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shepherd’s pipe to its lips and began to play.
    The music was louder this time—more real. I don’t know how else to describe it. It was almost as if what we’d heard before was just an echo—a psychic recording, perhaps, and now we were hearing the real thing.
    My erection was instantaneous and almost painful. So was my fear.
    Big Steve howled loud enough to drown it out, and backed away. A quick glance between his back legs showed that the music had affected him as well.
    The satyr stopped playing and laughed again. Shelly released the creature’s penis and turned toward us. Smiling, she waved her fingers. They were slick with saliva and precum. The monstrous phallus twitched, entwining itself in her hair as if it had a mind of its own. Grunting, the satyr turned Shelly back to his engorged organ. Then he released a stream of urine directly into her willing face. She closed her eyes and sighed with degenerate bliss. Steaming yellow fluid ran down her shoulders and back and in the crevice between her breasts. My nose wrinkled. I could smell it, even from where I stood—sharp and musky, overpowering the reeking vegetation. It was a male stench. Hormonal. Animal. I watched in disgust as the creature’s erection bobbed upward, and then the stream hit the satyr’s own thick beard. Droplets shone in the curly hair like beads of morning dew.
    Still pissing, the satyr beckoned to me. “Come. You may bear witness as I sow my seed.”
    I shook my head and tried to speak, but no sound escaped my lips.
    The satyr began to play again, and some unseen force pulled at me, drawing me into the hollow. I stared at Shelly’s glistening sex. It was like a magnet, and my cock felt like steel. My thoughts were consumed with how she’d feel, how she’d taste. My ears filled with the piping melody, and my cock swelled.
    “Come,” the satyr said again. “Celebrate the season.” Instead I turned and ran, dragging Big Steve along behind me. He pulled ahead, tail between his legs, and it was all I could do to keep a hold on his leash. We dashed through the tunnel and back up the trail. I’m not ashamed to admit that I screamed most of the way. What would you have done? It’s not every day you get lost in the woods while walking your dog, and stumble across one of your sexy neighbors giving head to a stone statue—a statue that then comes to life as a result of her attentions.
    We raced along the path. Branches whipped my face and grasped at my clothes like clawing fingers. My breath burned in my throat and my heart pounded, keeping time with my feet. I tripped over a root and fell on my face, knocking the air from me. The leash slipped from my hand and Big Steve kept running. He crested the hill and vanished.
    Gasping for breath, I crawled to my feet and called after him, “Big Steve! Get back here. Sit! STAY!” But he was gone, vanished into the shadows between the trees.
    Groaning, I started after him. I felt like puking. My sides hurt. There were no sounds of pursuit from behind us, but still I ran. I didn’t want to linger in this dark forest for another second. The leaves overhead seemed to draw closer, as if the trees were bending down, reaching for me.
    I continued on for about another mile. I shouted for the dog, but he’d disappeared. Despite the temperature, sweat stung my eyes. A cloud of buzzing gnats swarmed after me, darting into my eyes and ears. Swatting at them, I hollered in frustration and kept on. Exhausted, I had slowed down to an erratic jog.
    Soon I stepped over a fallen log that I recognized, and began to get my bearings. This part of the woods was familiar. It felt like home. The sun crept back through the treetops, and the air grew warm again. I paused to catch my breath. Pains shot through my sides, and I was drenched in sweat.
    The woods had returned to normal. Birds sang overhead and squirrels clambered through the branches. Spring flowers bloomed through the leaves covering the forest floor. A