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Sharon waited anxiously outside of Crockett Hall, Room 215, for Dawn Faraday to emerge. She grasped the book in shaking hands, moist with anticipation.

Finally, the door opened, and she sprang to her feet, looking for the telltale long auburn hair and deep blue eyes of her would-be savior. Her usual ensemble consisted of a white dress blouse and jeans with fringe, coupled with cowboy boots and a leather vest. On days the Texas Diamond (as her friends called her) was feeling saucy, she topped it all off with a black Stetson hat. This was one of those days.

Dawn stepped from the classroom, right into the eager arms of Sharon.

"Dawn oh man oh man I've got big news you won't believe it..."

"Whoa, whoa, put it in first for a minute," she said, easing her back and away from the flow of students. "What won't I believe?"

She indicated the book with her darting eyes before looming close, in a conspiratorial whisper. "Not here. Let me show you in your dorm."

"Can it wait? I've got Poly Sci in ten minutes!"

"Trust me. This'll be worth cutting."

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"I don't believe a word of it, Sharon," Dawn murmured in her southern drawl, "though I'd really like to actually meet Pan someday."

"It's all true," Sharon replied, holding the book open for her. "I need your help. I'm sure this book has some...I don't know, spell, ritual, something...to enchant these." She held the pipes aloft.

Dawn sighed; she wanted to believe her friend, and the myths she studied and savored, but she was finding her skepticism hard to shake. "You just need me to translate?"

Sharon nodded. "If it doesn't work, I'll buy you dinner."

Her friend shot her a sly grin. "And if it does?"

The would-be satyress winked in reply.

"All right. I'll give it a shot," Dawn replied, hanging up her hat and taking a seat at her desk.

After working on the pages for almost two hours Dawn threw up her hands in exasperation. "I can't crack it," Dawn eventually announced after hours of quiet study. "I can pick out a word here or there, but the rest is all Greek to me. Or Latin. Or whatever it is."

"What words did you recognize?"

"Not enough to do anything with," Dawn said. She held up the book to Sharon and pointed out a few words. "This one is 'forest', this one is 'leg', and this one is 'wheat'."

"That doesn't tell me anything useful," Sharon said, "Thanks for trying though."

Dawn said, "I'd like to keep the book for a few days and keep working on it. I think I just need to clear my head and try again later."

Sharon looked away. "Um...it kind of belongs to Julie. She doesn't know I have it."

"Oh, really," Dawn groaned. "Did she want you to become a satyress?"

"Yes. She's the one who first introduced me to Pan."

"Then she won't mind me lending you a hand too, will she?"

Sharon shrugged. "Guess not. I think she's still in the forest, anyway."

With that, Sharon said her good-byes and returned home. She idled the next few days trying to make her Pan Pipes work, and wondering where Julie was (she had still not returned home).

The ringing of her phone three days later, coupled with Dawn's number on the Caller ID, made Sharon jump with delight.

She yanked the receiver to her ear. "Dawn? What's up? Good news, right?"

Her friend sighed. "I got through some more of the book."

"Yeah, and?"

Dawn replied with, "I'm not sure what I read...but I woke up this morning a cup size bigger!" Dawn said.

Sharon smiled. The book was real. "Be careful with that book," Sharon said.

"Now you warn me. None of my bras fit anymore!"

"I'll stop and get you a new one on my way over. I'll be there soon."

"You're coming now?"

"Well, yeah. You can read the book now, right?"

Dawn said, "I, uh, read something else I didn't quite understand. I'm worried about what's going to happen."

"All right, Dawn. Just try to relax. Whatever it is, it won't be bad."

"You sure about that?" Dawn replied nervously.

Sharon chuckled. "Trust me."

One hour later, Sharon arrived at Dawn's dorm, three D-cup size bras in tow. After being buzzed in, she ascended to the third floor and knocked on her door, and waited in the hallway until she heard Dawn unlock it.

"C'mon in, Sharon," she said. Sharon raised an eyebrow as she opened the door.

Dawn was within the room, clad only in her trademark leather vest and jeans, her back facing the door.

"Dawn?" Sharon asked softly. "What's wrong?"

"They...they grew again." She turned to face Sharon, revealing the DD-size globes of breast flesh that pushed her vest toward her friend. Sharon shrugged as she discarded the bag of still-too-small bras aside.

"Oh, Dawn," she said, stroking her shoulder reassuringly. "Has anything else changed?"

Dawn looked away. "It...it's too embarrassing."

"Your pubes...they're fur now, aren't they?"

The Texas Diamond looked up in amazement at Sharon. "How did you know that?"

"That's how it happened with me, too," she shrugged.

Dawn shied away from Sharon's touch; it suddenly felt far too enjoyable. "God, Sharon, I can't think straight! I'm worried, and I'm horny, and my crotch...it itches, but I'm afraid to scratch it! I already took my panties off, but I still feel...wrong...being clothed!"

Sharon gave her a warm, reassuring smile. "Just relax. Take a shower, and wrap yourself in a robe. We'll deal with the book when you're ready."

Dawn sniffed and nodded, making her way to the shared bathroom for an hour-long shower. When she returned, Sharon was intently studying the book, along with handwritten notes Dawn had made of the translation.

"Sharon?" she spoke softly, unintentionally sensuously. "What are you doing?"

She shrugged. "I'm excited. Maybe I haven't failed Pan's test after all."

Dawn sat down next to her. "Did all this happen to you, just like this?"

Sharon gave her a sound nod. "More or less."

"I'm turning into a satyress, aren't I?"

Sharon smiled. "Maybe. Time will tell."

The pair continued to study the book for several more hours, making better headway then before, until Dawn's attention fluttered along with her eyelids.

"You're about to zonk out, Dawn. Mind if I stay over?"

"Sure," she yawned, dragging herself up and across the room. She errantly tossed off her robe before collapsing naked on her bed. Dawn sprawled across the covers and fell fast asleep.

Sharon followed suit, camping out in the unused bed in the room (Dawn's previous roommate had dropped out and left early in the semester). Sharon woke up in the middle of the night and decided to check on Dawn. Who knows what changes her friend had undergone during the night? Sharon quietly walked into Dawn's bedroom, but found the bed empty.

Next Sharon checked the table where Dawn had her books and notes set up and found that all of Dawn's translations and the book itself were missing.

"Dawn?" Sharon called out in a quiet voice.

"In here," Dawn's voice came back from the kitchen. Sharon entered the kitchen to find Dawn sitting barely clothed at the table, drinking deeply from a bottle.

"I had a craving for wine," she said evenly. Judging by the open liquor cabinet and the two empty bottles already decorating the table, coupled with the lack of slurring on Dawn's part, she must have been further along than previously thought.

"I'd say so," Sharon laughed. "Mind if I join you?"

Dawn gave a flourishing gesture toward the liquor cabinet. Sharon picked her own bottle, and took a seat next to her friend at the table.

"I wanted to keep working," Dawn said.

"Still scared?" Sharon asked, uncorking her bottle and taking a swig.

Dawn thought about it for a moment. "I'm not sure if I should be. Pan always was my fav of the gods. Him, and Dionysus," she snickered.

"Dionysus?"

Dawn gave her an incredulous look. "The wine god. Now, THEY knew how ta fuckin' par-tay!" she shouted and laughed.

Sharon joined her in several hours of revelry and merriment, forgetting momentarily about the book. Both girls continued to drink, gradually going from pleasantly buzzed to completely drunk as the night wore on.

The mini-party continued as the girls emptied what few bottles were in the liquor cabinet. Neither was ordinarily a heavy drinker, but tonight the lure of alcohol seemed too strong to resist and they both put away more than their fair shares of drinks.

As the night wore on and both girls became more inebriated, they found themselves down to the last bottle of wine. They decided to split it and then call it a night.

Dawn took a swig from the bottle. Then she handed it back to Sharon and pulled the towel she was wearing from around her waist. "You think I could just shave it off?" she asked, referring to the pubic fur she now possessed.

"It'd just grow back," Sharon said between drinks.

"Damn. It really bugs me. These too," she said, cupping her large bare breasts.

"You wear them well," Sharon said as she passed the bottle back. "I'm sorry you got wrapped up in this. It was nice of you to help with the book."

"Yeah, uh huh," Dawn said. "I ever tell you why I study mythology?"

"With all I drank tonight, I can barely remember that you study mythology."

"I'll tell ya," Dawn said in a drunken ramble. Chances are she wouldn't even remember this conversation in the morning. "I'll tell ya, but you have to promise not to laugh."

"Promise."

"I always wanted ta prove shome of those mythical creaturesh exist, then write a book 'bout it. Looks like I'm my own cashe study now."

Sharon gave her a sympathetic look. "Are you really that upset about this?"

Dawn thought it over for a minute before finally shrugging. "Not sure. It'sh scary 'n strange, but it somehow feels...I dunno...right."

"I still can't figure out why you're changing. I was further along than you."

"Maybe 'cause I read the shtuff out loud. You haven't, least not yet."

Sharon stroked her chin thoughtfully. "Can I see those notes?"

"Shure," Dawn slurred as she handed Sharon the pages.

After taking a moment to read over the translations, Sharon cleared her throat, and with hope in her heart, spoke the passages aloud.

Sharon took the notes and began to read aloud: "Satyressema turnama shentle, uh, vonnna Sharon karzan slumpena."

"Shharon, no!" Dawn said, equally drunk, "Don't slur it!"

"Why, whaat difference it makes?"

At first, Sharon didn't feel anything beyond a slight ripple of energy. It seemed to settle mostly in her fingertips and lips, though remnants lingered over all her flesh.

"Ooohhh...Dawn...feels kinda weird..."

Sharon wobbled forward, threatening to topple, when Dawn instinctively reached out to brace her fall. Sharon's hands landed right on Dawn's ample bosom and very slightly hairy thighs, allowing the tingles to flow into her like a completed circuit.

"Aaahhh...uuuggghh..." Dawn's head lolled back in pure sensuality as she swam in the blissful feelings. She gave in to the urge to touch herself, to feel the thick, curly fur as it slowly spread down her thighs toward her knees, to touch the tapering points of her ears and tiny protrusions of horns at her forehead as they prodded forth.

Sharon shook herself loose from her own reverie, taking her hands off the transforming girl and forcing them into the air.

"Aaaahhh...that...that felt sooo good," Dawn moaned, her satyr chrysalis grinding to a halt with the loss of Sharon's touch. "Do it again, Sharon! Please?"

Sharon shook her head. "I'm...I'm afraid to, Dawn. Apparently, I can change you, but what if you can't come back?"

The demi-satyress shrugged, still awash in the sensations of her transformation. "Then why not see if you can change yourself, Sharon? Maybe this power'll work on you, too."

Inspiration struck Sharon, and she snapped her fingers as if to seal the deal. "Got a better idea," Sharon replied, heading back into the bedroom area of the dorm.

Dawn peeked through the open archway, absent-mindedly cupping her breasts and tracing the points of her ears as Sharon rummaged through her overnight bag.

"Yes!" she said, proudly holding her Pan Pipes aloft. She wasn't sure if the tingling feeling at the contact meant anything in regard to the makeshift instrument, but that was the hope she held.

"Ooohh," Dawn sighed in delight. "Are those what I think they are?"

"Yup. And with any luck, they'll be more than that in a moment."

With that, Sharon brought to Pipes to her lips, and began to play.

Sharon held the pipes to her lips and began to play, but immediately dropped the pipes and began to hack and spit the fur from her mouth.

"The hell?" she said, retching. She looked at the pipes on the floor and found them covered in fast-growing fur! Sharon's Satyr Touch had changed them!

"Dammit!" she exclaimed, frustrated at the outcome.

Sharon and Dawn sat in quiet, sad contemplation for the next sixty minutes. Sharon occasionally wept in frustration, borrowing Dawn's shoulder to cry on. The demi-satyress gave her time to be sad, but still prodded her forward to find a solution.

Just when Sharon was feeling her lowest, Dawn suddenly swooned in the chair beside her.

"Ooohhhh, bad head trip," she moaned, reaching up to feel the small twin nubs of keratin recede into her forehead.

"Dawn!" Sharon exclaimed. "You're changing back!"

"Oh, is thaaaat what thiiisss iiiisss?" she groaned, holding onto consciousness by a thread as her fur regressed and her ears blunted themselves once more. She felt her breasts shrink back to their normal C's. Her crotch fur shriveled back into a neatly-trimmed nest of human pubic hair, and with it, her raging libido subsided.

"Ugh," she groaned as her eyes rolled into her head; she slumped her head against the table and sank into sleep.

"Poor thing," Sharon sighed, as she rose to help her into bed. She almost instinctively wrapped Dawn's arm across her shoulder before remembering her "gift," and settled instead on retrieving Dawn's furry-silk robe to cover her naked body, along with a now-furry pillow for her drooping head.

By the time Dawn woke two hours later, the fur had almost completely sloughed from the Pipes. They were bare as when they had been plucked form the river, seemingly so long ago.

Dawn dragged her mind kicking and screaming from sleep, noticing Sharon sitting contemplatively in a furry chair, eyeing the pipes.

"Hey," Sharon said drowsily. "I'd offer to get you an aspirin, but it'd just give you a fur ball."

"No need," Dawn mumbled, waving her hand dismissingly, "I feel okay. Any ideas?"

"It's losing the fur, but there's no way I can touch it."

Dawn looked off into the distance for a minute, before speaking again. "I had a dream while I was zonked out. It gave me an idea that might work."

"Do tell," Sharon replied, propping her elbow on the table. The wood began growing fur beneath the bare point.

Dawn cleared her throat. "I was a satyress, doing the natural things. That included playing the Pipes."

Sharon nodded. "I've had the same dream. Can't really happen now."

"Maybe it could. Sharon, I want you to turn me completely into a satyress. Maybe then, those pipes will work for me, and I can change you."

Her eyes flew open in surprise. "Dawn...no, I can't. What if you can't become human again? What if it doesn't work the way we think it would?"

"And what if it does? Face it, Sharon; we're about out of options here. The book's only going to tell us so much more. This is the best chance we've got to become satyresses."

Sharon gave her an odd look. "We?"

"Yeah, we," Dawn smirked. "I liked what little I've felt, and I want more." Slowly, she leaned toward Sharon's bare hand. "Please, Sharon, please do this...for both of us."

Sharon was just about to give her answer when she suddenly heard the voice of Julie shout, "Stop!"

Both girls turned to see Julie standing naked in the doorway. Moreover, she was human again.

"Thank Pan I've found you," she said, "You must come with me immediately. The Satyr Touch is legendary, and now that you possess it you mustn't waste it. You are fated to complete the legacy."

"Slow down," Dawn said, "Who are you?"

Sharon took care of the introductions and asked Julie to explain just what this legend was. Julie explained that, "I didn't recognize her at first, but Dawn is actually Pan's long-lost daughter."

Dawn was struck completely dumb by the revelation. "You mean...I'm...a Goddess?"

Julie smiled. "Long ago, you were Princess of all satyrs. You were born of a tryst, quite an amusing one at that, between Pan and Demeter, Goddess of the hunt and of all things wild. They raised you in turn; Demeter kept you during the winter months, to show you the ways of nature and to ease the grief when her other daughter Persephone was living in Tartarus with Hades, while Pan raised you in the ways of the satyrs with his kin during the warm months."

Dawn shrugged. "Explains my attitude. Wow."

"And your interests in mythology and the great outdoors," Sharon piped in.

Julie gave them both a loving smile. "Come, there is no time to waste. I must show you how to use the Satyr Touch, so that Dawn may blossom into her true powers."

Sharon nodded vehemently. "Of course. If I may ask, what will happen to me?"

Julie looked Sharon deep in the eyes, and said, "For now, as long as you possess the Satyr Touch, you must remain human. For you are the Emissary."

"Emissary?" Sharon asked.

"Yes," Julie said, "You are the one who will bridge the gap between satyrs and humans. Your role in what is to come has been destined. Do you think it was an accident you needed a roommate, and that I'm the one who came to rent it?"

"This is unreal," Dawn said, shaking the cobwebs from her brain.

"So when do I get to be a satyr?" Sharon asked.

"When your work is done. There is much to do, you know. There are certain things the satyrs need done in the human world, and it's your job to complete those tasks."

"What sort of tasks?"

Julie said. "First things first. Let's take care of Dawn."

Sharon smiled along with Julie. As Dawn sat in amazement, Julie removed her clothing and knelt reverently before her. "My Princess," she spoke proudly, changing herself into her true form. Dawn gazed in rapt amazement as Julie's ankles rose and her toes fused into cloven hooves, gasped in wonder at the growth of her tail and horns, and touched her curly fur and twitching goat's ears.

"Amazing," Dawn whispered. "Just like my dreams."

"The Emissary Sharon will help you find your true self, your Highness. Once you have become, you shall wear that form until the end of time. While you may use your divine powers to disguise yourself, you will always be satyr, always a Goddess.

Julie slowly, dutifully raised her eyes. "Are you ready to return, Princess Dawn?"

"Can I have some time to do some things first? Say good-bye to some people?" Dawn asked.

"Well," Julie said, "I suppose so. I mean, the satyrs have gone without you for centuries. Another day or two won't hurt."

"There's so much I need to do," Dawn said. She grabbed a sheet of paper from her notebook and began scribbling a list.

"What do you want to do?" Sharon asked as she caused the pencil she was twirling to grow fur.

"A lot," Dawn said, "But I can narrow it down to just a few places and people." She continued writing, and Sharon peered over her shoulder to read the first item on the list Lose Virginity

Right at the top of the list it sat. Dawn even underlined it for emphasis.

"Maybe Julie could help you with that," Sharon said, half-jokingly.

"It would be my pleasure to serve in any way I can. May I see?" Julie asked. Dawn nodded, and showed her the paramount goal.

When Julie read her intention, she became mischievously aroused. "I would love to help you with that, Princess." Julie said.

"Uh," Dawn stammered, "Thanks but I don't swing that way."

"Are you sure? Once you've gone goat you'll never go back."

Dawn shuddered in disgust at the thought. When she opened her eyes again after a moment she saw Julie was back in her human form. "Perhaps this is more pleasing?" she said.

Dawn said "Well, maybe...I don't know. I've never done anything...I mean, not like that before."

Julie smiled warmly. "It's nothing to fear, Princess. It's perfectly natural for a satyr. Pleasure is pleasure, no matter who gives it or receives it."

Sharon gave Julie a warm smile. "You taught me that. I never really thanked you."

"Don't worry. You already have." Her attention refocused on Dawn. "Will you accept me as your lover, Princess?"

Dawn exchanged a glance with Sharon, who gave her an affirming nod.

She sighed as she looked back to Julie. "Yes...yes, I will."

"Excellent. I am greatly honored." Julie rose, and slowly took Dawn's hands in her own. Julie began by giving Dawn a full-body sensual massage.

"You're too tense," Julie said, "We'll enjoy this more if you're relaxed."

"Well, I'm nervous. I've never done this before."

"How about if I give you a massage? It'll feel wondrous."

Dawn smiled and led Julie to the bedroom. She lay down on the bed and felt Julie's smooth hands rub her shoulders and work their way down her back. Dawn closed her eyes and took in the sensations.

Sharon, meanwhile, was looking at the rest of Dawn's list and was shocked when she saw Run Naked through Campus

"Why Dawn, you little minx," Sharon snickered. "Run naked through campus?"

"Yeah," she murmured, still taking in the sensations of Julie's nimble fingers caressing her skin and muscles. "It was supposed to be an initiation, back when I was pledging. I chickened out right before I was supposed to do it. I know it sounds stupid, but I always regret not doing it."

"You'd be surprised how the little things affect us," Julie whispered. "Are you enjoying this, Princess?"

Dawn smiled. "Yeaaaahhh, ooooh this feels incredible. Don't stop, please."

"As you wish, Princess," Julie replied, beginning a trek toward Dawn's backside while still massaging her neck and shoulders. Dawn shuddered a bit, but offered no resistance to Julie's touch.

"Tell you what, Dawn," Sharon offered. "We'll take the plunge with you, if you want."

"Sounds like fun," Julie agreed. "Perhaps we can attend to that, once the first mission has been accomplished."

Julie pulled the bottom of the robe up over Dawn's ass. Dawn reacted by uncinching the robe the rest of the way and discarding it off the side of the bed. She lay totally nude now on the bed as Julie continued the massage.

"Don't think I'm some easy slut," Dawn explained, "I'm not usually like this. It's just that even though we just met this evening, I feel a connection with you like I've known you for years."

"Because we are cut from the same cloth. We are both satyrs. It is an honor for me to be assisting you with this mission, Princess."

"I'm not a satyr," Dawn said, "Yet. I still can't believe I'm a princess. I mean me? Royalty? Ooh, that feels good."

"If you'll turn over I'll continue," Julie said, and Dawn did so.

Dawn smiled with the sensations, knowing she wanted them to continue.

Julie slid to the side to allow her to roll over on her bed. As she settled onto her back, her bare breasts sagged just enough to make them all the more adorable.

"Beautiful," Julie remarked, as she began working her hands along Dawn's thighs and calves, then slowly upwards toward her stomach.

"Not there," Dawn said quickly, when Julie came near to her vagina. "Not yet."

Julie smiled broadly. "In due time, Princess." She continued her slow kneading of Dawn's abs and chest, lingering near her breasts before moving toward her shoulders. Julie somehow knew Dawn's every intimate pleasure spot, fully working every sensitive area while deftly avoiding her ticklish and "turn-off" spots.

Sharon continued to watch the show from her furry chair. She was feeling more turned-on by the second, and even felt a little jealous of Dawn's position.

When Julie had no further upward to go, she continued her massage while softly kissing and breathing on Dawn's neck. She responded well to her touch, sighing as the pleasurable feel of this velvet sensuality. One of her hands rested on her stomach, while the other mingled with Julie's hair, urging her onward.

Julie kissed the shell of her ear, and blew gently inside it. "Tell me where to kiss you now, Princess," she whispered to the thoroughly aroused Daughter of Pan.

Julie obeyed her princess's command and moved the massage to Dawn's breasts. "Your beauty is even more radiant than the legends said," Julie said.

"There's a legend about me?" Dawn asked as Julie began to kiss her breasts.

"Oh yes," Julie said between kisses, "Your appetite for sexual pleasure is most renown."

"My appetite? But I've never had sex until now."

"From the beforetime, of course."

"Beforetime?" Dawn asked, "What do you mean?"

Julie moved herself next to Dawn and pulled her close into an embrace as she began to tell the story.

"A curse banished you to the human world," Julie said softly, as she gently kissed in concentric circles around Dawn's left breast. "A powerful sorceress...some say Circe herself, though it is widely disputed...was jealous of your pleasure powers, and banished you from your realm."

"Wow," Sharon said out loud.

Dawn moaned as Julie edged closer to her full nipple. "Go on...um, with the story...and that."

Julie smiled. "Without your connection to your father, you lost your satyr side, my Princess. You have reincarnated many times, each life coming close to the key that would break the curse. Now, in this life, you have the means to reclaim your divine birthright."

Dawn was about to respond when Julie's lips brushed her stiff nub. She kissed it gently, and then gave herself to licking at it and sucking it into her mouth. She loved the honor of nursing at her Princess' nipples, and sucked with fervor.

"How...uuugghhh...do we...break the curse?" Dawn moaned in cresting pleasure, while drawing Julie's other hand toward her free nipple.

Julie raised her lips slowly from the red nub, and rubbed both of Dawn's nipples as she spoke. "It is simple, and yet, difficult, which is why both Sharon and myself will need to help, Princess. To break the curse, you must turn five human women into satyresses, of their own free will."

"But I don't... ahhhh... have that kind of power."

Julie continued to massage and play with Dawn's nipples. "But you will," she said.

"And where can I find... oooh yessss... five women who want to be changed?"

"That is where Sharon and I come in," Julie said. Her hands began to creep lower and lower down Dawn's body, and this time Dawn did not tell her to stop. "She and I will help you in your search. Once we've found one who wishes the gift, you will know what to do. The secret method of transformation is known only to you...and to your father."

Dawn nodded wearily, as Julie's hands brushed down her waist and through her thatch of pubic hair. She gripped her lover's hands, and guided them along her moist slit. "Take...me..."

"As you command." Julie ran her fingers slowly, precisely along her slit for maximum pleasure. Her free hand continued to alternate between Dawn's nipples and ass. Sharon rested in her furry chair, working her hands along her own bare breasts and masturbating freely.

"Julie...please...go down on me," Dawn gasped, delirious from her heat.

Julie merely smiled, as she lowered her face to Dawn's crotch. Her deft tongue worked its way slowly, almost torturously, pleasuring Dawn inch by inch. The Satyr Princess ground her hips into Julie's face, urging her deeper.

"Julie...oh, yeeeaahhh...fuck me, Julie...fuck me..."

As was the satyr custom, Julie refrained from touching herself in any way, concentrating all her energies on her Highness' pleasure. She could feel the power building within Dawn's body as she neared climax, and began attacking her slit with wild vigor.

Dawn bucked and moaned, encouraged on by Julie's lovemaking and Sharon's groaning climax. She felt the torrent that would destroy her hymen build to the breaking point and climaxed. For now she remained human, though a tiny fraction of her power returned to her.

Dawn experienced her first climax and orgasm, crying out in joy and pleasure as Julie made love to her. As Dawn came down from the bliss, Julie pulled away from her crotch and snuggled next to her.

"Was it good for you?"

"That... was amazing," Dawn said as she caught her breath.

"You've taken the first step towards regaining your true identity," Julie said, "Tomorrow we'll see about taking the second."

"Don't forget about our run through the campus," Sharon added.

"We'll do that too," Julie said, "But for now we should rest. Morning brings new challenges."

"Are you always so proper and cryptic?" Sharon asked.

Julie just laughed. "It is a satyr trait, I suppose."

"Dawn doesn't talk like you."

"Because she is human and not a satyr. However, rest assured that when she transforms she will regain all her lost memories. In essence, she will become a different person."

"Whoa, different person?" Dawn asked, suddenly not liking where this was going.

"Yes. The person you are now will cease to exist and you will become your true self."

"But I'll still be me, right?" Dawn asked in a sudden panic.

"Fundamentally, yes," Julie said softly. "You will remember the ancient times, the long-forgotten memories of your time as Princess of the satyrs. You will also still remember what it was to be human. That will not disappear, though like all things, it may become hazy with the passing centuries."

Dawn nodded in understanding. "Okay. I think I can deal with that. Anything else?"

"Yes. As well, you will become more of a free spirit, without human moors or inhibitions." Julie gently stroked her cheek, and brought her into a deep kiss. "You will be yourself, freed from restraint or shame."

Dawn drew her into another kiss, cupping Julie's breast as she did so. They released, and watched each other for a long time, lovingly stroking each others' skin and hair.

"Ahem," Sharon exclaimed, as she waved her arms in the air. "Remember me? Horny girl over here?"

The pair laughed, and Julie rose from the bed. She paused, obviously waiting for permission from her Princess, which Dawn gave with a nod.

"Rest now, Princess Dawn." She looked lustfully toward Sharon. "It appears I have other...obligations."

As Julie pleasured Sharon for the next hour and a half, Dawn alternated between simply lying down, and fingering herself while she watched Sharon writhe in rapture from Julie's expert lovemaking. Sharon asked Julie to shift back into her natural form, and Dawn was surprised to find it strangely alluring.

She was idly wondering who she could find to become one of five willing satyress subjects, when the phone (by pure coincidence...maybe) rang. The Caller ID box told her it was her raver friend Gina. Well, she already likes to party wild.

Dawn answered the phone and tried to keep away from the sounds of Sharon and Julie enjoying each others' bodies. "Hello?" she said.

"Dawn, thank god you're up. I need help; I'm in deep trouble," Gina said frantically.

"Slow down," Dawn said, "What's the matter?"

"I was out at the club," Gina explained, still in a panic, "And I met this guy, and we got to partying, and we went back to his place, and... and..."

"What? What? Did he..."

"No, it's worse. He's a member of some kind of cult! He tried to initiate me or something!"

"He what?? Are you OK?"

"Yeah, for now. At first I thought he was just really kinky, but then these others guys in costumes showed up, and there was all this chanting. Freaky stuff. I kicked the guy and ran out. I think I lost them."

"Where are you? Do you need help?"

"I'm driving home. I'm on my cell phone."

Dawn's curiosity got the better of her. "What kind of cult were they?"

Gina said "Some religious mumbo-jumbo. They kept talking about sacrificing a goat or something."

Dawn's heart sank. This explanation just got ten times more awkward. "Gina, I'm going to be here all night. Do you want to come over and talk?"

"Um...thanks and all...really...but..."

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. We can just hang."

She heard sounds of Gina driving along, not saying a word.

"I'd feel a lot better if you stayed here for the night, Gina," Dawn spoke honestly. "Do you really want to be alone after what just happened?"

Seconds more silence passed. "No...no, I don't. I'll be there in thirty."

Dawn smiled. "Great. Drive careful, okay?"

"Thanks, Dawn," Gina replied, before hanging up.

Dawn sighed, and looked over at the pair before her. Sharon was biting her lip to keep from screaming as the satyress tongued her clit.

"You can let it go now, Sharon," Dawn started to say, but was cut off by Sharon's scream of orgasmic pleasure.

"YYYYEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!"

Julie and Sharon enjoyed the afterglow for a few moments, before Julie transformed back into her human guise. "Company is coming, Princess?"

"Yes. And please, while she's here, don't call me Princess."

"Of course, Pri...Dawn."

As the three rushed to clean themselves and the apartment up (including stashing the fur-covered items in the den), Dawn filled in the pair on the details Gina had given her.

At the mention of the goat-sacrificing cult, Julie's pretty face drew into a furious scowl.

"Anyone we know?" Sharon asked from over the din of the shower

"They are a clan of Rogue Satyrs, as evil and cruel as we are fun and passionate. They seek our destruction...or worse, our recruitment," Julie said.

"Nothing is ever easy," Dawn said as Julie washed Sharon's back. She slipped out of the shower and toweled off.

"Actually, this may be good fortune for us," Julie said, "We know of their activities now and they don't know that we know."

"When Gina's here, let's not interrogate her on this. She's had a traumatic night."

"Agreed," Sharon said.

"And Sharon, don't touch her!" Dawn said, "In fact, I have some jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and gloves you can wear while she's here."

Sharon was about to protest, but then realized that her Satyr Touch would make all the clothes a very comfortable fur-lined experience. She kept her mouth shut and rolled with things.

As the shower ended for Julie and Sharon they dried off and all the girls dressed. They sat and waited for Gina to arrive.

Gina appeared at Dawn's door minutes later, still looking a bit jumpy and out of it. The British girl's normally mini-spiked and dyed pink-and-purple crew cut was messed up and wet from the rain outside, and her earrings were a bit bent out of shape. She wore her favorite low-cut tight T-shirt and cargo pants, coupled with her favorite pair of ratty black tennis shoes.

"Hey, love," she murmured, collapsing into Dawn's arms. Dawn gave her a gentle, reassuring hug, telling her she was safe, that everything was going to be all right. Julie and Sharon exchanged knowing looks as they shut and locked the door.

Gina released the embrace, which Dawn found disappointing. "Mind if I hit the stash? I really need a fuckin' fifth."

"Um, yeah, go for it," Dawn replied. Gina nearly ran for the liquor cabinet, stopping in alarm when she got there. "God damn. You must've had a worse day th'n I did!"

"Come again?" Dawn replied, momentarily confused.

"You kiddin' me? Must be half the booze gone outta here!" She stopped suddenly. "Oh, shit. Sorry, didn't mean ta be rude in front'a your friends."

"It's perfectly all right, Gina," Julie said, stepping forward to extend her hand. "I'm Julie. This is Sharon."

"Hiya," she waved, self-conscious of her gloves even as she enjoyed the feel of their new fur lining.

"Charmed," Gina replied, shaking Julie's hand and pouring herself a shot of vodka. "Got a chill, Sharon?"

Sharon shrugged, fidgeting with her gloves. "Yeah, a little."

"Gotcha." She popped it down and poured herself another. "Join me?"

"Love to," Dawn spoke up, and Julie and Sharon concurred.

The four spent the next hour talking, laughing, and foreclosing on the liquor bank. Gina was just beginning to forget the bizarre events of the night, when she caught sight of something that make her do a nervous double take.

The girls certainly all had their share of liquor that night, especially Julie. Satyrs are known for their ability to pack away the wine, but tonight even Julie had drank enough that she was feeling a little drunk. She momentarily flexed the muscle that triggered the transformation into a satyr, as if stretching it and doing so caused her ear to change into its satyr form for a brief second.

Gina happened to see the change occur, and she did a double take and rubbed her eyes. "That's enough for me," she said, putting the drink down, "I'm starting to see things."

"Yeah, I've probably had enough too," Dawn said. Julie continued to drink, and Sharon spilled another glass thanks to the thick gloves she was wearing.

"Why don't you take those things off, Sharon?" Gina asked.

"I chill easily," Sharon replied.

"You spill easily, too," Gina said, and the girls all had a laugh.

"Well, time to sleep. I can still crash here tonight, right?"

"Of course," Dawn said.

"Mind if I catch a shower? I could use one."

"Help yourself," Dawn said, and Gina went down the hall to the bathroom.

Gina let the cool water soothe her nerves as it cleansed her skin. She drifted off, and when she woke, she wasn't sure how much time had passed.

"Shit," she said, shaking the sleep from her eyes temporarily. She reached for a towel (now furless fabric, having been left alone for an hour) and dried herself off.

When she trudged back outside, wearing only a bathrobe and still feeling wonderfully buzzed, she took in the sight of Dawn and Julie, cuddled together on her bed.

"Dawn...surprise, surprise," she murmured. Her other option was the sofa bed, where Sharon slept sans gloves.

Quietly, Gina slipped onto the empty side, trying not to disturb her. She peeled off her robe, slipped on her t-shirt and panties, and slipped beneath some extra covers. Sleep took her quickly.

She didn't realize that Sharon had a tendency to roll over in her sleep. Their flesh brushed during the night, but neither girl was roused. Gina continued to sleep, even as her B breasts slowly swelled to firm and sensitive DD's and her pubic hair thickened into a lush bed of satyr fur (a strange mix of her natural brown swirled with pink and purple).

Slowed by the sleep and alcohol, the Satyr Touch continued to slowly transform Gina through the night, until she woke in the middle of the night halfway a satyress.

Somewhere around 4 AM the air conditioner kicked off and the flow of cool air in the room stopped. Thanks to the blankets and the growing fur on Gina's body, she became warm and began to shift and stir, kicking the covers off. It wasn't enough though, she was still warm. Finally the heat woke her up. Her eyes opened and began to adjust to the dark. The blankets were off her; why was she still warm? It was like there was a blanket covering her legs or something. She tried to look down her body to see what was on her, but something was blocking her view. Was something resting on her chest? Gina raised her arm to move the object, whatever it was, off her chest.

That's when she realized it wasn't some foreign object on her chest, but her breasts. Her large DD breasts.

She opened her mouth to scream, but before any sound could come from her mouth she saw the fur that had sprouted around her hips and crotch and was spreading slowly down her legs. The shock and fear of it all pounded through her, and Gina blamed the changes on Dawn and her friends.

Gina looked around frantically, trying to figure out dream from reality. Meanwhile, she remained on the bed, in petrified fear, as the fur continued to thicken and spread down her legs toward her ankles, and her ears and temples began to ache...

As she looked over the three women in the room with her, she finally picked up on two important details.

Sharon's side of the bed was covered in fur, at every point she touched.

Gina looked back down at her foot (which looked a bit longer, with black nails) and saw Sharon's leg resting gently against it.

It was about the time her pointed ears began growing tufts of fur and her tiny but strong horns started their extension that she screamed in fright.

The other three girls quickly came to. Sharon flopped straight off the bed, creating a patch of fur across the rug when she landed.

Dawn shot straight up, her attention fixated on Gina.

Julie was the most interesting case. From the alcohol and sudden jolt to consciousness, she lost her shape, transforming instantly back to her full satyress form.

It accomplished one thing: Gina stopped screaming. She was too shocked at the sight of Julie, and of herself, to think of it.

Julie sighed. "We seem to owe you an explanation, Gina," she said softly. "If you promise to keep an open mind and not panic, we will give you one."

Gina nodded silently and let Julie talk. She wasn't quite sure where to begin. After all, there were millennia of satyr history that play a part in the story. After a moment of thought, she started the tale on when she learned that Dawn was the long-lost princess. Gina seemed to take it well, all things considered. Sharon assured her that she'd change back in about an hour, to which Gina was grateful. After Julie finished talking, Gina said, "You're involved with that cult, aren't you?!"

"They are our mortal enemies," Julie stated plainly and directly. "They seek our destruction."

"Yeah? An' what're you in this world for?" said the satyr-altered woman, curled up to herself on the floor.

"Learning. Fun. Creativity. Pleasure." Dawn's voice conveyed the message, to everyone's surprise.

"Exactly," Sharon added. "Dawn's on a mission to break the curse that banished her, and reclaim her powers. Julie's knowledge of the satyr world and my Satyr Touch are helping her."

"Okay, great," Gina said with a shrug. "So, where do I fit into all this?"

The three exchanged glances, silently deciding amongst themselves on their next move. They reached a silent consensus, and proceeded with their next statement.

"As far in or out as you want to be," Julie said, "It's up to you. If you want no part of this, then we'll never speak of it again and you can believe this is all a drunken nightmare, if you want. On the other hand, if you want to help us and explore something that few humans ever get to experience, then you are more than welcome to join us."

"Someone's seen The Matrix too many times, I think," Sharon said flippantly.

"How'd you know that movie is a favorite among the satyrs?" Julie asked.

"I don't know how much in or out I want to be, but I know I don't want these," Gina said, pointing to her larger breasts, "Or those" she added, gesturing towards her furry legs.

"That'll wear off in an hour or so," Sharon said, "I'm sorry about that. I can't control it."

"Damn and I thought escaping from the cult was getting me away from weirdness," Gina said, "Jesus, Dawn! Why didn't you tell me you were a part of this?"

"I didn't know until tonight," Dawn said, "I agree though, it's all happened fast."

"I must be drunk as hell," Gina said, "Because I'm totally in with all'a this. Anyways, I owed you one, Dawn, and the least I can do is help y'out."

Dawn gave her a thankful smile. "Glad to hear it. Why don't we get some rest, and we'll put together a better plan in the morning."

"Works fer me," Gina said, settling back down into the sofa bed.

"I'll crash in the armchair," Sharon said softly. "Don't want any more accidents tonight."

"Cool," Gina murmured. "I'm not super mad or anything. Just shocked me, is all."

Sharon laughed. "Imagine how I felt."

The four quickly settled back into sleep. Gina was the last to drift off, lingering in wakefulness for almost an hour after everyone else slumbered. Even as she tried, she was constantly distracted by the sensations she was feeling as her body changed back to normal. The fur on her legs and crotch was receding, slowly but surely vanishing and leaving her tanned human skin behind. She cupped one of her large breasts and stroked her nipple, relishing the tingle the action sent through her body. It's a shame to waste babies this large, she thought as she discreetly stroked herself, taking in every feeling. She was almost sorry to see her new body go, although a part of her knew that if she was getting involved with the satyrs, then it would only be a matter of time before the fur returned. The question was: when would that be? Putting such thoughts aside, Gina fell fast asleep.

After sleeping late in the morning, the girls woke up when Julie's screaming fit snapped the other three girls awake. She was flailing fearfully in a rabid panic.

Dawn was at her side in a second. "Julie! Julie, stop! It's all right!"

Sharon quickly joined her. "Julie, relax! We're here, you're safe!" The bed sheets began to fur up beneath her bare legs.

Gina curled up on the sofa bed, afraid for her new friend, but unsure of what to do. Those sharp kicking hooves flailing about made her nervous to boot.

Finally, the satyress' screams shrieked to a slow halt, leaving her panting, shaking and breathless. Sharon and Dawn wrapped her in a firm group hug. Unsure of what to do, Gina slid to a seat at the edge of the floor mattress, and placed a gentle hand on Julie's furry leg.

"Princess...I saw...the Rogues..."

"Shhh," Dawn whispered, stroking Julie's hair in an almost motherly fashion. A brush with Sharon's arm had brought back a thick coat of leg fur and larger breasts, though Dawn's concern was not for her body, but for Julie's well-being. Gina was touched by the scene; she truly looked the part of royalty, placid yet warm, placing the concerns of their subjects before their own.

Julie cleared her throat. "The Rogues...they stopped us...before you broke your curse...they claimed us...I failed you..." She was visibly crying now, to which Dawn pulled her into a soothing embrace, letting her cry her fear away.

"You haven't failed me, Julie. You've done nothing but be wonderful to me."

They held the embrace for quite a while, until Julie finally settled back into restful sleep. Sharon soon joined her in dreamland, while Dawn and Gina lingered on in insomnia. They finally gave up, and sat down to coffee at the kitchen counter.

"Mind telling me what this mission is?" Gina asked between sips. She studied Dawn's pointed ears and tiny horns, holdovers from her brief contact with Sharon.

"Sure you want to know?" Dawn asked, more an honest question than an evasion.

"I think I'm entitled. Plus, if I can help, I'll do anything."

Dawn looked her over the rim of her mug.

"... so I need to find five people that want to become satyresses. That'll break the curse."

Gina wasn't quite sure how to respond. "Don't get me wrong," she said, "I want to help you and all, but I'm not exactly eager to sign up for horns and hooves."

"I understand. No pressure here."

"What else can I do though? Short of growing fur, I mean."

Dawn said, "It'd really help us out if you could tell us more about that cult you saw last night."

Gina replied "How about if we go out to the cult's meeting place? I feel safe with you and your magical friends with us."

"Hmm...good idea," Dawn nodded. "Julie could have a better chance to find out what's really up with them if she sees the place in person." She rose from the stool, taking one last swig of coffee. "You sure you're up for it?"

Gina silently nodded. "Can't run from it forever. Gotta face things head on, as usual."

Dawn snickered. "Charge at the problems head first, eh, Gina?" Dawn rinsed her mug in the sink. "Maybe horns would suit you better than you think."

Gina mused over the comment as Dawn swayed away. Maybe...time will tell.

---

The four followed Gina's twisting directions to the site of the previous evening's ritual. It took Gina a good mind rattling to remember the directions she took in her panic of the previous night. Sharon patiently drove, gripping the steering wheel in her gloves to prevent stray fur from jamming the steering column.

Eventually, they reached the location of Gina's traumatic event.

"I thought we'd be going there to make out under the bleachers," Gina explained as the old Little League stadium came into view, "But then I found the ritual."

Sharon parked the car and the girls walked onto the baseball diamond. "Looks normal enough to me," she said.

"It wasn't like this last night," Gina said, "There were people stomping around, dancing, chanting, setting fire to things..."

"Well, then they cleaned up before they left," Dawn said.

Suddenly a new voice spoke up from the dugout, "Gina... fancy seeing you again so soon...and you brought friends."

The four turned to see a dark-haired, shirtless man, sneering at them and brandishing a knife.

"Sid," Gina sneered. "I owe you a kick in the nuts, you asshole."

"And I owe you a lot more, bitch. That goes for the goat behind you, too."

Julie let herself change into her satyress shape. "Reveal yourself, Rogue!"

"Gladly." His form suddenly warped into something satyr-like, though his fur was black and greasy, his horns were serrated like saws, and his eyes glowed a malicious red.

"Thanks for bringing the human with The Touch, too. I was afraid I'd have to hunt her down myself," Sid sneered, stepping onto the field. "I don't know what's up with that other bitch, but she'll make a fine fuck toy for our band."

As the girls readied themselves for a fight, Sid threw his knife straight at Julie, and she surprised them all by catching it in the air by slamming her palms around the flat edge of the blade.

"Good catch," Gina said.

"So, you still remember what I taught you," Sid sneered.

"Taught... you?" Dawn asked.

"Didn't she tell you? Julie and I used to date. We were quite the item. And she was a demon in the sack!"

"You... dated... him?" Gina said, trying to make sense of it all.

"It was eons ago," Julie said, "Before he became a Rogue. And before he was a jerk."

"And then you wouldn't follow me to the True Path," Sid said, "I haven't forgotten how you just abandoned me! I've learned much since we met last. Let's see you catch this!" Sid sneered as his left hand gripped the base of his thick erection, sliding from his sheath like a deploying rail gun. His free hand squeezed and massaged his furred scrotum as he pumped his cock vigorously.

"Oh, yuck!" Gina gasped at the display, sticking her tongue out in utter disgust. "Get behind a fuckin' curtain, will ya?"

"No, you don't understand," Julie shouted. "Run!"

The four scattered to opposite ends of the stadium as Sid bellowed in orgasm. Thick, murky semen shot from his penis like water from a high-pressure fire hose, as he aimed the jets of cum toward his enemies.

While Sharon and Dawn were too far away to be within range, and Julie's satyr agility let her jump out of the way, Gina was not as fortunate. In her panic, she zigged when zagging was advised, and was caught in the blast.

"Aaahh! Gross!" she screamed as the viscous semen drenched her clothes. Even as she slipped in the puddle of glop, Sid didn't stop his ejaculation attack. Gina flailed in the wake of his assault, literally drowning in the dark semen that began seeping into every orifice and pore of her body.

"You filth!" Julie cursed, her rage burning to a boil.

"Look!" Dawn shouted, pointing toward Gina. The girl was no longer fighting the deluge of semen; her sole interest now was ingesting as much as she could, as she shoved handfuls into her mouth and tore her jeans away to cram sticky globs inside her pussy.

"What did you do to her, you sick fuck?!" Sharon screamed.

Sid merely laughed. "You'll see, pretty bitch. Already, my empowered semen is sending her into a series of one thousand orgasms, each greater than the last. Not even the greatest satyrs could survive such pleasure. She may survive fifty."

"You swine!" Dawn shouted as the flow of Sid's chosen weapon petered out.

"Satyr, actually," Sid said. "Whoo, I'm spent. *Yawn* I need some sleep. See you next time, girls." And in a magical puff of satyr smoke, Sid was gone.

As for Gina, her orgasms had already begun. She was on number three at the moment, and was still enjoying them.

"She looks OK," Sharon said, "Relatively."

"Each orgasm increases exponentially in magnitude," Julie said, "We have to act fast."

"And do what?" Dawn asked, "What can we do?"

"There's only one hope for her. We have to turn her into a satyress so she can withstand the orgasms. Sharon, do your thing!"

Sharon looked dubious about it, but quickly placed her hand on Gina's bare shoulder. Fortunately by this time, all the semen had been absorbed by her skin, leaving Sharon's contact safe.

Her touch coincided with another orgasm, and she wondered for a moment if she were doing the right thing. Still, backing out now would mean certain overstress death for Gina. She clenched her hand down on the quivering girl's shoulder, willing her special gift to work faster as Gina's breasts began to swell through the cup sizes and her wet crotch became slathered in fur.

Her friends watched Gina endure ten, then fifteen orgasms while the fur spread down her thighs and her ears grew long and pointed, prodding through the lengthening strands of pink-and-purple hair that billowed from her scalp.

Twenty, thirty orgasms. Her legs, crotch and ass were covered in a lush pelt of multi-colored fur. Her skin and muscles grew tan, toned, and lithe. Luscious E-cup breasts wobbled on her chest as she rocked and moaned with her orgasms, large but firm and balanced.

The fortieth release brought the growth of two curling horns from her temples, at first small nubs, then great curls of lustrous bone. Her toes had already begun to fuse into two thick hooves.

By the time she hit her sixty-first climax, her ears were completely goat-like, covered with fur and twitching like an animal's would. Her ankles popped and rose, altering the stance she'd have when she was finally able to walk.

Her hooves were cloven by the approach of her one-hundredth orgasm, and her coccyx puffed out into a short, sexy goat's tail.

Gina writhed on the grass in utter pleasure, enjoying the intense but safer feeling of climaxing in her transformed body as she fondled her tits and pussy shamelessly.

The group discussed what to do while Gina the satyress rode out her remaining nine-hundred orgasms.

"What is she up to?" Dawn asked.

"987," Julie said, "No, wait, 988 now. She makes a great satyress."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sharon asked.

"She's withstood the orgasms," Julie said, "As a human she would have barely lived past 75 or so. As a satyress she's approaching 1000 of them. She was going to waste as a human."

"But I doubt she'll want to stay this way," Dawn said.

Gina let loose one last orgasmic scream and flopped down on the ground, still and panting for breath. "What a rush," she said between breaths, "I thought I was a goner."

"You nearly were," Dawn said, "But Sharon saved you."

"Huh? How?"

"Uh," Dawn said, not sure how to break it to her, "Look down at yourself."

Gina looked down at her body and saw her large breasts, fur, and hooves. She said "Hmm, this is a good look for me."

Sharon blinked. "You really think so?"

Gina looked over at her, a surprised expression on her face. "What, don't you like? I mean, look at me!" Slowly, she rose, her new body quickly refueling its strength from the sexual energy. "I look so hot and sexy!" she shouted as she twirled on her hooves, losing her balance as she spun.

"Careful," Julie cautioned. "Walking on those legs is a lot different from what you're used to."

"Whoa...no kidding," Gina said, as she struggled to right herself. "Still...I kinda like this. Shame it won't last."

"Maybe it can," Dawn whispered absently.

Julie's attention diverted to her. "Princess?"

Dawn slowly walked toward the pastel satyress. "I...I remember now. How to change humans into satyrs." She knelt down before Gina's waist, stroking her leg fur and teasing her tail with tender hands. Gina sighed at the heightened sense of contact.

"Dawn," she whispered, brushing her friend's hair. The Princess' gaze settled on her transformed friend's furry slit, as she licked her lips with eager anticipation

Dawn looked up at Gina. "Gina, listen to me very carefully. If you climax by my tongue, these changes will be permanent. You will become a satyress for remainder of time. Do you want me to make you one of my kind?"

"Yes... Princess Dawn," Gina said, ready to join the enchanted order.

Dawn felt as if she should say something meaningful and special, but no words came to mind. Instead she smiled and moved in to transform Gina for all time. Her tongue was just about to make contact when Julie shouted, "No, wait!"

Julie's warning call came too late. Her flesh hyper-sensitized from the orgasmic spell and her satyrization, a mere flick of Dawn's tongue was enough to bring Gina to a billowing climax.

"Yyyeeeessssssss!!!" Gina felt waves of energy wash through her body and soul, and knew she was a satyress from this moment until the end of time.

Dawn, similarly, felt a portion of her long-forgotten power rush back to her. She moaned at it fueled her, remade her ever so slightly.

Her satyress follower understood her need without asking. As Dawn dropped backwards to the ground in her pleasure, frantically opening her clothes, Gina crouched down on her goat legs and quickly went down on her, cupping her breasts as she brought her Princess to a series of loud and sharp climaxes.

Sharon and Julie watched them as they coupled. Dawn's crotch and thighs once again expressed a thick bush of fur, while her breasts swelled once more into firm Double-D's.

They finished ten minutes later. Gina cuddled lovingly against Dawn; they stroked each other's hair and legs at they purred in the pleasure of magical afterglow.

Julie and Sharon knelt down next to them. "Princess...what happened is wonderful, but it should have waited."

Dawn and Gina looked at her in confusion. "Why? What's wrong?"

"To become fully a satyr, a human must be changed by the Princess' powers. You were changed by the Satyr Touch. Her powers only made the Satyr Touch permanent." Julie lowered her voice. "Because of this, you lack one power other satyrs have."

"And that'd be..." Gina asked, suddenly nervous.

"The ability to cast illusions upon yourself. Essentially, you can never take on any physical form besides the one you now wear."

Gina froze. "You mean...I can never...look human, like you?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Well, then change me back into a human," Gina said.

"That's the problem," Julie said, "We can't. It's impossible."

"Im... impossible?"

"Yes, that's why I tried to warn you."

"So there's no way then?"

"I'm afraid not."

Gina didn't say anything; she was too depressed. However, another voice had something to say.

"There might be one way, but it's never been tried before and there's a big price to pay," Julie said.

"C'mon, spill it," Gina sniffled.

Julie sighed. "If we can find a willing human to do it, we may be able to copy their body image over to you."

Dawn shook her head. "I'm not sure I understand."

"Basically," Julie continued, "the human would physically change to resemble Gina, as she looked when she was human. Gina would, in turn, gain the ability to look like the human as a magical disguise."

"What about when she's in her satyr form?" Sharon asked.

Julie shrugged. "She'd look as she does now."

"Sounds like a plan. Let's do it," Gina said, rising to her hooves.

"Wait. We have three things working against this. First, since Sharon possesses the Satyr Touch, and Dawn and I are not human, the spell won't work with us as subjects."

"Damn," Dawn spat. "I would have volunteered, Gina."

"I know," the newborn satyress said, laying a gentle hand on her Princess' shoulder. Gina returned her attention to Julie. "What's the second problem?"

"Should the ritual go awry, Gina would take on the look of the human in all her forms. She would become a human and satyr version of the donor, instead of just a human version."

"So, I'd essentially risk losing my identity. Grreeeaaat. Can't wait to hear number three."

"Ah, yes. That would be the effect on the donating human," Julie said softly. "Besides being permanently transformed into a human twin of Gina, they would also slowly turn into a satyress over a period of one month. They would never be able to magically disguise their true selves."

"So I'd be condemning someone else into the same predicament I'm in now," Gina said.

"Basically, yes," Julie said.

"But what if we find a volunteer who's willing to become one of the Five we need?" Dawn asked.

"Yeah, kill two birds with one stone," Sharon said.

"What a remarkable idea," Julie said, "It's never been tried before, but it makes sense. Let us seek out our volunteer."

Gina said, "I know who to ask. Maybe we can convince my lab partner, Bridget. She's always messing around with genetic testing."

"Well," Julie said thoughtfully, "we've never really tried revealing ourselves to scientists. They're not usually the type to open their minds to myths."

Gina poked her in the side. "Do I feel like a friggin' myth, goat girl?"

Dawn gently brought Gina's stabbing finger away from Julie. "This isn't helping, Gina. Please stop." At the request of her Princess, she did.

Sharon shrugged. "We just have to make sure you don't end up on the business end of her scalpel."

After a return to Dawn's apartment and rigging up a quick and dirty disguise for Gina (consisting mostly of a trench coat, baggy jeans, and an oversized hat to conceal her ears and horns), the four journeyed to Bridget Chapel's favorite hangout: Garondine Hall's science lab.

Gina searched eagerly for her within the building, largely since her fur was growing quite musky beneath the layers of clothing as the August heat bared down upon her.

Bridget was within, as usual, slaving over a dissection tray. Plastic goggles rested on her forehead, just above a pair of thick-lensed glasses over her green pools. Her curly brown hair was tied back, hanging down the lab coat that rested over a business casual ensemble.

Gina knocked on the door, capturing Bridget's attention. Unfortunately, it was during a careful incision, which ended up being a lot less careful with the startling noise.

"Yah!" she shouted, splattering some type of clear animal goo all over her blouse. "Shit!" she cursed, and grabbed a nearby towel to wipe the fluids from her clothes. She scowled at the face on the other side of the doorway, but still walked over to unlock it and let her in.

"Gina," she sighed, "this better be good." She suddenly held her nose from the pungent rising musk of Gina's sweaty fur. "Geez, where you been, petting goats at the state fair or something?"

"Oh, believe me, it is," she sighed, "and I'll tell you where I've been in a minute. Sorry about the smell." She looked back to see Dawn closing and locking the door while Sharon drew the shade over the classroom window.

"Brace y'self," Gina gasped out as the satyress shed her covers with a contented sigh, revealing her full goat glory.

Bridget's eyes went wide as she took in Gina's new form. Her jaw dropped, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she fainted, slumping to the floor.

"Well, she took it well," Dawn said sarcastically.

Julie looked at the notes Bridget had been working from and said, "Look at her studies!" The notes revealed her latest project Genetic Bonding With Ungulates.

Sharon scratched her head. "What the Hell's an undul...ungou...whatever?"

Gina shrugged absently. "How should I know? I'm failing biology."

"An ungulate," Julie spoke plainly, "is a hoofed mammal. Satyrs would be a perfect example of one."

"Oh," Gina said quickly. "I thought it was something bad."

"Could someone help me pick her up?" Dawn called, slinging Bridget's arm across her shoulder. Gina quickly lent her strength (to her surprise, it had increased a bit) to the task of loading her onto a lab table.

As the young scientist slumbered, the four debated what course of action to take with Bridget, to make explaining things as painless as possible.

After much debate, the foursome decided to have a calm, rational discussion with Bridget once she woke up. After all, it was hard to garner trust by transforming people against their will. That was the act of a Rogue Satyr.

It didn't take long for Bridget to wake up. Her eyes snapped open and she saw Gina again, causing her to open her mouth in preparation to scream.

"Wait," Gina said, "Don't scream. It's me: Gina."

"What? How? When?" Bridget said.

"I can explain. First I want you to meet some friends of mine..."

Julie, Sharon, Dawn, and Gina explained what had brought them to Bridget in the first place and how they needed her help. They explained it all, excluding no details. Once they had finished Bridget said, "What a fascinating experiment. I'll do it, but only if we record every detail for later study."

Julie looked back to the others. "Just realize," she said evenly, returning her attention to the young scientist, "that the truth won't come to light for a while. Possibly years or decades."

Bridget nodded acknowledgement. "Science isn't overnight, I know. We also have safety to consider. I understand."

"Great," Gina replied. "So, how do we do this?"

"My pleasure will change Bridget," Dawn replied. "Though by this method, it will be much more rapid. She will become a full satyress in less than an hour. Though I could...pace myself." The Princess gave her soon-to-be charge a wicked grin.

Julie nodded in agreement. "And in order for Bridget and Gina to do the form exchange, Bridget will have to bring Gina to climax at the same time."

"Wouldn't it be better to wait for Dawn to finish me? Or, with me?" Bridget asked.

"Better to make use of the energy I infuse into you. Doing two transformations at once is easier."

The young scientist nodded in agreement. "All right. Before we begin, I want to get something to make the official recording. Luckily, I have a camcorder."

Bridget set up the camcorder on her tripod and told Sharon how to start recording. Next she locked the door to the room and closed all the shades for total privacy. Finally, Julie instructed Dawn, Gina, and Bridget to strip from their clothes, which the three girls eagerly did: Dawn for the pleasure, Gina to get her shape back, and Bridget for the scientific experience. She wondered what kind of Nobel Prize this would earn her.

Bridget led sat on the lab table and awaited what was to come next. Dawn stepped forward, smiled, and said "Ready?"

Sharon pressed 'Record' and gave a thumbs up. Bridget took a deep breath and said "I'm ready."

And Dawn began her work.

With the furry camcorder record button pressed, Dawn began the pleasurable task of making Bridget one of her spiritual children.

"Ooohhh...yeah...keep doing that..." Bridget moaned at Dawn's attention. She squirmed on the table, pressing her increasingly hairier crotch tighter into Dawn's mouth as her breasts swelled into firm E-sized globes.

Gina eagerly felt herself up as Julie watched carefully, more intent on a careful monitoring of the process than her own pleasure. That would most assuredly come later.

Bridget shook her curly brown hair from her face as it popped the elastic band, growing into a thick ass-length mane and darkening to a lustrous chestnut brown. "Sharon...tell me...uuhhhh...you're getting...ooohhhh...this..." Her ears grew long and pointed as she spoke, twitching as they coned and furred.

"No prob," Sharon smiled. "Now relax and enjoy it, will ya?"

Dawn grabbed Bridget's ass as she continued, feeling the thin coat of fur that spread down her thighs and the nub of her tail. As it quickly billowed out, Dawn realized something was wrong. The appendage was far too thin and long...

"Um, that's not a goat's tail," Gina blinked.

"No, it's not," Julie nodded in agreement. "It's a horse's tail."

"What...oohh...what am I..." Her lower body began to bulk and stretch while her feet rose, the toes fusing into hooves.

Julie sighed. "Bridget...you're turning into a centauress."

"I...I...oohh, Dawn...make me cum..." The young scientist groaned in pleasure as her rump pulled itself away from her human torso, producing muscle and bone to form a full horse's body beneath. A fully-developed pair of horse's hind legs expressed themselves from the bulk. Dawn moved with the relocation of Bridget's vagina to between her rear legs as the scientist shifted to her side to balance her heavier body on the table, already beginning to buckle beneath her mass.

"Hoofed mammal bonding," Julie idly thought. "I wonder how long this has lain dormant within her."

The newborn centauress climaxed, half groaning, half neighing as she let loose her pleasure.

Gina threw her arms up in exasperation. "There goes my salvation."

"Hush, child," Julie chided her. "Of greater concern right now is Bridget's welfare, not to mention the Princess."

As the three looked on, Dawn sighed as she lapped up Bridget's juices, wondering what this latest event meant to her satyr genesis.

Dawn leaned back and relaxed after her encounter. Julie, Sharon, and Gina looked on as Bridget stretched and flexed her new muscles. "Damn, I can't believe it," she said.

"This is surprising," Julie said, "Perhaps your carry an ancient birthright that-"

"No, it's the accident from the lab," Bridget said, "I was working on some horse DNA last month and I accidentally dropped a loaded syringe on my foot. I was injected with some of the serum."

"And then what happened?" Dawn asked.

Bridget said"Well, nothing. I was given a clean bill of health."

Julie stroked her chin thoughtfully. "I wonder if...you still have that syringe." Her attention strayed to Dawn, as she watched the Princess finger away her own sexual need.

Bridget nodded. "I kept it around, in case...well, complications arose." The centauress rose unsteadily onto her new legs and hooves, balancing herself against the nearby tables as she strode cautiously (jiggling her fuller breasts with each trot) toward a locked refrigerated cabinet. "Um, can someone toss me the key? It's in my jeans."

"Sure," Sharon began, before pausing and allowing Gina to grab the key instead. A furry key would open no lock, after all.

The satyress tossed her equine friend the key. Carefully, Bridget opened the glass door and extracted the specimen bag containing the capped syringe. Clear fluid sloshed inside.

"It's a cocktail," Bridget said as she stood awkwardly at a lab table and extracted the syringe. "Inside is equine DNA, along with a genetic bonding agent. I was intending to do experiments on lab animals first."

"Bridget," Julie said purposefully, leaning over the other side of the table, "is that sample still viable?"

The scientist looked surprised. "Yeah. Why wouldn't it be?"

"Please test it for me. I need to know something for certain." Thoughts of Pan's powers came to her mind, and of the rumored powers that his daughter had never accessed. She had to know for certain if the Princess possessed them.

Bridget conducted several tests on the serum, and found it used to be not viable.

"It's gone bad," Bridget said, "I knew I should have kept it frozen."

"So it's ruined?" Julie asked.

"Gone sour, yep."

Julie frowned. The question of Dawn's true powers would have to remain unanswered for a little longer, it seemed.

"But what can we do about me?" Bridget asked, "I can't go around being half horse."

"And I still can't go around being half goat," Gina added.

"Oohhh, this feels good," Dawn said, lost in her own sexual world.

Julie looked at the centauress Bridget and the satyress Gina and said, "If Dawn were up to her full potential, she could help you both."

"But we're still four satyrs short," Sharon pointed out.

"Ooooh, yyyeeeessss," Dawn moaned in her deep heat as she continued to finger her clit and tweak her nipples. "Fuck me...fuck me..."

The assembled gathered round the masturbating Princess, each feeling their own heat rise in tempo with hers.

Gina, especially, was eager to join in. The satyress crushed her own breasts and ground her furry thighs together. "Princess...do you wish me to pleasure you?"

"Yes! Please. Gina, make me cum!"

The pastel satyress licked her lips lustfully, quickly settling between Dawn's thighs and working her skilled tongue along her slit.

"More...yes, I need more! Everyone take me!"

The others wondered at the strange rush of libido from the Princess of satyrs: Sharon and Bridget in puzzlement, Julie in hopeful contemplation. Perhaps she was developing on her own...

"I will gladly help you, Princess," she whispered, lowering her mouth over Dawn's right nipple. As she sucked the bud gently into her mouth, the effect was immediate. Dawn climaxed repeatedly while trickles of purest satyr milk streamed into Julie's eager mouth.

Sharon followed suit on the opposite nipple. Curiously, the Satyr Touch didn't seem to be affecting Dawn right now.

Bridget, unsure of what to do, paced around the spectacle. Dawn finally reached out and seductively touched her flank, drawing her hand along the centauress' bare chest and guiding her mouth to hers. The two were soon locked in a passionate moaning lesbian kiss while Dawn's hand pleasured the horse woman's nipples. Julie assisted them as she suckled by fingering Bridget's vagina for her.

The pleasure went on for seeming hours, until finally security comes to investigate.

Stan and Frank walked down the hall of the building towards Bridget's lab. They had been alerted to some suspicious noises coming from the room and had decided to check it out. The two security guards were walking toward the room when Stan said "You hear that?"

"Yeah, sounds like someone moaning or something."

Then they reached the door and opened it. They saw the sight of the women enjoying themselves.

"You see that?" Stan asked.

Frank said "Nope, and you don't either," Frank replied, grabbing the shoulder of Stan's jacket. "Let's go."

Stan nervously shook his head, following Frank out of the science building and back to the quad. Along the way, he paused near the community flower bed, shook his head, and emptied his secret flask of whiskey into the dirt.

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Back in the lab, the pleasure continued, with Dawn becoming wilder, more desperate for release, by the microsecond. The others were getting short of breath trying to keep up with her.

Dawn finally cried out in joyous climax, her squeal of glee emanating for a mile around. However, Dawn was unaware of the power her voice could command, and the sound burrowed deep into the minds of everyone who heard it. Something unlocked in each and every one of them as a secret inner self began to rise to the top.

Inside the lab, however, Dawn signaled "no more" and the girls backed off of her, leaving her to catch her breath.

"Was it good for you?" Gina asked, laughing.

Julie caught sight of something outside. "Apparently it was good for everyone," she said as she saw a mass orgy taking place outside.

Dawn and the others joined Julie at the window, and quickly realized what she meant.

Across the campus, men and women were wildly engaged in sex of all types! Oral, three-ways, gay, lesbian, masturbation: you name it, they were doing it. Inhibitions were cast readily aside as literally hundreds of humans licked and sucked and fingered and fucked each other, seeking only pleasure. Beyond that, every female now sported enhanced bust lines, and every male possessed thicker and longer penises.

"Your powers grow strong, Princess," Julie noted slyly. "You've awakened the inner libidos of all these people."

"Wow," Dawn whispered in amazement. "I did that?"

"Yeah, you sure did," Gina snickered. "You're quite the screamer."

"This will not end well," Julie said.

"Well, they might be embarrassed when it's all over," Gina said, "But-"

"No, you don't understand. A mass sexual episode like this will unleash dangerous levels of energy. Can you feel that tingle in the air?"

"No," everyone said, however Dawn replied, "I do."

"That is the barrier between worlds being breached. We don't have much time. Very soon the barrier will break down and open a portal to the Satyr Lands. All humans who are experiencing orgasm when it opens will be pulled into the rift."

Everyone gasped, understanding the severity of the situation.

"What can we do to stop it?" Dawn asked.

"Princess," Julie said firmly, "you must complete your ascension to power. Only your satyr gifts will be strong enough to seal the rift."

Dawn nodded solemnly. "I understand." She opened the window, letting the sights and sounds of the revel below wash over her. She then closed her eyes and reached out into the mass, diverting the flow of sexual energy into her.

Every human orgasm rippled through her; their pleasure was Dawn's, magnified hundreds of times over. Her already DD breasts bulged even further, the lactating nipples soaking her tented shirt.

"My...clothes...rip them...off me!' she screamed, stirring her friends to action. They removed every scrap of fabric from her oversexed body. Dawn worked fingers around her nipples and inside her wet pussy as she focused on the power without, and within.

"I am Princess of the satyrs," she moaned, feeling her ears twitch and point through her thick mane of hair.

"I am the daughter of Pan," she heaved as twin curling horns began pressing from her temples.

"I am the Goddess of pleasure!" she shouted while thick fur bristled along her legs and rump.

Julie knew the Princess would unlock her true power within mere minutes.

Julie looked down into the masses below and saw, to her horror that time was up. The rift was beginning to open in the center of the crowd.

"Princess, our time is up. You must seal the rift now!"

"I'm not done yet... still not ready..."

"There's no time! You must act now!"

"What do... I do?"

"You must throw yourself towards the rift while it's still small."

"I'll be back," Dawn said as she stopped her pleasuring and leapt out the window towards the rift.

"No, you won't," Julie said sadly.

"What's that mean?" Bridget asked tersely.

Before Julie could respond, the half-transformed satyr Princess connected with the glowing mass. In a bright flash of light, Dawn (along with three women and two men who reached orgasm at that instant) disappeared into the portal. The vortex shut behind them immediately.

"Princess Dawn is permanently in the Satyr World now," Julie said, "as are those humans who entered with her."

"And what about here? What about me and the Satyr Touch? And Sid?" Sharon interjected.

"And me, and Bridget?" Gina added. "We can't stay here like this!"

The four girls watched silently as the orgy outside dissipated. People put back on their clothes and wandered away, seemingly oblivious as to what had been going on.

"We're stuck, aren't we?" Gina finally asked, breaking the silence.

Julie didn't answer. She continued to just stare. "She might return one day," she finally said, "When she's powerful enough."

"And until then?" Sharon asked.

"We battle Sid and the Rogue Satyrs. In their defeat we can use their powers to set everything right."

Gina and Sharon exchanged solemn nods. Bridget just looked confused.

"We'll explain everything," Sharon told her, "once we get out of here."

The band of four made their way quickly out of the building, intent on sneaking out unnoticed. None of them believed such a feat possible, no matter how much Gina bundled up and Bridget kept behind walls and bushes. Once they made it into the forest beyond the campus grounds, they silently wondered if they had escaped undue attention.