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The Folly of Fauns.

By FOXCARROTS

Part One

“The Stranded Caravan.”

    In the magic forest there was a legendary trail. It led from the fey wilds to the untamed places and back to the world of mortals. It was a pilgrimage that many creatures traversed and along the way were many places called Feypoints. These were places where all were welcome and could rest and replenish while meeting others. They could shop, eat, sleep, and find anything one might need.

    At one of these waypoints were several dozen wagons, all set up around a central clearing off of the path. There were fires and smells of food and sounds of song that flowed out to the surrounding area.

Into this area a figure slowly walked. Her name was Yara, and she was a faun. On her head were cream colored horns that came out of her vibrant turquoise hair and balanced out from her floppy long ears to either side. She wore small glasses and a grey short top over her curvy body. Her breasts were generous and were barely contained in her top. Below her curvy skin belly laid a layer where fur began and covered her strong and wide legs. The fur went down to where he legs turned forward like a goat or ram and ended with massive dark hooves.

    Yara approached the camp, eager to get off her hooves and perhaps have a bite to eat and some ale. But as she walked by a small caravan a thin elderly crone walked out to greet her.

    “Hello my dear faun.” The crone said in a weak but kind voice. “I wonder if you might help me.”

    “Of course.” Yara said as she stopped. She still wanted a drink but figured that helping a nice old lady was a worthy distraction and should not take long. “What do you need?”

    “Well it is my cart you see.” The crone explained. “I used to have a full team of goats to pull it but one by one I lost them to the journey. It has been so long. I had two pulling it and they did alright, but I was careless, and they ran off. My cart is in the middle of the path and in the way. I wonder if you could use your faun strength to help me get it just into the forest so I can then go arrange for new goats.

    Yara looked at the cart and the bars before it. There was a massive soul wood bow that came out at the front. It was enchanted wood that could be grown into shape. She was impressed that the crone could afford it. It was long and went straight out with four protruding bars on each side. The caravan itself was not big. It would be a challenge to move alone but Yara was strong and they were not going far. “I will do it.”

    “Excellent.” The crone commented as she went over to the wagon and took up the wooden stoppers under the wheels. “Anytime you are ready.”

    Yara moved over to the bow on the front and took hold of one of the rear bars on the inner right side. She got a good grip and pushed. Her massive curvy arms flexed and within seconds the caravan began to move. Her hooves clomped loudly as she pushed, sweat beading on her brow. It took several minutes but soon the caravan was off of the path and several meters into the forest.

    “Great work!” The crone said as she walked up and put the stoppers back down, locking the caravan in place. “I am glad to have you now.”

    “No problem.” Yara said with a smile. “I’m off to go get some ale.”

    “Is that so?” The crone answered. “We will see what happens when you try.”

    “Huh?” Yara said, wondering at the awkward comment the crown just said. As Yara went to let go off the bar she discovered she could not. Her hands stayed locked to the bar. She twisted her body and one of her palms came away from the bar, a thick sticky substance trailing with it. Yara flexed her muscles to stretch it further, but her hand snapped back to the bar. “What the hell is this?”

    “It’s glue dear.” The crone replied. “You belong to me now.”

    “Fauns belong to no one!” Yara snapped as she struggled to free her hands but the glue would barely stretch before snapping her hands back in place. “When I get my hands on you, you’ll be sorry.”

    “Tell it to the glue.” The crone replied as she picked up a bag from the caravan before walking up to Yara and standing right before her. “Your hands won’t be getting onto anything save that bar any time soon.”

    Yara growled as she struggled with her hands and tried to lunge toward the crone right next to her but the glue would not let go even a little, locking her bare hands to the bar more securely than if the had been chained to it. “Let me out of this stuff!”

    “Nope!” The crone replied with a wide grin. “I am going to keep you.”

    The crone then turned and headed back to the gathering alone. Yara considered yelling for help but realized how ingenious the trap had been. There was magic in the clearing protecting it and no sound from the outside could get in or out No one could hear her.

    Yara fought and strained with all of her strength, franticly tugging on her hands in a desperate bid to free them from where she gripped the bar. However after several minutes it became clear that she was not strong enough to break the glue…her hands could not be forced unstuck.

    She looked down at the pouch at her hip, wondering if something could be used to free her. However it became clear very quickly that with her hands so securely glued there was no way to even open her bag, she was helpless.

    “I got to get to the clearing!” Yara said as she changed her efforts from pulling to pushing, straining against the bar in an attempt to get the caravan back into the clearing. However, as much as the caravan groaned it would not budge. Yara looked down to see the stoppers under the wheels…the caravan was locked in place. Yara went to instinctively turn and grab them but was instantly reminded that her hands were held prisoner by the glue. Stuck as she was, there was no way to reach them. “Ok Yara, you gotta get this thing to move.”

    Yara pushed against the bar with all the strength she could muster but the caravan refused to move one inch. She dug her hooves in and strained, sweat forming on her chest and arms, dripping with the exertion. Yara kept pushing, desperate to get the thing to move.

    Nearby another faun made her way though the woods. Her name was Starlight, and she was a blue haired faun with tan, orange horns and large floppy ears. Her face was adorned with delicate makeup on her eyes and mouth and blue star freckles covered her nose and cheeks. She was dressed in a light blue top and navy corset. She was tall and curvy with pale white skin and a round stomach. Her body was decorated with all manner of finery and she looked forward to seeing others at the gathering. However, above all she wanted to be seen. She was a social faun and wanted very much to catch up on the latest gossip. As she moved closer to the clearing, she saw a small caravan that seemed to be shaking and creaking. As she came around she saw a familiar set of horns, her friend Yara who seemed to be struggling to move it.

    "I guess you are not as strong as you thought." Starlight laughed to herself. as she came around to the side. She walked up to inner side of the bar opposite Yara and put her hands on it. “Don’t worry friend I’ll get this moving for you.”

    “Starlight no!” Yara shouted as she looked down at Starlight’s hands solidly gripping the bar. “You need to let go right now! Get your hands off of this thing!”

    “Okaaay?” Starlight replied with a confused look but as she attempted to remove her hands form the bar she found them unable to comply. She shifted her shoulder and pulled gain, the sticky glue securely locking her flesh to the bar. “What the hell is this? I’m stuck!”

    “The bar is rigged with glue!” Yara snapped. “I’ve been stuck to this for an hour, and I can’t get free.”

    “Give me a second.” Starlight said as she threw her shoulder back and pulled as hard as she could, the glue stretching with effort but refusing to snap. “I demand you release my hands!”

    “The glue can’t choose to let you go.” Yara replied in a sarcastic tone.” It’s just glue.”

    “Then we force it!” Starlight replied. “Help me…maybe our combined strength.”

    Yara flexed the muscle on her arm closest to Starlight unable to move. “With our hands stuck how exactly do we help each other?”

    Starlight tugged on her hands again, twisting and contorting at the length of the movement still allowed to her. “Good point.”

    “Can you get into my bag?” Yara asked. “Maybe we can find something that can free us.”

    Starlight nodded and leaned over, contorting as far as her imprisoned arms would allow. She bit at Yara’s bag, trying to open it but instead undid the shoulder strap causing the bag to fall to the ground between their hooves. “Well, that’s progress I guess.”

    “How is that progress?” Yara asked. “We have no way of picking it up.”

    The fauns began to work together, trying to coordinate with their hooves to raise the bag up to where one of them might get at it with their mouths. But it was an uphill battle as the bars and bow were in the way and hooves were not so good for grabbing as hands were. Eventually Yara managed to get part of the buckle hooked on a hoof and attempted to kick it up onto the bow however the arc went wide and the bag sailed off to the side. Though it was only five feet away it might as well be in a different land.

    “Being stuck sucks!” Starlight groaned. “I want out of this!”

    “I do too.” Yara admitted. “You got anything in your bag that might help us?”

    Starlight shook her head. “Sorry, nothing but hair and makeup stuff in there.”

    “How you function in the wilderness is beyond me.” Yara said with a sigh. “Lets try again to move this thing. Maybe with both of us we can get it off the stoppers and to the clearing to get help.”

    Both fauns went to work straining to get the caravan to move, fighting against the stoppers in a desperate bid to escape where they were trapped.

    “Oh I have caught another faun!” The crone said as she approached. “That is quite fortunate.”

    “Please let us free.” Starlight pleaded, trying to be as charismatic as she could. “We will reward you greatly.”

    “Your glamor magic wont work on me.” The crone said as she took up the stoppers and climbed onto the caravan. “You two should be good enough to get me to the next clearing and maybe we can get more fauns.”

    “We are not taking you anywhere!” Yara said defiantly.

    “What if we take you into the gathering and tell them that you have captured us?” Starlight added.

    “Is that so?” The crone asked as she reached down onto the bow and places a stone into a slot on it. Instantly magic poured through it causing a shocking sensation to go though. The pain was intense and unignorable causing both fauns to go ridged, their bodies not wanting to respond. After a few seconds she took the stone off of the bow and the shocking stopped. Both fauns slumped down, trying to recover from the sudden punishment.

    “That hurts, doesn’t it?” The crone asked. “As long as the glue connects you to those bars nothing can stop it from reaching you. “You will start marching now!”

    “We are not your slaves!” Yara insisted.

    The crone simply leaned forward as if she would put the stone back in the slot.

    “No wait!” Yara said urgently. She began to push, and Starlight joined her. The cart began to move slowly away from the clearing.

    “Good girls” The crone said as she leaned back. “Sooner you realize you belong to me the better.”

    Starlight looked to Yara, a pained and scared look plain on her face.

    “Don’t worry sister.” Yara replied. “We will get out of this somehow.”

    “We need Amber.” Starlight replied. “She would be able to get us out of this. She is our protector.”

    “Well, I hope she can find us.” Yara said as she looked down at their hands, fused tight to the bar. “Because we cannot get out of this ourselves.”

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Description

The Folly of Fauns.

By FOXCARROTS

Part One

“The Stranded Caravan.”

    In the magic forest there was a legendary trail. It led from the fey wilds to the untamed places and back to the world of mortals. It was a pilgrimage that many creatures traversed and along the way were many places called Feypoints. These were places where all were welcome and could rest and replenish while meeting others. They could shop, eat, sleep, and find anything one might need.

    At one of these waypoints were several dozen wagons, all set up around a central clearing off of the path. There were fires and smells of food and sounds of song that flowed out to the surrounding area.

Into this area a figure slowly walked. Her name was Yara, and she was a faun. On her head were cream colored horns that came out of her vibrant turquoise hair and balanced out from her floppy long ears to either side. She wore small glasses and a grey short top over her curvy body. Her breasts were generous and were barely contained in her top. Below her curvy skin belly laid a layer where fur began and covered her strong and wide legs. The fur went down to where he legs turned forward like a goat or ram and ended with massive dark hooves.

    Yara approached the camp, eager to get off her hooves and perhaps have a bite to eat and some ale. But as she walked by a small caravan a thin elderly crone walked out to greet her.

    “Hello my dear faun.” The crone said in a weak but kind voice. “I wonder if you might help me.”

    “Of course.” Yara said as she stopped. She still wanted a drink but figured that helping a nice old lady was a worthy distraction and should not take long. “What do you need?”

    “Well it is my cart you see.” The crone explained. “I used to have a full team of goats to pull it but one by one I lost them to the journey. It has been so long. I had two pulling it and they did alright, but I was careless, and they ran off. My cart is in the middle of the path and in the way. I wonder if you could use your faun strength to help me get it just into the forest so I can then go arrange for new goats.

    Yara looked at the cart and the bars before it. There was a massive soul wood bow that came out at the front. It was enchanted wood that could be grown into shape. She was impressed that the crone could afford it. It was long and went straight out with four protruding bars on each side. The caravan itself was not big. It would be a challenge to move alone but Yara was strong and they were not going far. “I will do it.”

    “Excellent.” The crone commented as she went over to the wagon and took up the wooden stoppers under the wheels. “Anytime you are ready.”

    Yara moved over to the bow on the front and took hold of one of the rear bars on the inner right side. She got a good grip and pushed. Her massive curvy arms flexed and within seconds the caravan began to move. Her hooves clomped loudly as she pushed, sweat beading on her brow. It took several minutes but soon the caravan was off of the path and several meters into the forest.

    “Great work!” The crone said as she walked up and put the stoppers back down, locking the caravan in place. “I am glad to have you now.”

    “No problem.” Yara said with a smile. “I’m off to go get some ale.”

    “Is that so?” The crone answered. “We will see what happens when you try.”

    “Huh?” Yara said, wondering at the awkward comment the crown just said. As Yara went to let go off the bar she discovered she could not. Her hands stayed locked to the bar. She twisted her body and one of her palms came away from the bar, a thick sticky substance trailing with it. Yara flexed her muscles to stretch it further, but her hand snapped back to the bar. “What the hell is this?”

    “It’s glue dear.” The crone replied. “You belong to me now.”

    “Fauns belong to no one!” Yara snapped as she struggled to free her hands but the glue would barely stretch before snapping her hands back in place. “When I get my hands on you, you’ll be sorry.”

    “Tell it to the glue.” The crone replied as she picked up a bag from the caravan before walking up to Yara and standing right before her. “Your hands won’t be getting onto anything save that bar any time soon.”

    Yara growled as she struggled with her hands and tried to lunge toward the crone right next to her but the glue would not let go even a little, locking her bare hands to the bar more securely than if the had been chained to it. “Let me out of this stuff!”

    “Nope!” The crone replied with a wide grin. “I am going to keep you.”

    The crone then turned and headed back to the gathering alone. Yara considered yelling for help but realized how ingenious the trap had been. There was magic in the clearing protecting it and no sound from the outside could get in or out No one could hear her.

    Yara fought and strained with all of her strength, franticly tugging on her hands in a desperate bid to free them from where she gripped the bar. However after several minutes it became clear that she was not strong enough to break the glue…her hands could not be forced unstuck.

    She looked down at the pouch at her hip, wondering if something could be used to free her. However it became clear very quickly that with her hands so securely glued there was no way to even open her bag, she was helpless.

    “I got to get to the clearing!” Yara said as she changed her efforts from pulling to pushing, straining against the bar in an attempt to get the caravan back into the clearing. However, as much as the caravan groaned it would not budge. Yara looked down to see the stoppers under the wheels…the caravan was locked in place. Yara went to instinctively turn and grab them but was instantly reminded that her hands were held prisoner by the glue. Stuck as she was, there was no way to reach them. “Ok Yara, you gotta get this thing to move.”

    Yara pushed against the bar with all the strength she could muster but the caravan refused to move one inch. She dug her hooves in and strained, sweat forming on her chest and arms, dripping with the exertion. Yara kept pushing, desperate to get the thing to move.

    Nearby another faun made her way though the woods. Her name was Starlight, and she was a blue haired faun with tan, orange horns and large floppy ears. Her face was adorned with delicate makeup on her eyes and mouth and blue star freckles covered her nose and cheeks. She was dressed in a light blue top and navy corset. She was tall and curvy with pale white skin and a round stomach. Her body was decorated with all manner of finery and she looked forward to seeing others at the gathering. However, above all she wanted to be seen. She was a social faun and wanted very much to catch up on the latest gossip. As she moved closer to the clearing, she saw a small caravan that seemed to be shaking and creaking. As she came around she saw a familiar set of horns, her friend Yara who seemed to be struggling to move it.

    "I guess you are not as strong as you thought." Starlight laughed to herself. as she came around to the side. She walked up to inner side of the bar opposite Yara and put her hands on it. “Don’t worry friend I’ll get this moving for you.”

    “Starlight no!” Yara shouted as she looked down at Starlight’s hands solidly gripping the bar. “You need to let go right now! Get your hands off of this thing!”

    “Okaaay?” Starlight replied with a confused look but as she attempted to remove her hands form the bar she found them unable to comply. She shifted her shoulder and pulled gain, the sticky glue securely locking her flesh to the bar. “What the hell is this? I’m stuck!”

    “The bar is rigged with glue!” Yara snapped. “I’ve been stuck to this for an hour, and I can’t get free.”

    “Give me a second.” Starlight said as she threw her shoulder back and pulled as hard as she could, the glue stretching with effort but refusing to snap. “I demand you release my hands!”

    “The glue can’t choose to let you go.” Yara replied in a sarcastic tone.” It’s just glue.”

    “Then we force it!” Starlight replied. “Help me…maybe our combined strength.”

    Yara flexed the muscle on her arm closest to Starlight unable to move. “With our hands stuck how exactly do we help each other?”

    Starlight tugged on her hands again, twisting and contorting at the length of the movement still allowed to her. “Good point.”

    “Can you get into my bag?” Yara asked. “Maybe we can find something that can free us.”

    Starlight nodded and leaned over, contorting as far as her imprisoned arms would allow. She bit at Yara’s bag, trying to open it but instead undid the shoulder strap causing the bag to fall to the ground between their hooves. “Well, that’s progress I guess.”

    “How is that progress?” Yara asked. “We have no way of picking it up.”

    The fauns began to work together, trying to coordinate with their hooves to raise the bag up to where one of them might get at it with their mouths. But it was an uphill battle as the bars and bow were in the way and hooves were not so good for grabbing as hands were. Eventually Yara managed to get part of the buckle hooked on a hoof and attempted to kick it up onto the bow however the arc went wide and the bag sailed off to the side. Though it was only five feet away it might as well be in a different land.

    “Being stuck sucks!” Starlight groaned. “I want out of this!”

    “I do too.” Yara admitted. “You got anything in your bag that might help us?”

    Starlight shook her head. “Sorry, nothing but hair and makeup stuff in there.”

    “How you function in the wilderness is beyond me.” Yara said with a sigh. “Lets try again to move this thing. Maybe with both of us we can get it off the stoppers and to the clearing to get help.”

    Both fauns went to work straining to get the caravan to move, fighting against the stoppers in a desperate bid to escape where they were trapped.

    “Oh I have caught another faun!” The crone said as she approached. “That is quite fortunate.”

    “Please let us free.” Starlight pleaded, trying to be as charismatic as she could. “We will reward you greatly.”

    “Your glamor magic wont work on me.” The crone said as she took up the stoppers and climbed onto the caravan. “You two should be good enough to get me to the next clearing and maybe we can get more fauns.”

    “We are not taking you anywhere!” Yara said defiantly.

    “What if we take you into the gathering and tell them that you have captured us?” Starlight added.

    “Is that so?” The crone asked as she reached down onto the bow and places a stone into a slot on it. Instantly magic poured through it causing a shocking sensation to go though. The pain was intense and unignorable causing both fauns to go ridged, their bodies not wanting to respond. After a few seconds she took the stone off of the bow and the shocking stopped. Both fauns slumped down, trying to recover from the sudden punishment.

    “That hurts, doesn’t it?” The crone asked. “As long as the glue connects you to those bars nothing can stop it from reaching you. “You will start marching now!”

    “We are not your slaves!” Yara insisted.

    The crone simply leaned forward as if she would put the stone back in the slot.

    “No wait!” Yara said urgently. She began to push, and Starlight joined her. The cart began to move slowly away from the clearing.

    “Good girls” The crone said as she leaned back. “Sooner you realize you belong to me the better.”

    Starlight looked to Yara, a pained and scared look plain on her face.

    “Don’t worry sister.” Yara replied. “We will get out of this somehow.”

    “We need Amber.” Starlight replied. “She would be able to get us out of this. She is our protector.”

    “Well, I hope she can find us.” Yara said as she looked down at their hands, fused tight to the bar. “Because we cannot get out of this ourselves.”

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