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The South Woods

Written by Leo_Todrius

Commissioned by Justyiffit

Freedom. That was what the South Woods represented to Zeke, especially now. He was eighteen, he had a truck, he had a hunting license, and he had a purpose. The leaves were changing, shifting from green to gold and amber. His old truck was reliable, the beefy tires taking him deeper and deeper into the woods. Every so often he'd catch sight of himself in the mirror, earning himself a prideful grin.

Zeke's eighteenth birthday had made him a man legally, but he'd had a full beard for almost two years. It was the envy of all his classmates. He reached up and ran a finger through it, admiring how full and bushy it was. While his head hair was a shaggy brownish blond, the beard was dark brown and black, a credit to his variety of ancestors. Zeke also felt like he had inherited his hunting prowess from his ancestors as well.

There was something about hunting that made him feel alive, at one with nature, and his own place in it all. He'd gone on more hunting trips than he could count, but he'd never been on his own. Zeke felt like it was time to really prove himself. His camouflage jacket was a little tight on his broad shoulders, but it'd work well enough for this trip.

The truck hit a depression in the old dirt road, the shocks squeaking as Zeke bounced. He cursed out loud, blushing a little, but keeping the truck right. The road had deteriorated quite a bit this far out, and Zeke had pushed out to the far reaches. He'd even pried his way past an old gate whose lock had rusted off. He wanted to get deep into nature, and he had succeeded.

Zeke brought the truck to the end of the road and shut it off. The engine clicked as it cooled down, silence sweeping back in around the vehicle until the hunter slipped out and dropped down, his boots crunching into the leaves. It only took him a few moments to unpack his Ruger rifle, swinging a pack over his shoulder full of gear. Glancing around, Zeke turned and started walking.

The forest felt alive all around him, fully in its element. There were babbling rivulets, layers of brush, trees climbing tall and saplings striving for enough to keep going. Birds sang, butterflies floated. It almost seemed too vibrant, too ardent. Zeke got a little distracted, amazed by just how rich and full the flowers were. It was fall, but everything seemed to be in bloom. The berries were colorful and rich, everything was... perfection.

Zeke slowed to a stop and looked around, realizing his truck was just out of sight. He nodded to himself before he tied a flag around a tree to keep himself oriented. He reached down into his vest and opened it up, pulling out a little spray bottle. Closing his eyes, he misted himself with the amber liquid, making sure to get a good coating. The smell was foul, but it was just what any good hunter needed to mask his human scent.

A smile crossed the hunter's beard rimmed lips. This was it, this was his chance. He moved closer to the water, keeping his eyes clear until he spotted some deformations in the dirt that could be hoof prints. He lowered down, using a particularly robust fern for cover as he readied his Ruger for something that might never come.

The seconds ticked by into minutes, the minutes stretched until all sense of time was lost. The sun crawled across the heavens and a symphony of bugs and birds filled the time. Zeke's eagerness became tempered by anticipation, then by skill as he listened and watched for minute changes. Thoughts of his life churned up and settled back down again, his mind sorting through everything until little was left to contemplate, especially as he heard a twig snap.

Zeke didn't respond, moving nothing other than his eyes at first. It hadn't been a fluke. There was motion ahead. He trained his sights just ahead of where it had been, readied himself, exhaled slowly, ready to pull the trigger… and then froze when he saw flesh instead of fur in the scope, though after a moment, he saw fur too. Zeke's eyes went wide and he blinked, trying to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

Standing several yards away from the human was a figure unlike anything the scruffy high school senior had ever seen before. He was tall, lithe, fit and nimble. His upper body was muscled, his nipples a bit darker than they should have been and a series of pale dots ran down his spine almost like a deer. His hair was a shaggy mess, sticking up between two pronounced deer antlers.

"What the fuck is this fucking shit?" Zeke whispered under his breath, but despite his better judgment his eyes trailed down the creature's spine to his waist where the flesh transitioned into fur covered skin, including his plump, full, round, pert ass cheeks. The creature reached up to stretch and a little deer tail flagged and flicked above his furry ass.

Zeke didn't know what to do. From the waist up he looked like he could have just been one of Zeke's classmates. He even had a little bit of a goatee growing in, though it was nothing compared to Zeke's beard. Zeke lowered his ruger to the ground, knowing that he couldn't shoot such a unique creature. He also immediately regretted not grabbing his phone or anything that could take a picture. Swallowing, Zeke decided to make his move and stand up.

The movement and the snapping of twigs was enough to alert the creature. He turned, ready to run, but hesitated when he saw the bearded human youth in his camouflage outfit. An eyebrow arched above purple eyes, and then a slight smile crossed his plump, full lips. The creature lowered one hand to his hip and turned to face the human.

"Uh, hey." Zeke said, waving. The creature couldn't help but smirk more.

"Hey." He replied. Zeke paused, not sure what to say next.

"How's… uh, how's your day going?" Zeke asked. The creature let out a light chuckle.

"Pretty good. I haven't been shot, and I saw a pretty handsome human in the woods today, so all in all, not bad." He replied. Zeke blushed beneath his beard, smiling a dopey smile.

"There are other humans here?" Zeke asked. The deer boy laughed and moved closer. Hooves stepped carefully around roots.

"You don't get out much, do you sweetie?" He asked, "I meant you." He added, reaching up to caress Zeke's beard, murmuring at how thick it was.

"You meant me? Really? I mean, uh, cute?" Zeke asked, "I don't even know your name." he added after a moment.

"Riley, and really." The creature said, purple eyes trailing down to the human's pants.

"And what are you, Riley?" Zeke asked. The deer boy looked up and nearly pouted.

"You've never heard of a satyr before?" He asked. Zeke shook his head.

"But those are part goat." Zeke replied. Riley snorted.

"You just met your first supernatural creature and you're going to correct me on what I am? Well, you can't have it all I guess…" Riley smiled, "My guess is you have enough, though." He said, turning around and backing up. Zeke gasped as he felt those fuzzy, furry ass cheeks press against his lap. He tried to make himself back up, but instead all he did was feel an erection forming. Riley murmured happily, clenching his cheeks, squeezing the cock through the layers of fabric.

"I-I-I…" Zeke stammered.

"I know. You're a strong, robust hunter… No doubt the best of your age. You've got the beard of a man, the vitality of stag, and the rod… of a beast. Maybe you want to put it to good use? See how good you really are?" Riley asked.

"You want to… with me?" Zeke asked. Riley nodded.

"I do, as long as you stop asking so many questions. I can smell your musk; I know you're in heat." Riley said. Zeke opened his mouth, but this time he did not stammer or ask questions. He just nodded with a growing grin. No one would ever believe him, but maybe that was okay. He started to unzip his jacket and threw it aside, taking off his shirt next. The forest air was a bit brisk against his skin, but he didn't care. In moments he unzipped his camouflage pants and let them drop, revealing a fat, long, uncut cock that jutted out from a very thick, untrimmed bush. Riley grinned, reaching out.

The satyr's fingers dug through the bush before they wrapped around Zeke's cock, giving it a good stroke, then another, then several. Zeke moaned, panting hard, finding it difficult to keep his eyes open as he got a hand job from the deer boy before him. Riley smiled and moved closer, using his free hand to reach over, trailing up Zeke's chest to his beard, fondling the fluff, feeling how thick it was.

"Do you like males?" Riley asked. Zeke blushed and nodded.

"I'm not supposed to, but… I do." Zeke said. Riley grinned and leaned in, kissing Zeke's cheek softly.

"There's no supposed to here. This is the wilderness, this is nature. Your nature is that you like males. Embrace it… Embrace me. I am yours, hunter, the best living trophy you could ever hope for." Riley said before he turned, rubbing his furry cheeks against Zeke's bare cock. Zeke moaned.

The fur was so slick, so smooth; it felt just like deer hide. In moments his cock was leaking clear pre. He shuddered, biting his lip before he let out an even louder moan. The satyr grinned and pressed back tighter, really rubbing his rod in his buns. He crouched down and slid up, doing everything he could to get the human to take the hint before he decided he had to be more direct.

"I've been waiting for a big stud like you for so long… I can't believe you just popped right out of nowhere when I needed you, and your shaft, the most." Riley said. Zeke shuddered and blushed, amazed that he hadn't already cum. The truth of the matter was that the smooth deer ass rubbing against his cock was the single most sensual feelings he'd ever experienced in his life. He gasped as Riley reached back to rest a hand on Zeke's hip. Riley smiled, glancing over his shoulder, "Fuck me, stud." He pleaded.

Finally, and all at once, everything clicked for Zeke. He gave a resolute nod and leaned forward, grabbing onto Riley's round and ample hips. He pulled back just enough to adjust his angle, feeling his round, mushroom shaped cock head resting against an undulating, already moistened pucker. Zeke took a breath and then thrust, sliding into Riley.

The satyr's hooves dug into the dirt, trying to give him an anchor. Zeke thrust again, then again, working in inch after inch. Riley inhaled sharply himself, a bit surprised by how true his words had been. Seducing hunters had always been a survival tactic for his clan, though he'd never found one quite this deep into the woods, nor this deep into his ass. It felt… perfect.

Riley moaned harder, pushing back, actually really enjoying himself. Zeke grunted, holding on, sliding in and out with greater and greater ease. His smooth balls swung and slapped Riley's taint, the deer tail flicked and tickled Zeke's stomach, and Zeke leaned in between those dangerous antlers and got a good whiff of the satyr's messy brown hair. Zeke nearly drifted away in his mind, having visions of a wild haired boyfriend in his bed at home, spooning against him. Zeke had his arm draped over the young man, holding him fondly as the sun rose over them both…

A moan escaping Riley's hips caused birds to take flight, leaving the trees behind. Zeke wasn't being quiet either, grunting and moaning with each thrust as he got deeper and deeper until he hit his depths, hilting himself inside of Riley. The satyr bounced and ground against the human, feeling all of it, feeling everything the human had to give… except his seed. The fact that he hadn't cum yet was more than a miracle. It was a sign.

"Fuck me, stud… My big brave handsome beast…" Riley moaned, his fingers reaching up to play with a ring hanging on a gold chain around his neck. It was a dangerous game, there would be repercussions, but this was a dick that he couldn't pass up. Riley bit his lip, "Fuck me, show me how big you are!" Riley begged.

Zeke's chest rose and fell as he moved, wanting to prove him right. He suddenly eased up from where he had been sitting, the change in position forcing Riley to topple forward, landing on all fours. Zeke pummeled his ass from behind, thrusting like a madman, but only then did he realize just how selfish he had been. As Zeke held onto those deer hips with his left hand, his right slipped around Riley's hips and dipped down, snatching at his deer cock to stroke it off.

Riley bleated out in pleasure, his tail twitching more as he started to instinctively thrust between Zeke's hand and his cock, bouncing between the two extremes, moaning and grunting and salivating sharply. Zeke felt amazing. In fact, he felt more than amazing. He felt strong, like he'd just finished an amazing workout. He felt alive, his heart racing, his lungs filling with fresh mountain air. Each breath he took, his chest filled a little fuller than before. Soon it was enough that his shirt was growing tighter and tighter, constricting around the sleeves.

Riley drooled, unable to stop himself, but even so he kept mouthing words as his fingers played with the ring dangling from his neck. He wasn't sure at first that it was working, or if it even could work, but as he felt Zeke's plump, heavy bulls slap his taint, they started to feel bigger and softer at the same time. Riley bent down lower, nearly to his knees, looking back between his legs. Sure enough, the hunter's balls had been covered by soft, slick, sublime deer fur… and it was only the beginning.

The fingers gripping onto Riley's hips started to dig in tighter as Zeke's fingernails shifted from clear to tan to brown, pushing out a little longer and a bit rougher. The way he was thrusting and going at it, the muscles in his upper leg were swelling to give him more leverage, and his ass was thickening and tightening too.

All over, Zeke was feeling trapped and constrained. His clothes were too tight, too constrictive, but he couldn't stop – he wouldn't stop. He growled harder, leaning down, nuzzling the base of Riley's neck before he licked it. A musky, woody flavor filled his mouth, reminding him of all the lures and baits he'd used in his hunting. He shuddered, nearly going cross eyed with pleasure.

Riley moaned and came a little, his cum splattering across the moss beneath him, but also getting all over Zeke's hand as it pumped his rod. Riley moaned hard, clenching and unclenching his ass, trying to add pressure and friction to his friend's most unusual ride. Zeke's lips curled in pain and discomfort before he heard a snapping sound come from his shirt, then a tearing sound. The arms blew out around the shoulders, but the damage extended to his chest as well. As he fucked the satyr, as he breathed in deeper and deeper, his pecs were rounding out fuller and fatter, his chest hair getting unusually soft… and unusually pale.

Zeke was finding it harder and harder to think. A piercing pain was coming from his temples, focused on the skull as two lumps formed. The skin grew more and more red, irritated and swollen, bulging outward until at last the skin could take no more and two velvety soft nubs emerged from the skin. Riley howled out loudly, smelling a change in the air. He knew this was a delicate time for Zeke and he had to encourage him. He threw himself back, his spine hitting Zeke's chest, his antlered head coming up to the hunter's shoulder. Riley twisted and turned to kiss Zeke's nose as it was the only thing he could reach in that position.

"Fuck me, my stud… Be the buck I need most!" He howled. Zeke roared in triumph, feeling like the manliest man that had ever lived. He grabbed onto Riley's waist and lifted the satyr up off the ground, using him as a fuck sleeve.

Riley's deer legs kicked in the air, his tail twitched, his cock came uncontrollably, but he merely was along for the ride. Zeke kept bashing up into his ass, sliding deep into his abdomen, impaling him on everything he had to offer. Riley squirmed, but Zeke kept at it like an animal in rut. The velveteen nubs on his forehead pushed out more, forming into a blade that curved forward. As they pushed out, keratin and bone reshaping and mineralizing, tiny spurs formed, pressing up into spikes.

Zeke was mature for his age and it showed in his beard, but as he warped and changed, he seemed to be mature for his age in other ways as well. Riley could already see his antlers wee coming in complex and heavy like some of the most virile males. The fur sprouting along his arms was thick and colored well. Riley panted hard, leaning into Zeke's embrace, his pointed ears twitching when he heard a pop, then another one.

Zeke hadn't been sure what the sound was at first, only that it filled his whole skull. His mouth felt a little numb and strange, and even his sense of smell was muted. His eyes nearly went crossed trying to look, but as he looked down, he realized he was seeing too much of his mouth, even his nose. It was sticking out into his vision.

Zeke's thrusts became ragged, wild, unpredictable and uncoordinated. His speed faltered as he realized his mouth was growing. His lower jaw was pushing out and his mouth was extending to join it. His nose flattened out and lengthened, his cheek bones shifted, even his nostrils were changing shape.

The soft, thick, bushy beard that Zeke had so proudly grown was being stretched over more face, the start of a muzzle… but it was also growing. The hair on his chin had been the quickest to grow growing up, but now it was proceeding unchecked. His beard seemed like fur on overdrive, but the tuft of hair pushing down from his jaw was clearly a manly trait. Riley could tell Zeke was getting confused and scared, but he didn't dare let this hunter stop his mating.

Riley reached up, grabbed onto the goatee and tugged. Zeke howled at the sudden strange sensory pleasure, unused to having anything remotely that good fill his nervous system. He snorted with renewed vigor, throwing rational thought to the wind as he fucked his satyr and kept going. With his acceptance, with each thrust, Zeke's changes only accelerated.

The rough nails on his fingertips smoothed out and slipped over the tips to form hooflettes. His feet popped and contorted, slipping out of his boots, coming down to the ground as large dew clawed hoofs. Sandy brown fur swept down his legs, darker brown fur down his back, and his muscled, firm ass cheeks grew rounder, fuller, wider and plumper. Fur swept over the cheeks, but it was darkest just above his pucker as his tailbone pushed out from his pelvis, fighting for its freedom as it flicked around. New ligaments and muscles grew in, the fur thickened, and soon Zeke had a deer tail of his own.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Riley wondered if he had done the spell right. He had thought about turning Zeke into a satyr like him, but apparently his urges had pushed him on further. He had created something more; a real buck, a real stud. The fur swept up Zeke's neck, growing into his beard. It surrounded his eyes, covered his forehead and even his ears as they grew into points.

Zeke kept going, grunting and straining as his balls swelled, his sack filled, his cock stretched longer and wider still. He had been tall as a human, but now he had to be at least six foot two – and that was without the antlers. Point by point, they grew in, rising high above Zeke's shaggy brown hair. He'd taken on the markings of a deer, along with all the subtle variations of color along his stomach and back. New scent glands were producing musk, his ears twitched at the sounds around him, even his eyes had lost some of their human vitality – at least for the moment.

Without realizing why, Zeke lifted his head skyward and let out a mating call – the sort of call he'd studied, the sort of call that stags made. Zeke felt his huge balls tighten and churn before hot, sticky, thick deer cum shot into Riley's hungry, plump, seductive ass. Zeke came for what seemed like minutes before finally he started to weaken, leaning back onto the rock he had started. Riley wriggled back, sitting on Zeke's lap.

With the dexterity only a satyr could have, Riley turned around on Zeke's cock, lifting a leg over him before turning to face him. He straddled either side of Zeke's hops and looked at him. Zeke had taken on all the best qualities of the deer; the fur, the antlers, the strength. But he also had his human proportions, anthropomorphizing the existence of Riley's ancestor species. Riley reached up and stroked the long goatee that hung down from the stag's beard, causing him to shudder and cum a little more.

"Stay with me." Riley whispered.

"Do I have a choice?" Zeke asked. Riley smirked and nodded.

"You do… I'm sure that any satyr would love to have a stag as handsome and strong as you, but I was kind of hoping you'd stay with me in particular." Riley said.

"You're serious?" Zeke grinned, "Stay with the most handsome satyr I've ever met, in the most wonderful woods I've ever visited, living a life of… what?" Zeke asked.

"Foraging, fucking, feasting… Maybe not in that order." Riley said. Zeke grinned and nodded, leaning in to kiss Riley on the lips. The satyr moaned and murmured, loving the feel of Zeke's fuzzy beard and his animalistic muzzle. He really was quite the catch.

The two embraced for some time before moving off, hand in hand, ducking down below the branches so their antlers wouldn't catch on anything. The night came, then another day. The fall crept along, then winter, and another spring. It was almost two years until friends of Zeke's found his old truck that deep in the woods, rusted and weathered, covered in ivy. The mystery had raged, everyone coming up with their own idea of what had happened in the South Woods to one of the town's best hunters.

Some said he'd befallen a terrible accident, others said he'd snapped and decided to live off the grid, but those that found his truck and those that were friends of the forest started to realize that he had taken a different path… one that welcomed nature and embraced it, and embraced them in turn. Two more trucks joined Zeke's, the paint fading as the weather washed over them day by day and season by season, but as far as Zeke and Riley were concerned, the more that came down their nature trail, the merrier.