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The verdant mass sprawled below them, stretching across the valley almost as far as the horizon; if it weren't for the glittering sea, purpled under the setting sun, and the unfortunately ghastly-looking silhouette of Arrawat, one could be mistaken for thinking one had reached the end of the world.

"Do we really have to go this route?" Idwin asked, one hand slowly rotating his wooden staff slowly, the other toying anxiously at the knot around his green cloak. "The trees, they don't feel right. There's something off about this whole valley." A creeping chill had entered his bones as soon as Petre had brought up the name. There weren't a lot of druids - studying nature tended to lose the appeal after the fourth or fifth dark, cold, hungry night - so if any had lived in this area, he should have heard about it. The largest untouched forest in the known world should be a draw for druids. Instead, it seemed to repel them.

"It's the only way to get to the city before Faragar," Petre reiterated irritably. "This forest is the only way to get across without paying for passage on a boat, and the guild's not likely to let me use their transportation services to stop one of the most well-financed mages of the age."

"You'd have thought trying to stop an evil wizard would net you a little 'charity' from the people you were trying to save," Xavier remarked, seeming bored as he cleaned his fingernail with his dagger.

"All this talk is boring," declared Connar, swinging his axe and laughing. "Let me at these evil trees!"

Everyone turned to Orren, technically the leader of the expedition, who unsheathed his sword, and nodded, "The sooner we get on, the better."

Despite the fact no-one was known to live within the forested valley - no-one human, at least - there seemed to be an easy trail for them to follow down from the cliff-top they stood upon. Ease was relative, of course: the small path threatened to send them tumbling off the edge, and often they had to press up against the stone walls to avoid falling off, but after several minutes and a few near-misses, they were walking along a relatively wide path, sloping down gently into the thickly-covered valley below.

Walking underneath two large, vined trees whose branches arched over the path, Idwin felt an odd tingle course through him, suddenly feeling his manhood stretch out against his leathers. "I guess it has been a while," he thought; normally he could easily manage his lusts - usually by himself, though occasionally finding a willing woman curious about the rugged, mysterious stranger - but he had been travelling with the other four men for a few days now, without much of a chance for privacy. "Have they noticed?" he wondered, looking at his travelling companions. He found himself wondering if they felt the same; Connar and Xavier probably had bedded many women, and he guessed Orren had had a few dalliances kept quiet. Petre was the wildcard: he was bookish, but Idwin found himself thinking he looked surprisingly rugged and manly for a city mage.

~~~

By the evening of the second day travelling through the valley, Connar had begun to wonder whether the druid had been right about this place being cursed. The dried meat they'd brought with them seemed to have gone bad quickly; he'd had to resort to scavenging edibles from the forest. There'd been plenty of fruits, nuts, vegetables and edible fungi; but it seemed whatever had spooked men from this valley also kept animals away. He'd been busy picking grapes from vines dangling down into a dried-up riverbed that cut through this part of the valley when Xavier had appeared behind him.

Connar looked over at the thief, feeling the same stirring in his loins he'd been having for a couple of days now. He'd decided it was down to a lack of pretty women: the mage had the same build, but constantly wore that robe that left nothing to the imagination, while the knight and the druid were too muscular. Not that that had necessarily stopped him from looking at them more in "that way", but the thief's slender, boyish body and tight-fitting leather armour seemed tailor-made to tease, especially as he had some rather fetching hips for a man.

"How are the grapes?" Xavier asked, reaching out for one.

"Better than the meat is," muttered Connar. He couldn't seem to help himself; his eyes kept sliding down to Xavier's ass, twisted as he tried to reach a particularly large and juicy cluster of grapes just out of the shorter man's reach. With a chuckle, he reached over, snapping the cluster off the vine and handing it to Xavier.

"Thanks," Xavier acknowledged, taking the grapes and eating them hungrily.

Connar watched him place the grape into his mouth, the fruit disappearing between his surprisingly luscious lips, juice trickling over them and making them glisten under the small amount of light from the waning moon. He breathed out subconsciously; his manhood was getting hard, only kept obscured by his thick furs and the darkness around them.

"So," Connar asked, leaning in a little too closely, flexing the large muscles in his arm, "you wouldn't happen to have a sister, would you?"

For a brief moment, Connar thought he noticed something - a sexual spark - in the thief's eyes, before they clouded over and he growled in answer, "My family is no concern of yours!"

Connar laughed, slapping Xavier on the back in a jocular manner; although he found himself wondering why it was that the other man had smelled so appealing. ~~~

"Could these woods be having an effect on us?" Orren asked Idwin and Petre, watching as the shirtless barbarian's massive hairy body strained as he pushed against a large tree. Although the noon-day sun's light was heavily obscured by the forest canopy, that didn't seem to stop the heat getting through; Connar's muscular back glistened with sweat as he tried to use the tree to bridge the chasm that had impeded their progress.

"I think my initial unease is gone, if that's what you mean," observed Idwin. The druid bit his lip, looking rather uncomfortable as he watched the tree being felled.

"Or," Orren mused, "is his discomfort caused by the man doing the pushing?" If so, the knight thought, the druid was probably feeling the same way as he did right now. These strange, intensely erotic feelings for the others in the party, had crept on him all of a sudden. It had started as lust - naturally enough, he had thought, these things happen - but they had seemed rather strangely targeted. He scratched his face; his beard seemed to be coming back in well. Orren hoped he didn't flush when he felt his cock spasm as he fought off the idea of reaching out to stroke one of the other two men's unshaven faces.

To clarify what he meant, Orren added, "I suppose I mean something similar to that, yes. Would there be a way for the trees, or something else in this forest, to have some magical effect on our minds?"

Connar moaned then - the rather sexual sound almost made Orren moan in response - as the earth itself creaked. The tree groaned as it collapsed, dangling across the chasm. Xavier, who had been waiting patiently, quickly scampered across sans his pack: he claimed it would only slow him down while he scouted.

"Do you mean, make us get angry or fight each other?" Petre mused, seeming to rub his crotch subconsciously.

"N-not exactly," Orren replied: he couldn't do it, couldn't admit to the other two he had starting having increasingly frequent, and rather vivid, sexual fantasies about them - and the other two - cavorting around in the woods naked.

For a brief moment, however, Orren thought Idwin understood what he meant; the man seemed equally uncomfortable with the line of questioning. He looked as though he was about to confess to having the same thing. Frustratingly, though, the druid simply stated, "I haven't meditated for a while; I think I'll go across the chasm and find a good quiet spot."

Biting into his lips with frustration, Orren flexed his feet. They felt sore; all this travelling must have been putting a strain on their bodies. "Maybe that's why I feel so strange," he thought, "it's just my body feeling exhausted from this trek." ~~~

Sticks crackled under the weight of Xavier's feet; when scouting, he'd usually try to avoid detection, but there were so many and he was distracted by his hard dick rubbing up against the crotch of his pants, oozing excitedly. It was why he'd volunteered to go scouting ahead: the near-constant lustful thoughts he'd been having about the others had gotten too much. When Connar had asked if he had a sister, his heart had started pounding; then he'd become jealous of his non-existent sibling, but didn't want to admit that to the hot, muscular stud.

He was so distracted by the thoughts, Xavier's right foot splashed into a brook burbling its way under the weakly warming light of the setting sun. "Fuck," he swore, berating his carelessness. Groaning, he sunk beside the brook bed, yanking his wet boots off, wriggling his stiffened, weary toes. His feet had started throbbing earlier, and the small break was a welcome relief.

Pulling off his hat, Xavier scratched his head, hair crackling as he ran his hands through it. His whole body had started to feel itchy, it seemed, and it felt good to just stop for a moment. Curiously, he felt something strange around his ears: scabs, he thought, or boils. Oddly, rubbing them felt good; a little too good, as he felt his cock drip in his pants. He glanced about, noting with a little satisfaction that he was alone, and stood up, unpicking the knots that held up his pants.

Slipping out of them proved to be quite difficult, as the dense covering of long, golden hairs had thickened his legs. "Were they always this hairy?" Xavier thought briefly; quickly dismissing it as his mind distracted him with another thing that had become enlarged. The head of his cock glistened, sticky with his body's natural sexual lubricant. The thickness felt oddly good in his hands as he started to stroke; it usually felt good, but never this full in his hands. "Maybe I should lay off more often?" he chuckled, knowing full well he wouldn't.

Leaving his cock to bob in the air for a moment, Xavier's hands found themselves up near the small, hard nubs of his horns. Rubbing them caused his dick to throb, and he moaned, his voice carrying a way through the eerily quiet forest. It became difficult to decide what touch brought him the most pleasure: rubbing the nubs or stroking himself.

The cock won out. Toying with the tip of his shaft, Xavier grasped the base of his manhood with his other hand, squeezing the pulsing flesh as his bare feet dug into the ground. His breath came out fast and shallow, subconsciously grinding his fuzzy ass against the ground. Panting needily, he continued pleasuring himself; the extra girth of his manhood was extra pleasing, and the extra slickness really made his strokes less painful.

Xavier also noticed the intensity of the sensations from his cock were more intense; it didn't take him long before he felt his seed building up inside him. His moans became louder, his shirt crinkling and writhing as he jostled about, edging himself closer; eager for release, but not for the loss of the current feeling of excited anticipation.

Just before his body betrayed him, Xavier felt himself imagining Connar's massive body rising out of the water, taking his shaft into his grinning, warm mouth. He moaned, tilting his slightly-horned head back, allowing his fluids to spill out of him, the thick semen sliding over his shaft. Sighing, he allowed his strokes to lessen in intensity, unable to bear touching his sensitive shaft, but needing to empty his swollen, itchy balls.

~~~

"Why did they have to go wandering off?" Orren growled testily. Although the disappearance of Xavier and Idwin the previous day had irritated him, he did have to acknowledge it gave him an outlet for his anger at himself. The strange lustful thoughts he'd been having about his fellow travellers had become nearly constant; he had to fight from imagining what lay underneath Petre's robes as he sat there, fuming and waiting futilely for a good answer to his question.

"The main thing is for at least a few of us to get there ahead of Faragar," Petre noted, answering almost by rote. The knight suspected the mage's mind was elsewhere, which didn't help matters as he suspected the mage was having the same thoughts.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Connar, busy washing his body in a brook they'd come across once they decided not to wait for the other two to return and press on with their quest. Orren had to use all of his efforts not to moan audibly at the sight of those muscles glistening under the afternoon sun. "He really is a stud," thought Orren, wiping his sweaty brow; his cock jumped about in his musky armour as he touched the nubs of his horns.

"Don't you think you should be a little bit more concerned about those ho-" Petre began.

Orren interrupted, swinging his legs towards Petre, "Could you help me out of my armour? I'm sweating like a pig and I don't see the need of wearing it when I don't need the protection."

Despite being rudely cut off, Petre seemed almost too happy to help him, obeying Orren's brief tutorial on how to unfasten the pieces of armour. He sighed, wriggling his freed, throbbing toes; the thick covering of black hairs on his legs glistened wetly, feeling a tingling sweeping up his legs as his body felt the first touches of an afternoon breeze free from armour for the first time during this voyage.

"There's something odd about your toes," noted Petre, glancing down as Orren rose to let him remove the rest of his leggings. "The nails, they shouldn't be this dark." Orren didn't pay him any attention, absent-mindedly stroking Petre's thick, coppery hair, enjoying the encroachment of the man's dexterous fingers closer and closer to his groin. He knew it was strange - wrong - but right now he didn't care; this feeling was practically clawing its way out of his body, and he was too tired and angry to fight any more.

"Oh gods," Orren moaned, feeling Petre's warm hands wrap around his very large, heavy, sweaty and sensitive scrotum. He glanced down; the mage had been sniffing at his freshly-exposed crotch.

~~~

Sitting on his cloak, wriggling his stiffening, elongated toes, Idwin breathed in, eyes clothes. He'd grown accustomed to nights out in the woods, and this evening was quite balmy. When he found the spot, he knew he wouldn't be followed; he needed to get away from the others, his mind and body starting to betray him. Meditation often made for a good excuse to deal with this kind of thing, though it had usually been directly.

This time, though, there didn't seem to be anything he could do about it. Every time he closed his eyes, all his mind's eye would show him would be Connar's taught, rippling muscles, the barbarian smacking his thick cock down into his palm; or Xavier pulling off his shirt, showing off the mess of golden hairs on his slender chest; or Orren's proud, bare body sprawled over some rock, ass in the air invitingly. Even Petre slowly lifting up his robes was enough to get his heart pumping and his shaft twitching.

Not even meditation brought him peace. Idwin sat alone in the forest, eyes closed and with his back against a tree; normally when he meditated - rather than when he was "meditating" - he would sit cross-legged. But he couldn't now, letting his impressively large balls dangle out freely onto his cloak instead. He tried ignoring the itchiness that crept up his hairy legs, or around the base of his thick shaft.

He'd been ignoring his cock altogether, feeling its heft bobbing in front of him, trying to distract him. His hands gripped tightly against the fabric of his cloak, sweat pouring down over his bare chest. Now he was just thinking about sex with other men in general, which at least was a nice change from the constant fantasies about his travelling companions. Idwin didn't really have much of an imagination for this - he'd heard about it, of course, but assumed that was just something that happened in the big, decadent cities - but the more it plagued his mind, the more alluring it became.

Idwin felt his cock swing, smacking him in his large, tanned chest, causing him to moan out. "I hope the others didn't hear me," he thought, his body immediately responding that it would like nothing better than for the opposite to be true. Ooze left by his aching shaft trickled down his torso where his throbbing meat had slapped against his upper abdomen, in between the prominent grooves of the wide muscles; the scent of the sexual fluids filling his nostrils as he fought back his urges.

~~~

"I found something!" Orren exclaimed, holding up a familiar hat and, a little surprisingly, a pair of discarded pants.

Connar didn't pay the knight's words much heed; he was more interested in the prime, tight ass that was busy bending over. Even though it was almost covered in a thick layer of dark hair - or maybe because it was - the barbarian found himself wanting to leap over there and grab it with his large hands. The only thing holding him back from that was the gentle throbbing in his feet; walking felt a little awkward, with his long feet, thick toenails and with the way his short shins jutted out.

Instead, Connar scratched himself, enjoying the relief of digging his fingers through his own hairy legs. The sensation felt so good, he allowed his hands to explore his body more thoroughly. He enjoyed the way the thick, almost pelt-like covering on his legs merged with the significantly less, but still quite, hairy torso, the hairs crinkling as he breathed heavily. He felt his nostrils twitch; the scent of his companion's poorly-hidden arousal was on the air, pulling his own lusts along with them.

He glanced at Petre, who blushed and looked away, but not quick enough. Connar leered back; he liked those bashful, but meaningful looks the mage gave him. He'd started playing with him, flexing about when he noticed him watching or letting the man study his lower body. It seemed nonsense to him: he'd always been hairy - hadn't he? - and his feet would obviously be huge. "You know what they say about big feet," he'd said at the time, feeling something stirring inside him; something might have happened between him and Petre if Orren hadn't interrupted him last night when they'd made camp.

Orren interrupted him again; or at least his thoughts. The knight had thrown the pants to Petre - he had been keen to study their clothes, including Connar's own shirt and boots, when they removed them - but the material had caught him in the head. Before he had a chance to curse, he breathed in. "Gods, that smell!" he moaned, almost tasting the salty fluids that stained the crotch that dangled in front of his nose.

It was too much; Connar's hands ripped off his loincloth. There wasn't much point to wearing it, it wasn't hiding the massive bulges his thick manhood or huge testes made behind it, and as it tented up under his arousal, it simply got in the way. He felt a pleasant surge as he stood naked in front of the two men, grinning as he grabbed his obscenely large cock with one hand, the other bringing the pants closer to his face.

He vaguely heard Petre mutter something about it being inhumanly large - Connar assumed he meant his cock - and he grinned again, lips brushing up against Xavier's discarded pants. He'd have recognised the thing that had been wrapped around that nice, tight ass anywhere.

~~~

Xavier ran across the forest floor, bounding on the balls of his feet, his thick, almost hoof-like nails crackling against the twigs and the drier leaves. Although they still ached, when he'd woken up that morning his hairy legs had felt significantly better, no longer throbbing each time he tried to put his foot down in a way that felt natural. In fact, he'd felt incredibly invigorated. Particularly in his genitals: waking up to his erection staring at him accusatorially, throbbing an angry red and drooling clear fluids onto his slender, toned torso. He'd sated himself, planting his back against the tree, his short tail twitching excitedly as he stroked himself to a sticky orgasm. But that had been hours ago, and the need for release was building up in him again. He'd been tempted to stop, but his nose had picked up on some rather enticing scent, and he'd been letting his instincts guide him.

An odd sound pierced through the gentle rustling of the leaves as the wind swept through the valley: a wet sound, but not of running water; more like someone eating or drinking something loudly. Xavier's eyes narrowed; he knew he'd heard that sound before, but was annoyed by the way he couldn't quite remember the context. Curiosity pulling him along, he twitched his elongating ears to help him pinpoint the source of the noise. He sniffed quietly, his cock immediately erecting, a couple of inches pushing out of the thick ring of flesh that surrounded the base of his nicely-growing cock.

A new sound - a muffled moan of pleasure - brought a grin to Xavier's eyes; he recognised the sound now. He wondered idly who the lucky guy was, curious to know who it was that was doing the sucking. Subconsciously, he licked his lips; he'd thought quite often recently about taking a man's cock into his mouth, and hoped he'd persuade one of the couple - for surely, he thought, both would be male - would allow him to suck theirs.

Peering cautiously around the corner, Xavier looked: he had been slightly wrong. It was just one man - in fact, one whose face he recognised - and what a man it was. Out of all of his travelling companions, he never really pegged Idwin as possessing such a prodigious manhood. It stretched up almost to his chin, slightly covered in patches of darker skin, the thick shaft's swollen tip disappearing into his mouth. One of Idwin's hands stroked the base, up to a thin ring that ran around near the middle of the shaft, the other gently squeezing the massive, black sack that hung down. The druid sat amongst torn strips of fabric; it almost seemed like his pants had given way to the huge, grey-haired legs that jutted out of his body, the thickened, merged toes curling back as his head bobbed up and down. Saliva drooled down the length; snorts of breath came out from the overactive nostrils.

"Want some help with that?" Xavier offered, stepping out, hands around his hips to show off his appreciation for the show: his own shaft had quickly drooled fluid, anticipating being involved with the activity he'd just interrupted.

Idwin's shock at the interruption was palpable: the tip of his cock slipped from his lips with a wet plopping sound, his guilty eyes slowly rising to look at the voice that had called out, hand freezing in place on his shaft. "Uh-uh-uh," he stammered, blood rushing quickly into his cheeks.

"Oh no, don't stop on my account," Xavier answered quicky, feeling sorry for interrupting Idwin's self-pleasuring. He also felt a little envious - "What I wouldn't wish for a cock like that?" - and a little annoyed at himself for interrupting the very appealing show Idwin had put on for him, admittedly unawares. Quickly realising he needed to do something to stop Idwin from bolting off into the forest, he gestured at his own naked body, pushing out his own aroused genitals in emphasis, "It's not like I'm in a position to shame you."

Idwin's slightly-too-big ears, which had been sagging, perked up a little; Xavier took this as a good sign, walking over to him slowly. "Look, I've been walking around, feeling... horny, I suppose," he explained, pointing at his two-inch-long horns for punctuation. "Your cock clearly needs some attention. We could help each other out, perhaps?"

"What did you mean?" Idwin inquired, shifting his hand off of his shaft - which hadn't lost any of its rigidity - and placing it by his side. His face was still red, but Xavier could see where the druid's eyes were looking at him.

To answer him, Xavier walked up, grabbing the top of Idwin's dick in his hands; using the saliva for lubrication, he gave the other man's cock a gentle stroke. A tingle of excitement passed through him, watching the druid's nervous lips separate at the unfamiliar touch. "It'll feel different - better, hopefully - than just both of us stroking our own," he suggested.

Idwin breathed out heavily, licking his lips and looking over Xavier's body, hairs glittering like gold in the sunlight. "I guess we could try it," he said after a couple of moment's weighing up his options, "but uh, if we meet the others, let's not tell them."

"Fine with me," Xavier replied, sitting down next to the druid on the stained remnants of his cloak. It felt so weird, knowing that the hot, hung stud next to him had once hidden this magnificent body beneath those robes. Or had he? It was hard for Xavier to remember, especially with the magnetic draw of Idwin's cock enticing his thoughts in other directions.

Spitting into both his hands, Xavier grasped Idwin's erection. The thick, pliable cock bucked under his grip; the druid's mouth erupted in an excited exclamation as the thief stroked his length slowly, and as tightly as he could manage: his middle finger and thumb barely touched tips near the base. He licked his lips; the drooling tip made his mouth water, but he didn't want to worry Idwin away from continuing.

Xavier needn't had worried; after receiving a few strokes, Idwin's hand gently crept up caressing the thief's inner thigh with his thick, calloused fingers. It was a little awkward - Xavier's arms got in the way - but after the druid's intent became clear, they shifted around, Xavier facing Idwin, their legs intertwined and their cocks close to touching.

When Idwin took his dick, aching for attention, with his firm, assured grip, Xavier's mouth dropped, swearing, "Oh fuck, that feels..."

"Yeah," Idwin responded, shaggy pectorals heaving under his shallow breath.

Under Xavier's guidance, Idwin managed to grip him in a way he'd learned - somehow, he couldn't remember how exactly - that he'd really enjoyed. Idwin, mostly replying with ragged panting breaths or short answers, followed the instructions, almost eager to pleasure him. He didn't offer anything, other than quick assurances that what Xavier was doing to him felt good.

The stroking of all three hands became more urgent, more needy as moments passed. Xavier felt something click inside him, as though some internal lock had been picked and the final tumbler had been moved into place. His body had been craving this - the attention of another male - and it had finally gotten a taste for it. Eagerly, he sized up his options, wondering what it would feel like to have Idwin's cock in his mouth - or what he could manage to fit inside at least - or how he'd feel with his legs sprawled apart, Idwin's face buried in his crotch, the length of his shaft encased in the warm, wet folds of his mouth.

Idwin's strokes became faster; Xavier had quickly learned the taciturn male tended to do this when his own cock needed more rapid attention. Xavier was only to glad to give it; his arms were starting to ache, but there was something almost addicting to feeling Idwin's warm, massive cock throbbing in response to the pleasure he gave it. The druid was breathing hard, pinching the middle of his lips closed. Xavier could smell it now; Idwin's body seemed to flood the air with the scent of his excitement. He was trying - desperately - to hold off from his body's final display of pleasure. Between Xavier's hands, Idwin's cock bulged, straining against the skin.

Unable to contain himself any more, Idwin's whole body seemed to shudder, the slit at the centre of his slightly-flattened cock-tip opening. Xavier felt the druid's seed rushing out, the flesh bulging out slightly; a second later, and thick semen poured out of his swollen erection like a fountain, raining down over their bodies. Idwin sagged against the tree, struggling for air.

Xavier closed his eyes to protect him from the spray. Semen splattered over his face; the scent of the ejaculation got his own fluids bubbling inside him with greater intensity. He opened his mouth, moaning and letting the salty cum ooze down into his mouth. Panting, he held off a little when he felt that his orgasm was close, unable to stop his hips thrusting up to meet Idwin's strokes, urging him to go faster.

The thief's cries of ecstasy echoed throughout the valley as he thrust forward one final time, enjoying the surge of sexual fluids adding to the spray that covered them in a creamy mess.

~~~

Petre tried not to roll his eyes at Orren's excitement at the large lake, fed by a roaring waterfall. The man spluttered out, almost inaudible above the din, "Perhaps a cold shower will rid us of these unnatural lusts."

It was hard to take him seriously, standing there pantsless and only wearing the sweat-soaked shirt he had under his armour. The shirt had gone transparent, outlining the man's defined upper torso and surprisingly round belly. Petre remembered what it had been like two - or was it three - days ago, touching his huge sack, seeing the way he'd given him the look. Despite what the others might have thought, he could read the signs of sexual desire. Orren had wanted him, and he had wanted Orren in that moment. Of course, he wanted Connar ass well, but he'd take what he could get. But frustratingly, the all sort of hovered, waiting for some kind of sign, unable to act on their obvious instincts until then.

Connar flicked his short equine tail, cupping his large, thick-skinned scrotum and announced, "I wouldn't mind a chance to get wet with you, if that's what you're offering."

Petre glanced over; it was interesting that Connar's changes had been slightly different than Orren's or his. Living in the city, he'd often seen draft horses pulling carts of goods, and recognised Connar's hindquarters once the transformation had proceeded sufficiently. The elongated ears rising up at the side of the face and the tail were the obvious markings, as were the hooves that he used to walk into the water. Petre hadn't had much experience with equine genitalia - though looked forward to an on-hand investigation very soon - but the sheath and the large testes definitely leaned that way too.

"I wonder why it is you seem to be becoming a horse," Petre shouted out. It seemed a little odd nothing had changed to their faces - save for the ears and the horns Orren and he had sprouted - or their upper chests except for a little extra hair.

Connar cupped his hand around the base of his long ear, and Petre repeated his question. He still didn't seem to quite hear him properly, as he answered, Connar boasted, "Nothing's changed, I've always been hung like one!"

It struck Petre as odd that the others didn't seem to be as fascinated by their own changes. Well, that wasn't quite true: Orren seemed concerned a lot over mental or behavioural changes; but Petre couldn't see how else a group of five males like themselves could feel anything but constant arousal in each other's presence after travelling this far.

He watched Orren enter the water, the curly black-furred legs disappearing slowly as he swam out into the pool, studiously trying to avoid Connar despite the latter's laughter-filled attempts to chase him around. With both of his companions in the water, their scents had decreased, and Petre felt his mind a little clearer. His thoughts drifted back to the unusual nature of their changes; they had been gradual, certainly, but so very little to their upper bodies seemed strange. Perhaps they had only been exposed to a little of the magical element? Perhaps they changed the more they travelled? Perhaps this was what their true form would be, a mixture of the "enlightened" upper body of a human and the "impulsive" hindquarters of beasts?

A shout broke through his musings; Petre turned his head. Connar had emerged from the water, hooves striking the ground as he ran towards him; Orren too had left the pool, shouting to one of them, chasing after on his own goat-like legs. If Orren had meant to stop Connar, he wasn't fast enough; the massive man was bearing down on him, cock erect and arms outstretched.

"Woah!" Petre shouted out in surprise as Connar seized him, tearing off his cloak. His coppery caprine legs sprawled out, as did his balls and the long, slick erection he'd been trying to hide: not out of bashfulness, but because he didn't want Orren freaking out that Petre had been walking beside him, cataloguing his and Connar's changes as an excuse to look and touch.

Caught in Connar's arms, Petre looked up into his face. His ears and tail twitched; suddenly the force holding them back had shattered, and he reached his arms around the other male's broad shoulders, grabbing his head and moving his lips into place for a hard, wet kiss. With Connar's help, Petre straddled the wide, warm chest, letting him slide his hairy butt along the long, thick and almost equine shaft while he ground his own against the furry abdominals, drooling head stabbing into the bottom of the thick, muscular pectorals currently supporting him.

Their tongues wriggled against each other, only parting after what had seemed like ages when they both needed to gasp for air. Petre's cock had left a clear, sticky mess along the centre of Connar's torso, but it needed something more; Connar seemed ready to take things further as well. Grunting slightly, the barbarian cupped the mage's arm, allowing Petre to unfold his legs and drop to the floor; grabbing the large, surprisingly pliable erection in front of him, Petre moved his face closer, tongue tasting the slick, salty flesh of Connar's dick.

Connar reached around, thick fingers cupping around his ass, lifting Petre slightly off the ground. His tongue roamed higher, hands using the trail of saliva his eager tongue had left to lubricate the flow of his hands, fingers interlocking to grasp the full thickness, as he teased the other male into a higher state of arousal. Connar's lips pulled back, mouth opening wide as Petre stretched his mouth wide to accommodate the slightly flared, flattened end of the semi-equine shaft inside. "Yeah," the barbarian moaned, "do it. Suck it. Mmm, just like that."

Petre's jaw ached, but even though Connar wanted it, he seemed to want it more. His tongue gently probed the large slit at the top of the shaft filling his mouth, coaxing out a thick blob of salty fluid that sloshed around his mouth as Connar grabbed him by the horns, pulling his face down. He could have choked - there was a lot of cock to take - but the fluid and his own desires seemed to make it easier. The saliva-mixed, fluid ran down his face, sliding over his body before slowly dripping off. Some landed on his own cock, which throbbed angrily from the lack of attention and the intense arousal he felt, but he couldn't let go of Connar's shaft. The promise of seed was in the air now, and Petre intended to drink his fill.

It was as good as he had imagined it, the veins throbbing under his touch, the addicting taste of the salty fluids spilling from the warm, spongy meat in his mouth. Although Connar had him by the horns, he was the one in control: it was Connar's thick cock he was sucking on, but he was its master, dancing and throbbing to his tune. He would be the one to make him feel - or deny him - the pleasure. It was a lot like magic, in a way.

Something rustled along the ground below Petre; a panting, warm body wriggling through his legs, pushing them apart. Then a trembling hand was grasping his cock, angling it down as the third body slid in between them. Horns brushed up against his slender body as he felt a warm, wet mouth wrap around his shaft.

That had been even better; Petre could barely believe it. His cock throbbed, suddenly overwhelmed with sensation as he was pleasured by a hungry, intensely eager mouth. Connar too, seemed eager to return the attention Petre was lavishing on him, working his finger slowly into his ass, jabbing him in a spot that seemed, strangely, to heighten the throbbing of his cock in the juicy mouth. Instinctively, he began to thrust forward.

Surprisingly, it was the third party who seemed to reach orgasm first; Petre could feel the hot breath exploding out of the nose as it slid along his dick, and it suddenly sped up, snorting loudly below him until it suddenly slowed down. Petre immediately smelt it happening, the scent squirming through his own body, getting close to release. But he wanted, craved, to hold off until he had shown full mastery over Connar's cock.

With the welcome intruder pausing their sucking, Petre hastened his strokes. Connar moaned excitedly, and he felt the man's cock start to flex and quiver in a way Petre knew quite well from when he had pleasured himself. He tightened his grip and his lips, wriggling his tongue. Connar would remember the way Petre had made him feel.

Connar painfully pulled down on his horns - the muscles in his neck screaming in retaliation - but soon Petre had something else to concern him. What little room there was in his mouth immediately flooded with a huge quantity of seed, spraying out of his tightened cheeks when they could not hold it back. He only just managed to close off his throat enough to stop himself from choking, swallowing as much of the salty ejaculate as he could. He let the tip fall from his mouth; the following pulses along Connar's shaft pushed the seed into the air, the tip of his cock glistening with a collection of fluids. Cum splattered into Petre's reddish-haired body, and covered Orren's head as it bobbed along the mage's dick. Connar let go of Petre's ass, letting him sag back down onto his hooves. Knocking Petre's hands away, Connar used the extra size of his fingers, and his own innate knowledge of his body, to help empty himself out.

"Don't think I'm done with you yet," Petre warned, his sticky hands grabbing Connar by the nipples. At the male's surprised expression, Petre grinned lustfully, pointing down at his rear and lifting up his tail.

~~~

Idwin swore an oath. Compared to the long, thick, mottled cock pushing against his hand, Xavier's shaft seemed almost modest by comparison. That didn't mean that it didn't hurt pushing into his rear.

"Too fast?" Xavier asked, tugging slightly on Idwin's bristly donkey tail.

"Too dry," explained Idwin. "Not much, but just enough to make it a bit-"

"Unpleasant?" finished Xavier. "I understand." Idwin knew he did; he had tried sticking one of his thick fingers into the thief's ass, and the rough dry digit hadn't gone in without a bit of effort. He felt Xavier's cock slide out of him, the male tapping him on the shoulder. "I've got an idea though."

"Oh?" inquired Idwin, his grin twisting his large equine ears about. Whenever Xavier had had "an idea", it often involved a lot of fun. Following the thief's instructions, Idwin turned over, hooves in the air and sticks digging into his heavy back; he didn't mind, and a quick wriggle moved them into more comfortable positions.

Xavier sat on his chest, surprisingly long tail dangling over Idwin's face. The thief stated, tapping the druid's dark-skinned sack, "Well, I've got a source of lubrication right here. I just need to prime and pump the well."

Sliding the head of Idwin's thick shaft into his mouth, Xavier used his tongue and hands to get the huge equine shaft to start dripping in excited anticipation. It didn't take long; the two had woken up to a new day only a few moments before, their lusts rekindled and bodies aching to indulge their instincts. Sliding the cock out of his mouth, Xavier toyed with it some more, pressing the tip of his own shaft against the opening at the top of Idwin's. Thick clear fluid ran down the shaft as Xavier moved to stroke himself.

Idwin braced himself, fingers digging into the dirt; he was torn between getting Xavier to finish pleasuring him, and sating his desire to know what it felt like having another male thrusting into him. Especially now, with Xavier's rod squelching with slippery goo. Deciding quickly, "Please, fuck me!"

Whacking him accidentally across the face with his tail, Xavier pulled himself to his hooves using Idwin's legs as leverage. He only seemed too happy to oblige, rolling dexterously over Idwin's groin - still erect - and turning to face the wide, hairy rump of the excited donkey-ended male. This time when Xavier entered him, Idwin felt nothing but pleasure, sliding his heavy legs over Xavier's shoulders while he grasped his cock with both hands.

This was far more satisfying than just with the one hand; now Idwin could get a good grip of his huge cock. Had Xavier not been thrusting in, he would have tried sucking himself off again. All the nervous anxiety about it had disappeared; he wanted to laugh at his old self, but he could barely focus on it while the cock inside him pulsed pleasure into his body. His hands moved faster, cock slapping and dripping intoxicating fluids over his fuzzy pectorals. Idwin's quiet, reserved nature had been totally replaced by loud moans of ecstasy, encouraging Xavier and himself to keep going.

With the sound of Xavier's damp, hairy crotch slamming into his rump, Idwin felt the tip of his cock stretch. Opening his mouth, he quickly pushed his head forward, catching the first gush of cum pouring out of him. He couldn't swallow it all, nor intended to; the salty fluid flowed over his cheeks, coating them in a glaze that glistened wetly in the morning sunlight. The rest of his ejaculate ran down his shaft, coating his torso in a thick line of fresh seed.

The air was heavy with the smell of sex now; Idwin loved that smell, and grinned tiredly up at Xavier, still hammering away into him. Awash with pleasure, he squeezed his ring down on the cock buried deep inside of him, pulling Xavier closer with the ends of his hoofed feet.

Idwin could tell when Xavier was getting close: the golden-lined muscles of his chest started heaving more rapidly. "Fuck me, you fine stud!" Idwin called out encouragingly, his own gooey cock slowly retracting into his sheath.

"Ungh!" Xavier groaned. Idwin could feel a surprising amount of it: the slight, but noticeable bulge in Xavier's shaft as his seed coursed along his shaft; the heat and of his seed pouring into his body, flowing around his insides. The smacking sounds of Xavier's crotch grew wetter and sloppier, until eventually he pulled out, the length of his cock soaked in his own fluids.

Dropping tiredly on to the ground beside his lover, Xavier asked as he pulled bits of leaves from the tuft at the end of his tail, "Would you like to try putting your cock in me later?"

"I would like that," Idwin admitted, reaching over a hand to stroke the firm, but tired, muscles of the other male. "But I am a little curious about something else?"

"Oh?" Xavier asked, "I can't think of many things we haven't tried yet, unless you wanted to get even more adventurous..."

Grinning at where Xavier's mind was, Idwin elaborated, "No, I was just wondering what had become of our old companions. Aren't you a little curious to involve a third - or fourth - or fifth - person?"

Xavier's grin was enough answer for him.

~~~

It took them a couple of days to find the others; mostly because their libidos would only permit them a few hours' worth of travel before the appreciative ass- and tail-grabs and the lustful stares would prove only so effective of keeping them entertained before more substantial sexual contact was needed to quieten them. Xavier insisted on riding "his donkey" in all manner of ways, while Idwin was more than equal to call on the rule that "turnabout was fair play".

They noticed the splashes first, and the cries of cavorting. Turning to grin at each other, Xavier and Idwin crept quietly from tree to tree; somehow, the idea of catching the others - or anyone else they happened across - unawares was somewhat arousing, particularly if caught in the act. Somewhat to their disappointment, they appeared to be too early - or too late - for the frivolity: although Connar seemed pleased to stand under the waterfall, washing his cock under the heavy stream, Orren and Petre were busy reclining on the shore - admittedly with their hairy goat-like legs interlocked - feeding each other grapes.

"... we're satyrs," Orren was asking, trying to keep Petre from stuffing another grape into his mouth, "then what is he?"

"From what I can remember," Petre replied, "a sileni; they're a little less common in the literature I've read, but that could be any number of reasons. Then again, all the literature on the subject is ancient mythology, so I don't really..."

"You spend too long thinking about what's in your books," Xavier announced, flicking his tail as he somersaulted forwards, reaching down to steal a grape from the bunches the others had collected.

"I was wondering where you got to," Orren grinned, raising one leg as his cock spilled out of the short sheath he had grown. "You've been missing out on all the fun!"

"Can't say that I have," Xavier argued, pointing out to where Idwin stood lounging by the tree, slowly stroking his erection. "I've had quite a bit of company, heh, as you can plainly see!"

"Having a sileni on your own?" Petre said, feigning outrage, "How could you not share?" Winking, he beckoned Idwin over to join them; the druid, not even pausing his self-pleasuring, joined the group. Sitting amongst the satyrs, he groaned as the three - one blonde-, one brown- and one black-furred, crawled over him, tongues and mouths pleasuring his enormous shaft. Leaning back, Idwin closed his eyes, feeling the three hot bodies and even hotter cocks wriggling and thrusting against him as their hands stroked him, themselves and each other, attention floating breezily between them. He reached up, brushing his own long - and possibly still lengthening - donkey ears at the side of his head as he nestled into a pillowy mound of leaves.

At least, until a wet, dripping mass dropped down upon him; opening his eyes, he faced a large, black ring, freshly-cleaned between two thick hairy buttocks with a long equine tail draped over his head. Connar's thick hand grabbed his cock away from the horny satyrs, squeezing it close to his own throbbing erection and said, "Welcome back, brother of the cock! I've been quite curious what another of these would feel like."

"Let me get you ready, and I can show you," Idwin replied. Dropping his ears, he used his hands to guide his mouth towards Connar's rump, tongue prodding the ring, spreading his saliva around it to get it nice and lubricated: he'd learned not to spare anything to ease the passage of his massive cock. Connar seemed to be enjoy it; he could tell by the musk his body was giving off, the moan from the lips as they wrapped around Idwin's shaft. The druid breathed in, enjoying the feeling of the barbarian's heavy balls resting on his chest.

~~~

"Hey, no fair!" whined Xavier as he and the other two satyrs suddenly lost out as the donkey and draft horse silenis pleasured each other, oblivious to the fact three very horny satyrs prodded themselves up on all fours, legs outstretched to give their aching genitals room to pulse and cool off slightly.

"You're just not used to having to share," chuckled Petre. "Besides, I'm quite sure Orren and I can show you a few tricks you've not encountered yet." He and Orren quickly shared a look; with the latter spreading his legs farther apart, lifting up his tail and pushing his ass out in invitation.

Spitting into his hands, Xavier quickly lubricated his erection; it didn't take long for the spongy rod to start adding fluid as he gently toyed with it, and Orren's hole still glistened from their previous play. Xavier's cock slipped in relatively smoothly - one of the advantages of a great deal of practice, he suspected - and soon was making the dark-haired satyr moan, reaching down to gently tug on the knight's shaft.

Once they had established a rhythm, Petre was very eager to join them. Xavier felt him grabbing his ass, the mage's caprine-touched cock kissing his sphincter, wanting to be let in. Relaxing it, Xavier gave a quick nod, feeling the mage's penis sliding slowly inside him quickly after that. He moaned; Petre had been right, this was a novel - and very pleasing - experience. Feeling Orren's ring tightening against his shaft while Petre's ground into his hole made it almost feel as though he had become an extension to Petre's cock, being used to fuck the knight in the ass. The force of the mage's cock pushing into him made his shaft leak unbelievably large quantities of fluids; his fucking of the knight became more intense, the thrusts deeper and faster.

~~~

"Do you see those guys, trying to have fun without us?" Connar whispered, squeezing his buttocks to get Idwin's attention.

"You can't really complain," Idwin noted. "You're hogging all the sileni cock to yourself."

Connar looked down at the two sticky equine shafts he had been squeezing, tasting the delicious fluids that oozed out of them. Deciding quickly, he lifted up on his hooves, almost snorting as he said, "Well, perhaps we should be sharing with them after all..."

"By all means," Idwin replied, slapping him playfully on the hip. "You first; I don't want to waste all the attention I've given your hole."

Connar chuckled, turning around to help the druid to his feet before playfully grabbing at the coppery satyr's glutes. "Open up," he said, working two thumbs slowly into Petre's hole while Idwin, grinding his own cock against his back - and didn't he love that! - helped slide the wide tip of his cock into the stretched sphincter.

"Gods, this is going to be good!" muttered Petre, knuckles almost white as he gripped into Xavier's shoulder. Connar grunted, enjoying the tight feeling of the ring, the way his cock stretched it out, and the way it felt inside the satyr's warm body, the spongy flesh expanding out again as he slowly began to thrust. He went slow at first; though he couldn't wait, as Idwin's fingers currently worked on his saliva-slick opening. Suddenly it was blossoming out - the quiet druid didn't quite have his patience; either that, or Connar looked forward to planting his cock into the thief's hole very soon - as Idwin's equine shaft began to pump inside him, the thrusts and the scent of the others quickly turning him into a moaning, rutting beast.

~~~

"Aieee!" moaned Petre. His balls were churning: smack in the middle of the writhing masculine orgy, he seemed to be the one who was going to ejaculate first. He wanted to hold it in, to continue to ride along, but the combination of Xavier's hungry hole and the thick force of two sileni hammering into his own ass, squeezing his insides into leaking copious quantities of fluids was proving too much.

From his thick sack, he felt the hot fluids flowing through him; he could no longer control it, so just waited for the pleasure to come. He felt the tip of his cock pull backwards, contracting his shaft; his slit opened up, and the fluids he had been leaking quickly thickened as heavy bolts of seed joined them in filling up Xavier's insides.

It took all his strength to pull out, having to fight against the heavy thrusts of the two eager males behind him; but he managed it. Smacking into the ground hard, he felt a heavenly bliss fill his mind as Connar's hand reached down, squeezing tightly on his shaft to milk out the rest of his ejaculate. He lifted up his eyes, seeing the creamy juices trickling down the thief's legs. One thing he enjoyed about being a satyr, Petre decided, was that his body wasn't stingy with his seed.

~~~

Lifting up his seed-covered hand to his face, Connar quickly lapped up the mage's seed. Ever since he'd been stuck with the two insatiable satyrs, he'd quickly become addicted to the taste. It caused his mind to wander, recalling the time they had dared him to try both of their cocks at the same time. He'd been game, even though it had hurt, and wouldn't mind trying it again. Especially now that his ass had really been stretched out. He was glad Idwin had become the half-donkey creature whose name Petre had said earlier, but he hadn't remembered yet. He hadn't cared - he was who he was - but he supposed now there was two of them, he should.

Tasting the cum made his lips tremble. Of all of the carnal pleasures he'd taken part in, sucking cock was his favourite; tantalising someone - another, or even himself - with lips and tongue was enjoyable. Reaching down, he gave the base of his shaft a few quick strokes to help him along. He could see Xavier riding Orren in front of him, watching the latter's cock dangle and shudder as the former jerked him off. It seemed cruel to deny it the pleasure of a nice warm hole.

Thrusting quickly, he felt his nuts tighten, bellowing out in pleasure as the seed sprayed into - and then over the rear of - Petre. Still squirting out into a heavy pool, he supported Idwin's bucking weight, waving a finger at Xavier and Orren as the two crawled slowly and awkwardly towards one another.

~~~

Moving while fucking proved quite tricky, but Xavier wasn't shy of a challenge, even though he wasn't quite sure what Connar had wanted when they moved together. It quickly became evident when he twisted around on Idwin's length, sliding his massive body underneath Orren and himself. When the wet sucking noise started, he grinned; no doubt left in his mind as to what was happening, especially when Orren squirmed even more. Back facing what had been his sole lover for a couple of days, he couldn't help but share a grin, and a strange longing burned through them. Their bodies slid together, Idwin smashing into his body. He reached around, squeezing the druid's manly torso.

Erotic memories tingled through him; Xavier was almost surprised, but quite relieved, to feel the pooling fluids in him. Pulling out, he quickly jerked off on to Orren's back, showing off for Idwin just how much cum he could produce.

~~~

It was almost like a dare to him. "The slutty bastard," Idwin thought, his juices bubbling inside him even more agitated as he watched the creamy fluid spraying over the sweaty back of the knight. Thrusting in hard all the way - he wanted to make his time inside Connar count - he moaned, letting his needy cock feel one final tight squeeze as he pulled out of the barbarian's dark hole.

With both hands free, he squeezed his dick down its entire length, pumping at the base while his flared tip wriggled around. A broad grin appeared on his face, feeling the strong rumble of what was sure to be a very heavy fountain of seed.

~~~

Orren whined. It was too much: his body was drenched in the arousing scents of the others, ass still tingling from the combined thrusts of four males, and Connar's hungry lips had enveloped his cock. He sighed out long and hard, his cum filling the prone barbarian's mouth as he almost burst into tears from the sheer pleasure. Connar swallowed, continuing to suck until Orren had to plead, "Stop! I can't take any more!"

Finally free, he sprawled amongst the other's tired, sore and content bodies as they shared the blissful effects of having fucked and been fucked together. It felt good, the heat of their bodies slowly recharging his body, the sound of their heavy breathing soothing to his mind, and the smell of their combined seed satisfying that they had all enjoyed themselves a great deal. He felt drained; it had been a few days since that had really happened.

Pricking up his goat ears, he listened. Connar and Idwin had fallen asleep; the latter breathing heavily, but quietly while the former snored comfortingly. Xavier and Petre had pulled him in, cuddling together.

"You know," he thought aloud, "how no man ever steps foot into this forest? I think we should do something about changing that."