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The warm Mediterranean air swept along Caleb's face and made him draw in a deep breath of the salt water smell and the edge of humidity that made him remember that he was on vacation. It was a vacation that he could have never afforded on his own, not even if he had saved up for an entire year. It was a lavish estate that was set right on the edge of the beach and abutted old ruins of a city that had long ago been cast into the ages. The white polished rocks that were crumbled down created something that looked elegant and lovely, especially paired with the recreation of Colosse that was given all the modern conveniences that anyone could wish.

It was a playground of the rich, run by Atlantis Industries that were designed to attract those that wished to escape. The levels of the city were all blocked off in two block intervals to be reserved by those that wished to indulge in story lines and fantasies without limits. Anything was legal here because they were able to maintain a mixture of holograms as well as nanotechnology. Someone could come here and become a minotaur of legend, he could violate those he wanted or gore fake citizens to his hearts content. One could go to brothels or hold parties that were filled with drink and drugs that weren't legal in the least little bit.

Caleb eyed the sprawling homes that lined the city street that had been bought up by his friend Vince and felt as if he were grubby in some way. He wasn't meant for a place like this, he wasn't supposed to be led by two nubile girls who were giggling and fluttering their eyes at him as they held his baggage and guided him towards one of the shops that would fit him out to slide into the narrative that had been created by his friend. He hadn't even dared dream that a vacation like this could be something he could achieve, but here he was, treated as if he were a millionaire.

"I hope that Benjamin is here." Vince said, his voice thick with longing as he padded along as comfortable as a cat. "He was supposed to arrive a day before me."

"Are you sure this is a good first meeting?" Caleb asked, turning his eyes towards his tall handsome friend.

Vince was well muscled, he had always been lovely, something that had managed to land him enough modeling jobs that he had amassed a fortune. He graced the covers of magazines, been in ads, he was well sought after while Caleb had rather enjoyed his position working in the government sector of internet security. They had always been different, but Vince had always kept contact with him since Caleb had spent some time helping to establish various websites for his use and was quite cunning when it came to advertising.

_It doesn't hurt that I work for a fraction of the cost. _ He thought idly and let his eyes rove along the young man.

He had to admit, it was easy to do things for Vince, the model was quite effusive in his praise of him and had begun to develop a closer relationship over the last year. He wasn't entirely sure what had changed, but he had found himself being invited to clubs and events, more frequently being called for nothing more than a bit of chatter on the phone. It was appealing, especially given the charisma of the model, but this went beyond anything he had ever imagined being gifted with. The man had decided to take him along here and even paid for his flight here. It was only after he had agreed that he found the reason for the trip.

Caleb had been having a whirlwind affair with someone that lived in Italy, someone that had caught his eye online. They spent many a night in VR sessions with one another, growing closer and this would be the first time that they'd actually come together to meet. It was a testament to how much Vincent trusted him that he insisted that he come along. It was a position of trust that he found himself enjoying when it came with a paid vacation. Obviously Vince had some sort of doubts about his partner, which meant he was trusted enough to value his opinion. It was a heady experience for him, something that he was valuing.

"This is the perfect place for a meeting." Vince said as they stepped into the shop, his eyes roving along the clothing on the walls. "Its very like a few of our VR sessions."

"I don't need to know about that." Caleb flushed as he muttered and looked at the racks of nano-costumes curiously. "When are you going to meet up?"

"Oh he'll find me, we've locked down several blocks for our play." He responded and then plucked up something from the wall. "I think I'm going to stick with more mythical themes for this."

"I'm sure that'll be nice." Caleb answered and fondled the edge of a minotaur costume before moving onto the sphinx. "He'll enjoy it."

There were nanosuits that could change a person subtly, such as giving them a new face and body build, but there were ones that could change a person entirely. There were suits that could make someone a centaur or even a full horse, ones that could create entirely new body builds. He'd only ever seen smaller nanotech, such as masks, never something so elaborate as what was being offered here. He didn't know where to start on the list while he tipped his head upwards a little bit and then glanced to see that the rows higher up were designed with the ability to change after putting it on so that the story line could be adjusted.

"Take the satyr outfit, that way you'll fit neatly into the background." Vince gestured as he picked up one of the packs himself. "Have it set to the low level."

"A satyr?" He wrinkled his nose up a little bit. "Isn't that a sort of goat creature?"

"Yes, but it goes with the mythic theme." Vince murmured and gave him a little wink. "Once you're suited up, we can see about finding Josh and getting things running."

~ ~ * ~ ~

Vince watched as Caleb put on the suit and felt a small surge of anticipation and arousal. It had been almost too easy to manage to get the boy to come along with him on this vacation. He was just poor enough that he would have never been able to do this by himself and confident enough with his talents that he truly believed that it was because he was a true friend. It amused him that he was able to so easily coax the boy along, especially when he knew all of the buttons to push to make him think it was because he was a trusted friend.

The boy was wriggling into the tight suit, it was form fitting and meshing to his body naturally as the nanites were activated. They were more than just robotics, they were developed with the ability to release various drugs and chemicals to join more firmly with a person and invade even their thoughts. It was top dollar technology that was meant to make sure that the entire set up was inclusive. The people here could lose themselves in every way, they could even kill one another in game, and there were no repercussions. Death here was only a matter of a few bursts of chemicals and a brief time unconscious before the system rebooted them.

Not that he had any desire to kill anyone here, that had never been his desire, instead he had come here with his lover for a chance to do something more sordid. They had always enjoyed their VR sessions, the control that it took, the chance of exploring things that were of more forbidden desires and Ben had suggested that they take it into the real world. Neither of them were willing to be the one changed, they were a bit too dominant for that, but having Caleb here meant they had someone they could control. He had to admit, the idea of seeing the rather straight laced programmer turning into a beast was appealing on so many different levels.

"OH!" Caleb exclaimed and gave a little jump. "Is it supposed to feel.... Warm?"

"It will." Vince answered easily. "The nanites are going to begin adjusting and making the changes, it just takes a little bit of time for them to really settle in."

"It feels odd." He said and his cheeks were flushed slightly as he pulled at the suit that was clinging to him.

The curtain that was drawn around chest level hid most of him from sight, but he knew that the costume was developing itself to him and starting to change the various aspects of his body. He was rather disappointed by that, but his own costume was already starting to cling to him and change him. His body was starting to change, growing more muscular and broader while he leaned into the experience and grinned a little bit as he saw his length starting to grow in response to what he had chosen. Here, reality could be shed entirely, and Benjamin had been quite eloquent about what they could do together while in character here.

It didn't take long for his change to solidify around him, his body shivering the last of the changes slid over him. He was taller now, his hands thicker and his face a little more handsome rather than classically beautiful. He felt the muscles rippling around him and he licked his lips a little bit in pleasure. He looked down at his hands with a little flex, curling a little bit rubbing his fingers up along his forearm lightly. He flexed his fingers just a touch and then lifted his arms up, feeling the muscles of his chest flexed a little bit in reaction before he walked out from behind his own screen.

"Well, come out from behind there, let's see." He said and grinned a little at the startled look on his friends face.

"There's nothing to wear back here!" Caleb protested and looked around as if he might see something that was like clothing.

"Satyrs don't wear clothing." Vince answered smoothly. "Haven't you ever read any of the mythology?"

"I'm not running around here naked!" Caleb's eyes widened as he spoke, looking a bit frantic. "I'm sure there are pants somewhere."

"There's no one here but us." He said and then reached out to catch the edge of the curtain to give it a tug open. "This place is about losing inhibitions, I'm sure you understand that."

"HEY!" Caleb yelped out and tried to regain control of the cloth, but it was too late.

It was too late, he looked down at his friend and found himself smiling in both pleasure and feeling a strange edge of desire. The suit wasn't as strongly goat-like as most depictions of satyrs, instead he boasted a set of bent legs and cloven hooves. The hair was curling along the line of his legs, but it was a fine coating so that he was easily able to see the skin beneath. It was just the finest coating of goat that was over him. His sex was flaccid and hanging between his legs, still quite human like, but they had planned it that way from the very start. He twitched his lips up in a slow smile and licked his lips before his eyes moved back up to his companion.

"Well, not bad at all, I think you'll get used to it after a while. There's just us and the holograms here, after all." Vince pointed out and let the cloth go so that the half-goat pulled it shut. "I'm going to go and meet Benjamin, I think you should enjoy your first day here freely."

"You don't want me to come along?" Caleb asked, sounding a bit unsure, which only made him smile more.

"Oh no, not for this, but don't worry, I'll find you soon enough." He promised, his mind already lunging ahead to what the future was going to hold. "Enjoy your vacation."

Ben is going to love this. _ He thought and swung away with a little stretch of his new body. _Hopefully the resort has plugged in the controls I wanted. Once we bring up the main monitor we can begin tweaking his suit.

~ ~ * ~ ~

The nano suit made Caleb feel exposed, even with the fact that he had picked up a loose loincloth that hung down from the front and back to cover up his flaccid shaft and the line of his ass. He felt rather embarrassed by the fact that he was bare chested, despite the fact that things were rather comfortable feeling with the warm air. He was balanced on a set of hooves that ended on slightly bent legs that were covered in a slight fringe of longer hair along the curve of his legs. He felt as if he should be falling down, but the suit was naturally adjusting things for him so that he was well balanced. It was designed to make sure that he didn't end up falling on his face.

The only saving grace of his legs was the fact they weren't made for someone to walk on four legs. The ankle was lifted up high, but not terribly high and his hooves were a bit larger so that they were wider than a normal goats. He was grateful for that, he didn't want to imagine trying to walk on actual small goat hooves. He wasn't even sure if he really was walking on the tips of his toes or if the suit had adjusted things so it just appeared to look like that physically.

Vince had taken on a rather burly looking appearance of a near Greek god, someone that was imposing looking and clearly full of wealth. It made him feel like a servant as he walked along the walkways with the click of his hooves on the ground. He was on his own for now, being left to get a feel for the now active game while his friend went to meet with his lover. He was a bit surprised he hadn't been invited along, but he had taken it in stride. After all, it wasn't like he didn't have things that he could do on his own, especially given the fact he was in a place that was as close to paradise as he had ever come.

The holograms on the streets largely ignored him, though the younger girls squealed and ran and some of the older men gave him suspicious eyes. He knew that traditionally satyrs were rather flamboyantly sexual, but he had no desire to act out that part. Well, rather he didn't want to act out taking a girl by force, instead he found his way to a brothel that was set up and hosted quite a few lovely girls who had cooed and enticed him as he walked by. He was flustered at first, but soon it became apparent that it was set up especially for him.

_I wouldn't put it past Vince to make sure I had a date of my own. _He thought with a little smile to himself as one of the girls caught his arm.

The holograms were a mixture of technology and robotics, the fingers felt lifelike as they curled along his arm and he allowed himself to be drawn into the dark tavern. He couldn't help but feel an edge of delight as the few little pulls tugged him past the doorway and he found himself walking into a room with windows that looked as if it were night outside. He blinked rapidly and then realized that it was likely just a quirk of the game, what person would come to a brothel during the day? The girls moved and giggled happily as they saw him, rising up to show bodies that were barely clad in loose fitting outfits.

They ranged from every age and body type, lovely and their eyes quite alive looking in a way that made him nearly forget that they really were just creations. He swallowed and drew in a breath as he smiled at them, feeling his tail wagging behind him lightly, unable to really stop it from doing so. The tail was the worst part of his transformation, he found it embarrassing and odd as there was an appendage that he had never possessed resting behind him and moving in answer to his moods rather than actually thinking about it. Still, it was a small price to pay when he thought about what he was getting in return.

"Oh a satyr!" One of them cooed, a dark haired beauty with rather dark green eyes. "Welcome!"

"Oh he's so handsome!" Another said and he flushed a bit as a hand ran down his bare back.

"Ahh... I came hoping for a little company." He said, feeling awkward even as one of the girls tucked her hand into his arm smoothly.

"Of course." She purred, her voice a husky sultry tone that made him shiver slightly. "You shall have your pick of our girls, I'm sure you'll find one that suits you perfectly."

The way she spoke was so suggestive that he was aware that his body was reacting and his ears began to redden further, flushing all the way to the tips. He did his best to keep himself contained, but he was terribly aware of the fact that the loose loincloth didn't hide nearly enough and the smallest swell would end up showing parts of his body off that couldn't be hidden. Still, wasn't that the reason he had come here, after all? It was a vacation, with no holds barred...

~ ~ * ~ ~

"Right to the brothel." Ben laughed, his voice a rich masculine chuckle that caused Vince to twitch his lips up in a slight smile. "I thought you said he was straight laced?"

"Well, this place invites excess." Vince answered, sliding a hand along his lover's bare stomach.

It was delightful to feel him in the flesh, their bodies lazily entwined from their first rush of passion. Only after they were done had they brought up the monitor to find his companion exploring their area of the city. He had found a loin cloth somewhere which was a disappointment, but that disappointment fell away when he saw the lad moving directly towards the brothel. He had hoped that things would be more interesting than just seeing him drinking and spending his time poking his way into various buildings. The story line, after all, was being controlled by them and he would have had to get creative to get him to where they wanted him.

Ben propped himself up and looked rather pleased with his choice in their victim, his eyes fever bright with desire. There was something about controlling another's fate that was entirely erotic in so many ways. They had both discussed the changes they wanted to make, deciding to stay behind the scenes to let the boy try and figure out what was happening to him. Already they had plugged in the request to lock the costume on him, it wouldn't be able to come off without someone actually hacking into the program to release him.

"You know, I had hoped for a centaur." Ben said to himself, his lips twitching up with amusement. "Something about a horse is so damn delightful."

"Well, no reason we can't compromise." He answered and moved his hand down to lazily rub along the hip. "After all, if he's in the brothel, we can decide to make some changes that will please the girls."

"That's not a bad idea." He responded and brightened up a little bit. "We can see how long it takes him to try and find us, hmm?"

"He was so flustered just being naked, imagine him when he's unable to fit under that little loin cloth." Vince licked his lips to think about it. "Alright, we'll begin shifting the program once he's found a girl to settle in with."

"Perfect." Ben's words were a throaty rumble, a purring vibration that rumbled against his chest.

_Let the games begin. _ He thought to himself as he picked up the tablet that displayed the system information.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Caleb sucked down a breath and cried out as the girl slid her hand down his body and caressed his length through his loin cloth while the other girl gripped his shoulders. The fingers were gripping soundly against him, keeping him pulled in close while he smiled and let out a shuddering breath when the fingers rubbed along the stiffening length of his cock. It felt just as if he didn't have a suit overlaying his own girth, it was as if his bare skin was being rubbed over. The touch caused him to let out a low groaning call, the sound bursting from deep in his throat before he dipped his head down and slid his hand along the girl's bare back.

He had chosen a dark skinned girl, one with large doe-like eyes and a mouth with full lips, almost innocent looking and the other was pale skin and haired with a knowing look that had made him shiver. The two extremes delighted him as the dark girl caressed his chest and nibbled on his neck, making him lean into her touch while he allowed them to have their way with him. He felt the smallest edge of embarrassment at what he was doing, but he couldn't help himself. He loved it, he wanted it, it was something that made him shift and press into their touch eagerly.

He didn't have to worry about his own prowess and abilities, in fact, he didn't have to worry about anything except enjoying himself. They were programmed to treat him as if he were the best lover on earth, with no bounds placed on what they would do with and to him. It was a relief, that pressure was gone and replaced with just sliding his hands over them, caressing and rubbing, finding their nude bodies pressing forward so that he barely realized the slight bit of clothing was being pulled off. It was tugged away, dropping to one side so that his growing cock was exposed.

"Oh my, and I thought satyrs were like the animals they were bred from." The girl giggled, her eyes rolling up to look at him from beneath the blonde strands of her hair.

"Only in our desires." He answered, his voice hoarse before it turned into a groan as her hot lips slid up along the tip of his cock and swallowed over it.

The slip pushed downwards and he found himself moaning out in delight as he rocked his hips upwards with a shove that made his cock tip sink into her. It was so damned sensitive that he nearly went off in that moment, but he held himself back, instead he turned his attention towards the dark haired girl behind him. His hands moved up to cup her breast and squeezed, letting him go as the hot tongue worked and twisted along his cock, pushing lower. The pressure building delightfully as he panted out and pushed upwards with another grind that sank another inch into her maw. She let out a throaty moan of pleasure and he found himself closing his eyes.

He lifted the breast up to his lips and began to suckle along the tip of one realistic nipple. The mound was so soft in his grip that he couldn't help but bask in the attention. He was shaking slightly while he spread his legs open wider and the girl between them slid in closer. Her hands were gliding up and cupping against his balls gently, rolling and rubbing them with an expert touch. He was tempted to wonder about how much programming was at work here, but he pushed it to the back of his mind and simply enjoyed what was happening.

His balls began to feel warmer under her attention, his cock was stiffening up further until he let out a rough noise as he felt how her lips were stretching wider around him. The swallowing movements rippled the tongue under him and if he had been able to move his toes he would have curled them. He ran his teeth along that stiff nub and let out a growling noise of desire when she gasped out. It was so realistic that it was easy to forget what they were, instead he was shifting and arching his back, giving himself over while the fingers gave another firm squeeze, the pressure making him release the nipple.

"Ohhhhh yes, this is what I meant..." The blonde said as she drew her lips back, her breathing sweet sounding.

Caleb dragged his attention back to her, his eyes barely able to focus as she leaned down to lick his full heavy balls. The touch darted under them and the upwards, causing him to blink a little bit as he realized that the dark curl of his pubic hair was gone. It had been there, a bit russet colored like the fur along his haunches, but they were now smooth looking and larger than they had been. They were warming and growing tight as she rubbed her tongue between them and he briefly dragged his eyes away to let out a rough groan and then he looked down again. The testes were larger than they had been, noticeably so and it made him shift backwards, pulling away from the dark haired girl.

Her arms held him, drawing him back as he watched as short smooth hairs were growing from the enlarged orbs. He saw the way they were stretching and the skin was drooping down into her touch, unnaturally large looking which made him swallow a noise. He shifted upwards again, fighting the hold on his chest before the girl looked up at him with pale eyes and licked upwards. Her touch ran against the tips and towards the base of a cock that was far bigger than it should have been. His entire body felt a jolt like electricity coursing over him, shuddering down the length of his back and spreading outwards.

"Wait.." He gasped out and then squeezed his eyes shut tightly when he realized that she wasn't stopping that smooth stroke of the tongue.

She didn't listen to the command, instead she worked up towards his tip while her fingers remained on those heavy orbs that were swelling wider by the moment. They were engorging, the heat of it making his skin feel raw as the fingers rubbed over the edges and then flexed upwards. The gentle caress made her more aware of the way they were circling and dipping over the edges. The light press upwards lifted them and suddenly he was aware that they were nearly as large as the palm of the hand. It was too big, it was kneading firmly, giving a few little squeezes while his hips jerked upwards immediately.

The tongue pushed forward, pushing down firmly so that he felt the grind forwards that pressed against the opening. His eyes were fixated on her as she watched his face, pushing forward so that the tip of his cock began to grow flatter. The rolling twist and curled over the edges while he started to let out ragged noises. He couldn't stop them while he let out a whimpering call before he realized that it wasn't just his balls that were changing. The tip of his cock was growing flatter as the tongue twisted over the edges. The sweep upwards pushed and gathered up a thick dribble of precum that drooled over the edges.

It was changing and began to grow wider as the tip started to grow wider under the light strokes and curls. The wet strands of saliva coated against the stiffened spire, the little quiver spilling out another rush of precum that coated over her. He couldn't take his eyes away from the sight of her teasing him, but he wasn't enjoying the view now, his girth was growing fatter and drooping downwards under the weight of a tip that began to become less human. It wasn't a goat-cock, it wasn't even close, it was too large and the pink flesh was becoming paler by the moment.

He tried to squirm backwards, but the other girl held him, not tightly, but firmly enough that he knew that there was no breaking free of her grip. His eyes flashed open wide as he watched a splash of darkness spreading right along the middle point of his cock where the flesh was starting to fold up strangely. He kicked out his hooved feet wildly and let out a choked call while he finally realized that his body was starting to change. He could feel the throbbing beat of his heart in his own ears as the nanosuit was changing him.

"I.. what's going on... Stop program.." he stammered out, his eyes flashed wildly, but the girl behind him tightened her hold.

"You are not the authorized user." The voice was husky still, but the words were empty as the tongue pushed down his cock again and he cried out raggedly.

His cock was pushing up higher, sliding along his stomach and reaching higher by the moment. The weight of it twitched slightly, drooping back down towards his stomach as he let out a ragged moan. His entire body was alive with sensation. He felt as if he was on fire, his heart was pounding wildly in his own ears as he realized what his cock looked like. It was changing into something more like an equine. His cock was growing thicker with a medial ring that was developing and he moaned out while he gave a wild thrust upwards.

He had seen a horse hard once, it had been ages ago when he'd been on his aunt's farm. At the time, he'd been a young teenager and there had been an ample amount of laughing and lewd jokes about it, but now he was watching himself start to change into something similar. The tip was a blunt flat expanse, now larger and wider than it had been, the swell of the girth began to grow heavier. It grew, sliding higher and higher, growing past twelve obscene inches that were twitching heavily.

The girl's lips were parted open wide, stretching as far as they could while he began to gulp and squeeze. The tongue pushed upwards with a little rub, cupping against the underside of the spire. The jolt of pure pleasure hit him and he muffled a moan while he writhed on the bed. His hooves shoved against the bedding before fingers cupped higher up along his balls and gave another squeeze. The light touch started to massage him, building up the movements slowly. The orbs were so heavy that he was shaking a little bit before he gave a wild thrust upwards and then dropped back down again.

The thick roll of flesh began to form around the base of his cock, the loose skin growing into a heavy roll that was starting to form a sheath. It was an animalistic looking as there was a trail of smooth hairs growing like fine velvet to cover the sheen. His breath was too fast, rising and falling as he writhed before the blonde drew backwards so that the cock tip slid free and dropped down to her belly. There was a trail of wet saliva clinging to him while the twitching girth that fell down against his curved stomach.

The fingers slipped around his base and she watched him as he lifted his changed girth higher up. The mottled flesh grew darker, splashes of it appearing on his pink flesh so that it looked even more like a horse's cock on his body. The soft hairs were spreading outwards around the base while his sheath was bunched up along the base. The fingers flexed down firmly as she suckled her way down his length and he surged upwards. The dark fingers on his chest played and spread outwards as he felt the trembling rise of his climax pushing through him.

His glans began to spread open wider and wider, swelling and bulging, making the cheeks puff outwards in the attempt to hold onto him. His girth was growing heavier while his balls began to heave upwards , leaving him grabbing at the blanket. He balled his fingers down while he felt a strain of pleasure pouring over him. He pushed his way into her throat as she cried out with a ragged moan, the heavy stiff spire twitched upwards again. He couldn't stop it, the way her mouth teased his overly sensitive girth.

Caleb cried out raggedly before the first hot stream of cum was rushing up through his girth. The pleasure was almost painfully delightful, making his body shudder in place as rope after rope of it flooded the girl's mouth. She didn't stop, she swallowed and bobbed her head with a heady little moan. The sound was sweet in his ears, adding to the pleasure as he gave another rolling plunge back and forth, his hips shaking a little bit while his balls churned and worked.

"Oh god..." He called out, leaning his head back against the warm soft breasts that were pressed against him.

Even as he trembled and felt the sudden shudder race down the line of his back again, his eyes heavy lidded and barely able to focus. The world was narrowed down to the throbbing fires burning through him, making his body tense and relax again. He didn't think about the fact his cock was now a mottled equine shaft, he didn't think about the fact that the nanosuit shouldn't have changed this way after he had activated it. He road out that pleasure as the women let out soft noises, sweet sounds that he could hear coming from both of them.

It took some time before he came down, Caleb sank back while the blonde pulled off of his cock with a wet noise as it flopped down to his belly. He shuddered a little bit and glanced down to see the engorged tip of his cock resting against his belly. It was massive looking, swollen heavy and wider than it should have been. The length was wrinkling as it was softening, pulling backwards towards his sheath as it dropped downwards towards his balls. He licked his dry lips and tried to keep his breathing steady.

"What... what's happening?" He managed, his voice ragged sounding as he sat up and reached down to touch his heavy balls and the velvet like fur covering him.

"I always knew satyrs were like beasts." The blonde said huskily, sweet sounding to his ears even as he was disturbed by the changes.

"I'm not supposed to be." He managed and then licked his lips again, pushing up to swing his legs off the bed with a thud of his hooves.

It was obvious the nanosuit was confused, he was supposed to be a satyr and not having some fat equine cock hanging form his loins. He was going to have to go back to the shop to get a new outfit, he wasn't going to be stuck with a malfunctioning persona. He shivered a little bit and moved his hand up to slide along his retreating cock and allowed himself a slightly guilty smile. At the very least it was an interesting bit of fun, so it wasn't all bad, just a damn shame to find a hole in the experience.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"Come on, I just need another outfit." Caleb tried not to yell as he stared at the girl behind the counter of the costume shop. "This one is defective."

"Unauthorized user." The woman said, her voice slightly mechanical as he shifted on his cloven hooves.

He had come immediately to change out his outfits, finding it awkward to walk around with the enlarged balls and the sheath that was hugging his lower belly. The loin cloth didn't fit properly and his sheath was in view no matter how he kept trying to hike it upwards. He felt exposed and flustered while he stood at the counter and attempted his best to get a new costume. He had assumed it would be easy, but apparently it was designed to only answer to the person that had booked the session. It was frustrating in a way that made him furious as he tapped his fingers against the top of the counter before getting himself under control.

"Alright, fine, then I'll put this one back." He said and moved his hands up towards the line of the outfit. "I'll just put on a toga or something."

He tried to pull with more force, his nails catching the line of the soft latex material of the outfit. It was smooth and thin material that should have been easy to find it and peel it down so that it could start to split open along the seam. It didn't, instead, when his fingers caught against it, the material tightened to make sure that it couldn't be drawn away. It clung to him, he could feel it moving slightly as he tried to pull a bit further. He dragged downwards with a sudden yank, but it didn't budge away from his neck, it clung to him.

He could feel the way that things were shifting, the suit was warming around him and he let out a noise low in his throat while he attempted to yank again. The movements became frantic as he felt the material, but it refused to be drawn away or open up the way it should have. The nano-bots had made sure that it sealed smoothly, but it was supposed to split open the moment he gave a pull against it. His panic was rising while he reached towards the back of his neck and gave a little bit of a yank. The drag caught along the underside again, but there was nothing he could do to get it off of him. Nothing budged, it fought him even.

"This... It's broken!" He protested, his eyes rolling up to the servant to see the person watching him without any sign of emotion. "It won't come off. You can't make me stay in a broken suit!"

"The suit is functioning properly. You are unauthorized to change the preset story-lines." The hologram answered without sympathy.

"Fine." He snapped angrily, his cheeks flushing as he moved his hands down, balling his fists up. "I'll find Vince."

He left the shop awkwardly, incredibly aware of the fact that his sheath was bouncing back and forth against his belly. It felt all wrong while he moved his body about with a little bit of a shift of his hooves. He was awkward feeling and embarrassed, his enjoyment of the beautiful area and the fact he was on vacation was tainted by the uncomfortable outfit. His hooves clicked on the ground as he ignored the NPCs of the place and his eyes looked about with a little bit of growl as he realized he had no idea where Vince was. He had gone off to find Benjamin, but they could be damn near anywhere and doing just about anything.

He felt his cheeks flush a little bit as he reached down for the loin cloth as the ends of the loin cloth twisted along his balls and he had to undo it. It was useless at this point, it was just tangling and not covering him nearly enough. He pulled the material off and tossed it aside, feeling the cool air brushing along his exposed balls and sheath. He glanced down and was taken back by the fact by the size of his balls. They were too swollen and he had to walk awkwardly around them making him suck in a little breath as he began to make his way towards the tavern.

That was his best bet, they were likely in some room or suite to enjoy each other, he'd just have to find them. He'd just hope that they weren't actually doing anything too embarrassing when he interrupted them. This wasn't how he had envisioned his trip here, certainly it was a large let down. He was going to interrupt his friend and likely end up embarrassing himself as the first glimpse Ben was going to get of him would be naked with his balls hanging down between his legs and what looked like a pony cock hanging from his lower stomach.

He was in the midst of looking at one of the inns when he realized that his lower legs itched oddly. It was a slight irritation that had him scratching his hip lightly, but the sensation didn't ease. The little twinges didn't stop after he scratched, it spread and ran down along the length of his lower legs. The irritation making him shift on his hooves as he left the inn and realized that his skin was tightening strangely as well. The odd sensation was starting to grow until he stopped and tried to scratch along his knee, scrubbing back and forth nervously.

His fingers caught against the line of the short hairs that were beginning to push outwards, growing like a fine coating that made him stiffen up. Before, the only goat hair was along the back of his legs and upper thighs, but now it was growing longer and curling a little bit. The front of his legs were being covered in the air that started right along the edge of skin above his hooves. The fringe of hair was russet colored and growing thicker, hiding the sight of his pink skin as his legs to strain slightly.

His ankle was lifting up higher in the air, his lower leg starting to grow a little bit longer with a strange ache and swell. The hair was starting to grow longer towards the curve of his knees while he reached out to grab the line of the doorway. He was trying his bet to make sure that he wasn't going to fall down, but he was staring as the growing hairs were growing thicker along the length of his front legs and hid his pink skin entirely, but it didn't hide the fact that the shape of his legs were growing more bestial right in front of his eyes.

"Stop that!" He called out frantically, hoping the suit would somehow respond. "Oh god... stop!"

The hooves were starting to become more compact as he had to struggle to balance himself on them. His nostrils flared wide, his breathing was coming faster as he picked up the strange earthy scent of animal on the air. It was coming from him, he realized it with a bit of a jolt and then flushed. He stumbled forward as his lower leg was turned entirely into the elongation of what felt like his ankle. It was jutting up behind him as he hunched a little forward to try and keep himself balanced. His breathing started to come out faster, little pants that were escaping his parted lips as his lower body became more goat-like.

It looked a bit more like a traditional satyr, but that didn't make him feel any better since he had to walk awkwardly forward. His hips ached a little bit while his tail twitched wildly behind him and he drew in a deeper breath. His body was shaking a little bit while he walked forward stiffly and began to work along the narrow walkway. He felt as if he was about to fall down to the ground, but he managed to keep upright. Caleb's eyes flashed a little bit while he swallowed and continued on towards the next inn. He had to find Vince, he had to get this damn costume off.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"VINCE!!!" Caleb cried out, his voice sounding off the empty buildings as he was reduced to yelling for his friend.

He had been in damn near every inn that he found in the area, but he hadn't even seen a sniff of his friend or Benjamin. He had asked damn near every person, but they refused to answer him since he wasn't an authorized user. He was a guest and he had limits on what he could and could not do. He was frustrated and upset, forced to remain on his hooves while walking around was painful and stiff feeling. He was unbalanced and his joints were starting to ache while he stopped near the open area of a court yard and let out a groan as he crouched down, feeling the pain relaxing once his hands touched the grounds.

Earlier in the day he had found himself starting to adjust strangely, his body no longer worked the way that he should have. He could walk on two legs, but he did so with an awkward rushing hitch to his steps rather than walking even remotely normally. He had to keep himself braced against walls when he walked or he was forced to drop down to all fours. He hated it, but there was nothing he could do when the suit refused to reverse itself. His ears were flushed a deep red color as he could only imagine the sight of his bare ass was making and the low hanging balls between his legs.

His legs were shorter than they had been, rather stocky and muscular than they had been. His hips had changed position so that being on all fours was more natural, though it was embarrassing. The way that his legs had started to adjust themselves meant that his legs were now more on a level with his arms so that his back was even. His cheeks burned a deep hot red while he swallowed a breath and moved his hands up to the edge of a fountain, pushing himself up, but he couldn't get back to being truly upright. This wasn't funny, the suit was doing things that it in no way should have been able to do.

"VINCE!! WHERE ARE YOU?!" He cried out and panted a little bit as his throat closed oddly with his call. "VIIIMAAWWWHHHHHH!"

He choked and gagged at the sound that burst free from his throat, a loud strange call that bleated free. His breathing was coming faster while his legs were starting to tense again before he tried to step forward just on his hooves. He fell forward again and his hands hit the ground, making him walk awkwardly like a beast and there was nothing he could do about it. He was angry and furious while he dropped his head down slightly and licked his lips. His throat felt strange, constricting oddly as he walked with the slap of his hands on the ground and the click of hooves beneath him.

It was oddly natural feeling, his body was moving smoothly while his tail twitched behind his bare ass. The russet colored fur was covered his body was silky and smooth, curling along his haunches, but fading to nothing to his waist. The pain that had been irritating his haunches was now gone, he felt natural as he tried not to think about the fact that he was positioned like a beast. He wasn't supposed to be changing this way, this suit was set to sayr and this certainly went beyond that.

"MWAAAAAAH!" He called out again, but he couldn't make the V sound at all, instead he bleated out loudly like a goat.

He jerked his head up wildly and then tried to speak normally, trying to say his name, but the bleating call came out again. It wasn't even remotely human sounding, causing him to breathe out in a ragged burst while he jerked his head backwards. His eyes flashed a little bit wider as he worked to get a more human noise, slowing down while he tried to force his lips to make the shapes he wanted to make. They refused to make them, his voice that came out wasn't even remotely like words, they were bleating calls that were oddly formed, but definitely animal sounding.

Whatever the nanosuit was doing was certainly out of bounds for what he had signed up for. This wasn't a simple satyr, his body was now contorted and twisted into an entirely different shape. He was more beast than man now, which caused him to walk oddly with a few stiff legged movements. He was mortified to walk along that way, but he had no choice and he needed to find his friend if he was going to end up getting back to his normal body. His cheeks were burning and flushed as he felt his sheath swaying back and forth beneath his belly, the movements jostling it along.

He managed to walk down past a few of the buildings before he realized he had no idea where to go. He didn't know what he was supposed to do or where to go, he felt as if he were losing control of himself. He would have to get out of the outfit, but now he couldn't even try and give the commands to the people around here. He would just be able to bleat and make animal noises, which would be absolutely useless to get his point across.

"There you are!" A voice called out, a male voice, but not a familiar one and then the sound of footsteps that made him swing around.

One of the NPC's came running down the road, a rather common looking young man who was looking him with recognition that was a bit distressing to see. He took a step back and glared as the man came forward and the expression turned into relief as he reached to his belt and unhooked a coiled bit of rope. For a moment, Caleb entertained the idea of bolting away and evading the NPC that was coming for him. After all, he had no interest in playing through this damn game as a goat, but at the last moment he decided against it.

_Maybe Vince has finally noticed that something is up or the program alerted him. _ He thought hopefully and let the young man approach him.

_ _

He was a bit irritated and annoyed when the rope was slung around his bare neck, but he didn't fight it. It was probably a way to make sure that everything was carefully maintained in the style of the storyline. It was demeaning, but he tolerated it even when the rope was given a tug and he was expected to follow. He took step by awkward step down the road, feeling that it should have been clumsy and not at all natural, but his body was perfectly adjusted to walking on all fours. What all had the suit changed and adjusted on him, certainly the modifications were leaning towards the extreme side of things..

_ _

He was led down near the outskirts of the city towards the shore where he could hear the waves rushing towards the shore. The young man seemed to know exactly what he was doing and had a destination in mind which gave him hope that he was going to get this sorted out. It wasn't until they came to a small building set near a bustling market that marked the edge of various storylines. It was meant as partially shared space so that people who wanted to interact with others could easily do so. He had wanted to take a chance here at some point, see people and perhaps partner up with another guest, but now he was being hauled towards the place and jerked back on the lead.

He jerked back, but the lad kept tugging at the lead and refused to let him pull backwards or get free. He felt a brand new surge of humiliation as he wondered how many people in the market were guests and looking at him, seeing nothing more than a goat. He moved his hand upwards and tried to grab at the rope so he could tug it off, but that's when he realized that his fingers refused to obey him. They didn't want to curl the way he wanted them too, his thumb refused to even move away from the rest of his hand. It was stiff, slightly numb feeling, as if he didn't have muscles that could work at all. There was nothing there that would answer him and he uselessly slapped his hand against the rope.

Eventually they came to a small building that had a corral set near the road, it was covered in a layer of straw and smelled like quite a few animals, though there didn't appear to be any in there. He tried to lock his legs, but he was dragged forward towards it before the boy swung the gate wide and was able to pull him all the way in. There was a sudden burst of laughter that came from some of the people and Caleb bolted forward with a surge of embarrassment as he imagined them laughing at his exposed balls or the fact his sheath was swaying back and forth.

"Finally, stubborn billy." The lad grunted and reached down to untie the rope. "There you go."

_Here? Where's Vince? Damnit, where is everyone? _ He thought angrily and then bleated out angrily the sound spilling past his lips with anger.

The young man didn't respond at all, instead he jumped over the fence while Caleb rushed it angrily and let out another bleat. He reared up on his haunches and tried to actually stand, but he couldn't, not even with the help of the fence. He had to lean forward at an angle as he looked around wildly and his breathing came a bit faster. Why had he been brought here? It had to be a part of the story line, but he still hadn't agreed to this! Someone should have warned him if he had chosen a costume that would make him trot around like a damn farm animal. This place was supposed to be a vacation from reality into one of pleasure, not this!

He spent a rather humiliating few hours in the pen with people walking through the market. Some were NPCs, but there were quite a few that were obviously guests. None of them seemed to realize that he was a guest as well or that he was in a bizarre twisted shape. They glanced at him, but no one lingered that long and only one had actually mentioned his oddness. Even then, it had been a sidelong comment about the act that he was obviously hung like a pony rather than a goat and the supposition that he was put there for bestiality play. The very idea had him blushing so hard that he had felt dizzy with it and had done his best to hide that part of him before anyone else had any ideas.

It was nearing the late evening when he finally heard a voice he recognized and felt the vaguest surge of hope strike him. He lifted his head up to see two men that were walking through the market. One was a rather slender young man with a body that was oddly beautiful with muscles that should have been on a dancer. The hair was chin length and curly so that it framed a beardless face and bright violet colored eyes, making him quite eye catching. He didn't linger on that face for long, instead he saw the familiar form of his friend in his outfit and he let out a loud bleating cry and rushed the fence line.

_VINCE!! _ He bleated louder, his lips parted open wide and he reared up, trying to get his head up over the top bar of the fence.

The pair continued walking for a way, almost making him frantic before Vince paused and glanced over, raising his brow a little bit. The expression on the young man's face was considering and interested, something that made him feel the slight stirring of unease before he dropped down to all fours and watched them turn towards them. Neither one look dismayed or surprised, or even all that questioning about what they saw. It made him wonder if they saw just a goat standing here, which was a whole new reason to worry considering the fact he knew very well Vince had some obscure desires.

"My my..." Vince said as he came in close enough to be heard, his brows rising a little. "Taking a little more bestial walk?"

"MWAAAAAH!" Caleb answered, the noise bursting from his lips angrily as the man grinned a bit wider in answer to him.

"That is a new take on a satyr, I think I rather like it." Benjamin answered, his voice crisp with an English accent. "Give us a turn, won't you?"

Caleb glared and shook his head wildly back and forth, his tail twitching angrily as Vince came forward and then unlatched the gate. He expected it to be swung open to allow him to bolt out, but there was no such luck, instead the larger of the two stepped in easily and held it open only so long as it took for his lover to follow. The door was closed with a loud clicking noise that made him tense up and he took another step backwards. He warily watched the pair as Ben walked around Vince and smiled a bit wider in pleasure as his eyes roved over Caleb. It was such a piercing look that he tried to hunch his back to try and hide the more intimate parts of himself from view.

Vince circled him with interest and raised his brows, stepping forward so that a broad hand reached out and caressed the line of his back. The gentle touches stroked downwards and he writhed a little before bleating and swinging away to try and knock the man aside. He was flustered and angry, growing more so by the moment before the pair shared laughter. The touch teased back upwards towards the nape of his neck and gave a light squeeze, tickling up into his air before moving away.

"A little too smooth, I think." Vince commented and then reached down to pinch his chin. "Just look at this, hardly goat-like here."

"True, who ever heard of a buck with such features." Ben laughed a little and shot a hand out to tweak his tail. "We should fix that, I think, we want him properly sorted after all."

He didn't know what they meant about fixed, but he didn't like the sound of it. He jerked away and walked stiff legged away from them, embarrassed and enraged that no one was offering to help him get back into his proper form. The pair didn't seem to care the least little bit about his own feelings on the matter. In fact, they were so amused and interested in him that he didn't know what to think about it. He watched as Vince pulled out a small tablet from his loose fitting outfit, so thin that it hadn't even disturbed the line of fabric that clung to him. It came on with a light swap and a melodic chiming of music.

Vince flicked his fingers over it expertly, the see through monitor showing lines of text and flashes of images, but he couldn't understand any of it. He was left staring at the thing curiously and not understanding what they were doing until suddenly he felt a faint itching heat travelling along the length of his chin. He gave his head a wild shake back and forth, trying to get rid of the sensation, but it continued and grew worse by the moment. He shook his head again wildly back and forth at the growing irritation and it was starting to travel backwards steadily before he bleated out angrily.

He felt the hairs starting to grow along the length of his chin, sprouting out while Ben let out an approving noise. Vince kept adjusting a line on the screen and suddenly it hit him, they were actually causing this to happen to him. They were controlling his nana suit. It was a jolt of fear and shock as the hairs grew longer and began to trace their way down towards his jaw line. He could see his reflection to his side, the beard was filling out with goat hairs that smelled sharp and earthy. He wrinkled his nose up and the hairs travelled down the line of his chest in a smooth line.

It was the same russet color as the rest of his coat, thickening as it went, lingering and starting to fill out where he could see the trail falling down the line of his belly. He bleated out and felt the shaggy length of it tickling him as he swallowed a noise and then angrily swung his gaze towards his friend. He tried not to think about how damning the bear must look, another veneer of beast that hadn't been there before. It was clear that Vince didn't give a damn what he thought or how he was reacting. The young man was watching it with an avidness that was more disturbing than anything else. He wasn't going to stand for this!

He didn't have the ability to punch or hit him, instead the goat-man swung around and kicked out with both of his cloven hind legs. He struck out sharply towards his friend and was rewarded with the hit that made Vince grunt out and step back. The hairs stopped growing, though they still felt strange and his skin felt tender and warm. He didn't give a damn, at least he was able to show in no uncertain terms that he did not appreciate the way they were treating him. He hadn't wanted to be changed into this creature, but they hadn't given a damn about any of that.

"Cheeky billy." Ben said with a laugh at his lover's yelping cry. "Hmmm, don't you worry, I think you'll soon find out just how enjoyable this role is."

_I don't want this role! _ He thought furiously, glaring at the young men who smiled at him.

"Oh yes, we'll have to make some more adjustments I think." Vince murmured and raised one of his brows. "For now, you'll enjoy the hospitality here and be given the best of care."

_I want to get out of his suit! _ He thought and bristled, but the smile that appeared sent a chill down his spine. It was full of anticipation, and he didn't even know what they could possibly be anticipating from him.

~ ~ * ~ ~

The best of care turned into little more than a clean little stall in the building, grain and hay being laid out for him and fresh water. Caleb spent the next few days angrily forced to live as a goat where people could see him, but not realize there was anything off about him. On the second day, a thick ridge of bristling hair grew along the length of his spine, very like a stiff bristled mane, though it didn't spread any further than the nape of his neck. It made him look wilder and he felt less and less human with each day as he was forced not only to eat out of a trough, but relieve himself as if he were an animal.

It became worse as each day he became a little stranger minded, his memories became fuzzy and his thoughts grew quieter. Perhaps it was because he was constantly forced to stand around day after day, doing nothing more than staring around and thinking about how badly he wanted out of the damn pen and stall. It was likely he was just bored and he couldn't maintain a constant state of anger unless he wanted to slowly go insane. Instead, he was forced to spend each day acting the part of a goat and occasionally getting visits from people that were quite obviously guests who found him amusing.

More than once he was sure someone was going to take up the 'side story' with him, but they mostly passed by. One had pet him for a time, caressing him until he'd bleated angrily and kicked out, but afterwards he'd felt rather disappointed he had driven the person off. He needed someone that would champion him and get him out of the nanosuit. His frustration mounted and he was left trying to spend the time he wasn't eating sleeping. It wasn't precisely enjoyable, but it was better than being exposed to people who might think he was some sort of sex toy for their amusement.

Caleb didn't have any gauge on how much time had passed save that he knew that there had been at least two nights given he keenly recalled the evening parties that had happened. The morning started...oddly from the time he opened his eyes. It began with his mind refusing to wake up quite right, he felt as if he were still half dreaming, all the way to the point that he hadn't even tried to hold out against eating hay. Normally he would wait until he was so hungry he couldn't see straight, but he found himself eating it before he realized what he was doing. It only grew stranger after that.

He was full of an odd energy, feeling unable to sleep and more restless than he had ever been in his life. He couldn't keep still, instead he paced and his tail was constantly at work as there was a faint brush of a smell always lingering on the outside of his senses. It was a sweet sort of scent, so faint that he had to wrinkle his lips up to really smell it, finding it harder for him to ignore it as the day went on. It wasn't like the scent of food at all, food would have only made him hungry, this made him feel something else entirely.

His stomach was twisted up and he paced constantly around the paddock, not quite able to hold still as he sniffed the air constantly. He snuffled and puffed out air at times, trying to draw in the scents deeper into his maw, but it was always just out of sight. He wanted to be closer to them, sniffing further and lifting his head up at times and then bleating out. He didn't even know why he was bleating out, but he kept letting it out time and again. He wanted that smell, whenever there was a breeze that filtered through him he was gulping down another full breath of the faint smell.

It eventually grew a bit stronger, not exactly strong, but just strong enough that he felt a surge and he paced around in a wild circle again. He didn't know why, but it made him warm up a bit further as he felt his sheath starting to droop downwards, disgorging the tip of his cock. It began to droop down towards the ground, but he wasn't controlling it and the former man didn't care enough to bother with it. He circled around again in a wild swing before the breeze slid over him again and he bleated loudly as more of his pink and black mottled girth drooped beneath him and began to fill out.

He hunched his back a little bit, thrusting forward as his cock stiffened up a little bit and then drooped back down again. The strands of precum were smearing over the ground, dribbling messily while his tail wagged wildly back and forth. The movements were rapid as he swung around the edges of the pen again and he tossed his head a little as his cock bounced beneath him. That smell, it kept sweeping over his nose and then faded again so that he was left trying to figure out just why he wanted after it so badly. It was sweet and earthy, a bit like him and so incredibly not that he felt wild. He puffed out a snort and then turned back around again.

His cock eventually stiffened all the way, almost painfully erect beneath him as it jutted out and he was painting his own stomach with the mess. He wasn't thinking about the fact that a few people could see, their eyes drifting over what they assumed was just a randy goat. His shame was tamped down under the muzzy thoughts that had him pushing against the gate angrily, his nose tipping up high again. He licked the air, rapid little flutters of his tongue as he craned his head all the way back and tried to actually taste that faint scent. And it was starting to grow a bit stronger. It was filling his muzzle until his cock twitched and his low hanging balls were tightening between his legs.

"MWAAAAAAAAAAH." He bleated as the scent hit him in a wave that made him dizzy, the goat throwing his head back and then shoving a shoulder against the gate angrily.

He wanted closer to the smell, his entire body was throbbing in time with his heart beat, the feel of it growing worse and worse by the moment. He couldn't think past it, not even to realize that someone was approaching the pen. He didn't care about humans, the buck wanted where that smell was coming from. He bleated out again and gave a stomp of his hind hooves, his forehooves were making him stumble a little bit. He found it hard to actually balance himself as his tail started to wag rapidly. The movements building as his nostrils flared wider and his cock splattered out a bit of precum right onto his forelegs.

The drooling spill splattered down towards his hooves, spreading out over the edges messily. He snorted and tossed his head down once more, snuffling curiously towards the ground and then up again. The scent was growing thicker, so sweet that he was nearly dizzy with desire. He felt as if he were starting to lose control of himself, bits and pieces falling away until all he could think was slow animalistic thoughts that only dealt with what was happening in the moment. Nothing else mattered, just the moment, that was the only thing his mind could concentrate on.

The man walked to the barn and tipped his head to one side, the smile on his face showing rather red at the tips, his expression bright and eager as the eyes roved over him briefly. He knew the man, he knew he should have been angry, but the scent was growing so sweet that he was swinging around and bleating. It was coming from the barn, the stall that he stayed in at night, he knew it and swung around to follow the lad walking along the outside of the pen. He angry bleated again, the loud sound bursting free as he threw his head up and then dropped back down again. The man only smiled a bit wider as he touched the door.

"Come here, lad, come along..." The words made some sense, but not much as he bleated out again and the man grinned a bit wider. "Ahh so eager, I think you've earned a treat, after all, you've been a model goat."

_I'm not... I'm not a goat? _ He thought, the words feeling confused even as the door suddenly swung open.

Caleb tried to remember what it was that he was supposed to be cautious of, but his thoughts wouldn't go in that direction, instead he found himself thinking only of the fact that scent hit him so strong he was nearly dizzy._ _ It was that delightful scent that had been sweetly calling to him and he wanted more of it. The goat bleated eagerly and followed as the man carefully opened up the door to his stall and he nearly charged directly in. He stumbled to a stop as he came to a stop, his breathing ragged as he stumbled in to find the smaller man entirely nude and with a smile on his face.

He froze, for a single moment he thought that he could actually break the spell and would be able to bolt, but he didn't, he remained stiff and in place. His breathing was coming out short and heavy, the little pants causing him to feel unsteady as he tried to make his mind actually work the way he wanted it too. The sight of the naked man should have made him clear his head, instead, that scent hit him and he trotted forward. His hooves and hands stirred up the straw as he let out an eager bleat and the man turned his head back with a little smile on his face.

He was on a haybale, a bit of cloth tossed over it and caused him to stare at the bare curve of the ass. He bleated out again, the sound hot and eager as he stepped forward and shoved his nose forward. There was no muzzle that he half expected to be there, instead his nose was flat as he felt his cock giving an other wild twitch upwards. The squirt of precum dribbled downwards and he didn't think about anything except wanting the doe. The doe? That almost made him think straight, but it was lost as he pushed his head up and it felt like the most natural thing in the world to scrabble up and onto the bent over lad.

"You weren't.. nnf.. lying, it really does work." Ben said and Caleb tried to make his mind work even as his forelegs scrabbled to either side of the hips. The warm body was under his chest as the tip of his cock bounced up wildly. "Oh god..."

"You were the one to suggest he be given a more equine appearance." He heard Vince murmur, but the buck was shuddering and bucking his cock tip up against the bare curve of the ass.

He squirted out a jet of precum, smearing it along the line of the ass cheek and bouncing this way and that. He hunched his hips and blindly started to push this way and that even as he panted and strained his entire body forward. His hind hooves pranced wildly back and forth, trying to brace himself as best that he could before his cock tip bounced upwards. There was a little shove and push, smearing the rush of slimy precum right along the soft silken pucker. That's all he wanted, all he needed, it came in a fiery surge as he tensed his haunches up and gave a wild plunge forward.

The tip of his flat equine glans pushed right against Ben's passage before he heard the lad crying out raggedly in reaction. He drove himself inwards, prying the walls open wider and wider, feeling them stretching up and over his sensitive glans until he was letting out a ragged groan of delight. He gave a wild plunge while he heard the lad crying out in pleasure, his back arching upwards in reaction. The taut grip of the walls opened wide around him, swallowing down the length of his girth as he gave a series of wild plunges forward and his tail quivered in reaction. The precum was smearing into the opening, making it smooth and silky feeling around him. It was almost too pleasurable, causing him to give another shove forward.

The thrust delved in deeper, splitting the walls wider as he pushed his way all the way to the medial ring and then drew backwards. The moment he began to pull out he felt the heat and pressure building up. He plunged inwards again and this time his medial ring sank in with a wet popping noise, his hooves prancing wildly back and forth as he bleated eagerly. His nostrils were flaring wider, sucking down that scent and the part of his mind that should have been thinking straight didn't give a damn about anything except the fact the clutching walls were trying to draw him in deeper and deeper.

The lad let out a moaning sound, his body bracing and pushing backwards until the buck drove home and felt his base splitting the taut anal ring wide. His hot puffing breath ran down along the neck before he tried to grab with his teeth, not finding anything he could really grab onto so he licked along the bare salty skin. He could hear the other human moving around, but the buck only drew backwards a little bit and then drove home again. The next thrust sank in to the sheath again, his balls swinging forward with a lewd slapping noise of flesh on flesh.

He was dimly aware of the fact his head was throbbing, a warmth was growing and building as he bleated out and began to saw his length in and out of the tight passage. His forelegs clutched and scrabbled, trying to find the perfect purchase on the slender sides, moving his body backwards a little bit and then he was sinking home once more. The powerful rolling thrust startling Ben a little bit and then he was pushing back against him again. The tightening of the muscles were gripping eagerly, suckling and pulling along his length before he dragged back again. The medial ring popped outwards before he buried himself in deep again.

He was prance stepping in place with his wild movements, his hips working in a blur as his head began to throb and ache faintly. It was growing harder to hold his head up the way he wanted too, but the buck didn't care enough to try and figure out why. Something was changing, but nothing could mean as much as the feel of those clutching walls working down his length. He was licking and nipping at the neck as he heard another throat moan burst from the lad beneath him and he answered in a guttural cry. His eyes squeezing shut as he felt his entire length starting to swell.

The tip of his cock flaring made the passage feel that much tighter around him. The walls were straining tight, beginning to work open and plunge deep into the anal passage. His balls were churning and tightening up as his head tipped down further. Something heavy was brushing right against the line of his shoulders when he tipped his head up again. He felt the sharp tips jabbing against him before he ignored it, the part of his mind that worried about what it was, was the same part that was buried under the rush of bestial lust claiming him.

He stiffened up and let out a wild bleating call as he lunged forward in a wild thrust that threw his weight forward, his hind hooves lifted off the ground in one last thrust. He felt the haybale rocking forward as Benjamin tried to brace himself for it, crying out in a near bleat of his own before the first jet of seed erupted from his tip and began to pour out into the lad's depths. Caleb was nearly blinded with the rush of relief and pleasure that ran over him, his entire world narrowing down to the throbbing feel of pleasure bubbling up through him and pouring out into the depths of the passage. Rope after rope from the flared tip as his sides heaved heavily up and down.

The body was shaking under him as he leaned forward, his head dropping down again and feeling too heavy to be normal. He shuddered again as his cock gave a weak twitch in answer to the way that the walls were still gripping him, adding to the drooling mess of seed. His sides were heaving heavily and his panting breath rang in his ears as he felt Ben going limp under him. Caleb felt slow and dim, the satisfaction rolling over the rush of horrified embarrassment at what he had just done to and with Ben. The former man shuddered and then gave a jerk backwards, pulling a bit of his cock out of the passage.

"Ahh ahh.. now now, no need to run so quickly." The warm amused voice called out before his head jerked to a standstill.

It wasn't that his hair was grabbed or his neck or even his head, instead, something on his head was held fast so that he couldn't jerk free. He bleated out a shocked noise and flung his head up, jerking again, but the hold remained fixed and he couldn't get backwards as he rested above Ben's body. Caleb had no idea what it was the man was holding, only that he couldn't get free and for a moment that's all he knew. It wasn't until Vince reached up with the other hand and grabbed the other side that it occurred to him that another part of his body had changed. His friend was grasping a twin set of large curling goat horns and using them like a handhold.

"There now, much better." Vince crooned when he stopped struggling and just gaped in astonishment. "I'm so glad you came with me, after all, we never would have had a chance to really explore this little fantasy without you."

"And.. so many.. others.." Ben panted out, his voice sounding thick with his afterglow. "And those.. horns.. will come in handy...love. A good.. handhold, eh?"

_Handhold? _ Caleb felt his cheeks go red and he could barely think past the rush of understanding. This wasn't just a cheap little joke or a whim, they had planned this, all of this. He wasn't here as Vince's guest, he was a part of the game, the storyline. And there was no way out until they were finished with him.

"Oh yes, they will come in handy for that." Vince murmured and reached down to slide a finger to tease the goatish beard along his chin. "Maybe we'll give him ears to match. A little gift each time he's proven himself just what we've been looking for."

The former man swallowed, and had nothing to say to that, what could he say? He had signed the agreement coming here that he would play his role and he didn't have the power to end this game or take off his suit. He trembled and swallowed as his cock softened and finally popped free to hang between his hind legs heavily. He could only imagine what they had planned next.