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Thicker Than Thieves Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Matt123

It was a night of a new moon and the skies were overcast. Darkness embraced the city like a lover, cuddled up so tight and not wanting to let go. It was perfect cover. A few street lights and positional lights were set up around the Central Museum, but they provided little more than a false sense of security. It wasn't even enough to keep the cars in the parking lot from getting robbed... All in all, it had the makings of an easy job as far as the outside was concerned. A figure moved through the shadows with a cool confidence, a sense of purpose, a desire and a motive.

The figure was young and lithe, boasting the agility of a nineteen year old. Five foot ten, he was fairly willowy though muscles pressed against the tight black pants and long sleeve shirt he wore. His shaggy brown hair was hidden away in the black stocking cap, gloves covered his hands and enhanced spectrum goggles covered his eyes. Milo tried not to think about it, but he knew he looked pretty damn fine.

The young man had successfully crossed the Museum campus without being spotted, but his hardest work was still yet to come. As he approached the walls, he started to run to pick speed before he jumped, pushing off of the wall a few feet up with his feet before his hands caught the lip of the artistic metal molding that ran around the building half way up the walls. Milo scuttled along the edge part way before he hoisted himself up, using a remarkable bit of flexibility to bring his legs up over him and loop through a metal rung of a hidden ladder used to replace the lights in the architectural display. With his legs secured, he did a pull up and grabbed the next rung, unhooking himself before he climbed up the ladder and onto the roof. He kept his back a bit low as he moved, his feet covered by textureless shoes.

Reaching a skylight, Milo crouched down and reached over his back, opening up his pack. He pulled out a variety of tools and gadgets, feeling a bit like James Bond. His first target was the sensor wires on the window. He pulled out contact putty and wires, pushing the putty through the seam of the window as much as he could before he ran a wire to a battery backup and set that down on the gravel lined roof, making sure it was well in place before he started to open the window, thinking about how his life had led him to where he was today.

Milo still couldn't believe he was part of the Obsidian Thieves' Guild. It had been almost a year and he was still working his way up through the ranks, but life had never been more exciting. Milo had thought growing up that guilds were something that only existed in novels and video games, that real guilds had never existed. He had been very wrong... Obsidian had been running for almost thirty years and had been remarkably successful because of their business model. They were just large enough to create a ring of alibis for their members and their members were talented enough to perform a variety of different types of crime so it was even harder to link it back. Obsidian handled money laundering, cyber crime, identity theft, racketeering and even fine art theft... which was what brought Milo to the museum.

Like any guild, members trained as apprentices before being conferred with the title of master criminal. Titles aside, it was still important for the members to hone their skills. While Milo had been an expert at pick pocketing and hacking, he had been practicing for cat burglary as well.... And this night was his test. Milo had high hopes, not just because they'd taken to calling him baby-face, saying he didn't have any whiskers for being a cat burglar. Milo didn't appreciate the joke. He knew tonight would make things different, one way or another.

The window clicked and Milo opened it up, setting it aside. The cool, carefully controlled air of the interior wafted out, but Milo wasn't in the clear yet. The museum wasn't part of some movie set. The display he needed to rob wasn't anywhere near the skylight. Milo pulled out the largest gear from his pack and unfolded a framework with a winch on it, setting it over the skylight before hooking it to the harness he wore. He slipped his legs over the edge and then dropped down. The winch lowered him steadily downwards and Milo kept his eyes out. Half way down he pulled out a remote and pressed stop. The winch eased to a stop, leaving the thief dangling in the air.

The reason for the delay came in the form of a camera relay set up around the museum. Milo looked at the glowing green light at the edge of the camera - night vision enhancements. Thankfully it was aimed at the museum floor rather than the ceiling. Milo waited, then waited some more... and then the light snapped off. Milo knew that was the only help he would be getting from the guild that night. He pressed the remote and resumed his decent. As his feet touched the ground, Milo unhooked his harness and set the winch to pull the line back up so it wasn't dangling for all to see. He moved off through the darkness, skirting the edges of the rooms, navigating around the remaining camera views.

It took a minute and a half to move through the Museum to the intended room, but it was a necessary evil. The skylight had been the weak point; it was the only vulnerable entrance and exit. Milo tried to imagine the security guards, wondering if they were like those in the movies, if they were tired and docile and eating doughnuts in disbelief that anyone would try robbing them... Wouldn't they be surprised the next morning, especially given his target. While the museum had countless jewels, relics and treasures dating back to antiquity, Milo had been sent after a very specific object, an object that would represent to the guild that he was a man in their eyes.

Milo stepped over the laser sensor at ankle level that guarded the Greek display and moved in among the statues, the relief carvings, the paintings and reproductions. Even with the lights off, the Greek display had so much marble and stone that it practically glowed with white light. Milo knew that the statues had once been painted, but the years had worn away everything but the base stone. The young thief skirted past a column to avoid the one narrow view camera in the room before he moved up to the back display, slowing to a stop, spotting his target.

The back display was covered with countless artifacts from ancient Greece, everything from broken vases to jeweled statuettes. Sitting off to one far corner was a very suggestive statuette, one shaped rather like a phallus. The statue rested on a base carved into two egg shaped ovals before rising up into a tall, thick mast. The tip was faintly rounded and the general contours of the mast made it look phallic in other ways as well, though the entire surface was carved with an intricate swirling line pattern, a centimeter or two relief at most. The guild claimed they wanted Milo to steal the relic because it was carved out of obsidian and it would be their calling card, but it was clear he was there to steal it to prove his manhood. Milo took a soft breath before he ducked under the velvet rope and reached out, his fingers wrapping around the stone statue.

As Milo held the relic in his hand, he was compelled to look at its placard. It was a ceremonial alter piece to Pan or Bacchus. In either case, its meaning was likely the same; fertility and pleasure. Milo slipped the statue into his pack and secured it, ducking under the velvet rope and making his way back. It was human instinct to rush, to run back to where he started from. He had the loot, he had the goods, but going fast was a rookie mistake. If he had been careful leading up to the present, then they had no reason to suspect anything was missing and if he was hotheaded on his escape, he would only alert them to his presence. Milo stepped over the laser line and navigated his way back through the museum, approaching the room he had entered. He pulled out his remote and pressed it as he approached, though an echo in the distance gave him pause.

Milo ducked down behind a display, pausing the decent of the ropes. A flashlight swayed across the walkway as a security guard approached. He shone his light across the floor of the room, taking a casual look around. Milo leaned forward a bit to diminish his sight line, though he could feel the relic resting against his spine, heavy and hard. He glanced up at the guard as he passed; spotting that he had thick sideburns. Milo didn't know why he had paused to take note of that, but something about it gave him a brief chill of delight. The guard disappeared down the hallway Milo had come from, likely on patrol. There was no time to waste, a minute there and a minute back. Once more the remote was triggered and the line descended. Milo moved out and clipped it to his back before he started his ascent. He tucked his legs tight and looked down, watching the museum shrink around him until he got to the top and pulled himself through the narrow gap in the middle of the winch frame.

With an expert hand, Milo packed up the framework, setting it aside for a second as he slipped the statue into a protective case and then put away his gear. He carefully lowered the skylight window, making sure the contact putty still touched the window frame, window edge and the electrical line. He pulled out his battery backup and put it in his pack as well before he stood up and moved across the roof, heading for a different point of the roof than the one he had climbed up. Milo stepped off the roof edge and dropped down onto more of the architectural molding, sliding down before he jumped over the pond at the base of the building, narrowly landing on the far side. With a soft grin, Milo started running across the field into the pitch black, knowing he was in the home stretch.

****

The street lights seemed to pulse as Milo sped down the road on his motorcycle, the engine growling with power that vibrated his legs. Milo felt invincible and that grin showed on his face. He had carefully and quietly gotten far enough away from the museum without getting caught that the sound of his motorcycle wasn't anything out of the ordinary. He'd removed his stocking cap and gloves, then unzipped his jacket down to his collar bone. Sun bleached brown hair cascaded down to the nape of his neck while hazel eyes gazed out through sunglasses instead of his night vision goggles.

Milo had joined the guild out of necessity, but he'd gotten just as addicted to the thrill as all the others; the thrill of pulling off a job, getting away with it, being one of the elite. He was a child of the night and he couldn't have been happier. The sun was starting to come up, but in a city that never slept there were still people on the streets. Thugs, hooligans, drug dealers, thieves, reprobates, street rats and street urchins... His people. Milo grinned softly to himself, adjusting his position on his bike seat a bit. The vibration of the bike always made him hard, but it was seeming to have a stronger effect than ever before. He could feel his shaft sliding up the tight confines of his pants, making a very clear outline.

While Milo was embarrassed at first, he started to wonder if it was the added thrill of such a daring burglary. He grinned a bit, wondering if he was getting off on being a thief. Milo murmured softly to himself, licking his lips as he started rubbing his erection against the vibrating chassis of his bike, sliding up and down, moaning softly. He hugged a tight corner and evened out, his balls tingling in excitement. Milo shuddered a bit, knowing it wouldn't be a good idea to orgasm while driving, least of all with a stolen relic in his pack... He had to get his mind off of it.

The thief started to scan the sidewalks for unattractive people to cool his jets on, but the plan soon proved to be foolhardy. Just as before, the streets were full of the vagabonds and bad boys that drove Milo wild... but of all the things Milo found attractive, it was facial hair that did something extra special for him. He'd never understood why, he'd eventually learned that the name for it was pogonophilia. Milo had to admit, that was most likely the reason he hated the nickname 'baby face' in the group. It was just one more reason he felt that he had to prove his masculinity. At the moment, though, Milo's plan to edge back from his orgasm wasn't working at all. His eyes fell across thugs with mustaches, punks with mutton chops and then the Holy Grail, a man with a long, thick, black braided goatee.

Drool leaked from the corner of Milo's lips as his balls seized up and his cock pulsed. He felt the hot mess of cum spreading out in his underwear and he swerved a bit before his bike rammed the curb. Milo was shaken back to reality quite literally, his body lifting up off the seat and coming back down, all the gear in his pack smacking hard against the tail of the motorcycle. Milo held on for dear life, struggling not to crash with the sudden impact. He swerved and counterbalanced, evening out. A blush crossed his face as he took the first right he could, getting out of eye sight from all the people he had just made an ass of himself in front of.

Milo slowed down a bit as he navigated more sedate side streets, coming up with a new route back to his hotel... but then a terrible thought crossed his mind; what if the jarring motion of the impact had damaged the artifact? Milo bit his lip before he sped up once more. He had to get home, to check the artifact, to make sure it was okay... If he'd broken it, the guild would be monumentally displeased... and that meant far more than a reprimand for Milo. He gazed up at the sunrise before him, at the rich pinks and purples and greens, all the colors normal people were never awake to see. Despite his massive embarrassment, he felt the delight of the night's activities returning to him and slowly a smile crossed his lips again.

****

It had taken all of Milo's resolve to enter the hotel and take the elevator with the speed and calmness of some late night party boy. His cover had been set as being in town for a film festival, the twenty four hour movie glut providing documentation that could establish his presence, along with some low level guild apprentices acting as 'witnesses' to his presence during the time in question. Still, Milo could barely think of his alibi as the elevator doors opened. He moved down the hallway and opened his room, stepping in and shutting the door promptly behind him. The up and down motion of the impact kept playing in Milo's mind, how it must have been like whiplash for the artifact. Even the clank of his gear against the case had been terrible... Milo swung his backpack around and pulled out the case, setting it on the foot of the bed before unceremoniously dropping the rest of his stuff to the floor.

With reverent hands, Milo unclasped the case before he opened it up, looking inside. The foot long relic seemed to be intact, at least majorly. He had almost expected to open the case and see it broken in half, but there it was in one piece with no flecks around on the pale gray foam. Milo reached down and pulled one of his gloves on before he lifted the relic to examine it more closely. His fingers wrapped around the base of the stone shaft, looking it over, studying the engravings. They were so intricate, so precise; it was almost like they were veins. Milo turned the piece around and around, studying every aspect before he paused, noticing something out of the ordinary... a piece of the stone was slightly ajar near the tip. What had been a seamless surface had a slight sliver pushing out of it.

Milo's heart fell into despair as he realized he had broken it. He set the piece down gently before pulling his other glove on, not wanting to leave fingerprints on the relic. He picked it back up, holding it firmly in one hand while his other moved to the sliver. Milo gently pressed his finger against the tip of the splinter, trying to slide it back down. While the sliver started to lower, it soon sprung back a little, refusing to enter all the way. Milo was flummoxed. He tried to push it in again but the sliver barely went in at all before pushing back more than before.

"You little bugger..." Milo muttered to himself, taking a breath, "Okay, so maybe something's in the way... and I have to push that down before you fit back in." Milo considered. Taking a gentle, careful grip of the stone splinter, he pulled it out slowly. The sliver proved to be perfectly even on all sizes, emerging cleanly with no fracture... and beneath the stone tip was a cork like material. Milo's eyes widened, realizing that the relic was actually a container. Before he had time to wonder what was inside, reality provided the answer.

Milo grunted in shock as thick viscous black liquid began to leak out of the relic. The thick goo moved like honey and looked like liquid rubber, shining in the light. It drizzled down over the relic, filling in the countless veins, swirling about, making its way down to the base. Milo was so shocked he hadn't put the relic down right away, but as the liquid neared his hand, common sense caught up with him. The thief moved to set the relic back in the case, but as his fingers let go of the base, the black goo shot out thick tendrils that wrapped around his wrist, coiling together, tethering the phallic object to him.

A heavy grunt of shock left Milo's lips as he tried to shake the relic loose but the black goo continued pouring forth, covering the relic and creeping down across the fingers of his glove. The material sizzled as the goo came in contact with it, terrifying Milo that he was holding acid. The goo seemed to eat through the gloves easily but when he felt it against his skin, it was fine. In fact, it was better than fine. Milo was rather surprised how much like silk it felt. Despite being 'liquid' it didn't feel wet and caressed his digits. Soon the black goo had replaced his glove and was creeping up his wrist and forearm, the relic still latched to his hand. Milo tried to let go but the substance that had flowed like syrup felt as firm as plastic, at least when he tried to let go.

Milo reached down to his bag of tools, trying to find anything that could work. He pulled out his knife and opened the blade, bringing it to the contact point between the relic and his thumb. He tried to cut the goo, but as soon as the blade touched the black slickness, it grew warmer and warmer before the blade started to melt. Milo pulled the remnants of his knife back, coughing at the scent the melting metal made. He looked down at his hand, watching the silvery molten metal get absorbed into the black goo, disappearing entirely.

"What is this stuff?" he whispered in shock. Milo looked around before heading for the bathroom, trying to think of other ways to stop the substance bubbling out of the relic like there was no bottom to it. By the time he reached the bathroom, the black goo had coated his elbow and part of his upper arm like a rubber sleeve. The goo reached his jacket and started to dissolve the material as well, advancing to the human's rather well refined biceps and triceps, coating the muscle. Milo turned the shower on as hot as he could get it before plunging his arm and the relic into the stream. The water hit the black slick surface of his arm and beaded up before running down. The stuff was completely water proof. Getting desperate, Milo grabbed the scrubby purple loofah to try and brush the goo off.

As he brought the loofah up, rubbery tendrils shot out of the black coating on his arm, grabbed onto the scrubber and ripped it from his hands before tossing it. The loofah clattered against the wall and slid to the floor, leaving Milo frozen in shock. The goo wasn't just a strange substance, it was... aware. Milo's moment of shock was all the substance needed. Having reached his shoulder, the goo wrapped around it, forming a bit of a brace before it constricted and contorted.

Milo yelped in shock as his arm was bent against his will. Milo tried to fight it, using all his strength to straighten his arm back out but slowly his elbow bent, then his upper arm started to move. Milo's eyes widened in shock as he realized what it was doing. His arm was moving to bring the constantly spurting relic up to his face. Milo instinctively grabbed onto his wrist to stop the advancing statue, but as soon as his free hand touched his captive wrist, the black goo shot out over it as well, dissolving the glove away.

Milo stumbled backwards out of the bathroom, fighting his own hands. His back hit the wall before he turned, stumbling into the living room, his tainted shoulder brushing against the floor to ceiling blinds, the light of sunrise filtering in as the slats rubbed against one another. Milo fell onto his knees, his left hand pushing his right away, his right hand moving toward his face. Milo's chest rose and fell with panic, looking at the relic. So much black goo had come out that it covered the stone shaft and his arm completely, but still it bubbled forth, covering his left wrist and forearm, then his upper arm.

The battle seemed to be a loosing one, but even with a goo coating, his left arm was buying him time. Milo tried to get back onto his feet, but as the goo reached his left shoulder, it was all over. The relic was suddenly pushed between Milo's lips, his cheeks bulging wide... and then the relic unleashed itself. Milo's eyes went wide as his mouth filled with a flood of slick, stretchy slime that tasted like latex.

Milo's cheeks bulged as he tried to fight it, but soon the pressure was too great. His throat failed and the flood began pumping down his throat. Milo was left on his knees, his hands holding the object to his face against his will... and soon they started pumping it back and forth suggestively. Milo shuddered, feeling his throat coated by the stuff, his stomach filling with it... Milo had sucked his fair share of cock over the years, both in the line of duty as a thief and for pleasure, but he'd never been forced to suck one, let alone by his own body. The goo continued to spill out, though some crept along his arms, fusing to the goo coating them. The goo that had formed around his shoulders pushed down towards his chest, sliding just enough across his pectorals, engulfing his nipples.

Milo watched in confusion and surprise as the molten metal from the knife blade resurfaced, spiraling along his arm, guided by the goo all the way to his chest, splitting into two. Milo's eyes widened and he let on a mumbled grunt of shock, but the goo continued its work. Two steel rings were formed, cooling and hardening with needle sharp gaps. The goo suddenly pierced the rings through Milo's nipples before the metal was re-sealed, having no gap. Milo shuddered, so in shock that he didn't resist any more, the relic continuing to drain into him.

The draining process went on for almost a full minute, the pure amount of liquid astonishing. If it had been semen, the amount would have been gratuitous, but whatever it was... it was obviously not sperm... Milo grunted sharply, feeling his stomach stuffed so full that it almost bulged out some... but his puppet arms gently set the relic down, fingers uncoiling from the drained container. Milo wasn't sure what they were going to do next, but he watched his hands moved down to start unbuttoning his pants. As his hands were used against him, the goo ate through the pants as well, the black material sizzling away and taking the underwear with it.

Milo gasped as his right hand plunged into the tattered pants to stroke and caress his shaft before taking it in hand. He winced, feeling both excited and violated at the same time. The black rubbery hand started sliding up and down his shaft, working it back up to full erection. His left hand soon joined in, alternating between the shaft and his ball sack... but it seemed that pleasure wasn't the goo's only goal. Slowly tendrils began creping over his shaft, spiraling around his member before they pushed at his urethra.

The thief grunted and fell onto his back as the goo started draining off of his chest and arms, redirected to other areas. His nipples were left exposed, the steel rings glinting in the dim light. The black slime continued pouring across and into his cock. The muscles started working in reverse, the goo draining down into his balls, filling the organs steadily. The liquid slipped off his shoulders, his upper arms and then his elbows. Milo tried to free his hands but they held onto the shaft tightly. Milo held his head up, watching the goo continue its spread. He had expected at first for it all to enter his cock, but it wasn't doing that. As much as was entering him, even more was spreading out across his lap. It spread in a thin sheet over his waist, sliding down over his hips and creeping along his thighs. The liquid coated his legs, but more than that it felt almost as if it was... soaking into them. His pelvis, his legs, they all started to tingle and feel oddly warm in a cool way, almost like a really strong mint sensation.

The black goo advanced down his legs like a rubber flood, covering his knees and moving to his ankles in short order... but much to Milo's intense shock, the very shape of his legs started to change. With a rather startling popping noise, his knee inverted suddenly, bending backwards instead. The black goo dissolved the last shreds of his pants before eating away his shoes, sliding over his feet. Milo had been so busy looking at his newly digitigrade legs that he barely processed the sensation of his toes growing warm and soft. The shoes had been completely destroyed, but even his feet were being changed inside the goo. His toes grew together, the skin evening out to make a wedge of flesh at the base of each foot.

The rubbery coating continued to change as well, taking on the shape of cloven hooves on each foot, firming and hardening past the point of rubber almost to stone, though there was no visible edge at which the hardness transitioned from that to the liquid still moving around his lower half. While Milo focused on his legs, the liquid had continued to coat his posterior, hugging his ass cheeks before pulling them apart, coating his muscled pucker. Slowly a thick bulge of goo pushed out at his waist, curving up into a short flag tail like a deer that of a deer or a goat.

The goo began firming across his changed legs, becoming tangible and stationary, but as it did so, Milo's eyes returned to his cock and balls... His shaft had been coated in perfect likeness with the black goo. Every vein, contour, curve and edge was perfectly maintained, though the urethra seemed a bit wider. His balls, however, were quite a bit different. The rubbery flesh coating was taut; his balls were engorged and heavier... He had no way of telling how much was coating and how much was him, but they were a lot bigger than they had been.

The rubbery material firmed all the way up to his waist, no longer moving. Milo was left on his hotel room floor in utter shock, gazing down at the bottom half of his body, altered beyond recognition. He stared at himself for a very long moment before he reached down with his right had to ever so gently tap his shaft. The black rubbery member wobbled and flexed around and Milo's eyes widened. He felt 'soft' in the sense that he felt like he could harden a lot, but his shaft looked to be nearly to fully hard already... and unlikely to shrink.

Despite the shock and confusion, a grin crossed Milo's face. His cock was that big soft, he could only imagine what it would be like hard... but Milo's reverie was short lived as he ran his hands over his slick legs. He had to figure out what was going on. The thief moved, trying to get up. His legs bending in reverse proved to make that a fair bit more difficult, but he soon rested on one hoof, then the other, rising upwards slowly. Standing upright, Milo stumbled over toward the bed, grabbing onto it for support. He sighed in relief, his little tail waggling above his pert ass. He slowly let go of the bed before he moved back toward the bathroom.

It was a strange feeling to walk on what had essentially been his toes, but before very long his brain had adapted to the physical aspects. As Milo stepped into the bathroom, his hooves let out little clopping noises and Milo couldn't keep himself from grinning wide. It sounded so cool... so cool that his cock hardened, stretching tightly in the black rubber, growing longer. Milo moaned, grabbing onto the countertop. His cock had already gotten him in enough trouble for the night. He took another breath and looked back at the mirror.

At first he saw no difference as the liquid had focused on his lower section, but slowly two tiny dots of black appeared on his forehead. Milo reached up, running a finger over one. The tip was a bit sharp and slowly the two drops started growing longer, thicker and wider. Milo panted softly, watching the formation of two black horns on his head, curving forward and up slowly, glistening in the light. They pushed out an inch, then two, standing out in stark contrast to his skin and hair. Milo grinned in delight and bliss at the sight, realizing exactly what it was turning him into - a satyr.

Milo watched himself change in awe, but as his chin started to darken, Milo held his breath in hope. His flesh grew dark before the follicles opened, but instead of hair, incredibly thin strands of black rubber filament began pushing out, growing in. A spade shape goatee developed as the black rubber strands pushed out, forming a slick, dark two inch tuft of a goatee. Milo was a bit surprised, especially given that the goatee was so much darker than his real hair... but at the same time, it was a goatee. At long last, he had what he had been dreaming of since he was twelve. The thief reached up with a hesitant hand, his fingers encircling the tuft but not yet touching... and then in one brave moment, he closed his hand around it and began to stroke.

Milo felt blood rush to his groin as he felt the tug of the 'hair' on his chin, but more than that, the rubber stretched in his hands, sending jolts of pleasure into him. Milo's black coated cock grew longer and thicker but all Milo paid attention to was his facial foliage. He stroked the strands, stretched them, tugged them and twisted them. He panted and moaned as he played with his goatee, his left hand moving to his shaft. He quickly ensnared his cock and started to stroke it up and down as well, picking up his pace, jerking himself off more and more.

Ever so slowly, his goatee stretched longer in his fingers, reaching three inches, then four. The strands thickened as well... and several tiny filaments began pushing out across his upper lip, forming the start of a very slight mustache. Milo's hips were rolling gently, driving his cock harder and harder into his left hand. Milo gazed at himself, feeling pride and delight in his own appearance for the first time. It was a potent, heady mix. His balls shuddered and heaved, tingling hard... Milo knew he was on the edge of the most intense orgasm of his entire life. He jacked off harder, faster, moaned openly and surrendered himself to it, as the pleasure started to wash over him and flood his body... it came to a sudden and abrupt stop. Milo gasped in shock, feeling no cum, no orgasm... only the nagging shaft on the edge of that peak still.

"What the hell?!" Milo moaned softly, feeling as if he had been denied a slice of heaven.

'Patience, young one... You'll have your pleasure in time.' A deep voice filled Milo's mind. Milo paused, looking around before he looked down at his rubbery phallus. The voice that had just filled his thoughts chuckled, 'You are a quick one, yes... It's me.'

"What are you?" Milo asked.

'Don't stop on my account, you can keep stroking as we talk, Milo Bell.' The voice said. Milo hesitated but soon wrapped his hand around his shaft, stroking himself off, pausing as he realized that his manhood had to be a fair bit larger as well. It took a lot more stroking to reach from base to tip.

"So, you are?" Milo asked again.

'I have had many names in my lifetime... Pan, Argos, Bacchus, Faunus...' The voice considered. Milo shook his head.

"But what are you?" Milo asked, adding his second hand to his shaft, masturbating even harder.

'I am a timeless being... born among the stars. Even with the death of my world, a small piece survived in the crevices of a dense stone. When the stone fell to your world eons ago, I found a young shepherd dying in the wilderness. I saved his life and was reshaped in the image of the things he cared most for. I taught him of the stars, of the pleasures, of everything I knew. In turn, he bonded with me, became one with me. Then when he felt he had lived ages enough, he left me to his son, then his son... I was revered, and I had a fantastic time...' The voice said. Milo didn't just hear the nostalgia, he could feel it.

"How did you wind up inside the relic?" Milo asked.

'Well... To everything there is a season. Humans became more proper. More than that, they began the march to technology. There was less place for gods, least of all one devoted to such frivolous pursuits. They began hunting for me. After one of my hosts was wounded, I swore that I would not put another at risk. A vessel was carved for me out of the star stone that brought me to this world, and inside I waited.'

"Waited for what?" Milo asked softly. The voice chuckled.

'For this, for everything about this. I waited for an era that was embracing pleasure, an era that needed guidance on baser instincts, for someone compatible, for an opportunity to escape, for someone I found fascinating...' The voice cooed.

"You find me... fascinating?" Milo whispered. The response came in the form of a tingling over his lower extremities. The rubber coating his cock flexed and contorted, masturbating the flesh on its own. Milo grunted, grabbing onto the counter for support. The voice chuckled.

'You are openly gay, you live a rebellious life and you enjoy men that aren't afraid to let their natural prowess show... Even at the risk of both our lives.' The voice chuckled. Milo blushed.

"You saw that...." He grunted.

'Well, I was aware of it. But it isn't anything to be ashamed of Milo. If you trust me, if you embrace me, I can help you get any man you want. I can help you get every man you want.' The voice whispered. Milo grunted softly at the thought before he pushed it away.

"I don't know, I... this is so strange, I don't know if-" Milo was interrupted.

'Milo, do you want to live life as a faun?' the voice asked. His mustache and goatee retracted and his horns shrunk away, 'Or do you want to be a ram?' The voice asked. The horns emerged, but this time they curled back, spiraling around his ears. His rubber goatee and mustache returned but so did much more, strands pushing out across his cheeks into a full beard. Even his shaft started to change, the black goo stretching out quickly, bloating thicker. The head flattened and flared at the tips while a ridge formed around the mid-section, giving him a medial ring. Milo panted and shuddered at the sight of himself looking so robust before his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His balls tugged up and his shaft began to pulse, but once more the orgasm disappeared mid-stream. Milo nearly fell to his knees at the sudden shock, grunting harder.

"Will you stop that!" Milo panted sharply, forcing himself back up. When he looked at himself in the mirror again, he had reverted to the default horn length and just the goatee tuft. Milo grimaced a bit, looking down to see his shaft was back to normal as well.

'If you're worried about your life as a criminal, I can only be an asset at that... Tentacles have no finger prints. Milo, we can be thicker than thieves. You'll like it if you try it.' The voice said seductively.

"Wouldn't people just hunt me down like your last host? I don't even know what to call you if you were all those gods..." Milo said.

'The classics are always good, why not Pan? Wouldn't you like that Milo? To be the next fertility god?' Pan asked.

"That sounds great, but what about the mean time? What about my life? What about... I don't know, food and shelter?" Milo asked.

'How about a little give and take?' Pan proposed.

"Like what?" Milo asked hesitantly.

'I'll repair the artifact; they won't know it's empty. You get your payment and respect.' Pan offered.

"That's the take, what do I have to give?" Milo asked.

'Just give me a little time with the room service menu...' Pan said hopefully.

"Only within the budget I have." Milo replied.

'I think we can work something out.' Pan replied with a grin.

****

Milo opened one eye slowly, then the other, feeling incredibly groggy. The stereo was blaring hard rock. Milo slowly sat up in his chair and looked around, his eyes widening. The table was covered with empty bottles of whisky, vodka, wine and beer. Empty plates had been stacked with the merest hint of former food. It looked like a party had been hit by a wrecking crew. Milo sat up slowly and rose to his feet, trying to get his bearings... before he looked down and realized he had his own feet again, though his toenails were as black as stone. He wiggled his tones and then looked at his apparently new latex pants, ones that showed off his package shamelessly.

The thief reached down and ran his hands up and down his legs. It was the same material... Pan had apparently gone into stealth mode. Milo crossed the room and turned the stereo down, passing back towards the couch. His mouth was a bit dry so he did the instinctive thing and grabbed the nearest bottle. He tipped it back, downing gulp after gulp of an amber ale. When the bottle was as empty as the rest, he set it aside with a happy sigh before he paused.

"I'm not drunk..." Milo murmured. He didn't even have a headache. Milo looked back to the bottles as memories started to return to him. Pan had lived up to the drugs and rock and roll part of his life, partying for hours, growing stronger off of it all before passing out. It was an amusing thought, a living slime passing out, but Milo was glad he'd be in charge of himself for a little while. Milo suddenly wondered how long it had been, looking at the clock in panic before sighing with relief. It was only five in the afternoon. He still had time to meet his contact for dinner. Milo started gathering up the bottles, trying to clean them up a bit. As he carried them to the kitchen area, he stopped when he saw the relic sitting on the counter, the cork piece restored and the seam invisible once more.

Milo sighed with relief, knowing that despite all the strange changes, his life was still on track. He moved back into his room and found his backup gloves before carefully putting the relic into the case and locking it up. They had a buyer in Germany interested in illegally obtained art. Milo wondered if the price would go up for space rock. He grinned a bit, patting the case lightly before he moved back to clean up in time for the meeting.

****

The Peach Pit was a dive bar; there was no doubt about it. It was dark, the service was lousy and the food was sub-par. There were only two benefits; it had the best selection of booze in the city and it was a blind spot for the police. Through careful regulation of income reported, the Peach Pit was one of the guild's many safe meeting places for exchanges, for instructions and for payment. For Milo, he was there for all three. He pushed through the doors of the bar, walking in with a bit of swagger despite the backpack he wore.

His brown hair was a bit darker than it had been that morning, the formerly sun bleached streaks taking on a much darker brown than his own natural color. His skin was more toned and a faint shadow of soft brown hair lined his upper lip and his chin. It wasn't much, but Pan had kicked Milo's pituitary glands into high gear as a reward for the fun times. Pan had also afforded Milo with a rather sleek organic wardrobe. His pants now resembled a high gloss leather and a sleeveless black shirt clung to his pecs and abs like glue, showing off his muscles for anyone looking, not to mention his ass. Milo glanced around with his hazel eyes before spotting his contact, Logan Lee. Milo leaned over the bar.

"I'll take a tequila sunrise, table ten." Milo said, finding his order a bit surprising. Generally on meets the most he ordered was a beer, but it seemed Pan was insatiable. Milo turned, heading over to the table. He set the backpack onto the booth seat before he slid in, pinning it between the wall and his hip. The man on the other side of the table looked up, taking a sip from his beer. Logan Lee was one of the mid-level contacts for the guild. After the death of his parents at the head of the Yakuza, his grandparents had decided that the Obsidian guild had a higher survival rate and had made sure he was in good. Logan had gelled black hair, almond brown eyes and a thin black mustache. He looked Milo over, noting the subtle changes.

"You're looking good." Logan said.

"Feeling good too. How's life treating you?" Milo asked.

"Not bad, almost got my harem into shape." Logan smirked. Milo grinned a bit at that particular prospect. Logan leaned back, "Did you see the news?"

"I didn't get the chance, what about it?" Milo asked, though both paused as the waiter brought Milo his tequila and moved off. Milo sipped the drink. The bite was little more than a pleasant tingle, the drink seemingly as potent as juice. Pan certainly had some interesting tastes.

"An empty placard drew the attention of the morning attendant. Hey looked up what was missing and realized it wasn't just an important relic, it was one that had been mislabeled." Logan said.

"Mislabeled?" Milo asked in surprise. Logan grinned.

"Not for our purposes, don't worry... But on the last museum tour they somehow swapped an obsidian reproduction for the actual original piece, the one you nabbed is worth a hundred times as much." Logan said. Milo chuckled.

"Well, is any of that benefit going to kick back to me?" Milo asked. Logan gave a shrug.

"Some, yes, though the guild hopes that you are fine completing the job by the original terms of the agreement, greedy thieves are sloppy thieves." Logan said.

"I understand that principle." Milo nodded, "I'd have to say I'm pretty satisfied with what I got out of it already." Milo said. Pan chuckled gently inside his head, though Milo suddenly felt something welling up inside of him, a strange tingling and bubbling of his very essence. A soft, spicy, musky scent began to fill the booth and Milo found himself gazing into Logan's eyes. Logan inhaled slowly, looking back at Milo. The contact's heart raced, his chest rose and fell quicker. He slowly leaned forward, his mouth slightly agape.

'Kiss him.' Pan instructed. Milo was surprised by that but he leaned in and brought his lips to Logan's. Logan murmured, his lips rubbing and smacking against Milo's, the kiss getting more desperate. Soon Milo felt Logan's tongue slip into his mouth. Milo reached up to grab Logan's head, holding it in place before he eventually broke the kiss. A string of saliva connected their lips until Logan greedily licked it up and gave a lopsided grin.

"But for you... I'll do anything I can. I don't want one of our most promising thieves to get slighted. What you did is really amazing, you are... so amazing." Logan whispered. Milo gave an uncertain grin, leaning back.

'You're welcome.' Pan chuckled in his head.

"So what comes next?" Milo asked. Logan murmured softly.

"Well, you take this case I have... The agreed upon price and a bonus, I take the case you have... And then I'll do my best to persuade them for more. I mean, you're so worth it." Logan said, reaching over to rest his hand on Milo's groin for a moment before squeezing. Milo's eyes widened but Logan merely let out a soft growl, "My, you are packing." He chuckled. Milo grinned a bit more.

"Well, I aim to please." Milo said. He felt aroused but rather confused.

"As do I." Logan replied. Milo cleared his throat a bit, pulling the case out of his backpack, sliding it under the table. Logan passed him one in turn. Milo cracked open the case just enough to confirm there was money inside, pulling out a bill to pay for his drink before he secured case in his backpack. He pulled it over one shoulder.

"We should get drinks before I head out of town." Milo said, standing up. Logan looked up with dreamy, wistful eyes.

"I would love that so much..." Logan replied. Milo gave a blushing grin before he moved out of the bar and headed back to his motorcycle. Once outside, Milo gritted his teeth.

"What did you do to him?" Milo asked.

'I thought you deserved more money. I did say I'd help out with your job. Thicker than thieves, remember?' Pan asked.

"No, I mean what did you do specifically?" Milo asked, pulling his helmet on.

'Oh, I temporarily made him a male nymph. Right mix of pheromones, hypnotic suggestion... Being living for nothing more than pleasuring a satyr.' Pan replied.

"That's..." Milo hesitated. A thousand words popped into his mind, ranging from bad to wrong to horrible, what he said instead was, "pretty hot actually." Milo murmured, kicking his bike to life before he pulled away from the curb, heading off to begin his bank runs. He had several accounts to fill up with his ill gotten gains.

****

Traffic had started to thin out as the evening progressed, though Milo had also lost his window of opportunity as the banks closed. Still, he had managed to deposit three quarters of his money into four different accounts. With the case securely strapped to his back, the rest would have to be pocket money or wait until business hours on Monday. Milo pulled back into traffic, driving along the street. Pan had shifted across his body to make a one piece riding suit with no seam, something that had Milo quite aroused again. The riding suit clung to his body, showing off every contour and detail. Nothing could have been tailored better. His biceps, his triceps, his ass, his legs... Even his nipples had slight dimples in the suit and Milo could swear he felt the wind passing over them. It was a sleek and sexy suit, though Pan had two regrets. One, that it was impossible to ride a motorcycle with hooves, and two, that Milo had worn that stupid bike helmet... It ruined the whole aesthetic. Pan couldn't do much about the hooves, but slowly the symbiont began advancing up Milo's neck. "Hey, what are you doing?" Milo murmured. 'Making this better.' Pan replied. "That's cryptic my friend..." Milo muttered, feeling the black goo flow up the back of his skull and across his chin. 'I know it's cryptic, I meant it to be... Okay, so this next part may be concerning for a moment.' Pan said. "What are you-" Milo murmured softly as the black goo flowed over his mouth, nose, and then his eyes... but even as the symbiont covered his eyes, light filtered through... if anything, Milo could see colors in more vivid detail and richer fidelity. The black goo swept over his skull, covering his ears and forehead before it closed off, completely encasing Milo... and then the symbiont expanded. The straps for the helmet pushed out, the case shuddered. Pan exerted more pressure before there was a faint cracking. "Pan!" Milo grunted. More cracks sounded and then the helmet exploded off of Milo, the pieces raining down to the street in debris, leaving Milo in full symbiont garb. Two horns pushed out of his skull and a long dangly rubber goatee stretched down from his chin. The only portion that wasn't black was a silvery 'visor' shape across his eyes, giving anyone looking at him the impression that he was just an eccentric biker with a very custom suit... which was the case now. 'You have to admit, that's pretty cool.' Pan muttered. "Well, from what I can picture, yeah... I may get recruited by biker gangs though, wanting to know where I got my threads." Milo said. 'You could always tell them Greece. Or space.' Pan said. Milo chuckled at that. The feeling of their camaraderie filled Pan with a tingling, a warmth, a need... He needed to bond with Milo more, to link more... and he knew just a way. Milo kept driving but felt something pushing between his lips. While the outside of the mask stayed the same, the symbiont was pushing into his mouth, forming a rather phallic shape. The shaft pushed forward and back, sliding in and out, drooling black goo down Milo's throat. Milo grunted and murmured around it, trying to stay on the road. Pan started to massage his groin in his suit, stroking it off with his quivering latex cocoon. Milo swerved a bit but Pan helped adjust his arms to even him out, avoiding a repeat of their last bike performance. Milo grunted more and more, feeling the cock move back and forth. He was less opposed this time, feeling much closer to Pan. Pan felt delighted that Milo was so pleased, but then Pan pushed it the extra step. Milo soon saw in his mind how he looked, completely coated in black with horns and a goatee, a bad ass. It was all he needed. His balls tugged up, his cock quivered, but just like before, nothing came out. Milo whimpered around the cock in his mouth, shuddering in frustrated sexual energy. 'Trust me; you'll like it when we're able to... We just have to be a bit more compatible.' Pan whispered. Milo squeezed his fingers around the handlebars tighter, his mouth still stuffed with symbiont cock. If that was what it took to cum, he'd just have to become more compatible.

****

The doors to the elevator opened, but inside Milo was still busy kissing the bell boy. Their lips tangled, their groins rubbed and the bell boy looked week in the knees. He was barely eighteen with short cropped black hair and a dark blue uniform. Milo reached up before he caressed the bell boy's ear, slowly breaking the kiss.

"This is my stop. You should get back to work." He said gently before he smiled and stepped off the elevator. The bell boy watched Milo go with a dazed, drunken expression. The elevator doors started closing, though as the bell boy started to unzip his pants, Milo knew what was likely to come next. Once the doors were shut, Milo started moving toward his room, chuckling to himself, "You can't do that to every man we meet from now on."

'I could do that to every man, but I won't if you don't want me to... probably.' Pan replied mirthfully. Milo moved into his hotel room, shutting the door behind him and locking it. He pulled his backpack off and tossed it over to the bed before looking down at himself.

"Let's get into something more comfortable, shall we?" Milo asked.

'I thought you'd never ask.' Pan replied. All over his body, Milo's clothes started to ripple and change. His shirt melted down his torso, adding back to his 'rubber' pants before they leaked out over his feet, reforming the hooves. His legs slowly inverted back to digitigrade as his tail pushed out above his ass cheeks. The fabric bulge over his groin seemed to vacuum seal over his package, conforming to his shaft and his balls, but as his sack emerged, Milo's eyes widened in surprise. He reached down slowly to run his hands over his much larger testicles.

When Milo had first encountered pan, his balls had been no larger than average, the size of eggs at most... but in the course of a few hours, they were each the size of very large oranges. They dangled, they sloshed, and the black sack was full and low of his very manly fruit. Milo moaned softly, fondling his large balls as he walked across the apartment, his horns pushing out of his forehead again. Once more he looked like a satyr and this time he was much more comfortable with it. Milo dropped down onto his ass, wrapping one hand around his shaft, the other working on his balls. He started to thrust his hand up and down, working his rod.

Milo thought about how exhilarating it had all been even if it was well beyond the scope he was used to, though more than anything he wanted to cum. Several times he'd been pulled back from the brink. He hoped that it wasn't a permanent side effect of being bonded with Pan, but as a fertility god it seemed like cumming was an essential part of operations and he had mentioned getting more compatible. Milo had to admit, he was feeling pent up. His thoughts were being dominated more and more by sex, but that could have been Pan in general. Milo just wanted to cum.

Soon the thief was moaning and groaning, his right hand sliding up and down his shaft at break neck speeds while his left juggled his huge balls around, feeling their weight and girth. Milo tugged on the sack 'flesh' with his fingers, surprised at how real it felt. It wasn't slick like the coating on his legs; it was almost as if he had an obsidian black cock and balls. Milo groaned more, fondling himself, getting deep into it. He panted and rolled his hips, replaying all the hot guys he had seen since getting into town in his mind.

Milo's shaft quivered in his hands, firming and hardening, stretching slowly. The base grew wider, and with that the rest of the shaft. His mushroom shaped head stretched out a bit wider too, flaring a little. The length extended forward an inch, then another. Milo gritted his teeth, a look of pure lust crossing his face. He thrust into his hand wildly before his lips parted and he let out a moan, though the moan sounded more like the bleat of a goat. That sound drove Milo wild, imagining himself as such a sexy satyr. Then again, he didn't have to imagine.

Sensing that Milo was ripe for another harvest, Pan decided to push things a bit. While his natural state was a satyr coating to Milo's creamy center, he had a number of tricks up his sleeve. The black goo over Milo's ass rippled and started pushing deeper into his ass, reshaping slowly into a perfect copy of his own member. Milo inhaled sharply as he was filled, his ass stretched over the symbiont rod invading it. Milo was still for a moment before his hand slipped down his shaft, but as it did, the rod in his ass plunged deeper. Milo hesitated before he lifted his hand up around his cock. The phallus in his ass pulled back almost all of the way out. Milo tried a quick down and up and the cock matched his movements perfectly.

Another bleat left Milo's lips before he started to work his shaft off like mad, causing the cock in his ass to move in and out wildly. Milo fell over onto one black shiny hip, panting and drooling as he essentially fucked himself in the ass, working himself off faster and harder than ever before. Soon Pan tilted the simulated cock to strike Milo's prostate, filling the thief with even stronger waves of pleasure. Milo's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he basked in the pleasure, the endorphins flooding his system and feeding Pan. With the extra nourishment, Pan got to work.

In Milo's left hand, his balls started to swell again. The complex organs filled with sperm and symbiont grew larger, becoming ever more complex, starting to resemble more alien anatomy inside. They left the size of oranges behind, each growing to the immense size of grapefruits. The change temporarily dwarfed the thief's shaft, but it soon bulged with thick veins and more flesh, pushing out longer and thicker at the same time. As it pulsed in his hands, the shaft thickened almost to the size of a baseball bat and as it thickened, the simulated cock in Milo's ass did the same.

Milo bleated more and more in delight at the feeling of being stretched, though the changes were spreading over his body far more than just his lower section. The soft wisps of brown hair under his arms thickened, pushing out in tufts and curls, making a thick brown thatch forest under his arms to collect his scent. Strands of brown pushed out of his chest as well, curling and spreading, creating a furry bit between his pectorals just like the satyrs of old. Even Milo's ears slowly stretched up into slight pointed tips, though still easy enough to conceal in public.

With all the changes, growth and general pleasure, Milo felt himself at the tipping point once more. His balls were throbbing, his shaft pulsing, his brain burning with the need for orgasm. He was right there, right at the verge. It felt perpetually as if he was about to start cumming, but that moment didn't come. Milo's fingers squeezed his cock tighter, his teeth gnashed, his eyes squeezed tighter. He moaned, panted, and internally begged for release. He moaned and groaned and bleated, but Pan didn't yet give in... he was still feeding.

The pent up arousal, the burst of orgasm, the endorphins and chemicals, they all nourished Pan, making him stronger. The symbiont restored his regeneration, his strength, his longevity. Centuries in a case had weakened him, but with Milo he had grown so much stronger again... strong enough that he felt like it was finally time to make the human a deal... a deal that Milo would most surely be happy making.

'Milo, you can feel it, can't you? The most intense orgasm of your life just around the corner?' Pan asked.

"I want it so bad, give it to me..." Milo panted.

'I will, but... it isn't the orgasm of an ordinary human... If you want it, you are going to have to fully accept that you are a satyr, from now on... My satyr.' Pan whispered. Milo bleated out, panting harder.

"I am your satyr from now on.... Let me cum!" Milo moaned, but as the words left his mouth, Milo felt something in his brain click. His inhibitions melted away, as if dissolved in a great flood. His desires reoriented, his obsession with facial hair and cocks grew ever larger. Milo's body trembled before his cock started to fill out in his hands, growing heavier and thicker quickly. He took his left hand from his balls and grabbed onto his shaft just to keep it up as it passed twelve inches, fourteen, then sixteen. The head flattened and flared, taking on equine qualities while his massive grapefruit sized balls quivered.

Milo moaned and rolled around on the bed, his mouth hanging agape... but as he rolled, soft brown hair began pushing out of his chin. At first it was no longer than stubble, but the hair kept pushing out longer, thicker, softer. It covered his chin on the front and bottom, growing down into a long tuft just like the rubber goatee he had earlier. The tuft kept growing longer, stretching to six inches, then eight. Soon his cheeks tingled before thick sideburns grew out, dropping down past his ear all the way to his jaw bone, becoming bushy and curly. The sideburns became denser before they started following the jaw bone, forming a chinstrap beard. The hairs crept toward his goatee, short and bushy along his jaw but incredibly long from his chin... and when the two connected, Milo felt the dam inside of him burst.

The first spurt was almost too fast for Milo to process. A thick rope of slick white sperm sprayed out of his cock, arching out across his bed, landing in a thick rope across the comforter. Milo forced himself to roll onto his back, still working his cock before another thick jet shot out. The cum arched over him, raining down across his face. It splattered into his hair, across his forehead, drizzling his lips and even getting in his goatee. Still, Milo kept thrusting.

While his shaft was continually producing, each thrust seemed to milk an extra amount out. Milo sprayed his headboard and the hotel wall, coated his chest, the pillows around him, the blankets. He was hosing down the place. Seconds passed, then almost a full minute. Milo's brain boiled and seethed in pure ecstasy, experiencing the longest orgasm of his life. He realized that Pan was right, that it WAS the orgasm of a satyr... and he was Pan's satyr. Milo only wished he had given in sooner, nothing compared to what he was experiencing... but then Pan pushed it one step further.

The symbiont shaft filling Milo's ass had been dormant while Milo thought about everything else, but it soon began pumping thick black slime into Milo, simulating an orgasm. It was as if Milo was cumming into his own ass, and that thought made Milo go mad with pleasure. He thrust, bleated, humped the air and thrashed on the bed, unable to control himself. His equine member stretched longer in his hands, his goatee grew further, his hooves kicked up into the air... and ever so slowly his black horns started to push out further.

What had been only as long as faun horns began growing, following the slope of Milo's skull, spiraling and turning around steadily. They made it around his pointed ears, under them and came back up, the tips glistening brightly. The horns slowed to a stop there at an almost complete circle, looking like sleek ram horns. Milo shuddered and moaned, his eyes opening only for a brief moment, but rather than the hazel color they had been, his irises were now a bright gold in tone. Milo was none the wiser, but all the more aroused.

Slowly the satyr forced himself up onto his ass, looking at his legs and his massive glistening cock spurting out a flood of seed. With his torso upright, the cock sent a constant shower of cum against his chest, soaking the thick fuzzy patch there. The cum rolled down his abdomen and across his abs, flowing over to either side of his balls before collecting on the bed. It formed a slushy pile that slowly spread out, building up between his legs. Milo would have normally been shocked, but with his inhibitions melted away, he was only proud... a very proud satyr, a masculine one, one ready to mark his territory.

Milo took a hold of his cock and tilted it away from his torso, aiming it at the general hotel room. The thick torrent of cum shot out across the hotel floor, splattering across the carpet, hitting the end table, the chairs, the entertainment center. Milo grinned naughtily. This was all his, at least for the moment. He was the alpha male hosing down his den. He moved his cock from side to side, painting the room with his copious sperm as if he was a child drawing on the walls. He knew it was wrong, but it felt so very right. Deeply ingrained in Milo's psyche, Pan fed on Milo's playfulness, his rebelliousness, his mischief, his nature. He had become everything satyrs were supposed to be and Pan gorged himself on that. The black goo became shinier, thicker, stronger.

Milo had lost track of time, but almost a half hour of orgasm had passed. The hotel had become so engulfed with cum that it looked almost like a glue factory had exploded. Milo felt his steady flow slow at last, the fire hose spray diminishing to a faucet stream, then a trickle, then a few last pearly drops before his cock went dormant once more. Milo looked around slowly, realizing he had produced a thousand times as much sperm as the few orgasms Pan had denied him. Then, slowly, Milo's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he passed out, his body falling limp into a sea of his own sperm, the warm white sloshing across his shoulders and around his arms, soaking his hair. His furry chest rose and fell steadily as he slumbered.

****

The growl of Milo's bike filled the streets as he drove along, more confident than ever before. He was no longer just a thief, he was no longer just some young man. He was a satyr, part god, sex incarnate. To Milo's delight, Pan had engulfed every strand of his real goatee with a rubbery coating for his bike outfit, making his long goatee just as real as it was wild. He'd hit up two bars so far and was looking for a third, his eyes scanning the distance... but a sound soon caught his attention, the sound of another motorcycle.

A thick, heavy Harley came rumbling up beside him on his right. The black metal, the chrome, the thick wheels. It was quite the chopper and sitting on top of it was quite the man. The biker seemed to be in his late twenties or possibly thirty. He had a wide, square jaw and thick shoulders sticking out of a leather vest. The back was emblazoned with the emblem of the local biker gang, the skulldawgs. Reflective aviators sat on his wide nose and while the hair on his head was buzzed short, he seemed to be growing his full, dense beard out a bit. The biker was obviously checking Milo out, drinking in his lithe body and shapely ass, though with the rather gratuitous bulge it was clear he was a man.

'Oh yes... lunch is here.' Pan growled happily.

"You are not eating him..." Milo muttered.

'No, I want him to get a feast from you. Our first conquest together.' Pan said, starting to massage Milo. Milo groaned sharply.

"Won't he freak out if my helmet just melts?" Milo asked.

'Not if I ensnare him first. Come on, this'll be fun once you try it.' Pan encouraged. Milo couldn't remember a time when Pan had steered him wrong. He glanced around before he spotted an alley up ahead. He put on his signal and sped up, moving past the biker before pulling off the road. The Harley growled, following after, pulling in. Milo turned his bike off and stepped off, stretching a bit. The thicker biker licked his lips slowly, looking at every one of Milo's muscles.

"You have a nice bike..." The biker said, though his eyes were only on Milo's groin. Milo strutted forward, still wearing his solid, seamless black bodysuit.

"So do you..." Milo said. The biker grinned a bit, stepping off of his Harley, walking forward.

"That's the wildest riding suit I've ever seen... Where did you get it?" The biker asked. His voice was deep, almost beastly. Milo loved it. He walked over until he was a few inches from the biker. Slowly Milo leaned in, pressing his groin to the man's, then his abdomen and chest. The biker moaned softly, pressing into Milo's body, starting to hump against him. Pan was impressed, he was this horned up even before any of his powers had been applied, but that was easily remedied. The smell of leather and latex, of musk and spice and earth and sweat, it all began to waft around the biker. The man breathed it in before shuddering, his jeans tenting with his hardening shaft. Soon he was humping against Milo harder and with more desperation.

"What's your name, Biker?" Milo asked, reaching up to caress the man's beard.

"Parker..." The biker replied. Milo grinned.

"That's a good name, you can park it right here..." Milo said, patting his lap. His helmet suddenly pulled back in thick tendrils, revealing his head. His black horns remained where they had been, but then pushed out around to his full ram horns. The black drizzled off of his thick, long brown goatee and he grinned wide, his canine teeth sharpened a bit more. The biker moaned softly, seeing how handsome Milo was. The body suit rippled more, a huge black shaft emerging into the open air, massive balls slipping down from the former confines of the pants that were now becoming goat legs.

"Oh hot damn..." Parker moaned, looking at the shaft. Milo reached out and caressed the biker's beard before lifting his head back up. Milo leaned in, bringing their lips together. For the first time he was intentionally entrancing another man, and that intention seemed to make it a lot more potent. Parker melted into the kiss, slurping and sucking on Milo's lips, his muscled, firm body putty in the younger man's hands. Milo slowly broke the kiss before he walked over and leaned back against the huge Harley, taking his rod in his hand.

"You're hungry, aren't you? Need a nice big piece of meat?" Milo asked.

"Oh fuck yes..." The biker moaned, moving over to kneel before Milo. His thick hands moved up to wrap around Milo's member, sliding up and down slowly as he leaned in, moving to rub his bearded chin all over it before his thick lips spread over the flat head of the shaft.

"You're my biker slut, aren't you?" Milo moaned. Parker nodded before he plunged the shaft into his mouth, sucking and licking eagerly, moving his head up and down. Milo moaned, grabbing onto Parker's head, his hand grasping the short buzzed hair. Parker started to bob his head up and down, filling his mouth with cock and soon his throat, taking it even deeper. Milo groaned and grunted, realizing that this was his future. He was a satyr, a lover of sex and drugs and rock and roll. He could bend men to his will, but he wondered if that was the limits of his abilities.

'What can I do to him?' Milo asked Pan in his thoughts.

'In the long run you can turn him into anything you can imagine... But we're going to have to charge me up a lot more for that. Right now I can tweak his body, adjust its natural state.' Pan replied.

'Do it.' Milo insisted.

'Any guidelines?' Pan asked.

'You know what I like.' Milo replied. Pan merely chuckled before he went to work. Milo kept fucking the biker's throat, but soon his cock began to pulse and dribble thick juices into the biker. Parker guzzled the sperm down, looking like he was in heaven. Drinking from the satyr cock was far better than just sucking it.... But as the juice hit his stomach, his body began to tingle. Milo watched as Parker's beard started to grow out a little longer, his mustache thickening and curving over his lip, his beard hair reaching four inches, then five, then six. The hair on his body was thickening as well. The biker's bare arms grew darker as the hair got thicker, longer, and far denser. Hair even pushed out of his knuckles and across part of the back of his hand. Curls of hair even pushed up around the collar of his vest, coating his chest with it.

Milo moaned, making the biker suck him off more, force feeding him more tainting precum. The biker kept drinking, his beard growing longer still, rivaling the biker gang elders. The base of it brushed his collar bone, then crept toward his nipples, but hair was not the only type of change afflicting Parker. His arms started to bulge thicker with muscle, unconstrained by any sleeves. His forearms lengthened as well before his palms increased in size. Even his ribs pushed apart and his spine lengthened, his vest riding up to show off a very hairy stomach.

Pan groaned in delight at bending a human to their will, continuing to do his work. Parker's jeans grew tighter and tighter as Parker's balls increased in size and his cock swelled longer. Even his boots started to groan as his feet grew cramped inside of them. Parker had swelled taller, wider, thicker and hairier. He was a brute, and more he was Milo's Brute. When Parker had stretched to six foot five, Milo realized he normally would have told Pan to stop, but that part of him was gone. He wanted more, he craved more. He knew no bounds. Pan grinned, knowing Milo only encouraged him farther.

Parker's stomach was stuffed full of cum but he still guzzled down greedily, unable to stop. His dark brown beard reached his stomach, his lips completely obscured behind the mustache. His chest had expanded so much that the buttons popped off of his vest one by one, revealing a furry chest. The next sound to come came from his pants as the zipper forced itself open and the button on his jeans tore through. A thick log of a cock flopped out of his pants, a foot long and four inches thick. A thick gold ring dangled from the end and a forest of hair stuck out from the fly.

Milo grunted louder and louder, feeling himself about to cum for real, but this time it was he that held back. Milo interrupted the thrusting, keeping himself on the brink. Pan growled in pleasure as he started to charge up more, feeding off of that tension. He gained strength and he rewarded Milo for holding back, for edging. Parker shuddered as the vest tore wider, his shoulders bulging out in every direction. The biker now had a v-shaped upper torso, almost as hairy as a real bear. His boots groaned and shuddered before the seams started to burst and thick, hairy feet popped out of the bottom. His ankles grew until the remnants of the boots shredded. Even Parker's pants tore in places, though his ass was so big that they managed to stay up somehow.

When Milo had stopped thrusting, Parker's lust addled mind convinced himself that he had failed his master. He started sucking off harder, bobbing his head more than ever before, using his hands to grope and massage Milo's enormous balls. The satyr tipped his head back, letting out a bleat of desire. He resumed his thrusting, sliding almost all the way to his stomach before he shuddered. Milo's goat tail wagged, his hooves scraped the cement and he let out a moan, the orgasm hitting him.

Thick torrents of cum began filling Parker's belly, though with it so full of symbiont pre, the juice soon backed up before it leaked out of his lips, drizzling into his beard, soaking into the mane of manly hair. Parker gazed up in worship of Milo, willing to do anything for his god. Milo wasn't about to miss such an opportunity. He pulled his massive shaft out and gave Parker a hefty dose of cum in the face before he gestured for the biker to turn around. Once a proud man, Parker flipped around and dropped onto all fours, flexing his ass enough for his jeans to tear and reveal his eager pucker.

Milo moaned happily. He wasn't even six feet tall even with his changes, but now he had a seven foot tall hairy beast as his personal play thing. Milo loved the size difference. He began sliding his still fountaining cock up and down Parker's ass cheeks, coating his backside liberally before he moved his hips, lined his cock up with the opening and then thrust in. The flat, flared head of his shaft spread Parker wide, but Parker only moaned as he was penetrated. The biker reached down with his hairy knuckles to grab at his own cock, pumping his rod off furiously as Milo filled him. The satyr rested his hands on the biker's hips, getting a good grip before he started to thrust forward and back, picking up the pace.

Parker moaned and groaned loudly in bliss, feeling as if his life's purpose had been fulfilled. Milo and Pan basked in the sensations together, knowing they had enough cum to flood the entire alleyway if they wanted, but so far were focused on Parker. With every thrust, the wet cock made a delicious squelching noise, churning his seed deep in the biker. Milo ground his hips, tilted them, and did anything he could to increase the pleasure. Parker tried to hold out, but before long his orgasm hit him and he shot his miniscule load into the puddle that had formed beneath him from Milo.

Milo kept fucking Parker until the biker collapsed into the lake of sperm, panting and unable to move. Even then, Milo gave him about ten more good thrusts before he pulled out, taking a hold of his mighty rod, showering Parker down with his cum for a full minute before the flow slowly subsided. Milo sighed with contentment as he looked at the hairy biker beast covered in his sperm. Milo slowly moved over and crouched down next to Parker.

"Room five six nine at the hotel on Commercial street, ten a.m." Milo whiskered before he moved back to his motorcycle and climbed on. Pan shifted, contorting over Milo's body, forming back into the biker suit, though with Milo so erect, the thick cock was hugged tight to his chest, reaching all the way up to his nipples. Milo had no complaint with that. He kicked his bike to life as Pan formed over his head and face, his horns remaining in their ram state. Milo pushed off and rolled down the alley, heading toward the street beyond.

'Where to next?' Pan asked.

"We're going to go see the guild. It's time I get a promotion... Maybe show more than just us the pleasures of being thicker than thieves." Milo said. Pan grinned in delight. Milo was becoming the perfect host. High aspirations, high libido... and he would have an entire guild of thieves worshipping him before the year was out. Pan had to admit, it was good to be back in the world of the living, and Milo wouldn't have had it any other way.