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Lucy did slap my hand, but at least it was not my face. My face was sensitive, and I might have fainted if she had done so.

“I need a name. I can’t keep calling you Mr. Tumnus in my head.”

I let out a bleat of disgust.

Was she serious? She was still calling me Mr. Tumnus?

Who was that?

My mate snickered, and as much as I enjoyed seeing her smile and show joy, I didn’t like it when it was at my expense.

I wanted to make her laughin my own way.

“It’s from a book.” She bobbed her head. “It’s about a girl named Lucy, actually.” She scratched the side of her head with her finger. “How ironic. Anyway, she meets a faun. Much like yourself.” She waved her hand up and down my body.

I stared at her in confusion. How could she speak so casually? A faun? Was that what I was?

I gently placed my hand on my chest and felt my heartbeat at her words. The soft touch of my hand glided down my torso, tracing the contours of my body. The sensation of the fur on my legs brushed against my fingertips, a reminder of my unique existence from skin to fur.

I realized I was more than just a goat and a human, but a distinct species.

They had a name for what I was. Was I truly a faun? The thought lingered in my mind, accompanied by why there wereno others like me. I couldn’t help but question why I was alone. If my species had a name?

“Hey?” Her hand landed on mine. I placed my hand on top of hers to connect her to me further. Her lips held a ghost of a smile when she looked up at me.

“You okay there? Did I say something to upset you?”

“F-f-aun?” I repeated slowly.

She nodded. "A faun. That is what your species is. Unless there is another name you call each other?”

I shook my head, strands of hair falling across my face.

“You don’t know what you are?”

I shake my head again, a sigh escaping my lips. “No.”

She bit her lip, but I didn’t want her to feel more sorry for me than I did myself. I didn’t care anymore.

I wasn’t alone anymore. I had her.

Her delicate fingers gently glided through the velvety curls atop my head, their touch a tender caress against the smooth base of my sturdy horns. A shiver coursed through my body, like a gentle ripple in a tranquil lake, as my eyes fluttered and rolled to the back of my head, and I surrendered to the blissful sensation.

My shaft instantly hardened in my pouch, but I didn’t care. When I opened my eyes, I knew she saw what she was doing to me, because she held in a laugh and brought up her other hand to repeat the motion on the other side of my head.

My hoof kicked against the cold, damp walls of the cave involuntarily, and a chill sent shivers cascading down my spine, causing my muscles to tense. I let out a long, eerie moan that echoed through the dark, musty air.

“That’s my good little faun.”

Yes, I am your good little faun. Please don’t stop.

I groaned, but the sound of my pleasure broke the moment, making her gasp and step away. “Oh my, yes, well, um.” Her face turned bright red, and she would no longer look at me.

“Lucy?” I tilted my head, and she pointed at my shaft.

Yeah, he has a mind of his own. Popping out of his pouch like that, but when he got big, there wasn’t anywhere to put him.

“Can you put it back?” her voice shook.

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