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James and the professor waited until the very last student had left the classroom before Sanders made his way over to the door and locked it behind them.

"So, would you mind telling me just how long you have been a satyr?" was the first thing he asked.

James froze, he had not expected to be found out so quickly and by a teacher no less. Was he going to report him? Tell the PTA? Gods if he somehow got Alex involved as well, things would turn into a shitstorm extremely fast.

"I don't know what you mean." Was the first response he could think of.

Professor Sanders let out a chuckle before he turned to face him, his massive equine bulk forcing him to take a few moments longer than a human could. But that caused the build up to him looming over him, easily twice his height and three times his weight all the more terrifying.

"Students just don't start sprouting ram horns in the middle of a lecture for no reason Mr Daniels." He responded in his deep baritone voice.

James felt his body tense. There was not much he could say to respond to that. Maybe he could say it was a trick of the light? Or maybe somehow pin it on the teacher and say he was just distracted by the lecture and was seeing things? Teachers did work long and hard hours after all, maybe he might believe that he was a bit sleep deprived. His brain was then abuzz with attempts of making excuses running through his mind, but in his distracted state he neglected to notice Professor Sanders as he gently placed a massive hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." He said.

James felt his body tense again out of shock, but then he felt somewhat...relieved. If not a bit confused.

"Why?" was all he was able to ask as Sanders made his way back to his desk and laid down on a cushion the size of mattress that kept his body from resting on the hard linoleum floor.

"You're not the only boy to do something that many might be considered reckless or stupid by their peers or family. Hell, you're not even the only one in your class that hasn't done something similar."

Sanders sudden swearing caught him off guard. The centaur had always been professional and carried a sense of authority wherever he went. He had even never heard him call any of his students or even any of the other teachers by their first name before.

"I will say though that I'm surprised. Not only over the fact that you chose to become a casual but a satyr no less. I will admit I do feel a sort of kinship with your species due to it being part of the same cosmology; but choosing to do it at your age might be a bit risky. Your body is already full of hormones and impulses that may make you choose to experiment with people your age. But becoming a satyr had to bring those urges to a boiling point. And I'm sure you are aware of the risks that come with that aren't you Mr Daniels?"

James nodded and approached his teachers' desk.

"Yes, I know how becoming a full-timer for a satyr works and I knew that before I had committed to it."

Professor Sanders expression seemed to relax, and he nodded sagely.

"That's good, I was not looking forward to talking about the ritual involved with a student during school hours."

"I'm sure people figured that out after enough people accidentally turned themselves after a while though." James responded.

Sanders let out a chuckle at that last remark before he reached towards his desk and grabbed a nearby notebook. He quickly grabbed a pen and scribbled something down for a moment before folding it closed and setting it aside.

"Thankfully, Pan was actually very forthcoming with that information when he first decided to "bless" humanity with the ability to become satyrs. Chiron was a little less clear with his message, only claiming to "seek the wisdom of the stars" if one wanted to become a centaur like him. Although I feel as though Pan may have played a part in how the ritual is completed."

James then remembered one of the professor's recent lectures and how many of the now commonplace mythical species came into being. He remembered the basics of what he had said about satyrs at the time when he was explaining it because of Alex, but most of the class was too busy snickering once he had finished. Centaurs he remembered even less about, although he knew that it involved something to do with stargazing. Which was a common hobby all the way out here in the desert. Little light pollution lead to some incredibly beautiful sights on nights when the skies were clear.

"Anyway, you did never answer my question. How long have you been a satyr?" the professor inquired.

"Just a day, I turned yesterday." He responded.

Professor Sanders let out a thoughtful him, as he fidgeted with the pen in his hands before he set it back down onto his desk.

"In all honesty, I would have recommended you take the week off until your body got used to everything. I have met quite a few satyrs in my time and all of them told me that the first week is hardest to keep yourself from just going all the way and turning full-time."

James's eyes went wide, and he cursed to himself. He certainly did not expect this to last for a full week and Kybal certainly had not told him otherwise. Perhaps the satyr trusted him a bit TOO much, or it had been so long sense he had changed that he had forgotten what it was like to have a hair trigger that could set him off at the slightest stimulation. He started to doubt that maybe he should have saved something like this for the summer break when he didn't have class, or at least until he had a long weekend.

"Still, I am proud of you being so diligent in your studies. I know when I first changed that it was hard getting used to being so big and I had not quite gotten used to not changing back and forth yet. I had a hamper full of destroyed clothing to prove it when I was about your age..."

Sanders then looked off for a moment, smiling softly as he was lost in thought before his expression changed and he snapped himself back into the moment.

"Regardless, I do want you to understand the risk you have put yourself into. Becoming a full-timer is a big commitment that there is no going back from. And satyrs both have it easy, yet also very hard in how they manage that. I am willing to help you somewhat in that regard however, although only if you keep up with your studies and continue to do well in my class."

James tilted his head curiously as he approached the centaur's desk as he started to rub his chin in thought.

"Let's see...hopscotch? No too obvious...mayday? No that would cause the students to panic...maybe..." Professor Sanders muttered to himself.

James stood there quietly as the Centaur seemed to be talking complete nonsense. He could hear the growing crowd of people outside the centaur's classroom, rumbling with the questions of why he had not opened the door yet and if they were going to have class at all. A few more seconds went by with his teacher still lost in thought until finally James spoke up.

"Sir?"

Professor Sanders seemed stunned for a moment, blinking a few times before turning back towards James.

"Oh? Yes! Sorry I get lost in my own thoughts sometimes. I was trying to think of a codeword we could use that wouldn't seem too conspicuous..."

"For what?" James questioned.

Professor Sanders smiled and grabbed his notebook once more. He quickly took out his pen, scribbled something on a piece of paper and tore it out before handing it to James.

"Why to let you get out of class for a moment to "relive" yourself if you needed to. I cannot just keep letting you go on bathroom breaks every day at the same time on the dot. People would notice! No, I would think that maybe if we use a codeword I can send you on some fool's errand that would buy you enough time to unwind. Although I ask that you not abuse the privilege."

James paused, taking in what he said and realized it wasn't that bad of an idea. If he kept saying he needed to use the bathroom all the time people might start thinking something was wrong with him. It even covered Sanders ass by making it seem like he was just using him as a "helper" rather than giving him special treatment. Still he did not know why he had given him a piece of paper though...

He turned the note over in his hand, regarding the centaur's signature along with the words "hall pass" written in the middle of the page. The paper however also was on a special type of custom stationary, that had his name and contact details written at the top.

"Although we live in modern times, I suppose you can always send me an email or a text if you need an excuse to go out. But I will not always allow it if we are in the middle of an important part of the lecture or a test. Ill also only give you about ten minutes for each of these little "breaks" but I'm sure you can sort yourself out in that time."

Professor Sanders ended his sentence with a coy wink.

James nodded and folded up the paper, putting it into his back pocket for safe keeping.

"Thank you, sir, I won't do it unless I absolutely have to. I need to get better at this after all don't I?" James responded with a somewhat shaky smile.

Sanders nodded approvingly and outstretched his hand.

"It's a deal then. Although I do ask for one thing in return."

"What's that?" James asked before he accepted.

Sanders chuckled as he adjusted his glasses, smiling an almost sinister grin.

"I have a son you know, graduated a few years before you. I ask that you give me and him a hand with something in approximately four weeks from now weather permitting."

"With what?" James questioned again.

"That's not something I am at liberty to discuss with my students during school hours. I'll give you more details when we get closer to the date. So, is that acceptable?"

Professor Sanders held out his hand in the air once more, almost impatiently.

James shrugged, not seeing that much of a downside as he took the centaurs hand and shook it, with Sanders hand almost completely covering his.

"As long as we aren't burying a body or robbing a drug store, then we have a deal."

Sanders nodded, his face keeping a somewhat unsettling smile.

"Don't worry, it won't be anything illegal if you're worried about that. But still, we need the help nonetheless."

The centaur then slowly got up from his desk, trotting his way over to the door but standing aside to let James past. James followed shortly after, waiting for Sanders to unlock the door and push the wooden gateway open.

"Please contact me if you are in need of any extra information or counselling on being a casual or any other relevant subject." Sanders said before opening the door

James looked up and saw that Sanders had put his "teaching face" back on. As stern but welcoming as always. He nodded and thanked him as he walked back outside, the crowd of his next period of students parting the way as he made his way out. Some part of him was a little un-nerved about his teachers strange request, but if he had him on his side rather than ratting him out he felt like he had walked away easily from what could have been a bad situation. Still, the cryptic nature of his request still bothered him, and he could not help but wonder just what he was going to have him to. He did not know much about him or his interests, and he definitely didn't know about his life outside school so that he could make an assumption. The only thing he did know though was this.

The pouch that held his bulge in check looked a bit bigger than it normally did...

Lunch

After his chat with Sanders James had made his way to his locker just as the final bell had rung. Hastily putting his history books into his locker and tearing off Sanders contact information from the hall pass, he grabbed his math books and notebooks before slamming the door shut. He then made his way down the winding empty hallways of the school. It was eerily quiet, with only a handful of stray students lingering in the hallways while administrators patrolled the area or went from one room to the next. Thankfully, no one approached him as he walked, and he made his way to his next class with no delays. As he stepped inside the room, he caught his teacher Mrs. Clara just as she was beginning her lecture. She shot him an annoyed glare for interrupting her mid-sentence before he reached into his pocket and pulled out the hall pass that Sanders had given him. She briefly looked it over in her hands before nodding and placing the note in her own pocket before getting right back to where she had left off.

James then made his way to his normal desk, in history he always lingered in the back so that he wouldn't be noticed if he dozed off, but math was something he excelled in and something he actually wanted to pay attention to. Mrs. Clara was thankfully a good teacher as well, although she would go a little fast at times and had to stop for other students who did not quite understand the formulae. But James was a quick study, hastily writing down notes and examples so that he could commit them to memory. Today's subject was algebra and although some may be confused by some of the more complicated examples, James saw them as a puzzle to be solved and he was driven to find the answers.

As he worked through the notes and examples, he could not help but have his mind wander to what his life would be like now that he had been a satyr. Would he eventually turn back once he was sure that Alex was stable? Although there was no guarantee how long that would take. Plus, there was no telling what would happen if he did at some point decide to go full-time. He had no intentions of making that jump himself, but he had to admit, even with the outbursts of his hormones he had been enjoying it so far. Sure, being uncomfortable in clothes was a bit of a hinderance but he could suffer through it. He was in the best shape of his life, and even from the moment he had woken up he had never felt so full of energy. Maybe becoming a "Satyr Scientist" would not be all bad, and it did have quite the ring to it. Still he would not know if he would ever be able to focus on one project for a long enough time to get any significant work done before his own needs started to distract him too much. Although maybe if he had a few interns to help him while he worked in the lab or in his office he could focus while they had their lips around his dick...

James immediately caught himself just as his mind started to go into a lewder area, pulling back the strap of his wristband and snapping it against his wrist. He flinched slightly at the sudden pain, but his mind was brought back to the task at hand. Gripping his pen in hand a little tighter he went right back to work, filling his thoughts with numbers and variables to push out any of the remaining fantasies he had nagging him in the back of his mind.

Thankfully though due to Mrs. Clara's "accelerated" lecture style, she quickly finished and gave out the assignments to the class. That meant that everyone could get to work on their homework right away or go up to her and ask her any questions that they might have. Today's subject had been an easy one even with his brief distraction, so James got right to work. Soon he was breezing through problem after problem, only having to stop to pull out his calculator to help him with a few more complex equations.

Eventually he was able to finish, although he kept finding himself tugging and pulling at his uniform in an attempt to get comfortable. Maybe he should do some shopping soon for some looser clothes, or at least something in a bigger size. With only 5 minutes left in class and nothing to do, he found himself idly looking down at his arms and chest, which strained underneath his tightly fitting clothes. He wasn't anything like a jock or anything special, but he definitely looked and felt bigger. He even felt a little stronger as well, with his backpack feeling much lighter when he came in that morning and his textbooks feeling much more manageable. He did have gym next period as well...something he was not looking forward to in his current state. But maybe he could see just how far he could push himself with his changed physique. Maybe then with some hard work and effort he might be able to one day wear these clothes and flex hard enough to burst right through them.

Before his mind could wander once more, the bell had rung, knocking him out of his fantasies once again. This time though he felt a pang of annoyance, as if part of him was getting tired of getting pushed down below the surface over and over again. It was almost like a case of blue balls in a way, where he was getting closer and closer to a release before it was denied again.

As he gathered up his things and went out the door, he began to wonder if that's how Alex had felt every day. A faint sense of appreciation then filled him as he suddenly realized he was starting to feel just like his friend did. A bit like a caged beast in a sense, but also someone who wanted to feel comfortable in their own skin. Now he could really feel why it was that Alex changed almost the very first instant he could when he got to his house. Something which he personally couldn't wait to do himself.

"Hey man!"

"Speaking of..." James thought to himself.

Alex came bounding over to him from down the hall as he walked towards his locker. It was lunch period so they had always eaten together, although that meant that the hallways where horribly crowded with most of their school gathering into small groups and making plans on if they would be eating on or off the campus that day in their brief hour of freedom.

"Hey man, how was Art class?" James responded.

"Eh, so/so. I was working on a clay project, but it kept being too fussy. I'm thinking maybe I should have chosen painting as my final and joined up with some of the other guys. Although I think anything, I could paint would just end up looking like a finger-painted nightmare."

"Look at it this way, you could just start throwing paint cans at the canvas say it's a homage to Jackson Pollock." James said, flexing what little art history knowledge he knew about.

"Jackson who?" Alex responded with a confused look.

James sighed and smiled, placing a hand on his friend's broad back.

"Basically, he was famous for abstract paintings where it looked like he flung his brush against the canvas a bunch. Although apparently there was a lot of hard work, effort and trial and error to get them looking like the million-dollar paintings they are."

"Ohhhh...kinda like what I did when I was laying on your bed that one time when I- "

James gave his friend a playful shove before he could finish, making Alex laugh in response before sticking his tongue out lewdly.

"I would hardly call whatever you did "art"". James answered back.

"What's the old saying? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder?" Alex jabbed back with a grin as he led the way to their lockers.

James just rolled his eyes and let out a sigh, but he was still smiling, nonetheless. He remembered just what Alex had done and how long it had taken to clean up after a big mess like that. The thing though was, Alex was proud of what he had done, even asking him to take a picture for his own depraved reference. James had refused at the time, so Alex was forced to take a selfie. But as he thought back to that day now, James began to wonder just how much they could cover him now that he was packing a satyr's potency as well.

The two of them then made their way to their lockers, storing their school supplies for now before they made their way down to the school's cafeteria. With nether of them owning a car of their own, leaving campus for a bite was out of the question. Bringing lunch from home had always been an option as well true, but it was a habit neither of them could stick to. So, they were forced to consume whatever greasy concoction their school passed as "food" until they could both get home and have a proper bite to eat. Getting in line the same things filled the normal buffet styled line, pizza, burgers, and a strange looking pasta dish that seemed completely untouched save for those who were brave enough. Being a bigger guy Alex grabbed a few slices of pizza as well as some fruit to at least give him a somewhat rounded meal. James on the other hand didn't see anything particularly appetizing and just went for a pre-packaged sandwich and a drink. The two then paid their way through the line and made their way to their usual spot, a table set aside far enough from the normal school cliques but not so far that they looked like social outcasts.

There had been a time that when Alex had been on the soccer team back in middle school that he had ate lunch with him there. But the jock mentality was something he could never wrap his head around and guys like that could always smell weakness in the ranks. Thankfully, they were never mean to him with Alex around, but they didn't exactly make him feel welcome either.

"So, were you able to make it through Sanders class without falling asleep this time?" Alex said as they sat down, already helping himself to a bite of an apple he had gotten.

"Eh, somewhat. He was going on about ancient Greek history and stuff and how a lot of different casual "species" started there. Apparently, people who wanted to be centaurs had to figure out some kind of weird riddle. Satyrs on the other hand where pretty upfront though. Apparently Pan just let someone "taste his seed" right in the middle of town square and BAM! Satyr." James said before taking a sip of his drink.

"Yea, satyrs where pretty popular back then and still kinda are now." Alex said through a mouthful of fruit. He quickly swallowed though and then continued.

"Although I wonder what the deal is with this town and them though? Kybal told me he keeps getting funny looks when he is out with his boyfriend." Alex said, taking another bite.

"I dunno, rumour has it that the guy who made the rune was a satyr, or the guy who built his house and fucked everything up was a satyr. It's like how all old rumours start, a case of he said, she said." James said casually as he fumbled with the plastic wrapping around his sandwich.

"Man, that's such bullshit, if that kinda crap didn't happen, I bet my rents wouldn't be so on my case about it. Hell, I bet I could have even been able to come to school changed and no one would have batted an eye." Alex said with an annoyed grumble, forgoing his apple and moving on and taking a big bite of pizza.

James, having finally freed his sandwich, then took a moment to look around the area. Generally speaking, there wasn't a "rule" against casuals at school as long as it didn't interfere with anyone studying. Some people actually came to school as their alternate form, although generally they were a bit of the social outcasts. These people would be changing their form almost every new week as a sort of fashion statement of sorts. Full-timers however were completely non-existent except for a few teachers and staff. And there was a public ruling in the high school sports leagues that casuals could not play in the professional circuit due to some of their traits carrying over even in their human forms. It was an "unfair advantage" that was hotly debated in the sports world, but he didn't really keep up with that.

But that meant when the jocks and cheerleaders could not change, a bit of a stigma had arisen towards those who had, and it was especially harsh to those who went about flaunting it out in the open.

"You wouldn't be able to come to school anyway if you could change. If someone could somehow manage to get your mind off your dick for more than a few minutes, they would never be able to get you to wear pants." James said as he brought his attention back to Alex.

Alex let out a muffled laugh, with his mouth still full of food. He took a few more seconds to finish chewing and swallowing but then turned towards James and looked at his right in the eye.

"That's the problem man, too many old rules and prejudices. I say someday people should be free to walk around in as much or as little clothing as they like. Free the meat!"

James shot his friend a classic "really?" look to his friend, but he couldn't help but smile.

"You're a visionary you know that?"

Alex grinned and beat his chest proudly.

"I think I could use that as my campaign slogan."

James let out a single laugh before taking a bite from his sandwich. Alex started to ramble on about the benefits of less clothing and how it could solve completely unrelated issues like climate change and future wars. He listened on for a few minutes, working his way through his lunch and commenting on whenever he had said something particularly striking.

"...and you know they say a lot of conflicts and depression stem from poor body image, and if everyone goes naked then everyone would be more willing to work out, which also would lead to less cases of obesity and!-"

James then raised a hand to silence his friend, pausing for dramatic effect to chug down the rest of his drink.

"Alright I get it, you wanna be a nudist that's fine. But you better write this shit down in your ever-growing list of crazy before you forget it all again."

Alex's eyes lit up and he nodded, reaching into his pocket, and pulling out his phone before furiously typing away at his keyboard before he could forget anything he had said. James could only laugh, watching the actual excitement in his eyes as he scanned down everything he was writing again and again, committing it to memory before he forgot it during his next epiphany. Alex had always been a bit of a dreamer, asking questions and coming up with half-brained schemes that ranged from get-rich quick schemes to videogame ideas and plans for world peace. Thankfully, he was practical, and once the initial excitement wore off, he would go back and refine his ideas or outright scrap them for being unrealistic or just plain stupid. Still it was one of the many reasons he was his best friend, he may seem a bit weird at times but that just added to his overall appeal. You could never say you were bored when you were hanging out with Alex Mercer.

"Oh shit, I forgot about this..." Alex suddenly muttered as he stared at his phone intently.

James turned his head and scooted over slightly to see just what Alex was looking at when suddenly he caught a glimpse of a list that had a few different names of animal species.

"What's that?" James asked curiously.

Alex then turned towards him, a dirty look in his eye and a mischievous grin on his lips.

"It's a list of the different types of dicks I wanna try someday."

James flinched, his groin stirred, and his attention now suddenly completely focused on Alex's phone. As Alex scrolled down the list a few examples of just what he was talking about flashed by, with strange and different sized male members on full display and in striking detail.

"Y...you shouldn't be looking at porn on your phone at school man, you will get in trouble." James said, his voice breaking slightly as he could feel the urges, he had been suppressing all morning come rushing back.

"Nah its ok, we are far enough back that no one can see us." Alex said casually, scrolling up and down the list and licking his lips as he took in the sights of his porn collection.

"Did you know that people with canine forms will have something called a "knot" at the base of their cock that is supposed to tie the two people together once the guy cums? Or that dragons have these weird ridges on their dicks like mine when I'm changed?" Alex stated casually.

"I.... I didn't..." Was all that James was able to stammer out as a response.

Alex did not seem to be listening to him, his attention too drawn to his phones as he looked at dicks of all shapes and sizes.

"I gotta say though I think mine is my favourite, Satyrs normally have pretty human looking dicks but sometimes they can get horse, deer and of course goat shaped ones. But I suppose if there is one that I am a little jealous of is that snakes and sharks have this thing called a hemi-penis. Which means they have two dicks! Lucky bastards..." Alex said with a sigh as he kept scrolling.

James however was having trouble breathing, his heart was racing in his chest and his dick was rock hard. He had already tried slapping the wristband against his wrist but the urges where just not going away. Every fibre of his being was crying out for release and a perverted hunger filled him as he felt the need to suck a dick, Any dick. Alex's was right there too. It was so close, so big, and it would even get bigger the more he would play with it...

James bit his lip, feeling the nubs of his horns already starting to poke through his scalp even as he repeated a mantra of "stay human" over and over in his head that was being drowned out by a hormonal chorus that cried out for him to change. To let go, to be free, to cum and taste cum like the sex driven animal he was.

"I...I.... I need to use the bathroom! Bad sandwich!" James was able to blurt out before he got up from the table and started power walking across the cafeteria.

Alex shouted something in surprise as he left but he didn't hear it. He just walked at a hurried pace, weaving past anyone in his path before he made it back into the hallways. He glanced left and right, every path was full of students milling about and there would no where to hide. He then went off into a random direction, using all his willpower to keep it together even as his body changed at a snail's pace. He could start to feel his tail pushing against the back of his pants and his legs felt very warm and somewhat itchy. He needed somewhere quiet and out of the way, somewhere he would not be disturbed, and he could rub one out before he changed right there in the middle of the hallway.

But then, just as he rounded another corner in search of an empty area near a bathroom, he spotted a group of the swim team. Their shaven heads glinted in the bright fluorescent light as they walked practically in formation, causing anyone in their path to stand aside before they charged right through them.

It was then it hit him. The school pool was only ever in use after classes where done...and they had to have a bathroom there!

Turning around James made his way to the other side of the school where the gym was. The hallways where still full and he was still struggling with his changes, but he did his best to not stand out in the crowd. He could feel his feet start to cramp and he could hardly keep his horns in check so that they didn't spring out of his skull like a jack in the box. Eventually though he made it to the gym, which was surprisingly empty, and he took the side entrance towards the pool.

Just like he had thought, the area was empty. Thankfully the bleachers in the room blocked the path from the halls so no one would see him, and he broke out into a run, making his way to the boy's bathroom that sat right next to the locker-room entrance.

The moment he stepped inside, he paused, listening for any kind of sounds or any movements inside. Unlike most of the bathrooms this one was fairly clean, probably due to most of the swim team opting to use the ones in the locker room instead. Although the smell of chlorine did linger in the air, but that was inescapable in this building. He quickly made his way from stall to stall, peeking into the opened doors for any signs of recent activity before he made his way to the handy capped stall at the far end.

With the coast clear he went inside and locked the door, letting out a sigh of relief before he suddenly started to feel how his clothes felt even tighter than they had been all day. In a flurry he then tore off his belt and shirt, tossing them aside to let his crest of golden chest hair free before he peeled off his pants just in time to see the fur as it covered his legs. James let out an audible sigh of pleasure as he suddenly felt so relieved and no longer cramped, pulling off his underwear and brushing against his tail before and kicking off his shoes that had been filled with hooves at one point during his escape.

His body never felt so right before, it was like someone had been squeezing him all day, not enough to make it hurt but enough so that he could never truly be at ease. But now that he was finally free of his clothes, he could finally let loose on something that he had been bottling up all morning. Letting out another sigh, he finally stopped resisting and the changes flared up in an instant. His horns grew out long and proud, and his legs shifted at such a speed that he hardly felt any disorientation. Then finally came his dick, which had already started to change, but now with nothing holding it back it grew tall and proud back to its foot and a half long length.

"Baaaa..." James bleated as he turned back into a satyr, feeling an almost intoxicating level of relaxation that was only matched by the growing need he felt from his massive equine cock.

James looked around once more, stopping and listening to the empty stillness of the room before he smiled and turned his attention to his cock. He knew that he would not have much time to enjoy this and he should not make a habit of it either. But Alex looking at porn right in front of him was the spark that lit the powder keg, and he needed to get off before it drove him insane.

Taking both hands, he took his dick and started rubbing, letting out a soft moan he did his best to muffle as he aimed over the toilet bowl. His cock was already leaking through his boxer briefs and now with it being let loose that flow only increased. The flared tip was practically dripping into the bowl, and although he was a bit lost in the moment, he did try his best to aim it so that he did not have to clean up a big mess. Still, the freedom and potential release was like a huge weight off his shoulders. Plus, there was some part of him that was turned on by the whole act. What if someone walked in? What if someone tried to come into the stall? Thoughts like those both terrified and excited him, driving his passions on even harder as he stroked with a frenzy as he tried his best to milk his cock as fast as he could.

*Splat!*

James paused, looking down at his dick with a bit of confusion. He had not cum yet, so what was that weird wet sou-

*Splat! Splat! Splat!*

James then suddenly realized something, that sound was not coming from him...they were wet footsteps!

Part of his lust addled brain wanted him to let out a moan as a form of invitation to the stranger, but he kept his mouth shut, quieting his breath as he stood there and listened.

The sound of the wet footsteps as they echoed through the bathroom was almost deafening to James. He could hear them coming closer to him, making their way all the way over until he saw a pair of bare tanned feet walk their way into the stall next to him. His heart seized in his chest, although his cock could not stop leaking. He reasoned that as long as he stayed quiet, whoever it was would just finish their business and leave and he could get back to what he was doing.

But then, suddenly, he saw one of the bare feet he had seen make their way into HIS side of the stall.

*Tap, Tap Tap*

James froze, he didn't know what to do. Was this some kind of secret message? One that the jocks used to communicate with each other. Oh god, what if he did not respond? Would he come breaking into the stall, witness his depravity and then run off to tell the entire school?

*Tap, Tap Tap*

James had to keep himself from letting out a frightened yelp. He knew he couldn't just stand there and do nothing. Clearly the other person was waiting for a response, but he didn't know what to do. So, he just went with the first thing that came to his mind and stretched one of his legs over and tapped the floor twice with his hoof.

*Tap tap*

James then heard something that sounded like a gruff chuckle before the sound of something on their shared wall started to make a scraping sound. Looking around for the source James spotted a large hole that had been cut into the wooden frame. It was big, and it had something that looked like a wine bottle opener of sorts stuck into the centre. But before he could examine it any further, the circle disappeared, and an opening was made between the wall.

James sized up, was he going to look in on him?

But then, suddenly he heard another wet sounding "splat" and he looked down at his hooves. Down in the other stall was now discarded and freshly used bright red speedo, emblazoned with the school's insignia.

James turned his attention back to the hole just in time to see a human shaped dick make its way through the entrance. It was a decent size, probably at least seven inches and already hard. It was also completely hairless as well. James felt his mouth water as the temptation was placed right in his face. But then the stranger's manhood began to undergo a strange change.

Before the skin had been a darker tan color, with a thick vein running down the side. But it quickly turned a pale pink and started growing at a rapid pace. Just like when he had seen himself change the strangers dick grew longer and thicker in a matter of moments until it was nearly twice the size that it had been before. But then, something strange happened. His skin around the stranger's crotch suddenly turned a pale white and his balls appeared to be receding into his body. But his cock was still there, standing tall and proud as a twelve-inch monster of a dick that was almost as thick as his own equine meat. Then, probably one of the most bizarre things James had ever seen occurred as he watched a seam form on the mans towering cock. The seam started from the bottom where the shaft seemed to disappear into a strange slit where he had seen his balls vanish into. As the seam travelled upwards the man's cock took on a more pointed appearance, with the mushroom shaped tip narrowing out into a thick point that looked like a spear. Then, with a strange twitch his cock split in two, giving him two equally long, although slightly less thick dicks in place of his big one.

Then, there was nothing but silence. James stood there, completely speechless but harder than he had ever been in his entire life. Some part of him wanted to make a comment or maybe excuse himself from the bathroom while apologising for the mix up. But he didn't even get that far as he got onto his knees, scooted towards the strangely shaped dick, and took one of the shafts into his mouth.

The taste was strange, he had not exactly had that many cocks in his mouth before he had turned into a satyr but even, he realized that this was a unique experience. He barely had any smell to him other than the scent of chlorine that had stuck to his body from the pool. His cock was also completely smooth, letting him lick the shaft up and down like a lollypop with no bumps or ridges for him to tease or explore. Scooting forward a bit more he tried to take the man's cock down to its base, finding the shaft surprisingly flexible even if it was completely hard. It was then he finally got his first taste of the man's pre; with the cock in his mouth squirting out a healthy dollop while his unattended member started leaking onto his shoulder. He tasted salty, much more than his own cum with an aftertaste that made James think of the ocean and surf. Almost like getting a light taste of fresh fish that had just been pulled from the ocean's depths.

He savoured the first dick for a few more moments, taking in every inch he could and rubbing it at every angle all while the other shaft kept leaking onto his chest. Soon he started to feel like the dicks brother was being left out, so he gave the cock he had been worshiping one last lick before turning to swallow the other. The owner let out a moan from the other side of the wall once James switched members. The sound of creaking wood started to echo through the room and James felt it as the man thrust his hips towards him, feeding him more of his cock.

James was in a lust filled haze, his instincts somehow rewarding him for giving in to his urges as his cock shivered with pleasure that echoed all throughout his entire body. He could not help but savour each of the members as he took time with each, exploring the smooth surfaces and toying with the tip to grant himself another taste of the salty pre. And even throughout all this, with him entirely focused on worshiping the dual dicks before him his own thick shaft never stopped producing. Like a faucet the flared tip of his own dick had been drooling onto the floor, mixing with the water that the stranger had brought with him as he came into the bathroom. Soon a large pool began to form at both of their feet, with the liquid beginning to soak into James's fur and the other man's speedo.

Soon the young satyr then started to get into a feel for just what the other man wanted after sucking him off for a few minutes, giving just the right amount of pressure and teasing his cockhead in such a way that had him leaking almost as much as he was. But before one side would get to much attention, he would swap over to the other dick and start the process over again. Still he would not ignore the one he had just abandoned and took a free hand to keep rubbing the cock he had left behind. Soon he was passing from dick to dick like an expert, teasing and pleasing the other man who shook on the dividing wall every so often right before he would let out a pleased moan. As the two of them kept at it for another five minutes James started to feel the other man's thrusts become more desperate and hurried. He must have been doing a great job because he could practically feel that the man was getting close. Neither seemed too intent on stopping so soon, but time was not on either of their sides it seemed.

It was then that James felt something a little cold and wet on his own dick. It was a moment of discomfort for him on his part, but he then realized just what was happening. The man on the other side had taken one of his feet and started rubbing his own cock in a bizarre under-stall foot job. James moaned as the discomfort gave way to pleasure, with the man using his toes to somewhat kneed the flesh of his cock and stimulate the nerves. He started slowing at first, but once he had gotten a handle on the technique he was rubbing and teasing his equine meat like a pro. Soon he was rubbing a toe around the tip of his flared member before running his whole foot down the length of his shaft, slowly and sensually before moving his foot to a different side of the shaft and repeating the process again. This was definitely a first for James, but it was not an unwelcome feeling as he had been neglecting his own needy member almost the entire time. But as he felt the mans cocks throb in both his mouth and his hand, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer, and James was hell bent on tasting the mans cum.

Breaking apart from both dicks for a moment, James took both of his hands and grabbed hold of each shaft. He then pulled the two twin cocks together before he took them into his mouth.

The stranger clearly liked that as he felt his foot tense for a moment as he rubbed the length of his cock. A low growling moan started to echo through the bathroom as the stranger took his foot off James's cock and started thrusting harder and faster than ever before.

With both cocks in his mouth now, James was met with twice the normal flow of pre and he savoured every drop of it. Using his tongue, he passed from one shaft to the other, licking and wrapping around one shaft while the other was pleased due to its proximity. He started sucking a little stronger as well, doing his best to keep the mans dicks under control as they naturally tried to point in opposite directions while he tried to keep them together to give them equal attention.

But then, the stranger's thrusts started to slow down, and the low growling moans started to get louder and louder. Until finally James heard the man speak for the very first time in a deep, almost menacing sounding voice that he kept at a whisper.

"I'm gonna cum..."

James let out a muffled moan, refusing to part from the man's cocks as he deepthroated both in a response that told him that he was ready for anything. The man then gave the satyr a few more thrusts, letting out a few more moans until James heard him let out a muffled cry of pleasure just before he started shooting into his mouth.

Having two dicks shooting into your mouth at the same time would have been a challenge for most, but James had tasted and taken his own load before and this guy was no satyr. His mouth was filled as the second shot from the mans dual cannons let loose their payload, but by then he had already swallowed the first. The other man continued to fire off a few more shots, giving more than the average human but nowhere near a satyr's potency. Eventually then he came to a stop, with the stranger letting out heaving breaths of relief as he pulled back from James's mouth. James however held on a little longer, giving the mans cocks one final taste before they popped from his mouth, the two cocks covered with his saliva and a little bit of the mans remaining cum.

There where no further words exchanged as James leaned back, rubbing his stomach contently with one hand while he stroked his cock with the other. The other man then quietly pulled his members back into his stall and he saw a grey and white hand reach over and replace the cutting in the wall that he had removed earlier. James then looked down and watched the man's feet, which looked like a human but with pointed tips and webbing stretched between the toes that were covered in a shiny grey skin. Those toes quickly turned back into a human shape, regaining their old color, and turning back into a darker tan color. There were a few more grunting sounds coming from the other side right after that, but then James saw a hand reach down and grab the school issued speedo from the soaked floor. James kept watching, silently as his feet struggled for a moment and he heard a wet slap. The lock on the door next to him then clicked open and the satyr heard the same wet sounding footsteps as before, moving their way through the bathroom and becoming quieter and quieter until they finally faded away.

Finally, alone, James licked his lips and smiled. As he started committing the flavour of the man's cum to his memory, he started to feel his own needs rise. He was still in a lusty daze at this point and all rational and reasoning left his mind. Leaning back and pointing his cock directly at his chest, he let out a bleat as the tip of his member flared, shooting a thick gush of cum directly onto his chest. James just let himself bask in the feeling at this point, letting him coat his entire upper body in his own seed and spill it down onto the floor underneath him. Eventually though his own passions came to an end, and he had succeeded in almost completely covering his entire body and leaving an imprint of his body on the floor that was made from his own seed.

With his heart still racing, James reached down with a single finger and scooped up some of his own seed and bringing it to his lips, savouring the taste and swallowing it greedily. He then let out another soft bleat, his tail wiggling behind him as he basked in his afterglow and seriously began to consider just taking a nap right then and there on the bathroom floor...

*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!*

James flinched, the sound of school bell echoing throughout the bathroom bringing him back to reality. Blinking a few times and realizing what he had done, he felt his cheeks flush red with embarrassment. He had just blown a complete stranger in the bathroom! He never would have done something like that before!

Getting up onto his hooves, he grimaced as he felt the cum he had covered himself with drip down his torso.

"This is getting out of control..." he muttered to himself as he brushed aside some of the cum that had stuck to his chest and flung it onto the floor with the rest of his shame.

As he looked at himself and the floor, he realized he would need to clean this up before he went anywhere. Someone creaming the bathroom like this would be seen as a serious prank and there would be a witch hunt by the faculty to find out whoever had done it. The school also had cameras everywhere, so it would not be hard to find out it was him. Still, class would be starting soon but being late once would have to make up for not being suspended or having to pay some cleaner to scoop up his old spent cum.

As he reached over and grabbed as much toilet paper as he was able from the nearby roll he seriously began to contemplate going to a clinic and having the satyr urges flushed from his system. It had only been one day, and he had already cum on his bed, in his mouth, nearly twice in class, and now finally all over himself and the school's bathroom floor. Originally when he had come up with the idea, he had thought that it would be easy for him. He never was a horny guy in any sense of the word, and he had resisted Alex's come-ons and propositions for sex or just jerking off together for almost half a year now. He thought maybe just the first time would be bad and he would get a handle on things the next day. But after today and what Professor Sanders had told him earlier, he wasn't sure he would be able to keep this a secret. If he could not keep himself from turning into a sex addled loon like Kybal had warned, how could he ever help Alex?

Alex...

It was then he remembered something. Alex had seemed a bit strange right before he revealed the truth. But it wasn't anything that he didn't chalk up to stress or school nerves. He may have just been a bit oblivious, but Alex seemed to have a much better handle on his condition. Even if he was still a shameless pervert. Maybe it was just accepting that he was a slut now? Maybe holding himself back was what caused him to feel so pent up and finally caused him to explode like he did? A hundred different reasons ran through his head as he tried to come up with a reason or a method for how Alex never seemed to struggle with his urges and seemed to embrace them to a point where he had never seen him change in public before. As he cleaned up his mess from the floor, wasting an ungodly amount of toilet paper in the process, he realized that only Alex would be able to give him the answer as to how he did it. Which meant that he did not have time to try and make the big reveal some big special moment or somewhat romantic gesture.

He needed to tell him, tonight.

Later that day

The rocking and shaking of the old school bus was almost a welcome feeling for once in James's life. After cleaning up his little "mess" in the gym bathroom and having to explain himself to his final period teacher why he was so late he had spent the rest of the day thinking about what he was going to do. Some part of him felt like he should be ashamed or mortified over what he had done. Sure, he may have been bi but this was on an entirely different level.

But he didn't.

It might have had something to do with the fact of his new "condition" and also perhaps with one of the passing comments that Kybal had made to him right before he had asked him to change him. Satyrs were apparently more confident and comfortable in their own skin, a trait that was one of the passive benefits of being a casual. However, in the brief flash after he was knocked to his senses after having just covered himself in cum in the bathroom, he felt very human and very ashamed. But it was a fleeting moment, one born of panic and fear. Right after he had finished cleaning up and changed back that feeling didn't last and he felt normal, if not a little proud. And that was what bothered him.

He had been raised a certain way and he had never even considered doing something like what he had just done. But he did it, and in all honesty, it felt good, and it felt like something he would enjoy doing again. But he felt like he should feel bad, which was all the more frustrating. Why did he feel bad? Why did he feel good? Did he feel bad for acting like a slut? Or did he feel good about how it felt and the thrill and excitement of it all? He had never anticipated that being a satyr would ever be so complicated.

As the bus hit another bump James's attention was drawn back out into the semi-empty California desert. There was something somewhat soothing about watching the endless plains roll by, broken up only by the occasional gas station or an unusual cloud formation in the mountains that surrounded the town. It didn't help him feel any less conflicted, but it did help calm him down...a little.

"Hey bro, you feeling better?"

James felt a tap on his shoulder, and he turned around to see Alex, sitting in the seat across the isle from him. He was still dressed in his gym uniform like he always was after school. Fresh from working out with the school's weight club and running drills shouted at him by the coach he was still a little wet with sweat. The heat from the outside air and the baking bus didn't help to cool him down either and his shirt was still slightly damp and clinging to his chest. Giving James a noticeably clear outline of his friend's pectorals.

"Yea, I dunno man. I think I'm gonna avoid the cafeteria sandwiches for a bit. That thing hit me like a freight train." He responded with an exhausted sigh as he turned back to the window.

"Never trust non-homemade egg salad man. That's my rule." Alex said before giving his friend a comforting pat on the shoulder.

James chuckled softly in response, but his gaze was still out into the desert, watching the scenery roll by.

"You sure your still cool with me coming over and spending the night? If you're not feeling well I understand if your not feeling up to it." Alex asked.

James flinched slightly and sat up, turning back towards Alex.

"What? No! I'm fine now man, no worries no problems. Its all good." James responded as he waved his hand dismissively.

Suddenly then he felt a buzz in his pocket, and he reached for his phone. Opening the lock screen, he saw a text from his dad.

"Project manager called me and your mother off-site for the weekend. Sorry for the short notice, there's plenty of food in the fridge and we left you some food for some pizza. Stay out of trouble and be sure to do your homework. Love you."

James read and re-read the message over a few times. He could not help but chuckle to himself at the irony of it all. It would seem that he and Alex would have all the privacy they would need to work things out. Which if things played out the way he was thinking they might, they would definitely need plenty of "alone time".

"Hey bro, get this. My rents are actually out for the weekend too." James said as he flipped his phone over in his hand to show Alex his screen.

Alex didn't take the time to read the message but his face lit-up all the same.

"Awesome! Means I don't gotta worry about spooking your mom ha!" Alex said with a bright grin.

James smiled as he put his phone into his pocket. Alex seemed definitely eager at the prospect of having completely unsupervised time as a satyr over at his house. At most he only got a few hours on his regular visits to let loose and transform. He could get more time on the on the weekend when his parents were busy and neither was Kybal. But those days where once in a blue moon. This way he could practically stay in his preferred form for almost an entire day, a rare treat for him. Although the rational part of James's brain was going to need to make sure that they cleaned up after themselves so that they didn't trash the house. After all, just Alex alone could make a big mess. He couldn't even begin to imagine how much seed could be spilled with two satyrs in the same house.

James felt his dick twitch in his pants at that idea but it quickly settled down. After his bathroom escapade he felt as though his hormones where definitely more in check. It probably helped that he was also having a bit of a crisis of morals for the rest of the day as well. But even then he didn't feel the strange nagging feeling that had his mind wander off into detailed fantasies that would cause his body to unwittingly transform. He felt much calmer and more in control, even if his mind sometimes wandered to just what would happen that night with him and Alex.

As James continued to look outside the scenery suddenly began to look a bit more familiar. Like a strange scene transition the harsh and unforgiving desert was suddenly replaced with a lush and green field that rapidly turned into a modern-day suburbia. Familiar shops and stores started to pass them by on the road and James realized that his spot would be coming up soon. It still never failed to amaze him how magic could affect the very land to such a drastic degree. Although he did still have to deal with the scorching desert heat. Although that wasn't the case everywhere in town, in some areas the air itself felt much cooler, almost like it was air conditioned. Likely the remnants of the rune where the magic was still somewhat powerful. It had created quite the class system in the city though with the wealthy living in the areas that the rune had intended to provide to everyone in the city. Everyone else was stuck with the remnants or a half-finished version of it. Some of his classmates had even told him that out in their neighbourhoods the effects where the exact opposite from what he had grown up in. For them it looked like a harsh, unforgiving desert where nothing would grow, but the air felt cool and comfortable 24/7. A bizarre state if he had ever heard of one, but one of the first things you need to learn fast growing up in this town is that you should expect the unexpected.

Eventually the bus made its way to a little outside of their neighbourhood where it had picked them up that morning and came to a creaking halt. James and Alex then gathered their things and made their way out of the bus, with the door closing behind them right after their feet had hit the ground.

"Fucking hell, what I wouldn't pay to live in Breezeway or maybe even Oasis. I mean cleaning sand out of my clothes would have to be better than baking like this..." Alex complained, peeling off his shirt like he often did before they both continued their walk.

"Look at it this way, if you got sand in your fur you would never be able to get it out again." James said jokingly.

"I guess that's the one benefit of being a casual, easy clean-up." Alex responded, tucking his shirt into his pants as the two of them made their way to James's house.

Like always the two felt their steps slow down as the hot sun bore down onto the both of them. Alex was in much better shape than James both before and after he had changed, so he always walked slightly ahead. This gave James a clear view of Alex's back, and all the hard work he had put into it that semester.

Alex had quit sports early on in their time in high-school and he drifted from club to club trying to find a place for himself until he settled on weightlifting. Considering that he was also a satyr James had argued that it might be a bit risky being surrounded by sweaty muscular dudes for most of the day. But Alex had argued that as long as he kept his focus on the weights, he wouldn't embarrass himself. But then again, all that blood had to go somewhere...

The path they walked back home was a long, but familiar one, thankfully broken up by a few stray trees that gave them a brief moment of shade along with the occasional hedge wall or semi-active sprinkler system. Rounding the corner of the street they where on they made their way into the neighbourhood proper, a long and winding street lined with houses, cars and other decorations their owners had placed out in the yard. For a place out in the desert this neighbourhood really did seem like an oasis, but the heat would never let you believe that for long. Nearly every house and yard was filled with lush, vibrant greenery that both boys had learned could sprout up practically overnight. Even with the heat bearing down on everything even some of the more delicate flowers and plants could still thrive with little matinance.

Which made it odd why people still chose to water their plants. But both boys reasoned that if there was no real harm and they had a near limitless supply of it, there wouldn't be any issue keeping a sprinkler or two on.

A few minutes later the boys made their way to James's house. Just as he had expected his parents cars were absent, and the two of them made their way inside to the air conditioned comfort with no one to greet them.

"Mom? Dad? You home?" James cried out cautiously, setting his bag onto a nearby hanger while Alex did his normal ritual of kicking off his shoes lazily near the door.

There was no response, perfect.

James smiled, wondering just how he should break the news to Alex when he suddenly saw a pair of shorts thrown over his shoulder that landed right on the couch next to him.

James turned and looked at Alex, expecting to give him his usual disapproving stare but the moment he saw his friend he was at a complete loss for words and stuck with a blank expression. Knowing there would be no one to judge him, Alex had stripped down completely, his body still wet with sweat and his cock already starting to stiffen up.

"C-couldn't wait until we got upstairs huh?" James said somewhat nervously, trying his best to keep himself from staring at his best friends cock.

Alex shot James a big grin and instantly flexed, his body started to shake slightly as his satyr features quickly grew out across his entire form. His thick broad chest grew larger and stronger as the light coating of chest hair blossomed into a forest that spread all the way down his legs.

"I'm gonna milk this time for as much as its worth bro. Sorry." Alex said before grabbing hold of his hard human cock with both hands.

Alex let out a bleat, stroking his meat as it grew larger and longer in his grip while it turned from human to equine and began leaking a steady stream of precum down the length of his growing shaft. His balls where next as they grew to the size of kiwis before they where covered in the dark brown fur that had spread across most of his body. The twin orbs seemed to jostle in their sack as Alex worked his rod like he hadn't been able to touch himself in days, with him moaning and grunting like an animal while his legs started to shift.

"F...fuck...baaaaa...bro you might wanna get the bucket..." Alex moaned, his stance staggering as his legs began to shift.

James froze, the doubts he had over his own morals suddenly taking a backseat as his hormonal satyr urges took over. His mouth watered and his cock throbbed in his pants. He could feel a hunger in his belly that cried out to taste his friends seed and swallow every drop once he pleasured him enough to cum. A small part of him tried to resist as he took a step closer to Alex, feeling his own changes hit him as his tail began to sprout and his horns began to crown the top of his head. What little remained of his self control cried out to at least take it upstairs, or to at least cool down the burning fire in his chest that drove him to fuck his best friend. It tried everything, from logic to reasoning and even a bit of shame and fear to try and hold him back. But his drive was unmoving, un-yeilding as he neglected to even take off his own clothes while he changed. He could feel his chest growing broad and thick while his own golden fur spread across his entire body. He knew what he wanted, down at almost a primal level that he would not ignore any longer.

Fuck morals, fuck feeling bad, he wanted to suck Alex's dick.

Alex was still lost in his own world, nearly finished changing as he held his head back and let out another bleat as his feet changed into hooves and his tail sprouted from his backside. All that was left where his horns as they slowly grew into their spiral shape and framed his face with the twin bony rams horns.

"Fuck yeaaa...baaaa...im sorry bro but I cant hold back. We have all weekend and ...ahhh fuck...I can always clean up later." Alex said between moans, his cock throbbing with need as he quickly approached his climax.

But then, suddenly he felt another hand on his cock that sent a shiver down his spine, one that knocked him out of his fantasies and the high he got from transforming after a long day. That hand slowly rubbed up and down the length of his shaft, sending a new wave of pleasure down his foot-long member.

Confused and somewhat aroused, Alex assumed that maybe James was trying to get him to calm down long enough to take things upstairs. But as he opened his eyes and looked down he saw his best friend on his knees, with two spiral horns growing out of the top of his head just like his own.

"B...bro?"

James smiled and put a finger to his lips, hushing him before he took hold of Alex's cock and opened his mouth wide, taking in the flared tip of his cock along with a few inches for good measure.

Alex's entire body froze, he had a dozen questions and a million concerns. But right now all his body could think about was getting off, and with a warm, skilled mouth around his cock it got all the stimulation he needed.

"F...FUCK! FUCK! BAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" Alex cried out as his cock throbbed in James's waiting mouth.

James thought he would be ready for it, but the shock and pleasure that Alex seemed to be going through caught him off-guard. Kybal had a pretty impressive load when he had first tasted it, but Alex went off almost like a cannon. The sheer force alone nearly filled his mouth to bursting, and even then a little bit of his seed still spilled out from between his lips. James had to keep himself from gagging, something that he would have expect to be much harder had he still been human at the time. Thankfully Alex had a bit of a delay between shots and he was able to swallow down the bulk of his cum before his mouth was filled again. However just like any satyr he had plenty to give and he fed James his load over and over and over again.

James however was not going to break away from his friends dick, taking each shot in stride as he swallowed the thick, sweet tasting creamy load dutifully as it was forced into his mouth every few seconds. Eventually though, Alex's legs began to wobble and James felt the flood begin to abate. Eventually then, Alex fell down onto his ass with a thud, pulling his cock from James's mouth in the process.

The two sat there for a moment, with Alex leaning on the front door for support as he gasped for breath while his cock still leaked a small amount of his own seed onto the carpet. James however was still on his knees, fully transformed under his clothes and his own equine cock threatening to not only split his underwear down the middle but his pants as well. His needs had still not been met, but he would wait, looking at Alex with a coy smile as the bigger satyr caught his breath and was finally able to speak.

"I...wow...when did you...how did you...that was incredible...I cant even-"

James then interrupted Alex mid thought, leaning toward him and kissing him on the lips before moving in with his tongue, feeding Alex some of his own load just like Kybal had done to him. However unlike Kybal the two shared the kiss for a short time, their two tongues dancing in each others mouths before finally breaking apart.

James then stood up, stretching slightly before peeling off his clothes, setting them neatly to the side and placing his precum soaked underwear on top to prevent them from staining the couch.

Alex then slowly got up as well, his stance wavering for a moment before he walked up to his friend from behind and gave him a tight, caring hug.

"Why did you do this?" He whispered into his ear.

James only smiled and replied back.

"Because that's what friends are for."