Rini to let out a quivering moan as she arched her back. Damian reached past her hips to squeeze her plump tits from the sides, lightly molding and pulling on them like he was milking a cow. He managed to lift them up enough to brush his fingers across her firm nipples, clearly sensitive judging by her high-pitched and needy noises the more he teased them.

“Must feel natural being back on all fours, little doe,” he grunted.

It wasn’t often he had any dominant position over the feisty faun, so it felt a bit empowering. At least until one of her legs kicked back and smacked him firmly in the thigh with a hoof.

“Piece of shit…” she panted, even as her fat ass started bobbing again.

It was the same tone she used when she was making excuses for him beating her at something; simply annoyed that she had to admit he was right. Damian ignored the petty hit and dug his fingers into her fur, pushing in harder as he continued fucking her doggy style. The wet, fleshy sounds grew louder as it seemed to turn into an unspoken competition of who could fuck the other harder.

If it was, Damian seemed to finally take it over when he grabbed Rini’s horns. They’d played with them before and they were clearly sturdy but numb little stubs. They did make great handholds when he wanted her to look a certain direction, but for tonight, they were the perfect grips to make her arch her back as he fucked her. Rini gave a surprised and horny wail as her tits lifted off the bed and bounced around before clapping together in time with his thrusts.

“Oh fuck! Fuck! Oh, bitch, don’t stop!” Rini demanded.

Her strong legs closed together around him, trapping and squeezing Damian inside her pussy. The soaked folds still slid smoothly around him and he had already picked up that this was a sign she was about to cum again. Thankfully, his cock had already started to swell, and he gave one more yank on her horns. He stuffed deep inside her and jizzed messily between her pussy lips, adding a warm, swelling pressure as his cum flooded her inner depths. Rini replied with her own quivering, almost bleating cry as she mirrored his orgasm with a fresh coat of her own cum. She crumbled forward, burying her face into the bedsheets and instinctively biting into the fabric.

“Mmmm FUCK! God, you sloppy stilty bitch. Where’d you learn to fuck that good, you fuckin’ virgin?” Rini ranted wearily as she rode out her orgasm.

Damian carefully slid back out of her as her legs relaxed, moving to sit on the bed next to her.

“You keep sending me porn,” he reminded her. “It wasn’t too hard to piece together from there.”

“Damn… guess that really paid off,” the satyr muttered as she slowly put her hazy brain cells back together. She squeaked as Damian slapped her on her fluffy and upturned ass.

“And you can’t call me a virgin right after I fucked you,” he reminded her.

“You may as well be! You’re such a dork, you’re like a perma-virgin,” Rini giggled. She leaned over and nuzzled his arm before kissing his bracing hand.

“But you’re my dork. Don’t forget that.”

“Totally. But that’s about all I can handle of that for now.” Damian grabbed some tissues to start cleaning off his dick, to limited success.

“Or maybe a shower’s easier if you wanna hop in. Then maybe some more naked video games?”

“Oh come onnnn. You’re such a lightweight.”

Rini shuffled closer, and despite her dazed and sweaty appearance she bumped him in the chest with her forehead. She pushed him onto his back as she straddled his hips.

“If we’re gonna be serious about this, we should at least work on your stamina training a little more…”

Damian smiled up at her, his softened dick twitching to try and recuperate. He ran his hands up her cheeks and through her hair, getting Rini’s ears to flick again as she sighed.

“Rin?”

“Yea, stud?”

“You have the look on your face where you’re about ready to puke or pass out if you go any further. We are definitely getting that shower.”

Rini giggled and leaned in, nuzzling her nose against his. “You’re so full of shit. You just wanna… mmf…”

The drunk and horny satyr bit her lip as a brief wave of nausea hit her.

“Nope. Okay. I’m like your idea now.”

She slid off Damian long enough for him to stand up before she sprang off the bed, wrapping her arms around his neck as she mounted his back.

“C’mon! Giddyap! Next stop on the boyfriend express: sexy steamy shower time!”

Damian rolled his eyes but smiled as she leaned over and kissed his cheek. Their labels may have changed, but it was clear that Rini was still going to be the same.