# Satyr of the Wood

Author: Gryphon SatyrKitty
Tags: Gay, Human, M/M, Magic, Satyr, Transformation

This story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes of  
homoerotic sex, and homosexual activity. Any  
similarities between the characters within and actual  
people or characters are are coincidental and  
unintentional. Liberties may have been taken with the  
mythologies of the Ancient Greeks, Celts, and possibly  
others. No offence is intended. The Likeness,  
Character, Personality, and Appearance (including  
physical description) of Gryphon SatyrKitty© is  
Copyright Chance Chandler © 2002, all rights reserved.  
The character of Nicholai is mentioned with his owner's  
permission.  
  
  
Satyr of the Wood  
  
By Chance Chandler  
  
Chris stepped from the bus at the large  
front parking lot of Dorchester State Park , just  
south of Summerville , South Carolina . He'd been  
traveling all night from the north, looking for the  
last remnants of summer and warm weather which still  
existed in this part of the country, even this late in  
October, so that he could get his last camping trip of  
the year in, on his favourite holiday, Samhain, which  
was the following night, the 31 st, the night otherwise  
known as Halloween.  
  

  He breathed in the warm air, smelling of  
nearby water and the pleasant smokiness that can only  
come from several barbecues alight and cooking at once,  
but with the hint of the "sharpness" of fall that one  
is never sure he smells, or simply feels, this time of  
year.  
  
He grinned, hefted his red and orange  
backpack, and tromped off in the direction of the  
woods, away from the tabby fort near the stream that  
was the main tourist attraction, away from the majority  
of traces of barbecue smoke, towards sections of forest  
that are less often visited by the human tourist masses.  
  
He was now a tourist, himself, technically.  
But, he didn't feel like one, having grown up and spent  
most of his life slightly north of here in Charleston,  
the city by the sea, a warm peninsular town full of  
history - and, as he always believed, magic - jutting  
out into the Atlantic between the Ashley and Cooper  
Rivers. He was forced to move to Philadelphia by his  
family, following his father's job. He never enjoyed  
himself since, but that was, now, unfortunately, his  
home.  
  

  He walked, smiling, down little-used trails,  
and skipping over fallen trees and newly grown ferns,  
until he found himself at his favourite clearing, far  
from the sounds and smells of his fellow campers off by  
the stream.  
  
He grinned, letting his pack fall with a plop  
to the ground. He looked around, making sure he saw  
nor heard any evidence of humanity, before stripping  
down to nothing, dropping all of his clothing onto into  
a pile on the ground. Though, he put his sandals back  
on afterwards not quite interested in accidentally  
stepping on a rock and spraining his foot. He was an  
attractive man, to be sure. He was about 5 foot 4  
inches tall, and mostly thin, save for some pleasant-  
looking muscular development in his pectorals and arms,  
caused by heavy lifting and, humourously enough, lots  
of masturbation. He had dark hair, dark eyes, and was  
mostly hairless save for his head and groin area, and  
some fuzz on his legs and forearms. His skin tone was  
tanned, despite his northern residence - he had made  
sure of that, going to the local public pool every day  
he could get off work, all summer, so he didn't look as  
deathly pale as his city-mates.  
  

  He stretched, smiling, feeling the warm-with-  
traces-of-cool breeze on his bare skin, taking a deep  
breath and sighing happily. Still grinning, he  
started unpacking his pack and setting up his tent,  
folding chairs, portable stove and the like. Once the  
tediums of arrival were completed, he unrolled his  
sleeping bag onto the hard ground and lay down upon it,  
setting a pillow beneath his head. Not inside it, mind  
you, on top of it, his naked body exposed to the sun  
and air. He slipped a pair of sunglasses on and just  
let his eyes roam the woods as he lay relaxing, his  
ears listening to the sounds of nature, his bare skin  
feeling every gust of wind, and the warmth of the  
southern autumn sun.  
  
Of course, it wasn't long before nature took  
hold of him, being naked and alone in the magical  
woods, and his member stirred and filled, becoming hard  
and thick against his stomach. He chuckled a bit,  
smiling and grinning down at it. Shrugging, and  
smiling at the freedom of the situation, he took the  
thick shaft in his hand and started his most often  
partaken-of exercise, masturbation. His hand slid  
gently along his seven-inch member slowly, his fingers  
rubbing the pre-cum produced over his tip and along the  
shaft, before gripping the shaft tightly, causing him  
to moan quietly, his arm-muscles flexing  
attractively. He smiled and looked up into the woods,  
imagining himself being watched as he jerked his shaft  
slowly, spreading his legs a bit, his other hand  
sliding up and down his smooth tanned chest. He  
sighed and hummed, jerking his cock faster and faster,  
watching his arm move up and down, watching the pre-cum  
ooze from his tip, then his balls as they started to  
draw up.  
  

  Then, he heard a noise... a twig snapped.  
  
He looked up, his breath caught in his chest,  
as his cock started spurting a load of thick white cum  
all over his smooth brown chest, causing him to pant  
and moan as he searched the clearing and surrounding  
woods with his eyes to see the source of the sound.  
  
The woods looked no different; either the  
source of the sound was hidden from view, or it was  
just an animal, too small to be noticed from his  
vantage point, lying on his back, covered in his own  
semen.  
  
He shrugged, too caught up in his own  
afterglow to care very much. If it had been a person,  
he would have heard much more than that; the trail to  
get here was a noisy and overgrown one, and it was  
nearly impossible to travel it quietly. Besides, if  
he'd been seen by a person, it would have been likely  
they would have at least gasped at the sight of his  
naked, masturbating and orgasming form lying there on  
his sleeping bag, and the woods were quiet enough for  
him to hear a human gasp.  
  
He slipped a pre-moistened towelette from a  
dispenser by his right hand and cleaned the cum from  
his belly, chest, cock and fingers. He then tossed  
the towellette into his portable trash bag, never  
wanting to litter the beautiful forest.  
  

  He smiled, sighed happily, and then just  
closed his eyes for a nap, not bothering to even slip  
into his sleeping bag.  
  
\*\*\*\*  
  
He awoke to the view of a clear night and  
bright stars, crickets chirping, the feel of cool fall  
night on his skin, and a warm, wet feeling around his  
sleep-hardened cock.  
  
He moaned quietly, believing a good dream had  
overtaken him, and looked down at what was causing this  
pleasant feeling. The night was dark, and the moon  
was hidden, so all he could see was a dark humanoid  
shape, kneeling between his legs, it's head bobbing up  
and down on his shaft. He moaned, not one to complain  
about lovely dreams of sex and spread his legs more,  
reaching down to touch the shape, male by the musky  
smell of it, but that's all he could tell. Well, he  
figured, I'm bi, so this must be why I'm dreaming of...  
ohhh that's good... mysterious woody....mmmm.. men.... His  
thoughts drifted off into pleasure, as the shape licked  
and teased his cockhead a moment before going down on  
him fully once more, teeth gently grazing his tip in  
the most amazing way, tight warm lips sliding up and  
down his shaft, a smooth tongue pressed against the  
sensitive underside of his shaft and tip as the shape  
slid up an down, up and down, faster and faster.  
  

  He moaned, his hips thrusting up and down into  
the warm wonderful mouth.. faster and faster, his hands  
moving to caress the shoulders of the shape, feeling  
warm smooth male skin, which he caressed and massaged  
as the shape continued to give him the most wonderful  
blowjob he'd ever had.  
  
The shape reached a gentle hand down to  
massage Chris beneath his balls, touching the magic  
area between his legs, where it could stimulate Chris's  
prostate, sending waves of pleasure into his groin and  
cock.  
  
Chris moaned louder, losing control at last,  
and began to cum over and over again into the shape's  
waiting mouth, his back arching and his lungs gasping,  
as his orgasm flowed through him, rocking his form,  
seemingly more intense than ever, and lasting what  
seemed like an hour as he spurted and spurted down the  
shape's throat.  
  
The shape drank the semen hungrily, as if it  
were drinking the nectar of the Gods, or something it's  
very life depended on. This went on and on, the shape  
stimulating Chris's prostate and suckling up and down  
on his spurting cock until Chris was spent, lying on  
his back, panting and moaning in pleasure. The shape  
slipped off of Chris's slick wet cock at that point,  
licking the last drops of cum from his tip, before  
leaning over and whispering in a musical voice into  
Chris's ear... or maybe directly into his afterglow-  
rattled mind, "Thank you sweet one." It then took off,  
spreading what looked like the shape of wings, black  
against the stars as the shape was, flapping and  
carrying the shape into the sky and off into the  
deepest darkest places of the Carolina woods.  
  

  Chris lie there, spent and happy, staring  
into the starry moonless sky. "Oh, by the Gods... what a  
wonderful dream.... I love these woods..." Chris, as if  
you hadn't guessed, followed Pagan beliefs, and his  
personal tastes were to the Greek pantheon. He'd  
never really rationalized it to himself why; it just  
made the most sense to him. In any case, he closed his  
eyes and drifted off to sleep once more, thinking his  
dream would make him awfully sticky in the morning.  
  
\*\*\*\*  
  
"Odd," he thought as he woke and looked down  
at his naked form, covered by a few brown and golden  
leaves and blown grass, but no traces of his believed  
nocturnal emission of the night before. "Must have  
had a dry-gasm or something... maybe that's why it felt  
so different." He shrugged and stood, stretching and  
brushing the blown sand and leaves from his nude body,  
using a few of the pre-moistened towlettes to get  
himself mostly clean before getting some milk from his  
cooler and making himself a nice bowl of corn flakes  
cereal.  
  
Eventually, he put a swimsuit on and moved to  
explore the woods and clearings of the area, even  
walking back out into the open to explore the fort, sit  
by the stream awhile, and enjoy the Samhain breezes on  
his skin. He talked with a few other campers, partook  
of several of the Halloween events that had been  
scheduled for the main grassy field of the park that  
day and evening, and thourougly enjoyed himself.  
  

  Around 5 o'clock that evening, fog rolled in  
from the stream by the fort, coating the ground in  
thick mists quickly, but not affecting any of the  
Halloween merriment, as it only lay about three feet  
over the ground at it's highest.  
  
Several of the adults and children were in  
costume that evening, bobbing for apples, climbing rope-  
laden poles, trick-or-treating with vendors and other  
campers, and generally having a grand old-fashioned  
Halloween time. One of the adults, though, seemed to  
catch Chris's eye more often than the others. He  
hadn't noticed this man until after the mists had  
rolled in, but had noticed him several times since  
then. He was dressed as Pan, Chris assumed, and it  
was a marvelous costume. The man had very realistic-  
looking goat legs and hooves, and he was wearing about  
three-inch-long horns on his head, but Chris never  
could make out any string or makeup holding them on.  
The man was quite attractve as well, blonde and blue-  
eyed, long hair, thin like him, but his muscles were  
well-defined, not enough to make him look overly buff,  
but enough to make him quite pleasing to the eyes.  
His chest was smooth, like Chris's, and about as  
tanned, with a light blonde downy hair on his forearms  
as well. The moonlight (for there was a moon that  
night) seemed to reflect off the man's bare skin and  
arms, causing it to shimmer. Chris figured he had  
used some of that glitter-spray you can get at  
Spencer's for that effect, but the effect was quite  
alluring none-the-less. The man was also naked, save  
a pair of leather shorts he wore over the furry legs.  
  

  Chris couldn't help watching the man, looking  
at him over and over as he wandered the festivities.  
The man moved, or rather, trotted along to each of the  
booths in turn, partaking of the festivities as well.  
Occasionally, the man (or if you wish to call him by  
his costume, the Satyr) would look over at Chris and  
smile, moonlight catching in his eyes and causing them  
to sparkle in a most captivating way, before returning  
to experiencing the innocent pleasures of Halloween at  
the park.  
  
By 8 o'clock, the time had come for the  
children to be led off for Ghost Stories, and the  
adults t sit around the huge bonfire at the center of  
the field and talk amongst themselves while the  
children were frightened before bed. Chris took this  
opportunity to approach the alluring Satyr-clad man and  
speak to him.  
  
"Um, hello there..." Chris smiled at the  
man, "Couldn't help noticing you...um... I mean, your  
costume... Pan, right?"  
  
The Satyr chuckled and smiled, eyes sparkling  
in that captivating way again, "No, actually.. Pan's  
horns are much longer than mine... I'm a Satyr tonight,  
but you were definitely close." He grinned alluringly  
at Chris.  
  

  Chris blushed a bit and smiled back, "Sorry...  
I guess I should have known that... being a student of  
the Greeks and all.. so, um... is this seat taken?"  
Chris indicated the spot on the bench beside the Satyr.  
  
"Oh! Please sit... keep me company..." He  
smiled enchantingly at Chris as he patted the spot next  
to him. Chris looked down and almost for a second  
thought that the Satyr's furry tail sticking from his  
shorts actually.. wagged?  
  
Chris shook the thought from his mind and sat  
next to the charming Satyr, smiling and looking into  
his eyes, wondering if he should broach the subject  
that he'd been wondering since first sight of him...  
  
The Satyr chuckled, "Yes... in case you're  
wondering, I do find men attractive... And, yes, I find  
you attractive too."  
  
Chris swallowed and blushed, "How... did..."  
  
"You looked like that's what you were  
thinking."  
  
"Oh..." He cleared his throat and smiled, "Um...  
thank you. I think you look... gods... so good in that  
costume... it... fits you."  
  
The Satyr smiled and nodded. "That's what  
they tell me... I normally look a bit different,  
obviously..." He winked. "But for Samhain, I always like  
to come this way."  
  

  Chris chuckled, "Well yeah... I don't expect  
you wear horns and hooves to work..."  
  
The Satyr smirked, "Hooves, no... horns,  
actually, they don't seem to mind them all that  
much." He winked. "Of course, being a singer, I'm  
expected to look a bit exotic."  
  
Chris licked his lips a bit, watching the  
Satyr, listening to his musical voice. "A singer... wow,  
have you done anything I would recognize?"  
  
"Probably not..." He grinned, "I only do local  
clubs, and I live... a good distance away from this  
place."  
  
Chris nodded, "Me too... I live in Philly.  
Used to live in Charleston... wish I could come back here  
to stay sometime."  
  
The Satyr cocked his head to the side and  
smiled, watching Chris, "You'd live anywhere but  
Philly, if you had the chance, wouldn't you?"  
  
"Oh Gods, yes...." He chuckled, "Philly has to  
be the city at the bottom of the deepest barrel in  
hell." He smirked, "Well, maybe not THAT bad.... But  
close, at least to me anyway. My heart is here, in the  
forest..." He sighed. "Sometimes I wish I could live in  
the forest forever... but I know that can't be..."  
  

  The Satyr slipped an arm around Chris's bare  
shoulders and pulled him close to himself. The  
Satyr's bare skin felt smooth like velvet against  
Chris's bare shoulders, back and arm as he found  
himself leaning against the Satyr's warm body. The  
Satyr spoke to him softly, soothingly, "Why can't it  
be? You have only to take the steps... the woods are  
here for you, they always were, and they always will  
be."  
  
Chris looked into the Satyr's eyes,  
swallowing and breathing a bit faster, the eyes seeming  
to draw him in... they weren't blue, now, Chris thought...  
they were violet... a deep shimmering violet. Chris  
spoke in hushed, mesmerized tones, "I... have a life... a  
job...."  
  
"Do you have a lover? Someone to call your  
own?"  
  
Chris sighed and shook his head, eyes still  
locked on the Satyrs, as if they were the only two  
people in the world. "No... I'm alone."  
  
The Satyr ran a gentle finger down Chris's  
cheek and smiled softly, "I know someone who is also  
alone... my best friend, Shane. He's back where I came  
from... Where you live, you have nothing. Jobs come and  
go, friends love you no matter where you are. The  
time comes when you must break the ties that bind and  
go forth to follow your heart. What if I told you,  
that I could grant your wish?"  
  

  Chris stammered and stuttered, but could not  
break his gaze from the gentle Satyr before him, and  
somewhere... deep inside his heart, he knew the Satyr  
spoke the truth. "Then I'd wish to meet this Shane...  
if he is anything like you... I... feel I would fall in  
love with him at once."  
  
The Satyr smiled, "Music to my ears... then I  
shall grant your wish, at least in part, tonight. I  
will take you to where I am from. And, it must be  
tonight, Samhain, if you catch my meaning."  
  
Chris swallowed and nodded,  
understanding. "You... ARE a Satyr.... A real one."  
  
The Satyr smiled and nodded, "Mostly, yes... As  
I said, I do look a bit different on the other side of  
the mists.... Here, I appear as whatever Fae my blood  
matches most. Shane, however, is a True Satyr, and  
he's been watching you for some time. He's just  
unable to be able to cross over as I can. I've a but  
more magick in my blood than an ordinary Satyr."  
  
Chris nodded, believing, though he had no  
idea why. "You... then I take it... are not alone?"  
  

  "No," the Satyr smiled fondly, "I am mated,  
actually. But, don't let that disappoint you.... I'm  
still half Satyr, and allowed to play... like last  
night." He winked and grinned playfully.  
  
Chris gasped, mouth open, "That... was you...?  
But... he... you had... wings... didn't you?"  
  
The Satyr chuckled and nodded, "Yes....  
Naturally, I have wings. You'll see tonight... now, if  
you like."  
  
Chris blinked. "But what about the other  
people here?"  
  
The Satyr smiled, "Look around, my friend."  
  
Chris found then he was able to break eye-  
contact from the alluring Satyr and look around the  
bonfire. There was no one but the two of them there,  
and the bonfire had dwindled to embers. He blinked and  
looked at his watch. It read 11:30pm. He  
gasped, "Wh... what happened?"  
  
"Time flies when you're with a Faerie, my  
friend..." The Satyr winked and grinned,  
standing. "Especially on Samhain... when the mists  
roll in... as they have done. While we were talking,  
the mists came in and overtook us. We're both now  
between worlds, yours and mine. The mortals can no  
longer see or hear us, and neither can those of my  
world. We're here alone... together."  
  

  Chris blinked and stood, looking around.  
The field was still, windless. The trees at the far  
ends were gray, yet sparkling somehow in the  
moonlight. Just beyond the first row of trees all  
around the field was a thick fog, blocking the view of  
anything beyond it, yet the field itself was clear, and  
the sky above sparkling and full of stars. He gasped  
and looked back at the Satyr... who had changed.  
The Satyr was now a bit shorter and younger  
looking, yet still terribly attractive and fit, still  
with long blonde hair, smooth chest, toned and fit  
chest, stomach and arms, with the blonde downy hair on  
his forearms, and he still had the dark horns on his  
blonde head, and sparkling violet eyes. Only now,  
his ears had gained points, and his legs had changed,  
the goatish legs, tail and hooves replaced by the legs,  
tail and paws of a panther, fur shimmering in the  
moonlight. Behind him sprouted wings of silver-  
black, huge eagle-wings, easily large enough to carry  
him and another off into the night. He  
smiled. "Like what you see?"  
  

  Chris blinked and gasped, "What... are you?"  
  
"I'm a SatyrKitty.... My family was created by  
Dionysus long ago, a mixture of his three favourite  
species, Satyr, Gryphon and Panther, and endowed with  
magick beyond that of other Fae and Furry creatures."  
  
Chris blinked and nodded, his Greek knowledge  
making that actually make sense. "Y.. yes, I like what  
I see..."  
SatyrKitty smiled and nodded, "And I still  
like what I see..." He snapped his fingers and his  
leather shorts vanished, revealing his 7.5 inch long,  
thick, hard and dripping with pre-cum, member. "In  
order for me to grant your wish, you must forsake the  
human world, forever. For in order to enter the lands  
of the Faeries and Furries, you must become one of  
them... one of us."  
Chris swallowed and nodded, chewing his  
bottom lip as he considered, thinking of his family,  
his friends, his life... then of Philly, the cold, the  
gloominess, the feeling of old war that haunted the  
place, and above all, the loneliness that haunted his  
heart and soul every single day and night in his  
world. He swallowed once more, nodded and took a deep  
breath, "I accept... make me one of you."  
SatyrKitty  
  

  SatyrKitty smiled happily and padded over to  
Chris, taking him into his arms and holding him, wings  
wrapped around them both, warmly, protectively, his  
large erection poking Chris in the groin and  
tummy. "Shane will be so happy...."  
  
Chris giggled and hugged the faerie close,  
sighing happily at the touch of the Elven skin against  
his own, and the warm soft feathers holding and  
protecting him. He resisted the urge to grab the hard  
leaking cock pressed against him, not sure whether he  
was meant to or not. "I know I will be too... if he's  
anything like you..."  
  
SatyrKitty smiled and released Chris after a  
long and warm hug. "He is enough... you'll love him. I  
can foresee that already." He grinned and  
chuckled. "Now, if you would.... You can lose the  
swimsuit... you won't need it where we're going."  
  
Chris blushed and nodded, untying the string  
and dropping the swim-shorts to the ground, revealing  
his own erection to the SatyrKitty.  
  
SatyrKitty licked his lips and grinned,  
moving to Chris and kneeling down, giving the human's  
cock a good long lick from base to tip, then standing  
and smiling. "I love that taste..." He  
giggled. "Now, in order to become one of us, we must  
be as one...." He raised his crystal voice and sang, his  
hair blowing magically in the non-existent wind, words  
in a Faerie Magickal tongue long forgotten by mortal  
men. He grinned and looked into Chris's eyes as he  
moved to him, gently running a single finger down  
Chris's chest, belly, then up along Chris's shaft and  
coming to rest on the human's leaking tip. "Lay down  
on your back."  
  

  Chris nodded, shivering at the gentle touch,  
and lay back on the soft gray yet sparkling grass of  
the limbo world that existed for these two souls alone,  
his heavy cock laying flat against his belly and chest.  
  
SatyrKitty flapped his wings and took off,  
then descended, hovering over Chris, his lips over  
Chris's cock, and his cock dangling before Chris's  
waiting lips, positioning themselves for a magical  
69. He lowered himself more, slipping his cock into  
Chris's mouth, as he took Chris's member into his own,  
licking all around the tip before pressing his lips and  
tongue tight against the shaft, taking it deep into his  
mouth as he sucked it. He wrapped his arms around  
Chris, then flapped his wings harder, taking the two of  
them into the air quickly, Chris magically held in  
perfect place by the SatyrKitty as they ascended into  
the starry sky.  
  
Chris felt a surge of feeling as he was taken  
into the air, pleasure from his cock as he was sucked  
and licked and taken, and a feeling of power and energy  
from all around him. He took the Satyr-Panther's cock  
in his tight lips, tongue swirling around the tip,  
before taking it down into his throat and sucking,  
beginning to bob up and down on it, sucking and  
licking, as moans escaped his nose at the pleasures  
given him by his new fond Faerie friend.  
  

  SatyrKitty held his human friend in a magical  
bubble, keeping Chris weightless as he sucked and  
pleasured Chris's cock with his tongue and lips,  
bobbing quickly up and down along the hard shaft.  
Once the spell had Chris safely suspended in the air,  
he let go so as to caress all along the human's chest,  
nipples, and arms, sending tingles of pure energy into  
Chris's skin from every touch against his own, his  
tongue sending stimulating tingles through the stiff  
human cock, vibrating it with pleasure down to Chris's  
balls.  
  
Chris moaned on SatyrKitty's cock, vibrating  
it the only way a human could, as SatyKitty's magick  
brought him closer and closer to orgasm.... When the  
magic flooded into his cock, tingling and vibrating it,  
Chris could take it no longer.... His cock twitched and  
started shooting spurt after spurt of warm thick cum  
down the SatyrKitty's throat, his arms wrapped around  
the Faerie's waist.  
  
SatyrKitty purred and drank the lovely  
liquid, his own member starting to spew forth it's own  
sweet juice into Chris's waiting mouth, filling his  
belly and tasting like everything Chris had ever loved  
to eat and drink.  
  

  Chris's orgasm was intense, far more even  
than the one of the previous night... It surged on and  
on, his cum filling SatyrKitty as SatyrKitty's cum  
filled him, on and on... seemingly for days and days...  
time losing meaning in the waves upon waves of intense  
and perfect sexual pleasure, his and SatyrKitty's  
bodies tumbling and spinning in the starry sky,  
suspended by magic and pleasure, like a living Yin and  
Tang symbol, rotating and moaning, two souls united in  
magic and perfect pleasure, on and on....  
  
\*\*\*\*  
  
Chris awoke on a soft bed of what felt like  
feathers, looking up at a skyline blocked by tall  
ageless trees. He blinked and sat up on his elbows,  
looking around. Beside him lay SatyrKitty, still in  
his true form, sleeping peacefully, a smile on his  
Elven face, his wings curled around them both, one  
acting as bed, the other as cover. Chris smiled, "It  
was real... all of it. Oh by the gods.... By... Pan." He  
blinked as he heard himself say "Pan" as if it were the  
most natural god to swear by.... He looked down at  
himself, at his own brown furry legs, and the two  
hooves connected to those legs, sticking out from the  
bottom of SatyrKitty's wing-cover. He felt the top of  
his head and at the two horns now sprouting  
there. "Oh my... my....I... I'm a...."  
  

  "Satyr," came the musical voice next to him,  
as SatyrKitty smiled and opened his eyes, "You're a  
Satyr, borne of my magic, and the desires of your  
soul. Oh...." He giggled then, "My name's Gryphon by  
the way.... What's yours?"  
  
Chris blinked, then chuckled. "Chris."  
  
Gryphon smiled and nodded, "Good name... one of  
my favourites, actually."  
  
Chris smiled and nodded, "Thanks.... I like  
Gryphon too. So, um, you said the desires of my  
soul? So, this is what I wanted?"  
  
Gryphon nodded, "Yes.... The spell of  
Transformation only brings forth the inner light of the  
Fae or Fur that exists in all mortal men, that lingers  
from the time when we were all creatures of Magick.  
You could have ended up an Elf, a Brownie... any type of  
Fae, or even a Fur. Furs are what most humans become  
when they cross over. They're anthropomorphic  
versions of Earth animals. Like my mate, for  
instance. He's a wolf. Nicholai T. Wolf," He  
smiled, his eyes sparkle more at the mention of his  
mate.  
  
Chris nodded, taking in the details of his  
new world, "So, by mate.... You mean you're married to  
this Nicholai?"  
  

  Gryphon nodded. "Yes... and he's the only one  
I could ever feel love for, even though I lust after  
just about everybody." He giggled.  
  
Chris chuckled and nodded. "I can see why..."  
he smirked. "So, were you human once?"  
  
Gryphon shook his head, "No... I was born  
here. My family only exists on this plane.  
Actually, most everyone here is native. Only a select  
few humans are allowed to cross, actually. And, of  
course, the spell can only be done by the SatyrKitty  
line, and only on Samhain. To date, we've only only  
brought over less than a hundred. We pick the best  
humans we can find, and watch them with magick.  
People, we think SHOULD have been born here, but due to  
a trick of fate, ended up on your world. You're part  
of a small and blessed breed, my dear Chris. And  
Shane is very lucky."  
  
Chris asked, "Do you.... Do you think I really  
will love him?"  
  
Gryphon chuckled, "Of course... just wait till  
you see him, then you'll feel it. That's another way I  
found you, through him. Do you believe in soul-mates?"  
  

  Chris smiled, "I believe in everything now."  
  
Gryphon chuckled and nodded, "Good boy.... But,  
yes, soul-mates exist. And here, they're easier to  
find than on your world, because of magic. Though, I  
found Nicholai purely by accident.... But that's only  
because I never wanted to learn the powers of my  
family, or do much of anything really, until AFTER I  
met him.... His was the love that gave me the strength to  
be what I'm meant to be. Anyway..." He grins, "When  
Shane came to me, and asked me to find out if he had a  
soul-mate, I happily agreed. He's my best friend, I  
felt he should feel the kind of love I did for  
Nicholai."  
  
Chris nodded and listened, cuddling up to the  
Faerie, reveling in the touch of their skin connecting  
and the featherbed all around him.  
  
Gryphon continued, "When I traced his soul-  
line to Earth, I was of course, surprised. I watched  
you a good deal before I gave Shane his own scrying  
crystal so that he could watch you, to make sure you  
were the right one.... You are."  
  
Chris smirked, "You watched me? HE watched  
me? How much, doing what?"  
  

  Gryphon giggled. "Masturbating mostly... you  
seem to enjoy that..."  
  
Chris blushed, "Well.. um.. I... uh..."  
  
Gryphon grinned and hugged him. "It's okay,  
sexy. Humans do that more than they admit, believe  
me... " He winks. "And they aren't the only ones."  
  
Chris blushed and hugged him back, "Um...  
okay..." He chuckled a bit then smiled, "Thank you... " he  
said has he looked into Gryphon's eyes. "For  
everything."  
  
Gryphon nodded and smiled. "Quite welcome....  
But it's not over yet... we still have to fly back to the  
city to find Shane. We're in my Glade at the moment."  
  
Chris nodded, sighing happily. "Is the city  
as beautiful as it is here?"  
  
"Some places... some places not as much. It's  
like Earth in that way... but, by the same token.... It's  
ALL better than your world... no offence."  
  
Chris smiled, "None taken.... I never liked it  
anyway."  
  
Gryphon smiled and gave him a kiss on the  
cheek. "Good to hear.... Now.. ready to fly?"  
  
Chris nodded, then paused, "Not that I'm  
hungry... but.... Don't we need to eat breakfast?"  
  

  Gryphon giggled. "No, actually. Faeries  
don't eat food, or drink, unless we wish to. Furs do,  
though. Nothing wrong with that, of course.... They have  
advantages we don't, as well."  
  
"Oh?" Chris asked, "Like what?"  
  
Gryphon shrugged, "Well, we're vulnerable to  
iron at times.... Which is actually the fault of the  
beliefs of your world encroaching on ours. Didn't use  
to be true.... Oh well, all things change in time. And  
Furs can have children. Most faeries can't. They're  
immortal. The SatyrKitty family is different in that,  
since we're half Fur, we can have children.... And we're  
not immortal, but we do live longer than most Furs,  
except for Dragons of course."  
  
"Dragons?"  
Gryphon nodded, "Yes, they're here as well...  
but anyway, it's time we flew. I can feel Shane's  
impatience from here...." He giggled.  
  
Chris smiled and nodded, "Okay... I'm anxious  
to meet him too."  
  
Gryphon nodded and held the newly born Satyr  
close to him, "Hold tight, my boy... time to fly!"  
  
Chris held him tightly, as they rose into the  
morning sky and headed off to the gleaming city in the  
distance, beyond the Satyr Glade that Gryphon called  
home.  
  

   
  
To be continued... ..  
  
All of the above text is Copyright Chance Chandler ©  
2002, all rights reserved.  
  
Likeness, Character, Personality, and Appearance  
(including physical description) of Gryphon SatyrKitty©  
is Copyright Chance Chandler © 2002, all rights  
reserved. The Character of Nicholai is used with  
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