2 Freak Speaks (1/2)
Nelda gaped in amazement at the satyr, trying to avoid looking at his unfeasibly large package.
The satyr, for his part, seemed less than impressed.He bent to pick up a large bunch of leafy branches and hefted it over his shoulder.”Well, never mind.People in clothing are always trouble, anyways.” The satyr turned and started walking along a faint path down the hillside.
”Wait, wait!” Nelda scrambled after him.”I'm not trouble.I'm just in trouble.”
All she could really see was a bouncing bushel of leaves ahead of her.Her steel-toes shoes were not made for hiking, and it was quickly getting dark.
The satyr crossed a small meadow of waving orange flowers and then ducked into the trees, with Nelda in close pursuit.
They entered an area where the trees were noble in stature with little in the way of undergrowth, and pale grey and yellow outcroppings of stone projected from the ground haphazardly among them.Nelda could hear the river very nearby.
It suddenly dawned on her that there were satyrs strewn all around this pastoral scene. Her eyes jumped from one to the other, maybe a few dozen in total.Their activities could be divided into three main categories: those engaged in sexual activities, those eating or drinking, and those doing both.
Nelda's face flushed.[I'm used to being the most uncouth person in the room most of the time].
A younger, beardless satyr with red hair and large curled horns hopped nimbly down from his perch on a large leaning tree. ”HoneyBeard, my brother.It is good to see you have brought the flying leaf for tomorrow's festivities.But for what purpose did you bring this freak?”
[This what?]
”It followed me home.” HoneyBeard shrugged.
”Well,” Red Hair looked Nelda up and down and seemed likewise unimpressed. ”There's only three types of folk that wear woven clothes: priests, nobles, and gods.”
”Hmmm,” HoneyBeard agreed. ”The clothes aren't nice enough for the noble, and the rest sure doesn't look god-like.More like a starved mermaid on the top and I-don't-know-what from the cooch down. Assuming it has a cooch.”
Nelda interrupted.”Well, that's fine talk from a man who looks like his cock needs to be walked on a leash.”
Red Hair burst out laughing.”That's true, that's true.Because your cock is very large and hairy.”
”Thanks for the explanation, bugle-head,” Nelda snapped.
This set off HoneyBeard.”Har har har, bugle-head.” His belly laughs doubled him over so his horse-like tail flipped up into the air, exposing the gargantuan balls that went with his cock.Nelda wasn't quite sure whether to be amused or appalled.[I must be in shock].
”So, little priestess,” HoneyBeard wheezed out between guffaws.”What god did you offend to end up like this.” His gesture indicated her body generally.
”Well…”
”No, no, no,” BugleHead interrupted.”If there is going to be a story, everyone will want to hear it.”
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Nelda was taken to a relatively clear area right next to the river.The ground was sandy and dotted with low boulders and what looked like makeshift mattresses made from dried grass and fern branches.
HoneyBeard sat down heavily near where BugleHead had brought Nelda to a halt. He was still carrying his bunch of tree branches. [Flying leaf?]