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The Fall of Ardenlock

Written by Leo_Todrius

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Light and shadow... It was the way of the forest, and of life really. Sunlight tried to break through the canopy, coming down in dappled pillars that illuminated the leaves and filled the trees with a haze. The Ardenlock Forest had been home to countless creatures and beings for eons, and it had been Wade's home as well for all nineteen years of his life - until now. Hooves crashed through dried out leaves and broke fallen twigs. A head framed with maple colored hair and tipped with two boney gray horn nubs ducked down under low hanging branches. A hand swatted a vine away and the faun's green eyes searched for his next landing, his next move.

The threat Wade was escaping was pervasive, subtle at times and as blunt as a war hammer at others. Smoke rose behind him, thick enough to blot out the sun, but as Wade fled he started to realize that he might have left the pan and jumped into the fire. The air was getting more humid with each step, filled with a strange savory, earthy scent. The sunlight caught tiny particles in the air, looking like a haze or a dust... or spores.

Wade slowed down, The ironhide trees here were not smooth and stalwart. They were marred by shelves of fungus clinging to them, growing out from them, feeding on them. The ground was dotted with half a dozen other kinds of mushrooms in any array of colors and shapes. The faun swallowed slightly, then reminded himself to breathe as little as he could. A few of the spores landed on the tiny tuft of brown hair that grew out from the faun's chin until he brushed them away.

He turned around and started to backtrack, but the path behind him looked the same, perhaps even worse. The light was fading, the shadows growing. The warmth of day faded away until it felt like he was caught in a twilight of bluish purple light. Wade turned around, but no matter which way he looked, he was in the dead center of the corrupted forest. The vines were no longer green, instead looking more like fleshy tendrils that were white on the underside, dark grey on the outside and covered with a sheen of slime.

As the twilight spread, the fungus began to glow from the underside, casting an unearthly glow across the ground. Color drained away from the leaves until they were the color of ash. Despite the darkness, the air was still hot and humid, causing condensation to build up across the faun's sun kissed chest and roll down his freckled back. The faun's tail slowly tucked down against the furry cleft of his cheeks as he tried to figure out which way to go. As he turned, he nearly jumped in fright as he laid sight on something, or rather someone, that had not been there before.

The figure was perched on a moss covered boulder, shrouded in a cloak of black and dark grey. His tunic was black as well, but thin, clinging to a body that had grown in recent months. The young man's hands rested on his knees, showing off the leather cuffs on his wrists, matching the thick collar ringing his neck. What little fles was visible beneath the neck was marked by the glowing purple glyphs of the dark one or shrouded in shadow too potent to be a mere play of the light.

Wade took in the figure's garments, his accessories and his tattoos, but they were an afterthought compared to the fact that the faun recognized the young man's face and remembered who the mage had been but a few months earlier. He had been a promising wizard's apprentice, a cheerful boy with shaggy light brown hair and the unkempt fluff of a twenty year old trying his best to grow a beard. Since then his head had been shaved and his beard had grown out to a maturity beyond his years. His smooth scalp was pale, both from the fact that the sun had not made it through the mane of hair he had lost and by the absence of true light in the dark one's court. His beard hung down a few inches, framing the face that had so often before smiled with joy and innocence, but now was a smile cloaking something far more insidious.

"My dear friend, it has been too long..." The dark mage said. The faun feigned a smile.

"It has, Adius... Perhaps we can catch up on our way out of the forest? Do you know the way?" Wade asked hopefully. The dark mage grinned wider and hopped off the boulder, moving over. His hand stretched out, resting on the faun's shoulder. Wade shivered gently from the touch, feeling a strange warmth and darkness from the contact just the same as the one that had spread across the Ardenlock forest.

"I know the way you must travel, my friend, and it is not out of this forest. Not yet. You belong with your people, with your kind. You are missing out on the celebrations." Adius whispered. Wade shook his head, his horn nubs accentuating the movement.

"I don't feel like celebrating. It is a time for me to set out on a new path, to find my own way. I appreciate your concern all the same." Wade said before turning, moving away from the mage. Adius' false smile faded as he raised his hand. Dark glyphs wrapped around his fingers like rings. The ground shook and broke open in front of the faun, revealing bubbling, broiling purple slime. Gas escaped from the open crag and the fungus around it started to grow and stretch.

"Your new path must lead to the dark one." Adius said. Wade turned around, all mirth and play draining from his face. He charged at the mage and closed the gap in a second and a half, but before he could tackle the human he hit an invisible bubble around him and toppled to the ground. Wade skidded across the dried out leaves, coming to a stop a short distance away.

"I can't believe you joined him, that you participated in this corruption, this destruction of the nine lands..." Wade whispered. Adius shook his head, grinning once more.

"I can't believe you're so blind to think of it as destruction. The dark one understands the bend of life and death, the curve of time, and he can reshape it to his will. This corruption is turning the ravages of time and waste and loss into strength. It is strength that will allow us to endure, to live longer and live lives full of pleasure and lust and rapture. It is our chance to be truly free..." Adius said, moving over before offering his old friend his hand. The faun refused it, pushing himself up before rising to his hooves. The hot and humid wind blew across them both.

"My people..." Wade hesitated, "All of them are with the dark one now?" he asked softly. Adius nodded slowly and with contentment.

"The women are dryads now, nourishing the forest in its new equilibrium, and the men are reveling in their true form. The finest wines and ales that have ever graced these lands are filling goblets and steins. The crops grow plentiful and the forest will glow with a light unending. It is truly a day to be celebrated." Adius said with zeal. The faun shrugged gently.

"Then why do I matter? Why not... just let me go?" Wade asked softly. The mage looked surprised for a moment before he moved over closer, standing mere inches away from his former friend.

"You are a son of the Ardenlock, a forest faun, as vital to these lands as the trees, the rocks and the fae..." Adius whispered. Wade frowned.

"And the dark one hasn't really won unless he has all of it, isn't that right?" Wade asked. Adius smiled and reached up, bringing his fingers together to stroke the faun's tiny tuft of chin hair affectionately.

"That certainly makes it more appealing, but you don't want to be alone forever, do you? Your kind are waiting for you, wanting to share their joys... and I can celebrate with you as well. You're a faun, surely you want to know the pleasures of another man's body against yours, to taste the kiss of a perfect vintage of wine, to celebrate in all the carnal and hedonistic pleasures life has to offer... This will only make you stronger, bigger, more manly, just like the other satyrs." Adius whispered, resting his hand on Wade's shoulder again.

The faun looked at the mage, taking in how much he had changed in a short amount of time.... But he also knew this was how the dark one worked. It was easier to bring down a group from within, and even Adius had not been granted the full gift of the dark one's corruption. This was his test, his proving ground, and to fail... could mean death. That thought, the thought of his friend perishing, oddly struck to the quick. The weight of everything came crashing down like a falling tree.

It wasn't just Adius, either. Wade knew he had fled out of self preservation, but his people had fallen... except they weren't dead. They were still there, still in the forest, changed and different but still alive, just as Adius was still there and still alive. Life had always been about growth and change, he'd just been running away from it at the cost of never seeing them again, or what they had grown into or what they could do. Even if they had changed, there still had to be some spark of what was in there before, of who they had been... maybe those embers were still in Adius.

Wade turned, meeting eyes with the mage. Despite the corruption, the human's eyes were the same sort of honey brown that they had been before, looking so handsome with his bushy beard, standing out more clearly now that he had a shaved head. He was so young but wreathed with such manliness. The faun felt his heart flutter a bit in his chest. If the days had run different, if the summer had been one of innocence and frivolity, he would have jumped at the chance to jump his friend. How different was it now that he had been touched by the dark one? Wade blushed a little.

"What happens when... well, when it happens?" Wade asked in barely more than a whisper. This time Adius' face lit up with the truest smile he'd smiled.

"It's amazing... It's like being wrapped up in a warm, content hug that reaches inside of you and unlocks all these doors you never knew were closed. All the things holding you back, all the things limiting you like fear and doubt and insecurity are blasted away. You become your true self, your wild self, in a way that nothing will ever hold you back again." he whispered.

"And that's what happened to my people?" Wade asked. Adius nodded.

"Exactly... They became the-" Adius was surprised as he felt the faun's lips press to his. Adius' smile lingered, grew, and then reshaped into an embrace. The two kissed with a heat of relief, desperation, uncertainty and acceptance. Their lips worked each other like the great millstone of the dwarvish bakers. Their tongues tangled and wrestled like the eels of the Sycorian sea. It was tender, yet hungry. It was gentle and yet urgent. For a moment Wade was able to imagine that it had been a flirty exchange just as if they had been out in the prairies, but that changed as he felt Adius' hand press against his sternum, seated directly between his nipples.

The dark mage broke the kiss and inched back, a strange look crossing his face. It was expectant, triumphant, almost uncertain. Wade wasn't sure what it meant until he felt a slick, dark, wet heat plunge into his chest, unspooling and unfurling itself. In an instant the faun felt unclean, but it was strangely pleasant. All ideas that he was an innocent, unsullied and untouched were washed away. The heat filled his chest and started to circulate and spread outward.

Wade shuddered softly, feeling the peaty, earthy, pungent aroma of the fungus blow across them both. The wind blew through the woolly fur on his legs, but the fur was growing longer. The roots darkened from brown to black, darkening it all and making it look as if a layer of brown dust had settled on black shag. The black crept up across his furry butt cheeks before claiming his tail, though the nub pushed out longer and wider, taller and thicker, becoming far larger. Wade turned, trying to see it, but as he took a step he almost fell, his bones aching.

"What's going on with me?!" Wade asked. Adius was almost hyperventilating with excitement, pressing his hand harder against the faun's chest.

"Don't worry Wade, it's just a growth spurt." He whispered before he pushed harder. Purple light erupted from his hand before it suddenly sunk into Wade's chest. In that instant, Wade's head rocked back and his entire body felt as if it had been jolted by lightning. Adius huffed, filled by the thrill and excitement at putting his dark training to work, channeling the dark one and his own desires into Wade, twisting and warping and corrupting as much as he could.

Cracks sounded as the thick, hard coating of the faun's hooves began to splinter. The well tended, well manicured boney caps shuddered before the outer layer splintered, allowing a much larger, much thicker foundation to spread outward in its place. It surged and grew, broadening and widening, spreading outward until each hoof was at least the size of a dinner plate. In addition to being wider, it grew taller and thicker, lifting Wade upwards and forcing the mage to change his arm position, keeping his hand inside the faun.

Wade writhed, panting hard, his chest rising and falling despite the human's hand magically inside of him. His memories seemed to flicker and change inside his head, twisting to a darker past. The women disappeared from his tribe and new memories formed of encountering dryads in the woods on 'hunting trips'. The visions of cute and cuddly fauns were replaced as he thought of his people as big, burly, brooding, animalistic satyrs... The smell of the fungus in the forest seemed almost more familiar, reminding him of the raunchy, musky, salty smell of sex as his brothers, his cousins, his fellow satyrs made it a practice to have sex as much as possible. After all, who could keep up with their virility and masculinity?

The faun gasped and then exhaled as that part of his past finally caught up with him. His nipples hardened, firming and swelling, growing tight before they started to push outward. They burned and stung, almost as if they had been tortured, but the pain brought pleasure as well. They jutted out more and more, like the tips of his pinky fingers before fattening up even more. The growth brought with it improvements to his chest as his pectorals firmed and rounded, fattening up over a foundation of muscle - muscle that was spreading.

"That's it Wade, what a fucking beast you are..." Adius whispered, watching the faun's soft, gentle stomach firm into a rippled, defined rack of meat. His abdominal muscles formed into a six pack, then an eight pack. The fur that covered his groin began creeping up, creating a line of fuzz that framed his navel, crossed his abs and began blossoming out across his newly plump pecs. Even when the spreading forest thinned out, the dusting managed to keep going, covering his chest and reaching all the way to his pits where the soft downy dusting of hair darkened to a pitch black. New hairs began pushing free while the old ones grew in longer and thicker, creating tufts.

"Ad...ius..." Wade grunted, his voice cracking as it dropped in pitch. He shuddered again, moaning hard as his adam's apple swelled bigger. The mage was practically frothing at the mouth, focusing more and more on his effort's. He pushed his hand in deeper, up to the wrist and then a bit more. The dark glyphs on his arm grew brighter and brighter until they touched the light spilling out of Wade. The faun let out a scream of surprise as even more dark energies suddenly poured into a body that already felt over-full.

The energy spread out much faster, heading in every direction. His shoulders popped and snapped as they spread wider, his back thickening as new muscles spread down along his spine. His biceps bulged, then his triceps. Even his hands started to swell and stretch. The faun looked stacked, sporting the body of a wrestler, but it was far from over. The darkness crept upwards, bypassing his face, taking root deep in his skull. The pressure began to build, a pressure so intense and hot and deep that Wade thought he was going to burst, and in a way, he did.

The blunt, gentle horn nubs he had sported his entire life began to rise, creeping out from his forehead, rising upwards. The bony protrusions grew wider in diameter, bulging outward before relaxing just a little, then bulging again. Ribbed, striated horns moved out of his skull centimeter by centimeter, unceasing. The horns were thick, heavy and hard. The taller they rose, the more confident Wade felt. He could challenge any male, he could have his pick of mates, he was young and strong and wild... He was a man, he was a satyr.

The horns rose up, curving back ever so slightly, tall and proud just like the satyr he had become, but that wasn't enough, not by a long shot. The faun's pert bubble butt began to grow and expand, the cheeks getting meatier and fuller until they were so big that they pulled apart, allowing his swollen tail nub to flag itself upwards, revealing his pulsating, hungry, swollen leathery black hole. It quivered with need, a need that was sinking deeper and deeper as his ass - and everything inside it - reconfigured itself for life as a satyr in service to the dark one.

Wade moaned hard, grunting as his prostate swelled bigger, his muscles shifted and made plenty of room inside of himself. The plumbing changed and the changes spilled forward, working their way through his system until they hit his balls. Before he had been a faun, a creature that one might see in the forest, friendly and cute and kind, but as the dark energies spilled into his groin, that all came to an end. The first warning sign came from the sound of fabric straining and stretching until it tore. The loin cloth he wore fell away from his broadening waist, revealing the pendulous, plump, swollen furry sack.

Adius was grinning ear to ear, but he jumped in shock as the former faun grabbed his wrist. Wade's fingernails had turned brown, then grey, then black. The satyr's arm was furry and dark bands of ink had started to spread around his wrists, tattoos that emulated the cuffs that the mage wore. Adius looked up at the satyr's dark green eyes and the satyr looked back. Wade's grip on the mage's wrist tightened and then he pulled the arm in up to the elbow.

Purple light exploded outward, washing out across the forest. The fungus grew again and jagged crystals of glowing purple geode grew up from the open bubbling crag that Adius had opened. Spores began to release, filling the air with their potent charm. Electricity crackled across Wade's body, a body that was growing further. Muscles groaned as they spread, his horns and hooves kept going, and his sack expanded as his balls stretched to the size of grapefruits.

The faun's face darkened as stubble erupted from his cheeks, his upper lip darkening and the gap between his chin tuft climbing up all the way to his bottom lip. The energy jolted down Adius' arm, making the mage gasp and then groan before his own face started to tingle. He looked up at Wade in shock as both of their beards began growing. The mage's wild beard began to crinkle and thicken, growing bushy and dense. His mustache curved down over his upper lip, obscuring it before it grew long enough to hide his lower lip as well. The hair that had flowed smoothly from under his chin got wilder and thicker, billowing straight outward until it met with his mustache, hiding his mouth entirely. The hair on his cheeks pressed outward, inch by inch, half a foot in moments.

Adius let out a loud moan as his own nipples began to fatten and thicken, pushing out against his tight shirt. He growled and shuddered, his beard bushier and fuller than any wizard had a right to. It grew longer and wider as well, but it was the thickest beard either of them had ever seen before, nearly approaching a semi-spherical shape. More hair sprouted from Adius' knuckles, then his arms, creeping up before bristling out across his chest and back. He still had the face of a twenty year old but it was hidden behind the beard and body hair of someone in their forties, someone that might have sported a bald head from age rather than shaving it.

Wade admired the corruption that had rebounded on his friend, but it was hard to focus as the changes hit his own most vital regions. A slick gush of precum erupted from the satyr's sheath before a fat, plump, swollen cock head emerged. It had engorged itself well beyond the faun's original size even before exposing itself, but it was growing so fast that his sheath seemed to be stretched to the limit. The mushroom shaped head was the size of a fist, the shaft wider than a wrist. The flesh ballooned and bulged, veins pulsing as it still grew larger.

While Adius' wizard beard had grown untamable in how thick and bushy it was, Wade's was growing out in a whole other direction. His chin tuft surged out longer and thicker, spreading out across his lower jaw until it covered the whole thing. His mustache grew in, soft and willowy, framing his mouth and dropping in two long strands. His chin hair spread out and dropped down, giving him a long and full brownish black mane that grew into his hair - hair that was also growing. While Adius had lost his, Wade was adding on years of growth, as if he had never cut it. It slipped down his neck, cascading over his shoulders, slipping down his spine and only slowed when it began to reach his waist.

From a distance, Wade looked like the fearsome creatures of the north. He had massive horns, a billowy beard, cloven hooves that would put any bull to shame. He was covered in fur and hair and muscle like any good krampus would be, or perhaps even a demon. Only a hint of the original faun remained in the eyes, but that drained away as well as it was replaced with a need, a yearning, a hunger and a desire. Wade didn't want to escape. He wanted to breed. The purple light faded, the satyr's body reasserting itself until the mage's hand was excised with a snap of atmosphere.

Adius stumbled backwards a few steps, gasping and panting for breath before he looked up at his creation, still feeling his own cock swell and grow in his pants, reaching a rather unusual twelve inches in length. Wade, however, was far past that. The muscled beast stood at eight feet tall, his horns rising even higher. His beard blew in the fetid wind, brushing against his collar bone. His fur was wild and unkempt, his cock was almost as long as the mage's arm. His nipples looked fat and full as if they'd been teased and played with by many a lover over the years. Wade reached down and grabbed the wizard's wrist, pulling him back to his feet. Adius lifted his head, staring up at the satyr he had created with a dumb grin.

"We should head back, we're missing the party." Wade said, his voice deep enough to shake the gravel beneath their feet. Adius nodded numbly, quite content to do whatever the satyr suggested.

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The village nestled near the edge of the Ardenlock Forest had been one of family, of productivity, of heart and care. The yurt-like homes had been milled from the fallen trees, roofs made from canvas forged out of local plants and covered with a blanket of fallen leaves. There was a small mine, a forge, and more than a few distilleries turning local grapes and fruits into wines that were famous the world over... but the village was quiet no more. It raged with wild and untamed music. A bonfire flickered and crackled at the center of the square. Creeping tendrils snaked their way up across the yurts and unusual knew glowing plants sprouted from the tree branches that ached over the village, replacing the sunlight with the unearthly glow of the dark one's domain.

While the village had changed as well, so too had its inhabitants. The women were gone, tending to the forest and celebrating their new lives. Every trace of the kindly, helpful fauns were gone. In their place were rowdy, wild and crazed satyrs. Steins overflowed with alcohol, meat grilled over the bonfire, the harsh, growling roar of singers belted out music far harder and darker than any of their conventional songs. Some of the satyrs squared off, charging each other until their mighty horns cracked against one another, and in some cases so too did their skulls. There was a fine line between sparring and fighting, but some had taken an entirely different direction.

Adius led the way back into the village, looking minuscule behind the towering form that Wade had become. The satyr's loping gait made long strides easy, taking one for every three or four steps that the mage had to take. Adius looked over the village with pride, while some small flicker of Wade had to adjust. His dark green eyes looked to where the fairy circle had once been. The stones and grass had been broken, a gap created that would trap them in their realm. Wade looked from that across the square, seeing a month's worth of kegs all emptied in a matter of days.

To describe the atmosphere in the village as eating, drinking and being merry would have been a criminally extreme understatement. Satyrs staggered from yurt to yurt, drunk and rowdy. Others had forsaken their mostly vegetarian cuisine to tear into buffalo ribs and ostrich legs. They were brawling, they were singing, and they were fucking in the open. Even the air was potent with the musk of satyr pheromones and the smell of sex.

Wade's nostrils flared, his eyes growing oddly wild. His massive cock lifted upwards, jutting out before him like a pillar. The veins bulged, his balls throbbed and his stomach growled. As his lips parted, they betrayed sharpened canine teeth that most certainly did not belong to any ordinary faun or satyr. He charged forward and grabbed a bottle from the table, hoisting it up. The dark honey brown liquid inside hit his tongue with a burning heat, but he guzzled it down gulp after gulp. As the bottle was emptied, he threw it to the ground with a thunderous crash as the glass splintered. A long tongue licked his lips as he looked around before he spotted someone... someone that he recognized, despite all the changes.

"Jadek!!" Wade growled. The blond satyr looked up from where he had been biting into some of the forest mushrooms, enjoying their mealy, peaty flavor. His fur had bleached out to almost white, though now the tips were tinged with a grayish gold hue. His adorable baby smooth face was now framed by a ragged, bushy blond beard that followed the frame of his jawbone and the sides of his head had been shaved to make room for his ram horns, a long strip of wild blond hair running down the center in a mohawk. Days before he had been a scrawny, pathetic, almost elfin faun.

"Wade, you're back!" He said, standing up to his full height. Wade strode over, the brownish black satyr nearly chest to chest with the blond one. Wade huffed heavily before he grabbed onto the other satyr's horns and pulled him in for a kiss. Jadek was surprised, but so too was Wade as he tasted the strange flavor of the mushrooms his friend had been eating. Jadek's hands reached up to find their way to Wade's chest, appreciating his oddly thick pectorals before latching onto his pert daddy nipples. He tugged and twisted them, making Wade growl and kiss him deeper, then harder. In moments Wade pinned him to the side of the yurt, their huge monster cocks dragging across one another, thumping and pulsing in time with their heartbeats.

Adius grinned, watching Wade go at it. His mission had been a success. No doubt the dark one would reward him. The satyrs had been bent to the dark one's cause, the village was embraced by the shadows. Adius knew he had to report his work back, but there wasn't anything wrong with getting a bite to eat before he went. The mage moved toward the bonfire and reached for an ostrich leg when a huge hand grabbed his wrist. Adius sneered slightly, not sure he liked everyone grabbing him so much. He turned to see who had done it, meeting eyes with the village shaman.

"Was that yours?" Adius asked coyly. The Shaman grinned slowly, sharp teeth peeking out from behind a burly brown beard that had been braided into a plait thicker than the mage's arm, descending all the way down to a cock so fat and so wide that Adius was uncertain if it was the same weight he was.

"Nice beard, human... But it needs washing." The shaman said before he grabbed Adius' head and pulled him down. The mage;s mouth hit the mark the shaman intended, his lips landing right on the satyr's massive urethra. Adius didn't even have a chance to cast a spell before the salty, musky, faintly alcoholic tasting pre made it past his bushy wizard beard and into his mouth. He had even less time to formulate his last rational thought until it was washed away. His eyes filled with blackness until they were solid. His nipples went to attention, his ass started to squirm with need. The mage's cock hardened until it was as stiff as the lumber used to make the yurts around them. In that moment all Adius knew was that he had an unquenchable thirst that reached down deep to the depths of his soul, or at least what had once occupied that space.

The shaman growled happily as he felt the human's lips start to nurse on his thick cock. He used one hand to keep Adius there before the other grabbed the ostrich leg. The shaman bit into it, gnashing his teeth through the meat as he ate and ate, gulping it down. There was so much more time for carnal pleasure without religion getting in the way. He held Adius there but growled happily as he felt the mage's tongue sink down into his cock. If the pup was thirsty, it was time to give the pup something to drink. A thick, heavy, sticky gush of pre erupted from the shaman's cock. The first bout was so plentiful that it filled Adius' mouth to the brim, bulging his cheeks out. The mage was momentarily happy that he'd captured it so well, but the Shaman was just getting started.

A second gush forced the pre out of Adius' mouth, the slimy satyr pre-spunk soaking down into his beard. Another came, drizzling down the mage's tunic, then another, and then came the steady fountain. Adius gulped and swallowed as much as he could drink, perhaps even more than he should have been able to. It filled his throat, his nose, his mouth and his stomach. He gulped it down so fast his insides almost hurt, but between the potent powers of the cum and the mage's natural magic, his body was struggling to keep up. The mage's fit, firm body began to distend slowly. His stomach pushed out, rounding outwards. With even the slightest movement, he sloshed and shook as the cum swam about inside of him.

The shaman let out a belch as he finished his ostrich leg, tossing the bone down before he grabbed his flagon of mead. He tipped it back and guzzled it down, the long strap of his braided beard dancing across the back of Adius' bald head. The mage kept drinking down the seed o f the shaman even as his ears burned, the round lobes slowly working themselves up into points. His pale, shaved head grew red and irritated near the temples before two tiny black horn nubs broke through the skin, emerging slowly and without fanfare. Even the mage's pants had to push out a little, making room for the small deer tail that poked up, covered in dusty brown fur. It seemed in all his efforts to corrupt the tribe of the fauns, Adius had become one of them after all.

Across the square, Wade had lifted up his childhood friend, forcing the blond satyr to grab onto the gutters of the yurt. He braced himself, newly minted muscles pulling himself upward like it was some form of exercise just as Wade oriented his massive tool. The plump, fat head of his monster cock found Jadek's hungry hole, and without a moment's hesitation, Wade thrust up. Six inches of cock speared into Jadek's ass, then another six. Wade thrust up as Jadek lowered himself down, then the satyr did another pull up to expand the gap between them. It was a feat of strength and stamina as they went back and forth, up and down, in and out. Wade snarled and fucked Jadek. Jadek howled and moaned, drooling. The two were lit by the bonfire and the glowing plants, bathed in light and shadow.

The sounds of the rut were wet, sloppy and lewd. Wade fucked Jadek for what felt like hours, but eventually his massive, pendulous balls offered him release. The satyr tipped his head back, his long hair and beard blowing in the foul wind as he came. His seed was no longer the pearly nectar the fauns were so famous for. It was copious, it was thick, it was sticky and it was corrupt. His monster seed filled Jadek's ass, then his intestines, working toward his stomach. Jadek came as well, letting his cock shoot out his dark seed like a fountain, drizzling it across the mushrooms and moss below. They were lost in pleasure and power, completely ensnared by their new lives. Not a single faun had escaped. They had all become the monsters of the dark one. The Ardenlock Forest had fallen. The corruption would only spread from there.