Compulsory Guide
Been awhile since I've posted anything. Here's part of a different story. Hope you like it :)
A gentle breeze blew through the trees of the wood, rustling the leaves and plants around the glade. In the middle a lone figure rested lightly against a large oak tree, listening to the sounds all around. Birds chirping, water in the brook running over stones. The figure, a satyr, inhaled deeply, taking in all the scents around him before slowly letting it out, eyes closing, ready to drift off to sleep. A shifting in the winds gave him pause, his brow wrinkling before his eyes snapped open as a sharp lancing pain shot through his skull and making the satyr groan. It was gone as quick as it had come, the satyr sitting up while one hand was cradling his head. He'd felt this kind of magic before. With a weary sigh of resignation he got up, patting his legs to remove the dirt that had settled into the brown fur. Then with a grin he started walking down the path to find the mage, the magic pulling him onwards. As the satyr passed out of sight of the glade there was a sharp snap in the air, like the crack of a whip. The glade was silent as small wisps of blue light faded from sight.
The mage waited in space of the old tree's roots, his pack by his feet. He'd researched the area, though much of what he found didn't tell him a single piece of useful information beyond knowing that this zone at the entrance of the forest was safe. It was the only piece of information that all the old texts had agreed upon. Some claimed that the wood could only be entered by the light of the moon, others claimed that it was the home of giants and dragons, another claimed it to hold the entrance to a realm of death. None could agree what one would find should they traverse its path. With all this conflicting information the mage had simply had to pick the piece that he could work with the best.
It had been a fairly straightforward account, a wizard in years past had ventured into the wood and used his magic to summon a guide through the wood. It was a simple enough spell, written out in a clean hand. Call a guide to lead the caster safely, with a protection from any harm the guide might attempt against them. The wizard's guide had been a satyr who were known for their knack for trickery. The wizard's spell had protected him from the satyr being able to use any kind of magic against him, letting him reach where he needed to go. True it could all just be made up but it had sounded like the best option so the mage went for it. His magic was strong enough for the spell and then some in case he needed to defend himself from the other creatures of the wood just in case.
About two turns of the sand glass, the mage guessed, and nothing had revealed itself to him. He was a patient man, having learned such skills at the academy, but as the time passed he began feeling more and more foolish. Perhaps the spell hadn't even worked, it was all a hoax by some old fool ages gone. He was beginning to consider cutting his losses and returning to the road back to the city when the snapping of a twig and rustling bushes alerted him to someones approach. Jumping to his feet and bracing for the worst the mage prepared a flame spell in his mind, ready to give it form at the sign of danger.
From behind a tree stepped a man, naked as the day. At least he looked like a man to the mage as he released the flame from his mind. Then he took in the small details: the horns atop the mans head, the pointed, furry ears, and furry legs ending in hoofs. The mage's eyes widened as he realized it was a satyr before splitting in to a wide grin as he realized his spell had worked just as the wizards had. The satyr simply cocked its head and raised an eyebrow. Deciding he should speak first the mage stepped closer to the satyr and cleared his throat.
"Greetings, Friend of the Forest, I am Verick of Naestor. I've travelled far and I thank you for coming to my aid. I fear... I... what is it?" Verick asked, as the satyr had snorted.
"Listen kid, you're obviously new to this whole sort of thing so let me break it down for you. I know your kind and your magic. It's been done before to many creatures not just of this wood. It's called compulsion magic; it forces your will onto another the way a man might force himself on a woman and rape her. Judging by your face I'm gonna guess nobody ever told you about it. Made it sound nice, like you were simply asking for help?" The wide eyed Verick nodded. "Figured. Alas what's done is done. I don't tell you this for your pity or apology, just to make you aware of your actions. Now, down to business.
"You need a guide, and here I am. With your spell you're safe from me, I can't hurt you in any way. I couldn't pick up a stick and beat you with it or lead you into an area I know would be dangerous and possibly even fatal. Unless you asked me to, but who would do that. Understand? Good. Now, where are you headed, Verick of Naestor?"
Verick's earlier confidence was shaken by the blunt words of his satyr guide. His magic doing that? It couldn't be so else the masters would have explained it so... but the logic fit. He shook his head. "Uh the... um the free cities of the coast" he stammered out. The satyr raised its eyebrow again. "I don't have any particular place I'm going. I want to explore and see more of the region, not be confined in the box of the academy. I won't learn anything if I don't experience the new." The satyr nodded at that.
"I can appreciate that. Here's your second piece of new information: we satyrs get horny often. Simply how we are" Verick's mouth dropped open. The satyr laughed. "So don't be surprised when it happens. Lets go, it's a long journey. Also you can call me Avir."
The two had walked for the rest of the day until Avir finally called a stop for the night, finding a safe space near the path. True to his word the satyr had kept Verick safe, not running into any sort of harmful creatures, and steering him away from some poisonous fruits. Also true, the satyr had gradually gotten more and more horny, a large cock emerging from the furry sheath between his legs and pointing the way forward. Verick had been shocked and tried not to stare but every so often caught his eye drifting down. Anyone would have. As he was setting up camp Avir turned to him while stroking his big cock.
"Verick, I'll leave you to handle the camp. Get yourself comfortable for sleeping. I can sleep most anywhere, don't you worry. I'm gonna go deal with this thing though else I'll be up all night. Another long day tomorrow." With that Avir walked away from the mage and behind a tree where the instant he was out of sight the wood was filled with the satyrs moans. Verick shook his head and climbed into the sleeping roll. Slowly he fell into sleep.
Sunlight shone through the trees, landing on Verick's face as the dawn broke over the horizon, his eyes opening as he stretched his muscles in his sleeping roll. He did a scan of the camp area but didn't see Avir but could hear him going at it again already. Unless he's been at it all night, Verick thought with a chuckle. Still, he was glad the satyr was being private about it. It gave him a chance to work out his own arousal. He reached down inside his sleeping roll and gripped his modest shaft. Being focused on his studies he hadn't given himself an opportunity to indulge with the fairer sex which meant that he usually finished quickly but today he just didn't feel the usual stimulation. After trying for a while Verick eventually gave it up, chalking it up to stress and nerves of being out on his own. Relatively speaking.
He climbed out of his sleeping roll and was in the midst of packing it away when Avir walked back into the camp musing what he wanted to eat. Verick glanced at his guide's naked furry form before setting back on getting his roll back in with his pack. When he finished he pulled some bread and cheese from his pack, offering some to the satyr.
"No no, you eat it. Those berries over there are much more to my liking." With that he moved to the berry bush and bent over, his ass and tail sticking up as he picked and ate the red fruit. Verick deliberately turned away blushing. He'd never been around anyone so open about being so revealing. Everyone at the academy had plenty of robes to leave everything to the imagination. He jumped when Avir put a hand on his shoulder, indicating it was time to move on. Verick slung his pack on his shoulders and let the satyr take the lead again.
Cold.
Dark.
...
Light.
Verick rolled onto his side, coughing up water onto the ground next to him. Taking a deep shuddering breath he turned his head back and saw Avir kneeling next to him with a look of concern on his face. He just stared into the satyr's brown eyes as blackness overcame him.
Warm.
Verick opened his eyes a crack. It was dark around him. _Where...?_He slowly became aware of his arms and legs feeling the open wind on them, realizing himself to be naked. But he felt warm. As his senses became sharper he started to feel the body of another against him. Twitching his fingers along he felt the fur that could only belong to his satyr guide. His mind was foggy.
"Ah there you are. Gave me quite the fright you did. Do you remember anything?" Verick gently shook his head. "Well you fell in the river. We got to it and the waters were raging. I told you it was too dangerous to cross and that we should wait it out but you were determined. You made a bridge with your magic but it failed part way and you fell into the current. I had to jump in after you and pull you to shore."
My magic failed?
"The wood's magic can interfere with the powers of a mage, making their spells weaker or have a different effect than intended sometimes. Either way. You lost your cloak and pack to the currents unfortunately. I had to get you warm somehow, which is the reason you're out of your clothes and next to me by the by."
As the fog in his mind cleared Verick remembered bits of what the satyr was telling him. He remembered his confident boast that his magic would get him over easy. The feeling of terror as he felt it fade under his feat. He eventually said "you could have let me drown."
"I could have you're right. Been rid of your compulsion, which don't worry it's still there along with your protection spell. But I'm not the type to just let something like that happen. Think what you must; the spell would have forced me to save you either way, but listen well. I chose to do so."
Verick turned slightly to look back at Avir, looking into his eyes. "Thank you" he said, truly meaning it. For the first time since their meeting Avir gave him a warm smile.
"You're welcome, Verick of Naestor."
His last sight as he fell back into sleep was that smile.
When his eyes opened the next morning Verick felt immensely better than he had. Well rested and revitalized. Which was when his attention was drawn to his erection, his hand reaching down to stroke himself, never having gone this long without release. It wasn't till he heard a moan in his ear did he realize Avir was still behind him and his strokes had made his ass grind back against the very hard satyr, who's big cock was nestled between the cheeks of his ass. Face turning scarlet Verick pulled himself from the satyr, causing it's entire length to run across his ass. The sensation sent a shiver up his spine. Avir sat up and looked at the retreating human while a hand reached down to openly rub himself.
"Heh I don't blame you. It's been two days for the both of us here" he let out a hearty laugh. "Go on, don't stop now."
"I-I can't. I don't get it," Verick moaned, never having stopped stroking. "The more I do it the worse it gets. I should have been able to but... ugh." He bent forward on his hands stroking hard, his ass facing Avir. The satyr shuddered at the sight, scooting forward. Verick gasped when he felt the satyr's cock rub over his hole again as the satyr's hips pressed against the mage's ass.
"Here, let me help you there" Avir whispered in the mage's ear as he nodded.
Two hands reached around Verick's body, one grabbing his cock and the other pinching onto his nipple making him throw his head back, mouth agape. It was intense, yet somewhere in his mind he knew it wouldn't be enough to give him the release he was craving so badly. Grunting, his head dropped to the ground, making his ass stick out even more against Avir's cock.
"Stop, please. It's not helping," Verick moaned; Avir's hands stopped their ministrations. "It's just making it worse."
"Well... I could fuck you," the satyr suggested. The mage looked back at him with widened eyes. "Given your positioning... it might give you the stimulation you need. But you'll have to ask for it."
"You want me to beg you to fuck me?" Verick asked, stunned.
"That would be hot, but no. Your magic, remember? Can't do you harm so you have to specifically say it. Even though it wouldn't be harming you."
"Oh, right," the mage sighed. "I want you, Avir, to fuck me. Please." The satyr smiled, then pursed his lips.
"Problem is, I won't fit. I'm too big for your human body. But I could make you more receptive with my own magic, but again you have to ask. Just your ass, I give you my word." To punctuate his statement Avir slapped his cock against Verick's ass.
"I-I.. Do it!" the mage moaned.
The satyr grinned as he felt the click in his mind from the mages compulsion before his eyes turned blue and foggy as he embraced his magic. Resting his hands on the mages ass he set to work making the mages ass grow larger, enough to still be comfortable on his frame yet able to handle his huge erection. The satyr watched as the mage's hole turned dark and puckered, moving his cock's head against it, pressing forward and feeling it stretch easily around it. Distantly he heard the mage moaning loudly as his body was being penetrated, knowing he was grunting as well. He knew the mage couldn't move, only accept and feel what he had asked for; the satyr was simply obliging the request. It wasn't enough though, not yet. With every inch of his massive cock he sunk into the mage he caused brown hair to grow across the human's once smooth ass before slowly causing a lengthening of his spine, growing a tail covered in the same hair with a tuft at the end. Satisfied with the sexy sight before him the satyr released his magic just as he bottomed out.
Verick shook at the full feeling deep in his body, noting that he was able to move again which meant Avir released his hold. Without warning the satyr began to thrust into him hard, pushing his face against the dirt. Each thrust made his balls rise up, tensing for the coming release. His body seized, fists clenching and ring constricting around the satyrs cock as his cock fired over and over, flooding the ground, a soundless cry on his lips. Avir's climax followed soon after, flooding the now exhausted mages body.
Avir leaned forward, kissing Verick's neck. "Told you I'd help you," he whispered in his ear.