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“Satyr-day Nightlife"

“Demarcus King!"

The shrill voice of Demarcus' music director caused him to jolt awake and almost fall out of his seat. His thick, wild head of hair flopped over his eyes as he nearly slid to the floor, the rest of the students in this college course simply laughed dismissively as his feet slipped on the floor before regaining his balance and returning to his seat. Demarcus was an average looking man with a slender build, a thick black beard and hair that was frosted to a blond color mixed in with his naturally coal black hair. He was about the only black man in this particular class and the fact that he was also the only male flutist was enough to make him stand out in all the stereotypically wrong ways. His teacher, Professor Avani wasn't one to go easy on him either. She stormed across the room in a huff; the tiniest woman he'd ever seen slapped her conductor's baton firmly onto the wooden table next to him, making him yelp and jump in surprise.

“Do you mind telling me what's so exciting about the inside of your eyelids that you'd rather watch those than to listen to my class, sir?"

“I-I'm sorry." Demarcus shook his head, still a bit dazed from the abrupt awakening. “I just had to work last night."

“No more excuses." She replied in frustration just as the bell sounded. “Alright, students. Your homework for tonight has already been discussed, I will have none of you thinking you're getting off light." She looked at Demarcus. “And you, Mr. King; stick around a few minutes, I'd like to speak with you before you head off for the weekend."

Demarcus sighed heavily and shrugged. “Sure thing. What about?"

As the classroom emptied out of its students, Avani placed a hand on his shoulder and guided him back to his seat. “Demarcus. I'll be blunt. I don't know why you chose to be in this class for this semester, you've got so much talent that you really should be about three levels higher than Introduction to Music. You read music like a prodigy, you have a gift, a talent that I hate to see wasted here."

Demarcus shrugged. “Well I mean. I wasn't sure where to start."

“How long have you been playing?"

“Since I was nine."

Avani's eyes lit up at the news and she gave a light snort of amusement. “And you're in Introduction to Music? Do you play anything besides the flute?"

“A little keyboard, harmonica. Saxophone... I guess I'm good with my fingers and my lips." He replied meekly.

“So why are you in this class?" She repeated.

Demarcus shrugged, unwilling. Or perhaps unable to give an appropriate answer. All his life, he'd been told he wasn't good enough; he didn't excel at sports like his friends did, but he wasn't necessarily studious with books either. He always did what was expected of him, and he never really even crossed any lines or any boundaries. He was a rule follower, he was never the bad guy or the bad influence. He simply shrugged and put his hands in his pockets as she spoke to him.

“Look, I can't promise much. But I want to talk to Professor Baden about you; he teaches an advanced music class, and I think you'll do well there. It's very exclusive, but I think--"

“Professor, you don't have to do that." Demarcus said, cutting her off to her surprise. “I'm not all that special and I'm just more comfortable here."

“I'm not going to have my students thinking it's okay for them to fall asleep during my class. So far this semester you've dozed off for almost each of my lectures."

Demarcus frowned. “But I did pass your tests, still didn't I?"

“That's both the point and besides the point. You've got the basics down so well, you probably have it all dedicated to memory. Mister King, I want you to challenge yourself, I want you to get out there and make something of yourself. Please consider it, okay?"

There was a long period of time where Demarcus remained quiet, considering her words carefully before he lightly shrugged his arms and nodded. “Okay, Professor. If it's that important to you, I'll talk to the guy."

“Great." She smiled, placing her hands together like a makeshift prayer. “I'll talk to him on Monday and we'll make the arrangements to swap out your class."

Demarcus smirked as he stood and grabbed his bag. “You know, Professor. If you were so desperate to get me out of this class you could've just told me when I started it." He said jokingly. She laughed.

“Okay Mr. King, have a good weekend and we'll have you straightened out by Monday."

“Straightened out?" Demarcus thought as he exited the classroom and entered the main hall, then stepped out into the quad that sprawled out the college campus in front of him as he absently made his way toward the dorm rooms on the opposite side. “There are so many things you don't know about me and I doubt you'd be supportive of anything like that."

“Yo Demarcus!" A shout coming from behind was quickly accompanied by the heavy weight of Demarcus' friend Julian whose weight nearly threw him into the ground. Julian laughed and ruffled his friend's hair, making it stick out at all angles like the pelt of some wild beast. “What the fuck did your teacher even want?"

“Hey Jules. Nothing, she just wanted to talk to me about music. Y'know?"

“Right, sure. So... are you coming tonight?"

“Coming?"

Julian scoffed and gave Demarcus a “really?" expression, making him doubt his sanity that he might have forgotten something really important. “Dude. D. You know what tonight is right?"

“Ffffriday?"

“It's club night bro! Come on now! You know you've been absolutely dying to try out the new “Scene" place that opened up last week."

Demarcus sighed in frustration. “Jul you know I'm not that big into clubs."

Julian threw his large arm around Demarcus' shoulder. Demarcus blushed at his best friend's thick arms and slightly chubby body resting against him; the pair had been best buds since Freshman year in High School, and he didn't dare say what he thought of him. That freckled face, that strawberry brown hair, the man always smelled like some expensive cologne. Plus he's seen him naked. Not that Julian had any idea, but Demarcus has checked out those chubby cheeks before and the thought of them still got him burning hot. “Oh come on man. Everybody who's anybody is going there. Well...I think so anyway. It's a new place, I hear it's hot and I want to take you there."

“Take me there?" Demarcus asked in surprise.

“Sure! I mean, I gotta have my wingman by my side if I'm going to give this place a once-over. I mean Charlotte's gonna want the info on this place before she even sets foot in it, so we don't gotta worry about my old lady watching over us. You know?"

“Hey queerbait!" Another voice made Demarcus' blood run cold. He turned to see Colby Brown stomp on up to him and immediately throw his head into a headlock. As the jock's muscular forearm clenched down, Demarcus squeaked in frustration and annoyance. “I hear you two are planning on hitting the Scene tonight. But I don't wanna catch you there, it ain't a gay bar or anything. It's just a club." He squeezed tighter. “Nothing for you there."

“Hey Brown knock it off." Julian said sternly as he shoved Colby back. “He ain't queer and you ain't helping anything by being such a dick."

“Well excuse me. But I personally saw him suck a cock once."

“Was it yours?" He snarked back.

Demarcus growled in frustration. He'd never let himself get caught doing something like that. In fact... he wasn't even sure he was into sucking cock. But he was gay, so there might have been a thing to it. There would be no way for Colby to know... as his neck was released, he rubbed it in frustration. “Get the fuck out of here." He said angrily.

“Or what?"

“Or I'm going to have to re-arrange your face and make it 'look' like Colby cheese you fucking loser!" He said trying to puff out his chest to make him larger.

Colby was one of the first strings on the football team and he definitely fit the type. He was muscular, tall, he barely fit into his letterman's jacket and had a high pointed mohawk for his hairstyle. He was all the look of a himbo with none of the charm as he took a step forward and shoved Demarcus. Demarcus took a step back, then took a step forward, cramming his chest against the taller man's abdominal ridge. “I ain't afraid of you, you ass-rammer!" He snorted in anger.

“Oh nice insult Brown. Did you run out of synonyms to use? Should we get you a thesaurus?" Julian continued.

“Colby..." The sweet blond haired cheerleader who had followed him grabbed his arm. “It's not worth it."

“You better listen to your girlfriend." Julian warned as she led Colby away. Julian sighed and unfolded his arms, putting his hand on Demarcus' shoulder. “You okay? He really isn't worth the time of day. Fucking dick is probably a closeted case himself."

“I'm fine." He said as he tore his arm away in frustration, realizing he may have offended Julian in a way. “Sorry...he just really pisses me off, y'know?"

“It's fine. So ten tonight, you in?"

“Why so late?"

Julian shrugged. “Why not? The place is open until like three in the morning so I figure five hours is enough time to get us just drunk enough."

“Oh, why not?" He smiled.

“Great. I'll see you then, man. Just try to get home safe okay?"

“You got it."

As Demarcus watched Julian go he slid a hand into his pocket and noticed a piece of paper crumpling between his fingers. He pulled it out and read “215 North Brookshire" on it. It was signed by Professor Avani. “That's weird...why would she want me to go there?" He wondered.

***

“Alex! Alex!"

Archibald's words could be heard from clear across the shop as Alex looked up from his spot at the front register. “Yes Archie? What is it?" He asked aloud, despite customers watching him talk to himself.

“I need you to come upstairs right away, I've had a strangely disturbing dream."

“Yessir. Right away."

Alex nodded and moved away from the counter. “Alright folks, it's lunch time for this little shop. I gotta ask you to give me the stuff you were gonna buy and come back in about an hour..."

“But you're the only one here, why would you have lunch?"

“Law." Alex replied simply to the young woman who had scoffed and put her hands defiantly onto her hips. “Now, out." He said as he gathered the items and stored them in a basket by the register. He then locked the doors, verified no one was in the shop before turning toward the back hall and walking towards the darkness.

The darkness expanded outward like an inflating balloon before Alex as he continued to walk. Well past the back wall of the shop, far out into the reaches of the block over. He walked three times the length of the shop then as he touched the familiar golden ribbon, strewn across the floor in front of him, he turned back. Again the room shifted its shape and he opened a door to the next one, which expanded out over a vast starry field and in a zip that he was still somewhat unfamiliar with he was suddenly in a bedroom, where his ears popped and he recovered from the disorientation of the sudden snap.

Archibald was on the other side of the room, getting dressed after a long day's slumber, his lean naked body visible just barely against the darker corner of the room as he pulled on a long navy colored robe and turned to face him. “Ah. Alex, good of you to join me."

“Sure boss. Sure." Alex replied awkwardly, trying not to look at Archie's naked body, but at the same time finding himself tempted to do so. “So... you called?"

“Yes." Archie replied as he walked toward the giant bald man, steepling his fingers together as he approached. “I've had a disturbing dream. As you know... I am under orders to protect this city from unexplained magical phenomena, in fact I would even say it goes beyond this city. And as such, my mind is keenly aware the presence of magic or magical items that come nearby."

“Meaning?" Alex asked, confused.

“You do remember Eddie, yes? The young man with the affinity towards knights and having accidentally taken possession of a powerful helmet that nearly exposed magic to the entire world?"

“Yeah?"

Archibald huffed a little as he crossed his arms, dismaying Alex's ignorance. “Well. It is my task, and now it is yours; to keep items like that from revealing the world of magic to normal humans. You understand that right?"

“Yeah. I guess." Alex rubbed his bald head in confusion. “But...we got it back?"

“Well. Sort of." Archibald said. “But that's besides the point. Did you really believe that there was only one magical item to worry about? My dear boy, there are literally hundreds in the world at large. Some not even in the control of myself nor my wizardly brethren. And one...I believe might be close at hand."

“You mean there's something out there? What is it?"

Archibald shook his head. “I-am not sure, Alex." He said. “But I've had a dream...no...I daresay it was a vision in my dreams that something...something just as powerful as that knight helmet might be close. So I want to caution you, if you see or hear anything out of the ordinary, be sure to report it to me immediately. Do you understand Alex?"

“Of course I do, boss." He paused. “Did...you want me to close the shop for the day?"

“No." Archie shook his head dismissively. “No, it's too soon for that. We wouldn't want to give away that we know of these events before they happen. But do be sure to keep an ear out for anything that might sound strange or... or supernatural amongs the store patrons."

“Huh?"

“Tell me if anyone talks about anything magical happening around or two them, you beautiful idiot. And I will begin preparations to find this object before it falls into the wrong hands." Alex rubbed his head again before nodding slowly and making his way back toward the exit of the room, as the doorway opened wide to swallow him he heard Archie call to him. “And Alex?" He turned to face him. “Good work on manning the shop. I couldn't have asked for a better helper." He smiled.

Alex's cheeks went red with the compliment. “Thanks boss, that's the nicest thing I've ever--" His voice was cut off by the sudden closing of the rift and suddenly, Alex found himself standing in the middle of the shop again. The hour almost gone already. “I'm never gonna get used to that..." He uttered to himself before heading back to the front door.

***

“Edwin Marvel's Magical Music Shop." Demarcus said with a hint of confusion as he matched up the address from the professor's note to the address on the shop. “Ugh! How hokey is this? It's like the kind of place a Barbie wannabe goes to buy a fucking karaoke machine for her sweet sixteen or something..." He groaned as he crumpled the note up and tossed it in a nearby trash can. Then, as he was walking away, he could hear the paper fluttering about in the can. Turning to see it, he watched as the wind flopped it out of the can and made it fall back into the street. “What...the hell?"

He picked up the paper again and went to throw it into the can a second time when a strange sound caught his ear. He paused and listened for a moment; a cool breeze washed past his face and made him breathe deeply as he took in the refreshing air and thought it may have been the sound of the wind whistling through something. He tossed the note again and started to walk away when the sound came up again, making him freeze in place. He turned around to look, his ears keen on the noise that was sounding more and more like music. As he listened further, he began to realize that the music was coming from the store in front of him; and it was getting louder. Curious, Demarcus made his way to the sliding glass door that opened on its own as he approached the store and he walked inside. It was strange, he didn't see any sensors typical for an automatic door to work, but he didn't really think much more on it as he walked inside.

The store was littered with hundreds of different types of instruments; woodwinds to brass, percussion to strings hanging and mounted on just about every surface of the walls and shelves. He'd forgotten his earlier reservations and began to browse the shelves, trying to find the source of that strange music he was hearing. He sighed and breathed in the smell of the store; there was always something he found intoxicating about a music store. Perhaps the fresh paper smell of music books, or maybe the oil and polish used on the instruments. It was a calming feeling, and he felt intoxicated by it.

“Good afternoon, young man!"

Demarcus' attention whipped so suddenly from the rows of instruments that he nearly fell to the ground at the man's sudden appearance around the corner. He was a short, rotund, balding man in a tweed jacket and matching trousers, a black tie and belt and thick, round glasses on his face. He had an awkward, but not quite creepy smile on his face as he observed Demarcus recovering from the surprise. “Oh. Hey." Demarcus said, acknowledging the man. “I'm just browsing."

“I know!" The man replied gleefully, clapping his hands together. “You're Demarcus right? Sara said you might be coming by and I'm so glad she was right."

“Sara?" Demarcus repeated, then realized. “Oh that's Professor Avani's name. Right."

“Find something that tickles your interest?"

Demarcus was somewhat offput by the man's personality, it was eager and kind. But also a little pushy. “Not...yet?" He replied with a smile.

The man nodded. “Okay, okay. I get it, maybe you'd want to browse a little more? Sometimes that perfect instrument's just waiting to call out to someone."

“That'd be good." Demarcus replied, though he really intended to just leave the store behind and never look back. As the man vanished again from sight, he made it look like he was browsing as he slowly made his way toward the exit. But as he passed a corridor, the sound of music could be heard coming from it. “What...is that?" He asked himself as the sound began to lure him toward the hallway.

It was a faint melody, but beautifully being played on what sounded like a flute. He checked for the salesman, and seeing he wasn't in sight he headed directly down the hallway toward the back room. As he reached the end of the corridor, he listened at the swinging door he'd come to and could definitely make out the music being played from inside. He pushed the door open and found himself in a large store room at the back of the shop. As he made his way along this forgotten trove of instruments, he could hear the music playing still. It was strange, as if his ears were tingling to the sound of it. It was almost euphoric, but he'd never heard anyone play the flute like this before. As he reached the back corner of the room, he could tell he was right on top of the sound, but could see nobody back here. It was behind a box in the corner, and as he pushed it to the side, he could now see what had been calling him:

It was a flute alright, more accurately a pan flute with several small interconnected tubes to make up the instrument. Demarcus had never actually seen one before outside of some fantasy movie. No one was playing it; oddly it was rested against an air conditioning vent and the wind moving through it was actually enough to set it off. He took it in his hand and turned it over a few times; a faint purple glow disappearing from the instrument as he picked it up. “Wow. What is this?" He asked to himself as he stood up and turned around, only to see the salesman only inches behind him. “WHOA!" He jumped suddenly.

The man looked irritated. “What are you doing back here? No customers are allowed in the back store!"

“I-I'm sorry." Demarcus said as he handed the man the flute. “But I heard this all the way from in front and I wanted to know how much it was?"

“This?" The man asked curiously turning the object over in his hands. “Oh. An interesting find!"

“You...don't know your stock?"

“Of course I do, my dear boy. But the instruments are delivered on a daily basis and they're typically back here until I can catalog them and take them to the sales floor. This isn't even on sale yet."

“Oh...well how much would you want for it?"

“Hm..." The man dragged a thumb under his chin as he looked it over. “Well, it's older. But still in good condition...it's a rare instrument, you hardly see this type anymore. Tell me, what is your preferred instrument?"

Demarcus shrugged. “The flute." He said. “I guess that's how I heard this one playing?"

“Ahh maybe. Maybe?" The man said. “Okay. I'm sure I am short changing myself, but you seem like a good man. Three hundred and it's all yours."

Demarcus slipped the card from his wallet and handed it over. “Let's do this." He said.

And just like that, Demarcus was standing outside the music store he told himself he wouldn't go in, holding an instrument he never expected to pick up, all because it was leaning up against an air conditioning vent and whistling loud enough for him to hear. He continued to look at the flute as he started to walk. The way it felt as he touched it was almost like some persistent vibration tickling at his fingertips that seemed to radiate up his arms and into his chest. It was the strangest sensation. He continued along, almost completely oblivious to everything going on around him, seeing his own reflection in the shine on those pipes. It was the faint sound of his cell phone that tore his distraction away and he answered it.

“He-hello?"

“Hey man! Where are you at?"

Demarcus shook the haze off his eyes as he realized who was on the other side. “Julian? What are you--"

“Come on man, they're not going to be letting people in for long. This place is a mad house tonight!"

Demarcus gasped as he realized that he was standing under a lit street light, the sun had set and it was actually night out now. He put the flute in his back pocket and ran his hand through his hair. “Oh, shit. I completely lost track of the time. What street is the club on again?"

“Corner of Myth and Main." Julian's voice skipped for a moment, like there was a bad connection and Demarcus looked up to see the street sign reading Main, and the bumping music shaking the ground was coming from a club just on the other side of the street. “Oh! Well shit, looks like I'm here...Jules?" He asked as he looked at his phone, only to find it had completely died on him. “Oh that was weird." He said to himself as he made his way over to the club.

The line outside took about fifteen minutes to pass through, but once he was in he was a little overwhelmed. The music was hitting the ground so hard that it was a constant bass beat under his feet and as he walked across the floor, he was somewhat enamored by the flickering, moving light effects under his feet for every step. It was a pretty solid club and he noticed that most of the patrons including the DJ himself were all men. But he didn't really notice that until he walked up to the bar and sat on one of the stools. Even the bartender was a guy as he moved across the width of it with ease, serving drinks and taking orders all at once without skipping a beat. Demarcus jumped as a pair of hands suddenly slapped down on his shoulders and Julian moved around and sat in the seat next to him.

“What'dya think? This place is pretty epic right?"

Demarcus shrugged indifferently. “Pretty loud!" He replied, his ears thumping with the music.

“Right?" Julian repeated with a laugh before waving the bartender over. “Couple shots of whiskey!" He called to the man who nodded and extracted a pair of shot glasses, sliding them onto the bar and filling them expertly to the rims. Both Julian and Demarcus grabbed their glasses and shot them down in a single gulp.

As Demarcus breathed his way through the burn he leaned in closer to Julian. “Yo. Is this a gay bar or something? Where are the girls?" He asked.

“You suddenly care about who shows up at a madhouse like this?" Julian asked. “If it puts your mind at ease, I saw Colby and his girlfriend about half an hour ago. Somewhere around the dance floor."

“I better avoid that one then."

Julian nodded and raised his glass, indicating to the bartender for a second round, which was amply provided. They drank and put their glasses down, Demarcus feeling a bit more relaxed now as he leaned against the bar. He looked around and pondered why Julian would meet him somewhere there was almost exclusively guys but he suddenly didn't really care as the urge to let some of the liquid out of his body began to rise. He got up. “Whew gotta go take a piss, be right back." He said as he headed back into the crowd, across the dance floor to the marked bathrooms.

On his way there, Demarcus noticed Colby and his girlfriend Kelly talking in one of the corridors leading toward the front door. She was clearly upset and he was being his usual, dumb casual self, holding a bottle of beer with his arm resting on her shoulder like a complete tool.

“Come on Kel. You know we got in here only because of my natural influence right?" He said as he clicked bottles with a buddy of his standing nearby.

Kelly wasn't having any of it, her face was practically red under the bad fluorescent lighting that illuminated the front hall. “Colby, I don't like it here. It gives the worst vibes imaginable, some guy almost clocked my face on the way in. I ripped my skirt, broke a pump and you're just telling me to “shake it off"?"

“Look, babe. I know things are looking down right now. But come on, you got me to help--"

“I'm not asking. Colby--take. Me. Home."

Colby stared long and hard into her eyes and frowned. “Alright. Give me just a few minutes and I can take you--"

He was cut off by the sudden burst of sound of her hand striking his face. “I'm not going to 'wait' for you and your scum friends to buy another round. I'm out of here. I hate it here!" She exclaimed as she stormed off. Colby looked somewhat distraught, and that brought a sense of karmic satisfaction to Demarcus; but as lousy as Colby treated him, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He also noticed that he wasn't following her and not even being noticed by him, Demarcus moved on.

The bathrooms were separated, but could take in multiple occupants he stepped inside and made his way to the urinal, trying to avoid the gazes of the other men in the room. Some of them were pretty attractive, but he'd never admit it. He's never had a serious girlfriend, maybe one or two dates with a couple of girls, but it never developed into anything serious. He'd begun to wonder if there was something wrong with him but...as he grew into college, he began to realize exactly what he had tastes in and he was nervous about ever showing that off. Especially to Julian; his childhood best friend had become a crush, and now it was to the point where he wasn't sure if they'd still be friends if he knew. He just needed a change...he needed to break out of his shell and take chances every now and again. As he thumped his head against the wall, he realized that something against his ass was beginning to feel warm...growing hotter, and hotter. He winced and grabbed at his pocket and realized it was the flute that was causing it to burn and on impulse, he snatched it out of his pants and it started to burn his fingers and as soon as he looked down at them, he could see something strange:

Demarcus' hands were changing, all of a sudden instead of his slender musician's fingers he could see that they were becoming thicker. A shimmering purple color enveloping them, coming directly off the flute in his hands and the color began to climb up his body. He gasped in shock and threw himself back, trying to throw the flute away. But he couldn't let go, he instead held on tighter as he flung himself backwards and into a stall.

“What the fuck?!" He exclaimed in surprise, hearing his voice come out suddenly deeper; huskier as he continued to try and pry the instrument from his hands. His body was shaking now; uncontrollably, as though electricity were surging through it. He grabbed at his shirt with a free hand and realized that his body was getting too big for it, his skin pressing tight against the fabric as he tried to grab it and rip it free. His scalp was burning now, he reached up to feel his hair beginning to wear away with the wipe of his fingers, the tingling of his hair falling out covering his scalp as his body continued to get larger in size. He felt a nub--no, two nubs now on the top of his head, he could feel the bulging pressing against the skin of his head and grow in size as he kept his hand there. There was a quake of warmth that shot through his body and as he managed to rip out of his shirt he looked down to realize that his stomach had grown in size as well, and it had covered itself in a dark brown layer of fur. The stall door had closed behind him as he fell in, and he could hear people outside whispering and banging on the door.

“Yo, buddy you okay in there?" Someone asked as he pounded against the door.

“Just....fine!" Demarcus replied back, but his voice was much deeper than before and had a gravelly tone to it. He grabbed his throat in surprise and felt every muscle in his neck spasming with the intensity of the moment.

Demarcus kicked his foot and his shoe fell off, revealing a cloven hoof underneath it. His body continued to expand, his butt getting bigger as his pants were threatening to rip themselves off as well. The knocking at the stall door began to get more and more intense as he had the urge to bring the flute to his lips and begin playing. He watched as his fingers worked along the edge of the flute and he reached his other hand down to stop himself from giving in, only for his other hand to grab hold of it as well.

Demarcus brought the flute to his lips and began to play a tune from it; he watched as purple notes began to float up from the object, hovering into the air before popping and sending out smaller rings of purple energy that went directly through the stall door and immediately, the banging from the other side stopped as the man from the other side began to groan and grunt uncontrollably. He opened the door and could see that the man was now on the floor, his hands ripping at his pants as he too was undergoing a similar transformation. His cock was hard as it was flung from his jeans with so much force that it slapped against his expanding belly and he began to uncontrollably jack himself off. Demarcus hadn't even realized he was still playing the flute until he heard the music echoing in the bathroom and as he made his way toward the exit, the bathroom door opened up and at least three others in various stanges of change themselves rushed in and began to assault the one on the ground. He watched them engulf his cock while exchanging kisses and their own hard, throbbing erections with him in turn. He turned to exit the bathroom and the door slammed shut behind him. An explosive force from the flute suddenly shot out around him and swirled through everyone he could see, immediately giving them new features and making them grow in size. As Demarcus made his way through the sea of men, he felt lured by them; their asses being almost immediately grabbed by others, he watched as one man, still in the midst of his transformation as thrown up against the wall, his hips pulled out behind him, and a tongue immediately placed alongside it.

The sight of so many men eating ass got him going as well. His cock sprang to life in record time and as he made his way down another hallway, the urge suddenly overwhelmed him, and he grabbed a stranger by the arm and pushed him up against the wall. He crouched down and began to drag his tongue along the musky trail between the man's taint and his ass. Tasting as the fuzz curled over his tongue as he made his way to the dark center and began to press his tongue inward. The man moaned loudly and jutted his hips back, pressing it deep over Demarcus' tongue, allowing it to push even deeper and deeper inward. “Mmmmm." Demarcus growled lustfully as he ate the man out. As the man grabbed the wall and began to push his hips backward, Demarcus felt his flute vibrate against his hip again and as he looked at it, a massive blast of energy shot out from it, suddenly plunging the entire club into pitch blackness.

Out in the main bar, the music having gone the lights having gone completely out, the people started to scramble for phones for flashlights, for anything to shed a little illumination. As the panic began to grow, a faint noise could be heard from the next room and as the lights suddenly came on, Demarcus charged in, playing his pan flute effortlessly as he made his way across the floor and to the DJ's booth. The DJ; instantly entranced by the flute's sounds began to become engulfed in the deep purple color coming from the instrument. As everyone watched in a suspense of shock, the DJ's eyes illuminated in an ominous, shocking color and he thrust his hands onto the synthesizer he'd been using, matching the beats Demarcus was playing from his flute. The DJ's body writhed and suddenly began to transform as well, becoming muscular and fat all at once as the man's chest, then his neck and face became a blanket of deep purple fur while Demarcus danced in front of the station, playing his music for everyone to hear.

Demarcus was completely unrecognizable; a thick, chubby, fur-colored satyr with a pair of full, curved dark horns on top of his head, a chocolate brown layer of fur and a thin, elongated muzzle that whizzed back and forth along the instrument, playing music loudly and infectiously as it spread through the club.

Immediately, Julian noticed that the patrons and the bartender around him had begun to convulse and to transform themselves. Everyone was losing control. As clothes fell off the patrons, they began to coalesce and enter riotous and lewd acts. As he watched the bartender fall onto his bar, his belly and cock were standing straight up as he pulled two of the newly transformed satyrs toward him and began to move his mouth from one cock to another while they both loomed over him and began to suck him off. Their thin, serpentine-like tongues wrapping around his dark flesh as they took turns bobbing down over the head. Their pants ripping and falling off of them. Suddenly, Julian felt it too; a sudden burning sensation that now shot through his back and sent him collapsing to the floor. He howled in anguish, unsure if he should give into this lust unsure if he should join in with everyone else.

From across the room, his eyes locked with Demarcus' and the man grinned wildly at Julian. He turned to the DJ's booth and pulled him into a deep, entrancing kiss. Tangling his tongue around his and inhaling the man as he activated the recording options and pressed 'Play' to allow his track to begin looping through the station and causing it to reverberate through the room. Pounding loud and hard into the floor under their feet, he slowly pulled away and made his way, dancing across the floor toward Julian.

“Jules..." He whispered deeply as he pulled the man into a long, deep kiss and allowing Julian's body to give in to the impending transformation.

Their lips did not release as Julian howled in response and his body began to transform against Demarcus' body. Demarcus' hands wrapped around Julian and he began to tear at his pants, ripping them down in a rough, feverish tear. Shredding them off and discarding them before doing the same with Julian's nice shirt. His body was already shaping out into the build of a typical satyr, though his horns weren't growing in as fast. He was growing hairier on the body, his fur coarse but soft to the touch at the same time. Their fevered lips trembling against the others as the orgy erupted around them; and even then, Julian felt like it was only the two of them.

Demarcus grabbed Julian and moved him to the floor under the bar, his lips and his tongue moving from his mouth, it began to slide down his chest, stopping briefly to nip and to slurp at his nipples before moving further south. Reaching the thick bush around his crotch Demarcus pushed it back and then wrapped his lips around Julian's swollen, thick, stubby arousal and pushed down the flesh with a tightness that made him feel every inch.

“Ah--hah...Dem..." He moaned as his hands clutched at Demarcus' horns and pulled at him urgently. He'd wanted this for a long time, and now something in him, something in this music was bringing it out. Despite the burning sensation at the top of his head, the cool sensation of his hair falling from his scalp he simply spread his knees apart and gave the man enough room to engulf his cock. He howled in pleasure and felt Demarcus' mouth drive all the way down to the base of his shaft and his tongue wrap around his thick, heavy balls. “I've wan-wanted this for the longest time." He muttered as his hips bucked harder into the satyr's warm, wet mouth, hearing a slick, sloppy sound each time his length popped into and out of Demarcus' lips.

Demarcus didn't say anything at first, focused solely on tasting Julian's nectar. He inhaled and exhaled sharply, his mouth grinding faster and harder down on the transforming satyr cock in his mouth. His lips smacked against the flesh over and over again, tasting the bitter-sweet fluids now draining out of him like a faucet. Julian let out a loud gasp and grunted as he began to unleash a torrent of cum into his mouth and Demarcus only pulled him in closer and tighter until he released the spurting cock with a messy grin of his own. He rolled the other satyr back and began to run his wet, slippery tongue over Julian's ass. Pressing his tongue down into him and stretching it with the muscle. Julian was flush, his body temperature was off the charts and that lustful gaze he was giving was more than enough to keep him hard.

The ass was sweet and warm, and now getting wetter and wetter with his saliva. Demarcus gave the other satyr a playful smack on the ass and then positioned himself up on top of it. He pressed the head of his cock against Julian's entrance and with hardly a word, he pressed inward. Julian let out a loud gasp of pleasure and pulled Demarcus in for another kiss. They both exhaled sharply, washing hot air over the other's face as they were joined. He thrust in deeper and deeper, grabbing at Julian, as Julian reached down and grabbed Demarcus' ass, pulling him harder and faster into him. Their bodies becoming one; over and over again as they kissed under the beating, dancing lights that swirled around them. The DJ's booth still playing a mix of his flute's music along with the sounds of their powerful house bass, giving it a modern, folkish twist.

Around them were the bodies of at least fifty to eighty people mostly fully transformed now; several couples and triples were fucking together, a few were going at themselves solo with their hands and various instruments to coat themselves in as much of their satyr cum as possible. Everyone lost to the beat as their transformations continued for several minutes. To his surprise, a pair of hands reached up and grabbed his ass, Demarcus turned to see a ginger-colored satyr behind him, drawing his lips back in a wild, lust filled smile. He smirked back and reached one arm behind him to force the man's face deep into the cleft of his ass. He willingly and eagerly began to drive his tongue into Demarcus' warm, deep hole and he growled as he pushed his ass out to meet him, almost burying the creature's face in his arm, round ass. He didn't let it detract from his moment with Julian as his other hand continued to lift his friend and coax them together and together again. He could feel the other satyr's tongue exploring his as, pushing deeper and deeper as he continued to pound into the hole tightly wrapped around his cock. He growled and huffed as he drew closer and closer to his own climax.

Demarcus let out a bellowing roar and thrust inward as he loomed over Julian's willing body, climaxing hard and sending deep, rippling pulses of cum deep into the satyr's waiting hole. Julian came again as well, cumming all over himself as Demarcus continued to press into his body with a heavy amount of lust poured on. Demarcus flooded Julian's ass and cum began to spill out over the both of them, draining down to the floor under them.

After a while Julian and Demarcus spotted Colby sitting alone at the back of the room, watching the insanity from a safe distance, stroking his massive satyr cock observing his black fur and glossed fluff as he twisted at his nipples idly. His girlfriend was long gone; but he particularly didn't seem to worry or care. They could both tell it was him though; only one man had his particular smell.

Wordless, the pair walked up to Colby and while Julian grabbed his arms, Demarcus grabbed his hips and together they threw him to his hands and knees. “H-hey! Back off!" He exclaimed as he pushed both of them away. With a fiery look in his eyes, Julian grabbed the satyr by the face and stared into his. His tongue sliding from one side of his mouth to the other.

“Come on Colby...you know you want it..." He said tauntingly.

Demarcus grabbed the satyr by the hips, hoisting him up and dragging his teeth along the man's firm backside, watching the muscles of his ass ripple in response to the touch on his sensitive areas. “Mmm I know I been wanting to do this for a while." He teased as he grabbed Colby's ass and spread his cheeks apart. As he dragged his tongue along the man's taint, pulling it up toward his ass, he was surprised how well maintained and clean Colby's ass was. For a man who was so against being with other guys, he definitely kept himself up on it. That only made his tongue more eager to dive in. He inhaled sharply and exhaled as he did so, squeezing and dragging his fingers along his ass as Colby gave a gasp of pleasure. He was still trying to pull away but his fight was getting weaker as his fingers clutched into the flooring underneath them. Before he could object more, Julian grabbed the new satyr by the chin and directed his cock into his mouth. Colby's body trembled on impulse and he moaned, taking the offering and driving his mouth to Julian's hilt, Colby's face slapping so hard against Julian's stomach that there was a soft slapping sound and his muscle rippled slightly.

Julian grabbed the back of Colby's head and began to fuck his mouth with a lolling satyr tongue dangling from his mouth while Demarcus de-flowered the bully's virgin ass with his tongue, pressing in and spreading the muscle out with every slow drag of his appendage. Colby's moans and grunts of objection soon got slower and more methodical, his cock was so hard that it was dripping strings of precum onto the floor and he was beginning to spread his legs out, giving Demarcus more ass to eat out.

Demarcus retracted his tongue from Colby's ass and then stood behind him, he dragged his cock along the bully's rough-furred, warm, rounded butt and guided it toward his hole. And before Colby could object, he thrust his girth into him; making Colby's voice grow an octave higher and start to tremble. As Julian grabbed his head and forced him to keep from speaking, Demarcus grabbed his hips and drove himself deeper and deeper into him. Until they were just one of a hundred horny satyrs that filled the dance club.

Julian came first, suddenly feeling his cock go over the edge, he gave out a loud, long moan of pleasure as he began to flood Colby's mouth, watching his cheeks push out and a stream of white pour from his mouth as he couldn't keep up with the task of swallowing. Demarcus wasn't far behind, grabbing down so hard on Colby's hips he let out a bellowing snarl to roar as he too began to pump another round of hot white seed into his ass. Against the black fur it was easy to see the shots spurting out, Colby trembled and let out a strange noise, somewhere between a choke and a gasp as he started to shoot his load across the floor under him. As he came, Demarcus and Julan looked at one another, smirked wickedly and began to make out over the writhing, whimpering bully now sandwiched between them like a spit roasted pig.

As suddenly as it began though, everything suddenly came to a stop as the entire club once again lost all power. The lights around them going off in dramatic fashion. After several moments of confusion, a light from the door flashed on, suddenly flooding the entire room with its brilliance and revealing the many, many satyrs currently engaged with others as Alex walked in. Striding boldly across the floor with a massive machine in his arms and coating the entire room in a thick, almost noxious green gas.

Several satyrs recoiled in response to this. Others tried to attack Alex, but the massive human simply punched them away and coated them with the gun. “Back, beasts! Back!" He called out from behind a heavy gas mask as rolling clouds of green fog began to slowly start reversing the effects of the music.

“No, no, no. This can't happen!" Demarcus exclaimed as he growled and stood. But Julian grabbed his hand.

“No. Demarcus let's go. Let's just get out of here."

As Alex reached the DJ's podium, he spotted the instrument sitting on the station with the half-dazed man sitting in the booth, covered with semen and completely lost in a daze. He reached for the instrument, but instantly heard someone shout “No!" and a weathered looking cane smacking his hand away from it. Archibald had suddenly appeared, dressed in cloak and hat beside him. “Don't touch it with your bare hands, you fool. Otherwise it'll trap you with its magic, we need to deal with this delicately..." He heard a roar coming from behind, and in an instant, Archie turned and waved his cane, sending the satyr backwards with a flash of white light. “No. Delicately, light. Sound. Smell. Those are powerful counter agents to this hypnosis!" He lifted his cane into the air and summoned a brilliant flash of light that suddenly engulfed the entire club in a shocking storm of white illumination. It sent several of the satyrs back to their human forms almost immediately, while others struggled and continued to cling to their beastial forms. He looked irritated for a moment before sending another flash of light at them while Alex continued to sweep his cannon throughout the room.

“There..." Archie said after a time, subduing the last of the satyrs with the strength to charge at them. “Now if you'd be so kind Alex, please carefully take that instrument without letting it touch your skin."

Alex paused and stared at the podium, noticing the blank space where the flute had been moments before. “Uh...boss?"

Archibald looked to see that the flute was gone. And in this chaos, there would have been no way for them to tell who might have taken it. He groaned and clutched at his head. “Oh man, my superiors will not take this news well..."

“Maybe it's just best that we tell them we were able to contain this magical mess and not tell them we lost the flute?"

“My boy..." Archibald said with a sigh of frustration. “My dear sweet, dumb boy...they always know..."

***

The road had been a long one as Julian woke up in the passenger side of the pickup truck they had gotten in two days before. Aside from gas stops, they'd really had nowhere they were planning on being. Their thick satyr bodies almost sweltering in the cab of the small truck as it drove aimlessly along the empty highway for miles upon miles. He turned to look at Demarcus in the driver's seat, who glanced at him softly. The only sound in the truck being the sound of the occasional bump in the pavement that shook the vehicle as it continued on. Julian smiled softly and grabbed Demarcus' hand, who squeezed it gently in response.

They were in the wilderness now; nothing but thick forest and foliage surrounding them as they made their way toward the mountains well outside their state. And as the truck came to a stop, Julian noticed a beautiful river not far off the main road. They got out and walked toward the water, hearing it trickling in from a small stream, the bubbling water noise drowning out some of the insects they'd heard prior to walking up. The crisp air of the morning a fog on their breaths as they sat at the river's edge.

Demarcus fiddled with the flute in his fingers. “So...this is it." He growled. “I leave this here and we can go back to the way things were." He turned it over and laughed a bit. “Funny, it doesn't hold the same power over me as it did the other night. It might be easier to let it go."

“What do you mean?"

“The other night it...had this all-consuming power over me, I never felt anything like it. I wanted to fuck everything in that room, anything that had a pulse." He looked at Julian. “Until I saw you."

“Then what?" Julian asked, his cheeks warm.

“Then I wanted...you. Only you." He shrugged. “I guess it'd been that way for a while."

“Why didn't you tell me?"

Demarcus shook his head. “It doesn't matter...I just..."

Julian placed his large hand on Demarcus' hand and as the two looked at each other, they kissed. Brown satyr and gray satyr sitting with their hooves in the cool river water at six on a Monday morning. Their lips parted. “I've wanted you too...but I didn't know that until you..." He grinned and placed a hand on Demarcus' cheek so their eyes would meet. “The beastly you came over to me with that want, that need in your eye. That's when I understood."

“So you don't want to..."

They kissed again, this time, Demarcus wrapping his arms around Julian's waist as he pulled their bodies together. Oh there could be plenty of time to lure others into their den, to have their way with the random stranger passersby; to transform them with the flute and send them away completely unaware of what had happened. As long as they were together, that's all that mattered.

The truck sat empty after that, police would find it and have it towed away two months later. No clues left behind that they were there, nor any explanation what happened to Demarcus King and Julian Wilson; flyers would go up depicting them, but no one...at least that the mortal world could recall, would see the two of them again.

THE END?