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The Satyr's Training

by Declan Xavier

This story contains depictions of sex between a male satyr and an intersex (gynomorph) satyr. If that doesn't interest you, please find something more suitable for the evening's entertainment. If you are interested, then please enjoy.

No crunched leaf or snapped twig marked the passage of the three satyrs. The tallest of the three, the one with the most goat-like features and thickest fur, walked ahead of his companions. He was lankier, his stride longer and by nature consequence, outpaced the other two. It didn't help their pace that they were concentrating more on conversing with each other than they were with walking.

Donn, the smallest and newest among them, asked questions almost constantly. If either of the other two forest creatures were afraid he would be overheard, neither of them attempted to quiet him down. The leader, a red-furred satyr that had been introduced the day prior as Dearg, said nothing and kept walking while Dubh, a black-furred satyr, answered all of the questions he was posed quickly and directly.

The questions weren't the only thing slowing Donn's pace as he seemed to take every opportunity presented to him to jump onto a fallen tree trunk or half-covered stone. His limp from the previous evening had disappeared, and now he was full of the boundless energy of a newly-healthy youth.

Over the course of their conversation, Donn had learned that the reason the satyrs ask for virgins ("Not maidens specifically, that part is courtesy of the humans" Dubh was quick to point out) was because 'virgin' was a loaded term. Without having to specifically ask, the satyrs were able to get young, healthy people of breeding age that weren't breaking up a family. Virginity was also more highly prized in women than men, so that meant that with a few exceptions, like Donn himself, they ended up getting females.

"Ok, I get all that," Donn said as he hopped from one thing-that-was-not-the-path to the next, getting used to balancing on his hooves. "But doesn't that mean that the satyr women vastly outnumber the men, if you add new women every year?"

Dubh shook his head. "No, for a few reasons. One, all naturally born satyrs are male, period. Second, even the females, as they grow older and more like old Dearg here start to...um...'lose their feminity.' After a couple of years, the ones we get from the villages are no longer able to bear young and start being able to sire them. If the satyrs are going to continue existing in the border between Faerie and this realm, we need to keep getting tributes."

Donn had already been told about Faerie, that realm of magic that old satyrs went to when it was time for them to leave. Dearg was getting to be about that age, though aside from the prominence of his caprine features, Donn wouldn't have been able to tell he was one of the old ones. He was still as strong and spirited as Dubh, perhaps more. Maybe that's just how satyrs aged.

"All right, last question, then I'll shut up 'til we get home." Home. It was such a weird note, now that home meant somewhere other than the village where he grew up.

"We're almost there, anyway," Dearg's voice, even when not contained by the cabin walls, was like the rumbling of a falling tree or a landslide. For a brief moment, Donn was worried he was going to lose his balance.

"Anyway, what happens next?" We get to the village and then what happens?"

Dubh and Dearg shared a look between each other. It was the first time that Dubh didn't immediately respond with an answer. It was a question that Donn was too scared to ask when he was human, and now was getting a little nervous at how long it was taking them to answer.

"Well, long-term, we're going to figure out which job you're best suited for to help the herd. Gathering wood, building or repairing shelter, pressing wine. This might have nothing to do with your job back in the village, if you had one. Then you just...live your life, with the herd."

"Ok, and short-term."

"Short-term," Dubh said, pausing for a second in the trail. "Short-term, there's going to be a festival, for about a week. During that time, you're going to experience a lot of what the herd has to offer. You may have noticed that we are lovers of fine wine and finer lovers. Humans come up with a lot of hang-ups, and satyrs, well, we don't have those. That's not to say we're ok with everything. Dearg and I have different preferences and desires, so you're going to spend about a solid week learning what you do and do not like, what you are and are not capable of, in your new body and with your new mind."

Donn's mouth dropped open, waiting for the other two satyrs to start laughing and explain that they were just joking. Instead, Dubh just started walking again, passing the stunned satyr as he went.

"Wait, wait, you're saying that my first week in the herd is just going to be a party of wine and sex?"

Dubh let out a little chuffing sigh. "Not...see, this is why we didn't tell you right away. It's not JUST a party of wine, and sex, and food too, by the way. It's about self-discovery. You're going to take what humans learn over the course of months and cram it into a week. And I use the word 'cram' literally for some cases."

Donn was practically vibrating his hooves as he moved to catch up to Dubh. As soon as he got within arm's reach of the older creature, though, the black-furred one turned around and caught his shoulders, looking down at his face. His eyes, and the way his set his lips were the most serious Donn had ever seen him. Granted, he had only really known Dubh for less than a full day at this point.

"Donn, sorry, but this is important. A satyr's lusts are rough. Think of the horniest days you ever had as a human teenager, and make it three times as bad. We can't just be fucking and drinking all the time, we have to make the wine, grow the food, build and keep our houses. It's not a hard life, by any measure, but magic only gets us so far out here. By using this week to learn your limits and desires, you'll be a better addition to the herd."

The new satyr nodded, more shocked at Dubh's sudden sincerity than anything else. He closed his mouth, nodding firmly. Yesterday, he was a man from a lumber camp who had never known the touch of another. Today, he was a satyr, who, despite what he had done with Dearg and Dubh, hadn't felt the fire in his hips dim at all. It was honestly quite amazing that he wasn't walking through the forest sporting an erection.

But they were back to walking without impediment, and Donn was good to his word, not asking another question until they reached the edge of the village. There were no walls, no fences, nothing that would indicate that they crossed a boundary of any kind. The scenery had just changed from trees to small huts, the sound of chattering voices joining the bugs and the birds of the forest.

The rest of the day was a bit of a whirlwind. Donn was shown his new home, a small hut that contained only a woven mat and a hammock, and was offered some small amount of food and wine for lunch. It was better than anything he remembered having back in the village. Did satyrs just experience everything more intensely?

Dubh was correct, though, the herd was only about twice as big as the village he had just left behind. It wouldn't take an hour to walk the entire perimeter, and there was probably only sixty to seventy adults, and less than a dozen children. Fortunately enough for Donn, and probably the other new additions depending on how good they were about remembering people, there was enough variety that was starkly noticeable to differentiate everyone from one another.

From white to black, all hair-and-fur colors were represented. There were people ranging from Dearg's level of goatishness to Donn's level of pretty-much-human-with-goat-legs. Some wore little woven bands of fiber around their wrists, ankles or ears, others had intricate and elaborate tattoos on their human-like upper halves. No two satyrs looked close enough to one another to be confused for anyone else. Donn's questions picked right back up, asking who did what, tattoo meanings, where could he get one, what was with those fiber bands, and so on.

Dubh calmly answered all of those questions between bites of food before one satyr stepped into the center of the village carrying a large horn. Even though Donn was sure that he had been drinking out of it just seconds ago, the satyr put his lips to the narrow end and fired off a loud trumpet blast that got everyone's attention. Maybe people back in my old village heard that too, Donn thought to himself before Dubh's hand on his shoulder brought his attention back to his companions.

"All right Donn, this is where we go our separate ways. We brought you to the village, but now it's your turn to become part of the herd. Good luck."

Pulling the new satyr to his hooves, Dubh wrapped his new herdmate into a hug before letting go and wandering off. Dearg came up shortly after and offered a strong, simple hug of his own before he made his way to another part of the village.

"Could everyone who is new to the village today please come join me in the center of the village?" The crier satyr called out.

Donn walked forward, suddenly feeling very naked now that Dubh and Dearg had left. He was, of course, naked, having left his human clothes behind in the halfway hut but as he approached the trumpet-barer, he felt dozens of eyes on him, and the soft murmuring of the villagers how were paying attention.

About a dozen or so female satyrs joined him around the center, each of them looking as nervous as he felt. Most of their glances were at one another, but a couple of curious gazes lingered on him. Maybe they had been told that all of the tributes were female and were confused why a male was jumping into the mix. Maybe they were happy seeing a man who was just yesterday a human like them? It was hard to tell, and he didn't have much time to think about it before the caller raised his hand.

"Welcome everyone. Now, I have no idea what your guides may have told you, but here is what is going to happen. For the next week, you are exempt from any duties to the herd. If you want to help a friend out with a chore, you're not banned from doing so, but we want you to focus on learning about yourselves now that you are satyrs."

He continued without waiting for anyone to interrupt. "We are creatures of nature, and nature is about feeding, fighting, and fucking. Left to your own devices, you risk losing yourselves to your primal nature, and being little more than a beast which, if you desire that kind of life you are more than welcome to, but that doesn't make you a good member of the herd. Over the next week, various members of the herd will show you how to tame those fires and when to feed them. You may be overcome with urges you haven't felt before in your human lives. We encourage you to explore those urges, to express your desires to those you are with. Fear not rejection, and let no door go unknocked upon. But also fear not force, this week is for you to learn about your bodies and brains, not for the other herd members to push their desires onto you unchecked."

This last part he said with a cheeky wink. "Now!" he said loudly, loud enough for those gathered nearby to hear. "All of those who wish to guide our new fauns may step forth, Remember all those of you who joined their ranks the first time, and for those natural-born among us, remember your first Festival of Discovery."

There wasn't a rush of satyrs coming towards them, but any movement from the village felt intense with the way that Donn was wound up. Most of those that approached were still very human in their torso areas, only a few were like Dearg in how animalian they were. While most of them were flat-chested, there were a few not among the new 'fauns' that sported bared, jiggling breasts. Donn's only thought at seeing so many bare-chested women was the thought that, just yesterday, seeing such brazen displays would have flustered him badly and now it was no cause of embarrassment.

More satyrs seemed to flock to him, as the oddity, and the few glances that he could spare to his fellow new additions left him unable to tell if this was a welcome reprieve from too much attention for them, or if they were jealous. He was asked several questions, and answered them candidly, any sense of shame or impropriety having been erased with his humanity. More and more satyrs started to leave him be as he answered who his sponsors were and what they had done. Soon, only a few were left, one of whom seemed more intent than the others at remaining behind.

"I think that maybe I should guide him for a couple of days."

The others looked at one another and then shrugged. There would be time enough to get to know Donn, they supposed.

The one who spoke up smiled as she stepped towards Donn, taking his hand in hers.

"Welcome, faun. I am Adri. What did your sponsors call you?"

"My name's Donn."

She smiled softly, and the nerves finally left Donn enough for him to actually focus on her. Her skin was dusky, speaking to a life outdoors, and her hands had a little roughness to them. Maybe she was a woodcutter or grew crops. Her face was thin and still very human, her eyes a deep amber color. She had no freckles nor birthmark that he could see, and bared as she was he could see an awful lot of her.

Without shame, Donn's eyes drifted lower. She had already sized him up, it seemed only fair. She was slender but with a slight bit of muscle. Her breasts looked as though they could fit well within one hand each, topped with a pert, ruddy nipple. He could see the gentle oval of her stomach muscles framing her navel, a small valley between the edges of her and the definition of her hip bones. That was before a mass of thick, curly, sandy blond fur hugged her waist and announced that he had reached the end of her human half.

His eyes continued lower. He had seen some of the village women bathing when he was growing into his own, and he wanted to see what the differences between human women and satyr women were like. His eyes widened a bit as, no matter what he was expecting to see, the woman in front of him packed a bigger shock.

Over the course of the past evening, he had become intimately familiar with what male satyrs had between their legs, but seeing a pair of oval-shaped, dangling balls between the legs of a satyr with such pronounced breasts threw him for a loop. Above that there was a thick, fuzzy tube. He must have been staring for awhile, because he felt her fingers, long and gentle, lift his chin back to looking at her face.

She wasn't offended, and her smile didn't diminish. "There's a reason I will be a great guide for you. Come back to my hut, and let me explain there."

Donn nodded mutely, following her back and continuing his gawking. Her hair was tied back with and kept from her neck, but gently arced until it met with the spot between her shoulder blades. The muscles on her back were not as well-defined as Dubh or Dearg's had been, and the softness of her form continued down to the bubble of her backside underneath her bouncing goat tail. In all ways, Adri was a beautiful woman, and he would have been able to appreciate it more if he could get over his boggled state-of-mind.

Adri's hut was not much larger than his own. Some shelves had been put up to keep food off the ground. Bottles shaped from gourds hung from the ceiling. She had a similar set-up with the hammock and mat, but beside those were some leather cushions. There was no door to the hut, nor glass in the window, but just being surrounded by walls and a roof snapped Donn from the feeling of being a spectacle to something more intimate.

The owner of the hut piled up a few of the cushions to sit down on them, laying back and once again giving Donn a full view of her body. The dim lighting didn't help him see any more detail, but his eyes were drawn once again to make out of her what he could.

"So, what have your sponsors told you? You seem a bit surprised."

Donn swallowed before responding. "Well, I'm surprised by the fact that you have a cock."

Adri laughed, her voice clear and light. "Not just a cock, Donn." Reaching down, she gently lifted the pair of eggs dangling between her light brown thighs to reveal something that the new satyr would have been expecting. Using two fingers, she parted the lips to her feminine sex to show it off before removing her hands and resting them on her thighs.

"It will happen to all of the maidens that were picked up yesterday. Over time, we start to shift more and more into being male satyrs. I just made the switch last year from being able to bear young."

Donn's eyes lit up as he remembered Dubh saying something like that. "Oh yeah, he said you lose your feminine nature. I didn't realize that meant that you, um..."

Adri waved the rest of the statement away. "It's all right, some of us can be really vague. I think it comes with being creatures of the forest. Anyway, that's why I think I'm your perfect guide. I'm sure that your sponsors gave you enough of this," she said, wrapping her hand around her sheath. "But you needed to learn sooner or later that breasts alone don't automatically mean there's no dick to find, and the fact that I still have my vagina means that you get to learn you way around that, too. So, shall we start?"

Those words hit Donn like a kick to the chest. For all of his shock, the fires inside that Dubh had warned him about hadn't really gone away, and the invitation only fanned the flames. Stepping close to his hostess, he nodded, his own sheath twitching at the thought. His body had been reacting the entire time to Adri's beauty, but this close, he could also appreciate her smell, the way that her eyes shone in the dim lighting of the hut. The head of his cock started to emerge from his sheath, stirring in the cooler air.

"What should I do?" Donn asked, settling down on the cushions next to Adri. She reached up and ran her hands through his dark brown hair.

"Whatever you want. The instructions were clear, we're to guide you, not push our desires onto you. Just let go and do what you think is right. I'll let you know what's right and wrong."

Given free rein, Donn's hand immediately rose to cup her breast. Perhaps in his excitement and innocence he squeezed a bit too hard, because Adri cautioned him to be gentler with it. "They're more sensitive than they appear. Don't squash it around like you're kneading dough, easy now."

His hands explored her torso, always leaving one hand on a breast, thumb gently grazing the nipple while he other hand mapped out her stomach, her sides. He learned a lot about his guide through touch and soft instruction. She wasn't ticklish, but he needed to be mindful of those who might be. Girls needed foreplay, but satyr women didn't need as much as human women.

As hot as the fire burned within him, within them both probably, her voice was always tempering his passion - he needed to go slower, be softer, than he thought he need to be. As his hands drifted lower towards her thighs, he could feel the heat coming off of her. Glancing down, the first time that he had taken his eyes from her breasts in awhile, he saw that she was already completely out of her sheath, hard and bobbing.

And he was too, their penises so close to one another they almost touched tip-to-tip. He had seen her, felt her, smelled her, and now he needed to taste her. He started to move his lips towards hers, but her fingers stopped him. He blinked, confused.

"I can't give you instruction if we're kissing. But you can put your lips elsewhere," she said with a slight purr to her voice.

While the idea was down there somewhere, it wasn't foremost on his mind. Brought to the surface, it drove his lips forward until he connected them to the soft flesh of Adri's neck. He heard her gasp a little from above his head, but a soft murmur of encouragement reassured him, and with renewed confidence, he began to suck lightly on her skin.

Just as his hands eventually moved south, so too did Donn's mouth. His lips slid over the bump that was her collarbone, not tarrying too long before finding the soft slope of her breast. The gasping noise went a little bit higher in pitch, confirming to Donn their sensitivity. As his mouth started to run against the areola, he felt her hand pulling his wrist inwards from her thighs.

"This feels good," she said through a heaving breath. "But multitasking is good, too. Don't neglect this area with your hands."

It was hard to concentrate. It was hard to concentrate on just one thing let alone two. Already his mind was reeling at the sensations, but he wanted to take this opportunity while he had it. His hands wrapped around the caprine scrotum, lifting it aside. He had the chance to experience what the males of the herd had to offer, and he would experience that again, but just underneath that treasure was another one, one that he hadn't yet gotten to know, what that he wanted to learn about through practice.

His fingers brushed against her lower lips, a bit of a surprised bark coming out of his mouth when he felt dampness. He pulled his mouth from her breast and his fingers from her snatch, looking down to make sure that he hadn't drawn blood. Adri supressed a giggle.

"It's all right. You know how our cocks have a little bit of a clear nectar that comes out when we're excited?"

"Yeah, Dubh called it precum."

Adri nodded. "Women also have a lubricant. It happens naturally, your precum and my wetness make the whole experience easier. Sometimes humans have to use stuff not from their bodies like oils, but us satyrs are blessed in that way, and others."

"Can I...can I put it in you?" Donn asked, gesturing down to his own cock which had become as hard as iron, an angry red and leaking profusely.

Adri lay back, spreading her thighs and lifting her sac out of the way. "Please, I think we both need this lesson to continue."

Donn's resistance to his own instincts and his desires cracked, and he threw himself on top of his guide more roughly than he might have otherwise done. She grunted as his full weight came to bear, his stomach and upper pelvis mashing her cock against her stomach in a too-uncomfortable way for her not to try and reposition him.

He didn't push back as she moved his body aside enough to free her shaft and let it lay against her stomach. His focus was on the glistening gap between her legs, on the dripping cock between his, and making those two things meet. He shifted his hips until he felt the sensitive head of his glans rub against the source of the heat and the damp.

Any word of caution or instruction Adri might have given him was silenced as he pushed his hips forward. For all of his lust, Donn's movement was surprisingly restrained, feeling the lips part around the head of his shaft and hug it tight as it entered him. Both satyrs gave cries of pleasure as the intersex guide was penetrated by the fully male faun.

He bucked his hips again, sliding another inch or so into the warm, wet cavern. Adri's arms circled his torso, hugging his chest to hers as he struggled to make their hips meet. It was tighter than any hole he had yet experienced, but just as warm and supple, hugging and pulling at his penis as he continued to push it in deeper.

What Donn lacked in size or skill, he made up for in enthusiasm. He was a young male, having just had his first (and second, and third, and...) sexual encounter and with his libido fire having been built into a blacksmith's forge of lust. While this wasn't his first time being on top, it was his first time being on top of anything with a vagina, and the newness of the experience was driving him forward in every way.

His experiences with the other males had been about achieving orgasm quickly, deriving the most amount of pleasure from the act, but something in his mind told him that this was different. On the outside, Adri's gentle teaching confirmed it. Smooth movements were the order of the day, and as he started to pump his cock into that tight cunny, his mind let him have enough control to try and focus on that.

It wasn't terribly long before his cock was leaking, adding his juices to her own. The hut was soon full of the hot, wet squelches of lovemaking, a symphony of carnal sounds with the choral accompaniment of their staccato moans and grunts, bleats and begging. The words were meaningless, empty, and forgotten in the heat of their lust as Donn rocked his hips forward and back, wanting to feel her pussy on every inch of his shaft.

Explosions of tiny pleasure, like a log popping on a fire, fired from his cock and to the root of his cock buried somewhere inside the sheath. They continued up his back, up his spine until they floated into his brain. Soon, stars were dancing behind his eyes as he felt his entire length slipping in and out of her sex on any given thrust. A few times he came dangerously close to sliding out of her completely, and his brain told him that the remedy for that was reserving himself to the back half of his cock.

And so he obliged the inaudible coach in his head, keeping his thrusts sharp and deep, only four or so inches of satyr cock feeling the coolness of the air before sliding in back to its warm, receptive home. Between them, her own cock bounced and bobbed, flicking small droplets of her nectar onto their stomachs. Reaching between them, he wrapped his hand around the base of it. He had learned from his sponsors that, when penetrated, a loose penis could be stroked to enhance the pleasure. He had learned it from both angles, knowing now how right they were.

His intentions, however, were short-lived. As soon as his hand clasped the girth of her cock closest to the sheath, she let out a cry of pleasure, and she came. Her cock surged in his hand, and a load of hot, white liquid erupted from her cockhead, painting her stomach and his chest. As she did that, the muscles which had long accepted the penetrating breeding rod tightened suddenly and without mercy.

Those little explosions immediately became a large firework of orgasmic pleasure. Her cry was soon eclipsed by his own bleating exultation as he climaxed inside of her. He could feel his cock throb, and then release its load within the tight confines of her snatch. It rushed back and settled against the glans of his shaft, even as his orgasm continued.

Beneath him, Adri's wriggled as her body accepted his load. She ran her hand through his hair, brushing it aside to look into his face. Seeing the satyr return to his own mind slowly in the afterglow, she couldn't help but laugh at his expression. She wondered if she was going to have similar expresions on her face. There was time enough to find out, as she guided Donn and the others through the initial part of their transition from human to satyr.

"Our next lesson is going to be in clean-up," she said, with Donn's eager nodding causing her smile to widen.