{"sf1_id":118,"sf2_id":"zeRKGYEm","title":"Satyr of the Wood","author":"Gryphon SatyrKitty","words":5689,"posted_at":"2002-10-19T19:36:00.000Z","tags":["Gay","Human","M/M","Magic","Satyr","Transformation"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/118-satyr-of-the-wood","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/zeRKGYEm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/01/10/01109e13-e969-4ffd-8129-d24b31abe526","description":"","content":"This story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes of  \nhomoerotic sex, and homosexual activity. Any  \nsimilarities between the characters within and actual  \npeople or characters are are coincidental and  \nunintentional. Liberties may have been taken with the  \nmythologies of the Ancient Greeks, Celts, and possibly  \nothers. No offence is intended. The Likeness,  \nCharacter, Personality, and Appearance (including  \nphysical description) of Gryphon SatyrKitty© is  \nCopyright Chance Chandler © 2002, all rights reserved.  \nThe character of Nicholai is mentioned with his owner's  \npermission.  \n  \n  \nSatyr of the Wood  \n  \nBy Chance Chandler  \n  \nChris stepped from the bus at the large  \nfront parking lot of Dorchester State Park , just  \nsouth of Summerville , South Carolina . He'd been  \ntraveling all night from the north, looking for the  \nlast remnants of summer and warm weather which still  \nexisted in this part of the country, even this late in  \nOctober, so that he could get his last camping trip of  \nthe year in, on his favourite holiday, Samhain, which  \nwas the following night, the 31 st, the night otherwise  \nknown as Halloween.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He breathed in the warm air, smelling of  \nnearby water and the pleasant smokiness that can only  \ncome from several barbecues alight and cooking at once,  \nbut with the hint of the \"sharpness\" of fall that one  \nis never sure he smells, or simply feels, this time of  \nyear.  \n  \nHe grinned, hefted his red and orange  \nbackpack, and tromped off in the direction of the  \nwoods, away from the tabby fort near the stream that  \nwas the main tourist attraction, away from the majority  \nof traces of barbecue smoke, towards sections of forest  \nthat are less often visited by the human tourist masses.  \n  \nHe was now a tourist, himself, technically.  \nBut, he didn't feel like one, having grown up and spent  \nmost of his life slightly north of here in Charleston,  \nthe city by the sea, a warm peninsular town full of  \nhistory - and, as he always believed, magic - jutting  \nout into the Atlantic between the Ashley and Cooper  \nRivers. He was forced to move to Philadelphia by his  \nfamily, following his father's job. He never enjoyed  \nhimself since, but that was, now, unfortunately, his  \nhome.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He walked, smiling, down little-used trails,  \nand skipping over fallen trees and newly grown ferns,  \nuntil he found himself at his favourite clearing, far  \nfrom the sounds and smells of his fellow campers off by  \nthe stream.  \n  \nHe grinned, letting his pack fall with a plop  \nto the ground. He looked around, making sure he saw  \nnor heard any evidence of humanity, before stripping  \ndown to nothing, dropping all of his clothing onto into  \na pile on the ground. Though, he put his sandals back  \non afterwards not quite interested in accidentally  \nstepping on a rock and spraining his foot. He was an  \nattractive man, to be sure. He was about 5 foot 4  \ninches tall, and mostly thin, save for some pleasant-  \nlooking muscular development in his pectorals and arms,  \ncaused by heavy lifting and, humourously enough, lots  \nof masturbation. He had dark hair, dark eyes, and was  \nmostly hairless save for his head and groin area, and  \nsome fuzz on his legs and forearms. His skin tone was  \ntanned, despite his northern residence - he had made  \nsure of that, going to the local public pool every day  \nhe could get off work, all summer, so he didn't look as  \ndeathly pale as his city-mates.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He stretched, smiling, feeling the warm-with-  \ntraces-of-cool breeze on his bare skin, taking a deep  \nbreath and sighing happily. Still grinning, he  \nstarted unpacking his pack and setting up his tent,  \nfolding chairs, portable stove and the like. Once the  \ntediums of arrival were completed, he unrolled his  \nsleeping bag onto the hard ground and lay down upon it,  \nsetting a pillow beneath his head. Not inside it, mind  \nyou, on top of it, his naked body exposed to the sun  \nand air. He slipped a pair of sunglasses on and just  \nlet his eyes roam the woods as he lay relaxing, his  \nears listening to the sounds of nature, his bare skin  \nfeeling every gust of wind, and the warmth of the  \nsouthern autumn sun.  \n  \nOf course, it wasn't long before nature took  \nhold of him, being naked and alone in the magical  \nwoods, and his member stirred and filled, becoming hard  \nand thick against his stomach. He chuckled a bit,  \nsmiling and grinning down at it. Shrugging, and  \nsmiling at the freedom of the situation, he took the  \nthick shaft in his hand and started his most often  \npartaken-of exercise, masturbation. His hand slid  \ngently along his seven-inch member slowly, his fingers  \nrubbing the pre-cum produced over his tip and along the  \nshaft, before gripping the shaft tightly, causing him  \nto moan quietly, his arm-muscles flexing  \nattractively. He smiled and looked up into the woods,  \nimagining himself being watched as he jerked his shaft  \nslowly, spreading his legs a bit, his other hand  \nsliding up and down his smooth tanned chest. He  \nsighed and hummed, jerking his cock faster and faster,  \nwatching his arm move up and down, watching the pre-cum  \nooze from his tip, then his balls as they started to  \ndraw up.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Then, he heard a noise... a twig snapped.  \n  \nHe looked up, his breath caught in his chest,  \nas his cock started spurting a load of thick white cum  \nall over his smooth brown chest, causing him to pant  \nand moan as he searched the clearing and surrounding  \nwoods with his eyes to see the source of the sound.  \n  \nThe woods looked no different; either the  \nsource of the sound was hidden from view, or it was  \njust an animal, too small to be noticed from his  \nvantage point, lying on his back, covered in his own  \nsemen.  \n  \nHe shrugged, too caught up in his own  \nafterglow to care very much. If it had been a person,  \nhe would have heard much more than that; the trail to  \nget here was a noisy and overgrown one, and it was  \nnearly impossible to travel it quietly. Besides, if  \nhe'd been seen by a person, it would have been likely  \nthey would have at least gasped at the sight of his  \nnaked, masturbating and orgasming form lying there on  \nhis sleeping bag, and the woods were quiet enough for  \nhim to hear a human gasp.  \n  \nHe slipped a pre-moistened towelette from a  \ndispenser by his right hand and cleaned the cum from  \nhis belly, chest, cock and fingers. He then tossed  \nthe towellette into his portable trash bag, never  \nwanting to litter the beautiful forest.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He smiled, sighed happily, and then just  \nclosed his eyes for a nap, not bothering to even slip  \ninto his sleeping bag.  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*\\*  \n  \nHe awoke to the view of a clear night and  \nbright stars, crickets chirping, the feel of cool fall  \nnight on his skin, and a warm, wet feeling around his  \nsleep-hardened cock.  \n  \nHe moaned quietly, believing a good dream had  \novertaken him, and looked down at what was causing this  \npleasant feeling. The night was dark, and the moon  \nwas hidden, so all he could see was a dark humanoid  \nshape, kneeling between his legs, it's head bobbing up  \nand down on his shaft. He moaned, not one to complain  \nabout lovely dreams of sex and spread his legs more,  \nreaching down to touch the shape, male by the musky  \nsmell of it, but that's all he could tell. Well, he  \nfigured, I'm bi, so this must be why I'm dreaming of...  \nohhh that's good... mysterious woody....mmmm.. men.... His  \nthoughts drifted off into pleasure, as the shape licked  \nand teased his cockhead a moment before going down on  \nhim fully once more, teeth gently grazing his tip in  \nthe most amazing way, tight warm lips sliding up and  \ndown his shaft, a smooth tongue pressed against the  \nsensitive underside of his shaft and tip as the shape  \nslid up an down, up and down, faster and faster.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He moaned, his hips thrusting up and down into  \nthe warm wonderful mouth.. faster and faster, his hands  \nmoving to caress the shoulders of the shape, feeling  \nwarm smooth male skin, which he caressed and massaged  \nas the shape continued to give him the most wonderful  \nblowjob he'd ever had.  \n  \nThe shape reached a gentle hand down to  \nmassage Chris beneath his balls, touching the magic  \narea between his legs, where it could stimulate Chris's  \nprostate, sending waves of pleasure into his groin and  \ncock.  \n  \nChris moaned louder, losing control at last,  \nand began to cum over and over again into the shape's  \nwaiting mouth, his back arching and his lungs gasping,  \nas his orgasm flowed through him, rocking his form,  \nseemingly more intense than ever, and lasting what  \nseemed like an hour as he spurted and spurted down the  \nshape's throat.  \n  \nThe shape drank the semen hungrily, as if it  \nwere drinking the nectar of the Gods, or something it's  \nvery life depended on. This went on and on, the shape  \nstimulating Chris's prostate and suckling up and down  \non his spurting cock until Chris was spent, lying on  \nhis back, panting and moaning in pleasure. The shape  \nslipped off of Chris's slick wet cock at that point,  \nlicking the last drops of cum from his tip, before  \nleaning over and whispering in a musical voice into  \nChris's ear... or maybe directly into his afterglow-  \nrattled mind, \"Thank you sweet one.\" It then took off,  \nspreading what looked like the shape of wings, black  \nagainst the stars as the shape was, flapping and  \ncarrying the shape into the sky and off into the  \ndeepest darkest places of the Carolina woods.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Chris lie there, spent and happy, staring  \ninto the starry moonless sky. \"Oh, by the Gods... what a  \nwonderful dream.... I love these woods...\" Chris, as if  \nyou hadn't guessed, followed Pagan beliefs, and his  \npersonal tastes were to the Greek pantheon. He'd  \nnever really rationalized it to himself why; it just  \nmade the most sense to him. In any case, he closed his  \neyes and drifted off to sleep once more, thinking his  \ndream would make him awfully sticky in the morning.  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n\"Odd,\" he thought as he woke and looked down  \nat his naked form, covered by a few brown and golden  \nleaves and blown grass, but no traces of his believed  \nnocturnal emission of the night before. \"Must have  \nhad a dry-gasm or something... maybe that's why it felt  \nso different.\" He shrugged and stood, stretching and  \nbrushing the blown sand and leaves from his nude body,  \nusing a few of the pre-moistened towlettes to get  \nhimself mostly clean before getting some milk from his  \ncooler and making himself a nice bowl of corn flakes  \ncereal.  \n  \nEventually, he put a swimsuit on and moved to  \nexplore the woods and clearings of the area, even  \nwalking back out into the open to explore the fort, sit  \nby the stream awhile, and enjoy the Samhain breezes on  \nhis skin. He talked with a few other campers, partook  \nof several of the Halloween events that had been  \nscheduled for the main grassy field of the park that  \nday and evening, and thourougly enjoyed himself.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Around 5 o'clock that evening, fog rolled in  \nfrom the stream by the fort, coating the ground in  \nthick mists quickly, but not affecting any of the  \nHalloween merriment, as it only lay about three feet  \nover the ground at it's highest.  \n  \nSeveral of the adults and children were in  \ncostume that evening, bobbing for apples, climbing rope-  \nladen poles, trick-or-treating with vendors and other  \ncampers, and generally having a grand old-fashioned  \nHalloween time. One of the adults, though, seemed to  \ncatch Chris's eye more often than the others. He  \nhadn't noticed this man until after the mists had  \nrolled in, but had noticed him several times since  \nthen. He was dressed as Pan, Chris assumed, and it  \nwas a marvelous costume. The man had very realistic-  \nlooking goat legs and hooves, and he was wearing about  \nthree-inch-long horns on his head, but Chris never  \ncould make out any string or makeup holding them on.  \nThe man was quite attractve as well, blonde and blue-  \neyed, long hair, thin like him, but his muscles were  \nwell-defined, not enough to make him look overly buff,  \nbut enough to make him quite pleasing to the eyes.  \nHis chest was smooth, like Chris's, and about as  \ntanned, with a light blonde downy hair on his forearms  \nas well. The moonlight (for there was a moon that  \nnight) seemed to reflect off the man's bare skin and  \narms, causing it to shimmer. Chris figured he had  \nused some of that glitter-spray you can get at  \nSpencer's for that effect, but the effect was quite  \nalluring none-the-less. The man was also naked, save  \na pair of leather shorts he wore over the furry legs.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Chris couldn't help watching the man, looking  \nat him over and over as he wandered the festivities.  \nThe man moved, or rather, trotted along to each of the  \nbooths in turn, partaking of the festivities as well.  \nOccasionally, the man (or if you wish to call him by  \nhis costume, the Satyr) would look over at Chris and  \nsmile, moonlight catching in his eyes and causing them  \nto sparkle in a most captivating way, before returning  \nto experiencing the innocent pleasures of Halloween at  \nthe park.  \n  \nBy 8 o'clock, the time had come for the  \nchildren to be led off for Ghost Stories, and the  \nadults t sit around the huge bonfire at the center of  \nthe field and talk amongst themselves while the  \nchildren were frightened before bed. Chris took this  \nopportunity to approach the alluring Satyr-clad man and  \nspeak to him.  \n  \n\"Um, hello there...\" Chris smiled at the  \nman, \"Couldn't help noticing you...um... I mean, your  \ncostume... Pan, right?\"  \n  \nThe Satyr chuckled and smiled, eyes sparkling  \nin that captivating way again, \"No, actually.. Pan's  \nhorns are much longer than mine... I'm a Satyr tonight,  \nbut you were definitely close.\" He grinned alluringly  \nat Chris.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Chris blushed a bit and smiled back, \"Sorry...  \nI guess I should have known that... being a student of  \nthe Greeks and all.. so, um... is this seat taken?\"  \nChris indicated the spot on the bench beside the Satyr.  \n  \n\"Oh! Please sit... keep me company...\" He  \nsmiled enchantingly at Chris as he patted the spot next  \nto him. Chris looked down and almost for a second  \nthought that the Satyr's furry tail sticking from his  \nshorts actually.. wagged?  \n  \nChris shook the thought from his mind and sat  \nnext to the charming Satyr, smiling and looking into  \nhis eyes, wondering if he should broach the subject  \nthat he'd been wondering since first sight of him...  \n  \nThe Satyr chuckled, \"Yes... in case you're  \nwondering, I do find men attractive... And, yes, I find  \nyou attractive too.\"  \n  \nChris swallowed and blushed, \"How... did...\"  \n  \n\"You looked like that's what you were  \nthinking.\"  \n  \n\"Oh...\" He cleared his throat and smiled, \"Um...  \nthank you. I think you look... gods... so good in that  \ncostume... it... fits you.\"  \n  \nThe Satyr smiled and nodded. \"That's what  \nthey tell me... I normally look a bit different,  \nobviously...\" He winked. \"But for Samhain, I always like  \nto come this way.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Chris chuckled, \"Well yeah... I don't expect  \nyou wear horns and hooves to work...\"  \n  \nThe Satyr smirked, \"Hooves, no... horns,  \nactually, they don't seem to mind them all that  \nmuch.\" He winked. \"Of course, being a singer, I'm  \nexpected to look a bit exotic.\"  \n  \nChris licked his lips a bit, watching the  \nSatyr, listening to his musical voice. \"A singer... wow,  \nhave you done anything I would recognize?\"  \n  \n\"Probably not...\" He grinned, \"I only do local  \nclubs, and I live... a good distance away from this  \nplace.\"  \n  \nChris nodded, \"Me too... I live in Philly.  \nUsed to live in Charleston... wish I could come back here  \nto stay sometime.\"  \n  \nThe Satyr cocked his head to the side and  \nsmiled, watching Chris, \"You'd live anywhere but  \nPhilly, if you had the chance, wouldn't you?\"  \n  \n\"Oh Gods, yes....\" He chuckled, \"Philly has to  \nbe the city at the bottom of the deepest barrel in  \nhell.\" He smirked, \"Well, maybe not THAT bad.... But  \nclose, at least to me anyway. My heart is here, in the  \nforest...\" He sighed. \"Sometimes I wish I could live in  \nthe forest forever... but I know that can't be...\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The Satyr slipped an arm around Chris's bare  \nshoulders and pulled him close to himself. The  \nSatyr's bare skin felt smooth like velvet against  \nChris's bare shoulders, back and arm as he found  \nhimself leaning against the Satyr's warm body. The  \nSatyr spoke to him softly, soothingly, \"Why can't it  \nbe? You have only to take the steps... the woods are  \nhere for you, they always were, and they always will  \nbe.\"  \n  \nChris looked into the Satyr's eyes,  \nswallowing and breathing a bit faster, the eyes seeming  \nto draw him in... they weren't blue, now, Chris thought...  \nthey were violet... a deep shimmering violet. Chris  \nspoke in hushed, mesmerized tones, \"I... have a life... a  \njob....\"  \n  \n\"Do you have a lover? Someone to call your  \nown?\"  \n  \nChris sighed and shook his head, eyes still  \nlocked on the Satyrs, as if they were the only two  \npeople in the world. \"No... I'm alone.\"  \n  \nThe Satyr ran a gentle finger down Chris's  \ncheek and smiled softly, \"I know someone who is also  \nalone... my best friend, Shane. He's back where I came  \nfrom... Where you live, you have nothing. Jobs come and  \ngo, friends love you no matter where you are. The  \ntime comes when you must break the ties that bind and  \ngo forth to follow your heart. What if I told you,  \nthat I could grant your wish?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Chris stammered and stuttered, but could not  \nbreak his gaze from the gentle Satyr before him, and  \nsomewhere... deep inside his heart, he knew the Satyr  \nspoke the truth. \"Then I'd wish to meet this Shane...  \nif he is anything like you... I... feel I would fall in  \nlove with him at once.\"  \n  \nThe Satyr smiled, \"Music to my ears... then I  \nshall grant your wish, at least in part, tonight. I  \nwill take you to where I am from. And, it must be  \ntonight, Samhain, if you catch my meaning.\"  \n  \nChris swallowed and nodded,  \nunderstanding. \"You... ARE a Satyr.... A real one.\"  \n  \nThe Satyr smiled and nodded, \"Mostly, yes... As  \nI said, I do look a bit different on the other side of  \nthe mists.... Here, I appear as whatever Fae my blood  \nmatches most. Shane, however, is a True Satyr, and  \nhe's been watching you for some time. He's just  \nunable to be able to cross over as I can. I've a but  \nmore magick in my blood than an ordinary Satyr.\"  \n  \nChris nodded, believing, though he had no  \nidea why. \"You... then I take it... are not alone?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"No,\" the Satyr smiled fondly, \"I am mated,  \nactually. But, don't let that disappoint you.... I'm  \nstill half Satyr, and allowed to play... like last  \nnight.\" He winked and grinned playfully.  \n  \nChris gasped, mouth open, \"That... was you...?  \nBut... he... you had... wings... didn't you?\"  \n  \nThe Satyr chuckled and nodded, \"Yes....  \nNaturally, I have wings. You'll see tonight... now, if  \nyou like.\"  \n  \nChris blinked. \"But what about the other  \npeople here?\"  \n  \nThe Satyr smiled, \"Look around, my friend.\"  \n  \nChris found then he was able to break eye-  \ncontact from the alluring Satyr and look around the  \nbonfire. There was no one but the two of them there,  \nand the bonfire had dwindled to embers. He blinked and  \nlooked at his watch. It read 11:30pm. He  \ngasped, \"Wh... what happened?\"  \n  \n\"Time flies when you're with a Faerie, my  \nfriend...\" The Satyr winked and grinned,  \nstanding. \"Especially on Samhain... when the mists  \nroll in... as they have done. While we were talking,  \nthe mists came in and overtook us. We're both now  \nbetween worlds, yours and mine. The mortals can no  \nlonger see or hear us, and neither can those of my  \nworld. We're here alone... together.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Chris blinked and stood, looking around.  \nThe field was still, windless. The trees at the far  \nends were gray, yet sparkling somehow in the  \nmoonlight. Just beyond the first row of trees all  \naround the field was a thick fog, blocking the view of  \nanything beyond it, yet the field itself was clear, and  \nthe sky above sparkling and full of stars. He gasped  \nand looked back at the Satyr... who had changed.  \nThe Satyr was now a bit shorter and younger  \nlooking, yet still terribly attractive and fit, still  \nwith long blonde hair, smooth chest, toned and fit  \nchest, stomach and arms, with the blonde downy hair on  \nhis forearms, and he still had the dark horns on his  \nblonde head, and sparkling violet eyes. Only now,  \nhis ears had gained points, and his legs had changed,  \nthe goatish legs, tail and hooves replaced by the legs,  \ntail and paws of a panther, fur shimmering in the  \nmoonlight. Behind him sprouted wings of silver-  \nblack, huge eagle-wings, easily large enough to carry  \nhim and another off into the night. He  \nsmiled. \"Like what you see?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Chris blinked and gasped, \"What... are you?\"  \n  \n\"I'm a SatyrKitty.... My family was created by  \nDionysus long ago, a mixture of his three favourite  \nspecies, Satyr, Gryphon and Panther, and endowed with  \nmagick beyond that of other Fae and Furry creatures.\"  \n  \nChris blinked and nodded, his Greek knowledge  \nmaking that actually make sense. \"Y.. yes, I like what  \nI see...\"  \nSatyrKitty smiled and nodded, \"And I still  \nlike what I see...\" He snapped his fingers and his  \nleather shorts vanished, revealing his 7.5 inch long,  \nthick, hard and dripping with pre-cum, member. \"In  \norder for me to grant your wish, you must forsake the  \nhuman world, forever. For in order to enter the lands  \nof the Faeries and Furries, you must become one of  \nthem... one of us.\"  \nChris swallowed and nodded, chewing his  \nbottom lip as he considered, thinking of his family,  \nhis friends, his life... then of Philly, the cold, the  \ngloominess, the feeling of old war that haunted the  \nplace, and above all, the loneliness that haunted his  \nheart and soul every single day and night in his  \nworld. He swallowed once more, nodded and took a deep  \nbreath, \"I accept... make me one of you.\"  \nSatyrKitty  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; SatyrKitty smiled happily and padded over to  \nChris, taking him into his arms and holding him, wings  \nwrapped around them both, warmly, protectively, his  \nlarge erection poking Chris in the groin and  \ntummy. \"Shane will be so happy....\"  \n  \nChris giggled and hugged the faerie close,  \nsighing happily at the touch of the Elven skin against  \nhis own, and the warm soft feathers holding and  \nprotecting him. He resisted the urge to grab the hard  \nleaking cock pressed against him, not sure whether he  \nwas meant to or not. \"I know I will be too... if he's  \nanything like you...\"  \n  \nSatyrKitty smiled and released Chris after a  \nlong and warm hug. \"He is enough... you'll love him. I  \ncan foresee that already.\" He grinned and  \nchuckled. \"Now, if you would.... You can lose the  \nswimsuit... you won't need it where we're going.\"  \n  \nChris blushed and nodded, untying the string  \nand dropping the swim-shorts to the ground, revealing  \nhis own erection to the SatyrKitty.  \n  \nSatyrKitty licked his lips and grinned,  \nmoving to Chris and kneeling down, giving the human's  \ncock a good long lick from base to tip, then standing  \nand smiling. \"I love that taste...\" He  \ngiggled. \"Now, in order to become one of us, we must  \nbe as one....\" He raised his crystal voice and sang, his  \nhair blowing magically in the non-existent wind, words  \nin a Faerie Magickal tongue long forgotten by mortal  \nmen. He grinned and looked into Chris's eyes as he  \nmoved to him, gently running a single finger down  \nChris's chest, belly, then up along Chris's shaft and  \ncoming to rest on the human's leaking tip. \"Lay down  \non your back.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Chris nodded, shivering at the gentle touch,  \nand lay back on the soft gray yet sparkling grass of  \nthe limbo world that existed for these two souls alone,  \nhis heavy cock laying flat against his belly and chest.  \n  \nSatyrKitty flapped his wings and took off,  \nthen descended, hovering over Chris, his lips over  \nChris's cock, and his cock dangling before Chris's  \nwaiting lips, positioning themselves for a magical  \n69. He lowered himself more, slipping his cock into  \nChris's mouth, as he took Chris's member into his own,  \nlicking all around the tip before pressing his lips and  \ntongue tight against the shaft, taking it deep into his  \nmouth as he sucked it. He wrapped his arms around  \nChris, then flapped his wings harder, taking the two of  \nthem into the air quickly, Chris magically held in  \nperfect place by the SatyrKitty as they ascended into  \nthe starry sky.  \n  \nChris felt a surge of feeling as he was taken  \ninto the air, pleasure from his cock as he was sucked  \nand licked and taken, and a feeling of power and energy  \nfrom all around him. He took the Satyr-Panther's cock  \nin his tight lips, tongue swirling around the tip,  \nbefore taking it down into his throat and sucking,  \nbeginning to bob up and down on it, sucking and  \nlicking, as moans escaped his nose at the pleasures  \ngiven him by his new fond Faerie friend.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; SatyrKitty held his human friend in a magical  \nbubble, keeping Chris weightless as he sucked and  \npleasured Chris's cock with his tongue and lips,  \nbobbing quickly up and down along the hard shaft.  \nOnce the spell had Chris safely suspended in the air,  \nhe let go so as to caress all along the human's chest,  \nnipples, and arms, sending tingles of pure energy into  \nChris's skin from every touch against his own, his  \ntongue sending stimulating tingles through the stiff  \nhuman cock, vibrating it with pleasure down to Chris's  \nballs.  \n  \nChris moaned on SatyrKitty's cock, vibrating  \nit the only way a human could, as SatyKitty's magick  \nbrought him closer and closer to orgasm.... When the  \nmagic flooded into his cock, tingling and vibrating it,  \nChris could take it no longer.... His cock twitched and  \nstarted shooting spurt after spurt of warm thick cum  \ndown the SatyrKitty's throat, his arms wrapped around  \nthe Faerie's waist.  \n  \nSatyrKitty purred and drank the lovely  \nliquid, his own member starting to spew forth it's own  \nsweet juice into Chris's waiting mouth, filling his  \nbelly and tasting like everything Chris had ever loved  \nto eat and drink.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Chris's orgasm was intense, far more even  \nthan the one of the previous night... It surged on and  \non, his cum filling SatyrKitty as SatyrKitty's cum  \nfilled him, on and on... seemingly for days and days...  \ntime losing meaning in the waves upon waves of intense  \nand perfect sexual pleasure, his and SatyrKitty's  \nbodies tumbling and spinning in the starry sky,  \nsuspended by magic and pleasure, like a living Yin and  \nTang symbol, rotating and moaning, two souls united in  \nmagic and perfect pleasure, on and on....  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*\\*  \n  \nChris awoke on a soft bed of what felt like  \nfeathers, looking up at a skyline blocked by tall  \nageless trees. He blinked and sat up on his elbows,  \nlooking around. Beside him lay SatyrKitty, still in  \nhis true form, sleeping peacefully, a smile on his  \nElven face, his wings curled around them both, one  \nacting as bed, the other as cover. Chris smiled, \"It  \nwas real... all of it. Oh by the gods.... By... Pan.\" He  \nblinked as he heard himself say \"Pan\" as if it were the  \nmost natural god to swear by.... He looked down at  \nhimself, at his own brown furry legs, and the two  \nhooves connected to those legs, sticking out from the  \nbottom of SatyrKitty's wing-cover. He felt the top of  \nhis head and at the two horns now sprouting  \nthere. \"Oh my... my....I... I'm a....\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Satyr,\" came the musical voice next to him,  \nas SatyrKitty smiled and opened his eyes, \"You're a  \nSatyr, borne of my magic, and the desires of your  \nsoul. Oh....\" He giggled then, \"My name's Gryphon by  \nthe way.... What's yours?\"  \n  \nChris blinked, then chuckled. \"Chris.\"  \n  \nGryphon smiled and nodded, \"Good name... one of  \nmy favourites, actually.\"  \n  \nChris smiled and nodded, \"Thanks.... I like  \nGryphon too. So, um, you said the desires of my  \nsoul? So, this is what I wanted?\"  \n  \nGryphon nodded, \"Yes.... The spell of  \nTransformation only brings forth the inner light of the  \nFae or Fur that exists in all mortal men, that lingers  \nfrom the time when we were all creatures of Magick.  \nYou could have ended up an Elf, a Brownie... any type of  \nFae, or even a Fur. Furs are what most humans become  \nwhen they cross over. They're anthropomorphic  \nversions of Earth animals. Like my mate, for  \ninstance. He's a wolf. Nicholai T. Wolf,\" He  \nsmiled, his eyes sparkle more at the mention of his  \nmate.  \n  \nChris nodded, taking in the details of his  \nnew world, \"So, by mate.... You mean you're married to  \nthis Nicholai?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Gryphon nodded. \"Yes... and he's the only one  \nI could ever feel love for, even though I lust after  \njust about everybody.\" He giggled.  \n  \nChris chuckled and nodded. \"I can see why...\"  \nhe smirked. \"So, were you human once?\"  \n  \nGryphon shook his head, \"No... I was born  \nhere. My family only exists on this plane.  \nActually, most everyone here is native. Only a select  \nfew humans are allowed to cross, actually. And, of  \ncourse, the spell can only be done by the SatyrKitty  \nline, and only on Samhain. To date, we've only only  \nbrought over less than a hundred. We pick the best  \nhumans we can find, and watch them with magick.  \nPeople, we think SHOULD have been born here, but due to  \na trick of fate, ended up on your world. You're part  \nof a small and blessed breed, my dear Chris. And  \nShane is very lucky.\"  \n  \nChris asked, \"Do you.... Do you think I really  \nwill love him?\"  \n  \nGryphon chuckled, \"Of course... just wait till  \nyou see him, then you'll feel it. That's another way I  \nfound you, through him. Do you believe in soul-mates?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Chris smiled, \"I believe in everything now.\"  \n  \nGryphon chuckled and nodded, \"Good boy.... But,  \nyes, soul-mates exist. And here, they're easier to  \nfind than on your world, because of magic. Though, I  \nfound Nicholai purely by accident.... But that's only  \nbecause I never wanted to learn the powers of my  \nfamily, or do much of anything really, until AFTER I  \nmet him.... His was the love that gave me the strength to  \nbe what I'm meant to be. Anyway...\" He grins, \"When  \nShane came to me, and asked me to find out if he had a  \nsoul-mate, I happily agreed. He's my best friend, I  \nfelt he should feel the kind of love I did for  \nNicholai.\"  \n  \nChris nodded and listened, cuddling up to the  \nFaerie, reveling in the touch of their skin connecting  \nand the featherbed all around him.  \n  \nGryphon continued, \"When I traced his soul-  \nline to Earth, I was of course, surprised. I watched  \nyou a good deal before I gave Shane his own scrying  \ncrystal so that he could watch you, to make sure you  \nwere the right one.... You are.\"  \n  \nChris smirked, \"You watched me? HE watched  \nme? How much, doing what?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Gryphon giggled. \"Masturbating mostly... you  \nseem to enjoy that...\"  \n  \nChris blushed, \"Well.. um.. I... uh...\"  \n  \nGryphon grinned and hugged him. \"It's okay,  \nsexy. Humans do that more than they admit, believe  \nme... \" He winks. \"And they aren't the only ones.\"  \n  \nChris blushed and hugged him back, \"Um...  \nokay...\" He chuckled a bit then smiled, \"Thank you... \" he  \nsaid has he looked into Gryphon's eyes. \"For  \neverything.\"  \n  \nGryphon nodded and smiled. \"Quite welcome....  \nBut it's not over yet... we still have to fly back to the  \ncity to find Shane. We're in my Glade at the moment.\"  \n  \nChris nodded, sighing happily. \"Is the city  \nas beautiful as it is here?\"  \n  \n\"Some places... some places not as much. It's  \nlike Earth in that way... but, by the same token.... It's  \nALL better than your world... no offence.\"  \n  \nChris smiled, \"None taken.... I never liked it  \nanyway.\"  \n  \nGryphon smiled and gave him a kiss on the  \ncheek. \"Good to hear.... Now.. ready to fly?\"  \n  \nChris nodded, then paused, \"Not that I'm  \nhungry... but.... Don't we need to eat breakfast?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Gryphon giggled. \"No, actually. Faeries  \ndon't eat food, or drink, unless we wish to. Furs do,  \nthough. Nothing wrong with that, of course.... They have  \nadvantages we don't, as well.\"  \n  \n\"Oh?\" Chris asked, \"Like what?\"  \n  \nGryphon shrugged, \"Well, we're vulnerable to  \niron at times.... Which is actually the fault of the  \nbeliefs of your world encroaching on ours. Didn't use  \nto be true.... Oh well, all things change in time. And  \nFurs can have children. Most faeries can't. They're  \nimmortal. The SatyrKitty family is different in that,  \nsince we're half Fur, we can have children.... And we're  \nnot immortal, but we do live longer than most Furs,  \nexcept for Dragons of course.\"  \n  \n\"Dragons?\"  \nGryphon nodded, \"Yes, they're here as well...  \nbut anyway, it's time we flew. I can feel Shane's  \nimpatience from here....\" He giggled.  \n  \nChris smiled and nodded, \"Okay... I'm anxious  \nto meet him too.\"  \n  \nGryphon nodded and held the newly born Satyr  \nclose to him, \"Hold tight, my boy... time to fly!\"  \n  \nChris held him tightly, as they rose into the  \nmorning sky and headed off to the gleaming city in the  \ndistance, beyond the Satyr Glade that Gryphon called  \nhome.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nTo be continued... ..  \n  \nAll of the above text is Copyright Chance Chandler ©  \n2002, all rights reserved.  \n  \nLikeness, Character, Personality, and Appearance  \n(including physical description) of Gryphon SatyrKitty©  \nis Copyright Chance Chandler © 2002, all rights  \nreserved. The Character of Nicholai is used with  \npermission. Yes, I am anal about Copyrights. :)  \n  \n\n"}