She lay her body on the wooden planks of the bridge, soaking up the sun. It was her favourite place, listening to the river flowing underneath her and watching the brothers playing in the field. She had watched them grow over the years into the strapping solid animals they were. She often fantasised about them taking her, fucking her hard on the bridge, making her scream. Alas, it never happened.
She wasn't what you would call attractive. In fact, the villages called her a troll. Standing at 5ft 9", her long shapely legs were covered in hair, much the same as the rest of her body. Her full breasts were hidden by the mat of brown curls protruding from her chest. Though she had a pleasing figure, it was hidden by the fur. Worst of all was the odour. No matter how often she bathed in the crystal blue waters of the river, the smell would not disappear. She was doomed to be alone and watch the satyrs frolic in the fields before her.
As the years progressed the stories of her evil misdeeds had grown, like Chinese whispers, into hushed nightmares told to keep children in line. "Beware the troll under the bridge, she will eat you alive." The warnings served as a reminder at how repulsive they found her and how her life would be spent alone.
Laying in the sun, watching the brothers play she noticed their developing boredom. Each day they would chase each other around the same trees, wrestling on the same grassy mounds, and each day they seemed to enjoy it less and less.
A plan formed in her mind. Though considered just a "troll" under the bridge, she was quite creative. She spent the next few nights creating an enticing space on her side of the bridge. She dug out tunnels in the flowing hills, hung ropes from the large trees in the field, and created a pool in the flowing waters of the river. As the sun came up, she waited under the bridge for the brothers to come out and play.
The smallest of the brothers saw it first. Running up to their favourite spot at the top of the hill, his eyes widened at the playground before him. As his brothers reached him Sammie turned to them, a smile playing across his face. "Can we go? Please say we can go, that looks like so much fun."
"It does look like fun," Johnny, the middle brother added.
"We can't." Mark shook his head at his younger brother's forgetfulness. "The troll will eat you alive, you know that."
Sammie frowned for a moment, but he could not contain his excitement. "Come on Mark, she is not around. We could run over and play just for a minute. Please..." Sammie was bouncing around Mark, pleading with him, his hooves digging into the dirt of the hill each time he landed. His cock dancing with him.
"It is not safe, no matter what you think." Mark dug his hoof into the ground, stamping his authority on his brothers.
"You know, we could just try." Johnny had always been the clear headed one. "Maybe the stories aren't true."
Mark stood his ground, pondering his brother's comments. Maybe. Just maybe. "Who tries first?"
"I'll go." Sammie was halfway down the hill before Mark had agreed.
Being the youngest Sammie was also the shortest. He stood at 5ft 7". His sandy brown fur covered his legs and hips leaving his decent sized cock visible for all. His upper body was similar to his brothers, muscular and hairless. His strong chest and rippled stomach matched his bulging arms. His horns hadn't quite curved yet, protruding straight up out of his sandy blonde hair.
He skipped towards the bridge hoping he could cross it without arising the suspicions of the troll. As his hooves clomped on the wooden planks, he became aware of a pungent odour in the air. Before he could turn back the voice sent shivers down his spine and froze him in place.
"Who dares to cross my bridge without my permission?"
The words seemed to dribble out of the mouth of the creature rising from under the bridge. As she stood before him, he was surprised at her appearance. The stories of his childhood portrayed a hideous green monster covered in hair and warts. What stood before him was not that monster. She grinned and displayed perfectly white, straight teeth, no fangs in sight. Her blue eyes shined like the river below. Though the body covered in hair was true his cock jerked in the presence of the figure before him.
"If you wish to use my bridge you must pay the toll." She grinned again, a wicked grin.
"What is the price?" He was visibly nervous, his voice shaking as he asked.
This is it, she thought. I can finally get what I have always wanted. "Slide that hard cock of yours into me. Fuck me till I scream."
