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Thicker than Thieves 2 Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned and edited by MattCat

There were many hotels in the world ranging from the austere to the lavish, and the more lavish the hotel, the more lavish the guests. Some hotels had come to expect a certain reputation from their guests for wild living, whether they were rock stars or politicians or international businessmen. The pay was for privacy and star treatment and for Milo Bell that was no exception. His hotel room looked almost as if a cyclone had blown through it. Pieces of an Armani suit hung from the chandelier, a pile of champagne bottles rested off to one side of the room, furniture was over turned, the carpet was soggy and the stereo system flickered from having been overloaded.

"While detectives will not comment on the ongoing investigation, channel six has received word from those at the factory explaining the incredible difficulty in identifying a suspect - no fingerprints, no foot prints, and a most peculiar flaw in the video surveillance. Whoever the culprit is, it seems that this crime will be as difficult to solve as discovering high capacity ion cells in the first place. For channel six, I am Elijah Stone," the reporter on the television explained before the video feed switched back to the studio and the reporters went on to their next story.

A soft moan came from the bed where Milo Bell lay, deeply invested in a masturbation session... but he wasn't masturbating like any normal person. The young man's legs were spread out wide, coated in glossy black rubbery latex, bent and contoured like the digitigrade legs of a satyr. With each thrust of his hands, his hooves kicked in the air and his grapefruit-sized balls wobbled and rumbled, coated in the same shiny black... but even his goat legs were far from the strangest features of his body.

Milo worked both of his hands up and down a twenty-two inch long, five inch thick shiny black erection. The erection quivered and almost flexed with its own pulsing beat independent of Milo's heart. The thief drooled a little as he worked his rod, though it seemed he knew how to party in far more ways than one. Thick gold rings hung from his swollen nipples, a new tattoo ringed his muscled bicep, and the tie from his Armani suit was tied around his head like a head band, resting against the two thick black horns rising up from his head.

The thief's eyes were glazed with lust, his obedience to the symbiont on him growing more with each day. They had been together for almost four months and in that time, life had been great for both of them. Milo had been advancing through the Obsidian Thieves' Guild and Pan had been regaining strength for his own purposes. The two made a fantastic team and Pan felt he made a fantastic Milo. The short thief had grown a bit taller, more muscled, and most fun for Pan, more handsome.

With the ability to influence body hair growth at any rate or style, Milo had gone through about a dozen kinds of beard in four months. He currently sported a long braided goatee much like a pharaoh beard, though the brown in his hair had slowly darkened to a rich earthy black. Milo didn't mind at all, finding the change in his hair and eyebrows just one more way to distance himself from his earlier crimes.

"Oh come on, let me cum, please..." Milo begged.

'Not yet, I'm not done eating.' The voice in his head replied, suddenly filling Milo's mind with visions of those men they had brought to their knees in desperate need for his cock. Milo shuddered, his back arching as he felt his brain throb with orgasm, but the signal didn't seem to make it to his cock. It remained just as hard, just as aching, just as on the edge of climax. It was the ninth time Milo had gone to the edge and been yanked back in that particular wank session. The black symbiont seemed to ripple with strength, feeding on the chemicals in Milo's brain, though Milo felt almost like the pleasure was boiling his brain... and in a small way, he was right.

While Pan knew he could fry the brains of normal humans with mind blowing pleasure, the edging not only fed him, it brought Milo closer to him. It made the human wilder, less inhibited, and far hornier... All things Pan loved. In the back of Milo's brain he could tell vaguely that was happening, but he didn't mind. Pan had saved his life, advanced his career and given him mindless pleasure. If he had sold his soul, at least it was to the former Greek god of lust. Pan was pleased by Milo's thoughts and decided to reward him.

Milo was caught off guard as the orgasm started suddenly. His huge cock throbbed and pulsed before thick sheets of white sperm launched out of his cock, arching high through the air. The torrent hit the television and splattered off of the glass, raining down to the soggy carpet in thick torrents. Milo's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his brain nearly seized in pleasure. His body spasmed, his goat tail twitched and he continued to cum until, at last, he collapsed on the bed. Pan and Milo moaned simultaneously in joy, their bodies spent with sexual release. It was a very good kind of life.

Milo's eyes remained shut as he drifted toward sleep, nothing to do but enjoy the afterglow, at least that was what he had expected. A buzzing from the night stand proved otherwise. Milo groaned, reaching out to grab the phone. His black fingernails matched the sleek black phone as he unlocked the display. He had gotten a new text message, but when he tried to open it, a cipher key appeared. Milo typed in the cipher to start decrypting the message. It was from the guild. After a few moments the message was decoded, giving him a set of coordinates.

"I guess it's time to deliver the ion cells and get my next assignment." Milo said.

'You seem to have a memory of the meeting place...' Pan commented.

"I do?" Milo asked in surprise, cross checking the coordinates before his eyes widened, "I do... That's the city where I was recruited by an old friend. Wow, it's been a while since I saw Dust." Milo grinned, "I think we'll have to arrange a visit."

****

The growl of the motorcycle echoed up the street as Milo wove between the cars on the street. His nearly seamless black riding suit hugged his body so perfectly that every muscle could be seen, but the helmet was still the most impressive with its ram horns and rubber goatee. Milo squeezed past a bus and several envious high schoolers before he pulled up in front of a brick apartment building tucked behind a black wrought iron fence and small garden.

Milo stepped off the bike and removed his helmet, tucking it under his arm. He'd grown so much since Dustin had recruited him, in just about every way. In his first year with the guild they'd been like brothers, but work had sent him all over the place. Milo wanted to remedy that, among many other things. He moved up the steps to the apartment building, watching as one of the tenants left. He caught the outer door and held it open for the old man before he moved in, circling up the steps.

He reached the top floor and moved for the penthouse, the only room on the top floor. He knocked on the door, paused, and knocked a single additional time. There was a pause before the door was unlocked and opened. Standing on the other side was a twenty-nine year old man. His brown hair was shaved short and his jaw was rather square. He looked like a model farm boy that had gone to the city. Dustin looked out of the door at the black haired, black bearded, pierced man for a moment before everything clicked. The cheek bones, the eyes, the nose. His eyes widened.

"Milo?!" Dustin asked wide.

"Hey Dust." Milo replied. The man moved and wrapped Milo around with thick arms, lifting him off the ground in a bear hug. Milo yelped in surprise, unused to being manhandled since he had gained the symbiont, though in the back of his mind Pan purred.

'I like him. I want a taste...' Pan murmured.

'Not now.' Milo shot back in his mind.

"My god Milo, life's done something to you..." Dust said, pulling him in before shutting the door behind him, "What brings you to the neighborhood?"

"I've got a drop off point in town and I figured while I was here that we could catch up." Milo said. Dustin grinned at that, moving into the kitchen to open the fridge.

"Sounds great, do you want a beer bro?" Dustin asked.

"Hell yes." Milo growled, though it had been Pan responding through his lips. Milo grimaced a bit at that before he grinned. Dustin returned with two brown bottles of beer, handing one to Milo.

"I've been hearing bits and pieces about you..." Dustin said, glancing over at the helmet before looking back, "I hear they're calling you the satyr in the guild?"

"Well, I sort of started that. I make us look sexy after all." Milo replied, tipping back the beer to take a deep gulp. Pan moaned as the booze passed through Milo's system. Dustin chuckled at Milo's remark.

"While not the most safe to have a catch name as a thief, it is certainly styling and helps your reputation." Dustin said.

"Well nothing helped me like you. You trained me, got me started." Milo said.

"It's a dangerous life, but if you do it right, it certainly has rewards." Dustin said, taking a drag of his own drink, "Just don't let it consume you."

"I'll do my best." Milo replied, "But how about you? How are you doing?"

"Well my life isn't as interesting as yours is these days. I heard about the job in Milan, very nice... I've been kicking back here mostly, working on electronic funds transfer and digital data acquisition." Dustin replied.

"Must be nice to be able to relax like that." Milo said, gazing into Dustin's eyes. Dustin wasn't used to such an intense gaze, but as he looked into his friend's eyes he felt more relaxed than he ever had before.

"Well it means I can jerk off whenever I want." He said before blushing furiously, looking away, not sure why he had said that out loud. Milo grinned.

"Oh trust me, I find plenty of times to do it myself." Milo grinned.

"I see the nickname isn't just for your work." Dustin laughed.

"Oh hell no, I'm a party animal." Milo beamed. Dustin grinned at that.

"Well, that gives me a great idea. You and me, bar crawling or even hitting the club. Let's celebrate you visiting. Then you can crash here." Dustin said. Milo grinned, his abnormally sharp canine teeth glinting in the light.

"I can't think of anything I would like more." He purred, though once more it had been Pan's words through Milo's lips.

****

Dustin murmured groggily, bent over the bar a bit as he sipped water with lime. He'd never had so much to drink in his entire life. At first he hadn't been able to keep track, especially because Milo kept covering the bill but even with his booze addled mind, he started to put it together. Dust turned, looking at Milo bumping and grinding on the dance floor in a black rubber skin tight vest and pants. Milo truly had become a party animal and he had an infectious joy that made everyone around quite happy and quite... uninhibited.

They had gone to Dustin's favorite club, usually know for its vivacious ladies, but almost every woman in the club had left after their boyfriends lined up to dance with Milo. Soon the young thief had men of all types salivating over him, dancing all their dirtiest dance moves to try and impress them. Dust watched with a strange sort of envy he couldn't quite place. At first he was sure he was envious of Milo, but then that seemed strange considering he was straight... but the more he thought about it, the more he realized he was envious of the men throwing themselves at him.

Dustin sunk lower on his bar stool at that thought, knowing he was critically drunk. He gulped down some more of his water before the song switched up and several groans escaped the dance floor. Dust turned to see what had disappointed them so much, but it became clear that they were despondent that Milo had stopped dancing. Dustin watched Milo cross the floor over to him, his eyes widening as his friend moved to straddle him on the bar stool. Before he had time to react, his friend's legs were around his waist and their groins were touching.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away. I didn't mean to leave you alone that long." Milo said, tilting his head, "Is that a vodka twist?"

"No, it's a wah-ter twissst. I think you were trying to get me drunk off my gourd." Dust replied with a bit of a slur.

"Is it working?" Milo asked, starting to grind against Dustin more. Dustin moaned, humping back before he shuddered.

"Milo, I didn't even know you were gay..." Dust moaned.

"I wasn't sure myself until about four months ago." Milo said.

"When you did that museum number? Your test? Dude, them sending you after a cock shaped artifact really did a number on you." Dust smirked. Milo chuckled.

"Well, yeah, in a way... But it wasn't just that." Milo said, gazing into Dustin's eyes deeply, "Besides, if I wasn't gay I'd miss out on an amazing opportunity. Dust, do you have any idea how long I've admired you? In high school you were the wild one, the one having adventures before anyone else's life had started... and then when I had started having adventures of my own, you figured out the way to half a stable, good life." Milo said. Dustin couldn't help but watch Milo's lips, every way they moved. When he looked at women he looked at boobs and butts and legs, but never had he spent so much time looking at someone's eyes and lips.

"Sometimes I wonder if my life got too safe..." Dustin whispered. Milo cracked a grin.

"If you're bold enough for adventure, I'm always here for you..." Milo whispered, leaning in. A jolt of electricity shot through Dustin as he felt his friend's lips on his. It was his first male kiss, someone he considered a great friend, someone he had known for years. It was wrong and hot and perfect. Dustin's eyes slipped shut and he started kissing back, giving in to it.

The dancers on the dance floor whimpered in envy at the man that had earned a kiss from Milo without even dancing, though they started to dance with one another, figuring it a consolation at least. Their return to dancing gave Milo and Dustin a bit more privacy as they kissed and ground. Milo's tongue pushed between Dustin's lips, playing with his tongue. As they kissed, Milo's saliva started leaking into Dustin's mouth with more and more volume, thickening slowly. Whenever Milo and Dustin's lips broke for a moment, strings of black goo connected them before Milo grabbed Dustin's head and held it in place.

Dustin felt his mouth fill with syrupy goo that he gulped down, unable to stop. His eyes went wide, but rather than freaking out he simply gazed into Milo's eyes, feeling safe and content. As the goo pumped into his mouth and down his throat, his nipples tightened, his muscles throbbed and his pants grew tight. While he had been half hard humping Milo, he was getting a full erection now, almost like his cock was inflating.

Milo continued to kiss Dustin, grinding against him as he filled his friend. One hand remained clasped around Dustin's skull, though another hand reached down, lifting the hacker's shirt before he reached up, his fingers circling Dustin's nipples. Dustin groaned into the kiss, causing some of the black goo to leak from his lips, though it seemed to seep back up on its own, continuing where it was going. Dustin had never felt quite so wonderful, though the booze was starting to finally hit him. His vision blurred, his body felt uneven and he slowly lost consciousness, going limp against Milo... At least mostly.

Milo still pleasured himself against the erection in Dust's pants for a few moments before he moved to take care of his friend, putting more than enough money down on the bar to cover everything. The bartender collected the money and watched the two go, wondering in the back of his mind if the black haired boy had used some kind of date rape drug and if he had, how he had slipped it to the entire bar... a bar now full of men kissing and grinding on one another.

****

Dustin moaned softly even before he had started to wake up. The return to consciousness was a bumpy road, full of pools of pain that had collected in his brain. It wasn't the worst hangover he'd had, but no hangover was pleasant. Dustin shifted a bit, but he froze at once when he felt a resistance in his ass, something keeping him from turning. As he did a diagnostic of his own body, he realized he felt a body against his back, an arm over his waist. His eyes opened up and he looked down, seeing a lithe but manly arm hanging over his side, the fingernails painted black... but having an arm of a dude over him was far from the most shocking.

In his many years of experience, Dustin had done a few stupid things under the influence of alcohol, but it seemed he had made up for lost time. His nipples were freshly pierced and from the feel of things he had a cock in his ass. Dustin looked down at his chest and the slimy trails of dried cum on it, then he looked down to his shaft, becoming even more shocked. He had a major case of morning wood, but while his cock was impressive, it seemed that his balls had changed as well. His sack was hanging far lower than he was used to and the sack was far bigger. Dust felt a bit guilty about it, but he liked having bull balls.

"You're awake, aren't you?" Milo murmured behind Dustin, shifting. Even with the slightest move, the thief's cock hit Dustin's prostate and sent waves of pleasure through him. Dustin moaned, his back arching. Milo chuckled, "I'll take that as a yes." He said, starting to slide back and forth. Dustin moaned in shock as the cock pistoned back and forth inside of him.

"Wait, Milo, I don't... I don't remember anything from last night." Dustin moaned.

"Anything? You forgot it all?" Milo asked with dismay. Dustin considered.

"Well, I remember that amazing kiss." He admitted.

"Well, from there we came back here... I went to put you to bed but you wanted a Milo bear to keep you safe. I jumped in and one thing led to another." Milo said. Dustin was quiet for a long moment, though another move of the cock in his ass made him groan. It certainly felt good, and if he had been drunk then he might have unleashed a part of himself he never paid attention to before.

"And I seemed to like it? Was I any good?" Dustin asked. Milo laughed, moving to suck and bite on Dustin's neck. Dustin hissed in shock, his neck very tender and well marked.

"Any good? You were the best lay I've had in ages... And you seemed to love it." Milo said. Dustin grinned a bit at that.

"Then maybe I should give it another try." Dustin said, clenching down around the cock lodged in his ass. Milo moaned, grabbing onto Dustin's hips, starting to fuck him harder. Dustin moaned, grabbing onto Milo's hands, forcing them to dig in harder. The two went at it more and more before Dustin rolled onto his stomach, forcing himself up onto all fours. Milo yelped as he was dragged around for the ride but he managed to stay on, fucking the thick ass beneath him.

Milo bounced on Dustin like a cowboy in a rodeo. While Milo had grown thanks to Pan, Dustin was still larger, making the pair look a little surprising that such a big man had wound up on bottom. Milo bore into Dustin harder and harder, grinding like mad. Dustin felt his stomach rumble, though it wasn't with any normal sense of hunger. He panted sharply, lowering his head, panting as his spine started to grow. The vertebrae enlarged, his shoulders muscles widened and his arms elongated. His stomach rumbled again and his ass cheeks grew thicker and rounder, but most surprisingly of all, his balls started to swell more, growing to the size of oranges.

"What's... going on?" Dustin moaned. Milo moved to nuzzle the nape of his neck, licking and biting.

"Dustin, something happened to me... I was blessed with a gift, a gift I want to share with you." Milo moaned.

"It seems you were blessed with many gifts!" Dustin moaned as he felt the cock pummeling his ass. He clenched his eyes shut, "My god, why couldn't we do this in high school..."

"It would have been statutory your senior year..." Milo smirked. Dustin made a face at Milo's bad joke but he soon moaned. Milo leaned down, grinding against Dustin tighter, "But I'm serious, my life changed completely for the better... and I want to share that with you. It can be pretty scary, but I think you can handle it." Milo said.

"I don't get it, what are you trying to give me?" Dustin asked in confusion. Milo considered how to break it to his friend before he gave up and used an inhuman amount of strength, pushing off the bed. Dustin groaned as he was knocked over onto his side. Milo scrambled around, changing direction while still remaining in Dustin's ass. Dustin was pushed onto his back, his legs and waist hiked up to expose his ass hole to Milo's eager cock.

The thief slammed into Dustin, grabbing onto his lover's knees, holding them to his hips. Dustin gazed past his aching cock to Milo, not realizing that gays had so many fun positions, but as he looked at Milo, he realized that his lover was starting to look different. Dustin was confused before he realized that his clothing was actually changing. His black shirt was melting off of his chest, creeping down to his waist, but Milo's ears were stretching into points while his black hair seemed to grow curlier. Milo moaned, exposing his sharpening canine teeth all while lumps formed on his head.

Dustin gasped as the lumps burst and black horns pushed out from Milo's head, glistening and rubbery but still firm, emerging from his skin. Milo fucked Dustin even harder, but even his cock felt like it was growing. Dustin gasped with each thrust as Milo's cock extended from eight inches to ten, then twelve, then fourteen, widening as well. It was gradual enough that Dustin's ass seemed to adapt to it surprisingly well, but it was still shocking to feel his ass stretched that much.

"What are-" Dustin stopped cold, looking at Milo as it dawned on him. His eyebrows dropped down low, then one rose in an inquisitive posture, "No, you... Your nickname, the Satyr... It's real? You are a satyr?" he whispered.

"Not just any satyr, I'm bonded with the original one... Pan. He's sort of an alien goo that is a part of me now. You have no idea what I can do... But I want you to learn." Milo whispered. Dustin groaned sharply.

"And this is what you wanted to give to me? Being... like you? Is that how you made those guys drool over you at the bar?" Dustin asked.

"Yeah... I have a magic touch with men, but Pan's helped with my crimes and all sorts of stuff, even my motorcycle suit." Milo panted.

"I knew that thing wasn't street legal." Dustin moaned.

"Do you always talk this much during sex?" Milo asked.

"Until you fill my mouth with something." Dustin replied. Milo grinned wickedly.

"I already did... A sampler." Milo said, grinning. Dustin felt his stomach rumble gently before something cool and silky slipped up the back of his throat. Dustin felt something wrap around his tongue in a webbed mesh, solidifying and growing. The hacker's lips parted before a thick, black cock head started emerging. Inches of hard, throbbing shaft emerged and to Dustin's shock, he could feel every inch. Eight inches, then ten moved past his lips. Dustin tried to move his tongue and the thick cock flopped about. He could feel its girth and weight, but before he had even adapted to having a cock tongue, Milo leaned forward.

The satyr's lips passed over the tip and he all but gobbled up the cock tongue, sucking and bobbing on it. Dustin's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his surprising new member was taken in until Milo and Dustin's lips touched in a very new kind of kiss. Milo bounced between filling Dustin's ass and sucking his cock tongue, working like mad to drive his friend wild. Dustin felt so over stimulated it was like he was going blind, but as he felt himself rush to the zenith of pleasure, the train seemed to disappear off the tracks, rewinding several steps.

Dustin moaned at his orgasm edging back, not sure what had happened. He felt somewhat deprived, but at the same time he was glad. If he had cum it would have been over, but he never wanted it to be over. He could have spent the rest of eternity like he was. Soon Dustin was moving his head forward and back, using his head to face fuck Milo. Milo groaned, feeling so delighted by all the joy. He reached out and grabbed onto Dustin's pierced nipples, giving the sensitive nubs a tug. Dustin arched his back, his eyes widening at that added sensation.

The room was full of the sound of rhythmical slapping as heavy balls hit Dustin's ass, added too by the squelching ass being filled with satyr cock. Milo didn't hold back in the slightest, though it seemed that the symbiont inside of Dustin was growing antsier, creeping through his system, making itself known more. Milo watched in awe as Dustin's short buzzed brown hair started growing out, taking on wavy shags of brown in a few seconds. New brown hair started sprouting out across the hacker's chest and then his arm hair thickened. Even his leg hair darkened and softened as it grew longer. It was as if masculinity was blossoming in the hacker, but it wasn't limited to just hair.

Dustin flexed a bit involuntarily as his biceps and triceps expanded, then his leg muscles. His back elongated further, making it harder to maintain the kiss before the cock tongue grew longer, a few inches of black dripping shaft extended between their lips. Dustin was clenching tighter and tighter around Milo's cock, though one of his enlarging hands wrapped around his hard shaft, working it off. He grunted into the kiss, feeling his cock feel like it reached the point of orgasm before it dialed back again, leaving him with blue balls... or rather swelling balls.

The low hanging sack grew darker as the orbs inside of it turned black, producing a very different kind of cum. Dustin all but snorted gently as he took the cock in the ass and gave one right back to Milo in the mouth. He felt his body swelling all over, growing stronger, but at the same time he felt more subservient, more obedient. Milo was the one giving him the pleasure, the passion, the gifts. He owed it all to Milo; he owed everything to the satyr. He shuddered, looking at Milo with lust, love and respect.

Much to Milo's surprise, and even more to Pan's, Milo exploded past Pan's restraint and soon started cumming deep into Dustin's ass, pumping in huge torrents of seed. Dustin howled, his entire cock tongue vibrating as he felt the cum filling up his depths, though as much was going into him, almost more started leaking out. Tendrils of creeping liquid black latex spread out of Dustin's hole, covering his ass cheeks before it crept around his waist, forming a black belt. Dustin watched the black swirl and cover his balls, making them shiny in the light before it started spiraling up his cock.

Almost like a work of art, the black tendrils dominated his shaft, coating its length before arching over the mushroom shaped head. The tiniest threads of stringy black pushed at his urethra before it was pushed open and the black started diving in. Dustin shook in pleasure as his cock was invaded, but he kept his eyes on his groin, watching the black spread. It moved down his legs, coating the muscle, surrounding his knees on the way to his feet. It also crossed his abdomen, making the muscles stick out even more.

Milo kept working Dustin's ass, feeling himself spray out an unimaginable amount of black cum, but he was watching Dustin more and more, taking in the change. A thick black cord pushed out above Dustin's cheeks, growing into a whip like black tail, the end rounding off into a rubber ball. While the tail looked completely artificial, it started whipping around a bit. It was then that Milo realized Dustin wasn't becoming a satyr... he was becoming something else. Dustin let out a deep grunt muffled by the cock in his mouth before the entire length transformed, taking on rubbery taste buds and a pointed tip, the cock becoming a huge black tongue.

Dustin invaded Milo's mouth and then throat with the tongue, finding he had more power over it than he ever had with his old tongue. Milo's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he was kissed so deeply, though it only seemed fair. Dustin flinched a bit as the black goo coated his large feet, forcing his toes tightly together. While rather uncomfortable for a moment, they soon grew numb and felt more like one digit as the black rubber coating his feet forced itself into the shape of much larger hooves than Milo had.

The black goo spreading up Dustin's body spread over his chest, coating his pecs until his nipple rings stuck out through the rubber. The coating moved down his arms next, resembling a wet suit almost, though the contour to his thick arm muscles was too perfect. The black goo coated Dustin's fingers, leaving just his neck and head exposed. Dustin panted hard, his black tongue rolling around his lips, wincing a bit as he felt a pressure building in the temples of his head.

Milo knew the moment of truth had arrived. He watched in awe, gulping and swallowing the black tongue as he watched. Dustin's head throbbed and ached before a sharp black point pushed out of each side of his head. The horn curved right up at almost a ninety degree angle, seeming almost surprisingly short... until it started growing out horizontally. Milo's jaw dropped as the horns grew out perfectly sideways, even and straight with only a curve at the ends. They were the horns of a steer, a cow, a bull... a minotaur.

Dustin thrashed and grunted, his black muscled body expanding even more. His minotaur horns expanded, black and sharp. His shaggy brown hair grew a bit longer, but even Dustin's face darkened with stubble. The brown stubble pushed out into a short designer beard before certain parts got thicker than the rest. Dustin's mustache grew over his upper lip, the hair on his chin hung down past the rest and his sideburns thickened and elongated. Dustin thrashed and moaned, panting hard.

Slowly his black clad hands reached up, wrapping around his thick black bullhood. The cock wasn't as big as Milo's yet, but it was too tantalizing to ignore. Dustin started thrusting with both hands, still accepting Milo's bounty in his ass as he tongue raped the thief. Milo felt a bit like a rag doll with a fire hose spraying through him, at the mercy of his 'submissive' lover. Milo kept cumming and cumming, and Dustin kept trying to make himself cum.

Dustin grunted with a hot snort as he felt another orgasm denied, then another, but each time he missed one, he could feel the being growing around and inside of him get stronger, making him stronger. Soon Dustin focused on that, rushing to denied orgasms, his brain saturated with lust. Milo tilted his hips and started hitting Dustin's prostate, sending even more pleasure through him. The hacker shuddered and groaned at all the stimulus, feeling so lusty that it was like parts of his brain were starting to burn away.

Not wanting his host to burn his brain in pleasure, the brand new symbiont decided it was time. Like a dam bursting, Dustin's brain went white with bliss, his back arched, his grapefruit sized, low-hanging balls tugged up a bit harder and his hard black cock throbbed. Milo watched in awe as a fountain of blackish cum sprayed up high enough to hit the ceiling and splatter over them both like black rain, but cum wasn't just coming from his cock. Dribbles ran out of his mouth and even his nose, though the black goo leaking from his nostrils spiraled together and tightened, forming a black woven metal bull ring hanging through Dustin's septum.

Milo basked in the black rain, the drops rolling down across him before dripping back onto Dustin, soaking into his body suit. Dustin thrashed and thrust and moved, trying to keep the sex going, but it was simply too much for him. He passed out against the bed, still dripping as his two foot long cow tongue slipped out of Milo's mouth, landing across his chest and stomach. Milo grunted and fell forward onto Dustin, still buried in his ass but using the minotaur as a bed. The two were thoroughly spent, but there was a lot more to do when they woke up.

****

Despite having a penthouse, Dustin had rarely gone out onto the roof to look at the city. The door opened and he moved out along with Milo, though the beefy hacker was having to get used to having feet again. It had been so natural to move on hooves, but his symbiont had retracted into black leather looking pants that made his groin bulge obscenely, dormant as it stored up its strength. Milo walked along, his hand resting on Dustin's ass as a comfort to both the human host and the alien goo that covered him.

"How are you doing, Dust?" Milo asked as they reached a bench on the corner of the roof. Dustin sat down and Milo followed, putting his arms around the man's shoulders instead.

"It's just so much to take in... I mean it feels great, but you said it was an alien?" Dustin asked. Milo shrugged.

"He, and yes, Pan came to Earth on an asteroid... Saved a life, started a branch of a religion. Times were good until the fall of civilization and social reform. He woke up to find the world painfully repressed." Milo said. Dustin smirked gently.

"I guess someone told the world it was time to grow up, that it was irresponsible to party all the time... Or at least that's what I thought." Dust said, hoping not to offend Milo.

"No, that's actually right, it IS irresponsible but only because of the dangers involved: Diseases, unwanted pregnancies, dangerous drugs... There are a lot of threats in this world, threats that make it hard to be uninhibited." Milo said.

"It sounds like you've given it a lot of thought..." Dustin said in awe.

"Well, Pan and I have been trying to figure it all out... ways to help. If it was safe to live the way we wanted, no one could say no. It's been a modest start, but the jobs I've taken for the last four months had another purpose. Each job was in a city where we could advance our plan." Milo said. Dustin's eyes widened.

"What did you do when you nabbed the ion drives?" Dustin asked.

"Graduate students at the university were figuring out a new kind of psychedelic. They were using the campus computers to put the formula together, but just two or three uses of it and there is permanent organ damage even Pan's kind couldn't repair." Milo said.

"I'm amazed you caught it!" Dustin said. Milo nodded.

"So am I, it was a lucky break but we spotted inquiries on the Obsidian servers. That's... well, that's another goal of ours." Milo said.

"Using the guild's systems?" Dustin asked, wondering for a moment if that was why he was recruited.

"Well, using the global reach of the guild to make the world a better place on a global level. Not just safer to party, but restoring nature, saving species... maybe even repopulating it with satyrs and minotaurs and all the creatures that disappeared... and it starts with the guild's resources." Milo said. Dustin hesitated for a moment.

"But those things you said to me, you meant them, right? It wasn't just to get me to cooperate or to get stuff?" Dustin asked softly. Milo looked surprised.

"Of course I meant them! Dust, we're thicker than thieves you and I. There's nothing I wouldn't share, and now I've shared everything." Milo said. Dustin looked relieved.

"Then what's our next plan?" Dustin asked. Milo leaned back, looking at the stars.

"Well, I have to drop off the ion cells... But when I do, I was wondering if you could get me in to see some of the higher ups?" Milo asked.

"I'm sure I could, but why, are we giving them symbionts too?" Dustin asked. Milo looked stunned before he chuckled.

"No, that's a very rare honor... But you and I can have our way with them, show them the benefits for working for us, all the pleasures they can receive." Milo said. Dustin cooed as the leather pants massaged his cock.

"I like the sound of that." Dustin whispered.

"Let's enjoy the stars a while longer, the meeting is in a few hours." Milo said with a smile, leaning against Dustin's shoulder. Dustin leaned into Milo and gazed upwards with him, feeling more like he had a grip on his life for the first time ever. Milo grinned gently, "By the way, I love the bull ring." He whispered.

"It's rather fitting, isn't it?" Dustin chuckled, closing his eyes, just enjoying Milo's company.

****

While most of the city had gone dormant for the night, the Mission Street fountain was still going. The wide, flat pool glimmered faintly green from the tile and the water arched up steeply before coming down in the center where a pillar of water bubbled and roiled. A man was sitting on the edge of the fountain, looking less like an Obsidian Guild contact and more like a hipster. He had thick black frame glasses and straightened, dyed black hair along with a turquoise and blue plaid shirt and black jeans. He even had a rather large backpack covered in patches, though there was nothing in it. It had been brought for the express purpose of picking up the ion cells and getting them out of the area.

The contact looked around, waiting for his mark, but when he saw two individuals approaching, he grew tense. He had looked at Milo Bell's file, but the meek and skinny boy was not the one approaching him. Milo was wearing a leather trench coat and pants baggy enough that his feet were impossible to see. His long goatee was impressive and grown in an unbelievable amount of time. As intimidating as Milo was, his escort was even more shocking.

Standing at six foot five, Dustin looked far more like an enforcer. He was muscled, well built and beefy... and he was one of the few people that could pull off a leather tie. It contrasted with the expensive suit he wore, black on black rather than the customary white under layer. The two moved over, sitting down on either side of the contact. The hipster felt like fleeing until he felt their hips against his, but as a strange, musky scent wafted around him, he started to feel more cooperative, more comfortable. He blinked slowly before he let out an involuntary moan.

"Do you have it?" he asked. Milo chuckled.

"Oh we have it, but the price went up." Milo whispered. The hipster was shaken out of his pleasure for a moment.

"That's not how the guild does things." He said sternly.

"Oh don't worry pet, I don't mean money. I just want to put you to work for me for a little while." Milo said, reaching up to trace one finger along the hipster's cheek.

"What... What do you mean?" he asked.

"You seem like the kind of boy that has experimented, or even come to your final theory about what you like in that special someone..." Milo said.

"What?" The hipster asked, unable to look away from Milo's eyes.

"He's asking if you're gay." Dustin clarified. The hipster blushed.

"Um, uh, yeah, I mean... is it that obvious?" he asked.

"Oh yes, but in a good way." Milo grinned, "How would you like to go on a tasting tour?" Milo asked. The hipster's eyes widened.

"Here?" he asked. Milo leaned in close, gazing into his eyes.

"Oh yeah, right here... You're a horny slut, aren't you? You're salivating for my cock. You just want to gobble it down and you don't care if anyone sees. You want to embrace it, to give in..." Milo whispered. Dustin knew he should have been jealous, but for some reason he was just rooting Milo on, wanting this to happen. The hipster hesitated, moaning softly. Before he even realized he was hard, Milo was resting a hand on the bulge in his pants. He looked up into those eyes once more before he nodded.

"Okay, but just one load..." he said. Milo chuckled, nodding. With the way symbionts edged, one load could be a very long time. Milo spread his legs and unzipped his pants, withdrawing his rather thick, rather long shaft. The cool air was bracing against it. The hipster's eyes seemed to glaze with lust as he moved, licking his lips as he knelt down in front of Milo. He reached up to grasp the satyr's cock, the rings on his finger warm with body heat. He gave the rod a few strokes before he leaned in, moving his lips over the head... and Milo grinned, knowing he had the contact.

The hipster tried to be reserved, but soon he was sucking as if his life depended on it, bobbing his head up and down, working deeper and deeper. He sucked and slurped wildly, his eyes clenched shut. He made all manner of moans as he worked, but soon he was working with his own pants, fishing out his own pierced cock. He thrust his hand up and down, his fingers trailing over the three bars through his shaft. He drooled messily around the cock, feeling his brain saturated in pleasure, knowing at any moment someone could see him and know forever he was a gay slut, willing to do it on the street.

That thought alone normally would have sent him over the edge, but when his orgasm didn't come, the hipster sucked Milo off even more... but he had no way of realizing he had just fed Pan. Pan basked in the chemicals and energy siphoned off of the slut, but he also relished what he had just learned, the human's name. The hipster's name was Bradley. Pan grinned, letting Bradley build up more and more, ready for more food.

The hipster sucked and slurped greedily, shuddering as he should have had yet another orgasm, but even then nothing came out. He panted sharply, growing more desperate for cum. He was hungry for it, he needed it, but it didn't come. He sucked so hard that Milo's cock grew redder. He tugged on the shaft, even nibbled. Bradley traded off hands on his own rod, trying to see if a new combination or the phantom feel of a 'strange' hand would get him there. He gasped and almost gagged on the cock as he nearly orgasmed again, but nothing happened.

"Let me help." Dustin whispered, crouching behind the hipster. He reached up his shirt to pinch and twist his nipples, trying to drive him wild. Bradley's heart was racing, his breaths were ragged and his body was becoming more uncoordinated. He had a fourth, fifth and sixth near orgasm in rapid succession without any success. He opened his eyes, looking up at Milo, his eyes widening to see the man with horns and a bare chest, reverting to his satyr form.

"Bradley... If you agree to help me in my cause, I will let you cum." Milo said, "Do you accept?" he asked. The hipster gazed up in awe.

"Mmm-hmm." He murmured around the cock. Milo grinned and released the blocks on Bradley. The hipster's back arched, he shuddered and so much pleasure went through the hipster's brain that it shorted out. His cock quivered and began spraying, shooting for four seconds, six, then ten with no sign of stopping. The pleasure was too much for a mere human, breaking his mind and making him obedient... though there were side effects.

The scrawny hipster's upper lip shimmered as soft peach fuzz grew out, covering it before it took on his natural blond hair color. The mustache spread off to the sides before twirling a bit on the ends, making him look like even more of a trend seeking hipster. His plaid shirt grew tighter before the top few buttons popped off, revealing a broadening chest. Thick blond hairs curled out of his skin until he had a thick forest of chest hair visible. Even his smooth arms grew thick with forests of blond hair.

Bradley's cheeks suddenly bulged outward as cum flooded his mouth from Milo's shaft. He tried to gulp it all down, but it was far too much. Soon the excess white milk leaked down his chin and throat, spreading into his chest hair. From beneath the stream of cum, a vertical strip of blond hair grew out across his chin. Bradley gazed up in wonder at the satyr that had blessed him so before he collapsed back onto the wall of the fountain, spasming and cumming the last of his seed.

Dustin stood up and pulled the ion cores out of his jacket, putting them into Bradley's backpack. Milo pulled out Bradley's cell phone and opened the app, confirming that the delivery had been made. The money was transferred to Milo's account and Milo returned the phone to Bradley's pocket, leaning down to lick his chin.

"I'll be in touch." Milo whispered before moving off. Bradley remained where he was, grinning up at the stars, the twirled ends of his mustache blowing a bit in the breeze.

****

The revolving doors of Black and Weber saw a nearly constant stream of people in and out all week long. There were business men and women, maintenance workers, tech workers. It looked like every other successful business world wide... intentionally. Black and Weber was one of the hundred front companies that the Obsidian guild used. It was easiest to hide right in the open and use legitimate channels for as much as possible. It was also where some of the highest ranking officials of the guild spent their days.

Milo and Dustin entered, wearing suits that blended in with all the others, but they themselves looked far from the part. Milo's long goatee stood out but so did the ladder of black rings up his ear lobes. Dustin was just as conspicuous with his black nose ring, though he had trimmed his beard into a thick Franz Joseph mustache and connected mutton chops. The freedom to change his beard whenever he wanted was exhilarating and Dustin certainly felt like experimenting.

"It's weird moving around without my horns." Dustin murmured.

"I know what you mean. Even this many months switching back and forth, sometimes that's the hardest part for me." Milo said. The two crossed past several banks of people, though several more of the workers started to look at them with longing. A bespectacled computer tech even started to follow them in a slight daze before he realized what he was doing and came to a stop, moving as if to check the potted plant to cover his behavior.

"Do they know?" Dustin whispered. Milo smirked.

"All they know is that we're attractive. We're pumping out pheromones." Milo said, passing several banks of elevators before they came up to one that was out of service. Milo glanced at Dustin and Dustin stepped forward, sliding the elevator panel to the side, revealing a key pad beneath. He entered a sequence of numbers and the doors opened, revealing a gold plated elevator inside. The two moved in and let the doors shut before Dustin pressed the button for the thirteenth floor. None of the other elevators had a button with that option, but this was a very special elevator.

The lift began to rise, though as it did, Dustin started to shift a bit. At first he thought it was a mild cramp or just exertion from everything they've done, but it suddenly became much stronger. Dustin moaned as black goo started spilling from his temples, forming his bull horns. His suit rippled and shifted, turning from cloth to rubber and then to leather. His pants almost liquefied as his thick bull cock emerged in a black goo coating, though to his surprise his massive balls followed after... with a slight change.

Dustin's balls ached and inflated even more, the round sack pulsing before new dimples formed across the surface. The dimples on his sack enlarged, becoming nipples and then almost teats before becoming smaller separate cocks on their own. Dustin tried to speak but a soft moo emerged from his lips as he fell to his knees, his shoes shifting into hoofs. He looked up at Milo for an explanation, but his mind soon glazed over with need. Even his rubber cow tail thwacked around. Milo had been surprised at first, but Pan had expected the change. Pan took charge of Milo's body, reaching out to caress Dustin's horn. The bull leaned into it, though he still murmured, feeling off kilter with the pangs and changes, his brain barely functioning.

"Don't worry Dustin, this was to be expected." Pan said with a deeper voice from Milo's lips, "Your symbiont is an infant. He needs regular feedings and regular orgasms in order to grow and mature..." Pan explained, opening up his fly. His black rubbery satyr cock emerged, looking so plump and delicious. Dustin licked his lips before he leaned forward and took it in, nursing on the shaft with need. Pan accessed all the fantasies that Milo had that should have brought him to orgasm and didn't before subjecting him to several at once.

Milo was overwhelmed and grunted, his head tipping back as he started cumming already. Thick black cum sprayed into Dustin's mouth and down his throat in copious, surprising amounts. Dustin gulped it down, starting to feel relief at once, though his symbiont started to shift as it was fed. The black spread down over Dustin's fingers, coating his hand, each finger ending with a firm piece of hoof. The goo lifted up over his shaggy brown hair and covered his chin as well, working around his lips and across his nose before finally closing off his eyes and forehead.

The black coating on Dustin's face pushed forward into a short muzzle, his nose becoming part of his expanded mouth. The new cow muzzle matched his horns better and his muscles seemed to expand even more beneath it all, though soon Dustin's cock udder started to drool clear liquid onto the elevator floor, a thick musky scent filling the room. Milo panted as he breathed it in, finding himself overwhelmed a bit by its potency, especially as the stubble crept up his cheeks higher and the hair behind his braided goatee started growing out longer. The braid came undone and spread wide, joined in soon after by the hair growing out on his cheeks. His beard filled out until it was a foot long, dark black beard. Even his mustache grew over his lips, obscuring them from sight.

"Oh fuck yes..." Milo grunted, feeling so much manlier. His nipples went tense, his upper arms bulged thick with muscle and his cock stretched longer. All the while, Dustin sucked and drank off his master, feeling the extreme hunger pangs subsiding slowly. He kept drinking as his symbiont slowly began returning to being a suit. His tie returned, his undershirt, his over shirt, his boots... though his cock udder and bull cock remained sticking out the longest. They remained even as his face mask retracted, leaving him with just bull horns on a bearded human face before at last the horns pulled back in. Black goo spread over his balls and cock, tucking them away in an obscenely large bulge before returning to pants material.

Dustin pulled his lips off of Milo's cock as his master's orgasm ended, panting gently, licking his lips. He looked up and gasped, seeing Milo's huge beard. The surprise made Dustin shudder sharply before he felt his cock spray sperm in his pants, though it wasn't alone. All six cock teats on his ball udders came as well, though the sperm was absorbed by the symbiont as a new meal to nourish it. Dustin wasn't sure if the changes were temporary like his cock tongue, but he certainly felt amazing.

Milo reached down and grabbed Dustin's hand, heaving the muscled man to his feet as the doors to the elevator opened. They had barely made it, but they managed to walk out looking quite normal just as two other individuals stepped into the elevator. The guild members pressed the button for the third floor where an exit was less conspicuous. The doors rumbled shut and the golden walls reflected their images.

One was a new recruit at eighteen while the other was his mentor at thirty-one. The younger had short red hair and freckles across his cheeks while the mentor had short buzzed thinning hair and black framed rectangular glasses. As the elevator began its decent, the musky scent remained, being breathed in and out by the two occupants. The younger man closed his eyes slowly, breathing through his mouth as his fair Irish skin started producing thick red stubble. In moments he looked much more mature, but the stubble wasn't stopping. It formed a thick mustache, then side burns and finally crossed his chin. His short red hair began growing longer, becoming wavy and then eventually curly. It dropped down around his head as his beard grew out, the young man panting, moving to grope himself.

The mentor was not any further behind, intoxicated by the smell of the goo on the elevator floor. As his body matured, the rest of his hair fell out, leaving his scalp completely bare, but his smooth face had the reverse effect as dark black hairs pushed out. A thick mustache was first, covering his lips before a goatee formed beneath his perfect lips. The hair spread back across his cheeks and climbed up in front of his ear before coming to a dead stop. In moments he had become what most leather daddies aspired to look like.

The mentor turned, looking over to the hairy redhead next to him before he growled, grabbing onto the young man. The red head gasped as he was turned, being slammed into the wall before the older man kissed him, but soon he gave in, humping and grinding wildly against his mentor. Soon fingers grabbed zippers and cocks were exposed, rubbed together and ground desperately as they gave into carnal pleasures, unable to hold back at all. They kissed and humped and soon they came, slick human cum dripping down to land in the bull milk that had sprayed so innocently across the elevator floor. Even as the elevator doors opened on the third floor, the recruit and the mentor kept kissing and humping, completely lost in the spell of the musky milk.

****

Milo and Dustin had made it to headquarters, they had ensnared the secretary, but then they'd been stopped cold. Karl Weber himself was visiting, the third in command for the entire guild. He was a perfect mark to ensnare, but the symbiont boys were left waiting. The secretary had been so eager to please his guests that he had bugged Weber until the intercom was disconnected. With no way to interrupt him, the secretary had shifted gears to making sure Milo and Dustin were well looked after. The two had been brought coffee, tea, hot chocolate and anything else the secretary could think of.

Dustin watched the secretary come to make sure their drinks didn't need refills, amazed at how dedicated he had become without so much as a kiss or a grope. Milo, however, was used to it. He focused on the door to office, using his enhanced senses to keep track of what was going on. Weber was in a teleconference, no doubt with the other leaders of the Guild. After several minutes had passed, there was finally silence in the room. Milo rose to his feet, and following his cue, so did Dustin.

"Oh, was there something else you needed?" the mousy haired secretary asked, moving over. The intercom chirped suddenly.

"Alright Jensen, you can send them in now... and they better be worth the lead up. They have two minutes." The voice said. The secretary sprung over his desk and moved over, opening the door for the men. Milo strode in with Dustin right behind him. The office itself was massive, covering half of the top floor. Three of the walls were solid windows, giving a vast view of the city skyline. There was a single desk on the far side with a high backed chair. Normally such a large chair would have restricted view, but Weber had so much view that it was more than enough.

Weber was an older man than most in the guild, having worked his way up over the course of his life and in his mid fifties he was doing quite well. He was six feet tall and a bit on the heavy side, though his perfectly tailored suit hid the life of excess he had lived fairly well. His hair was graying a little but he had the lantern jaw of a man's man. Weber looked up at the men that had entered his office with a bit of shock and disgust at how unprofessional they looked, though as his eyes met Milo's and then Dustin's, something started to come over him.

For the first time in years, Weber thought of his youth, of the rebellious life he had led... Protests, petty crimes, living in the moment. His years of office work started to seem restrictive and envy started to grow in his heart. He envied their youth, their opportunity, their freedom. The envy grew with every step they approached until they were at his desk and Weber wanted them, though he didn't know in what way. He looked at Milo's beard and wanted to pet it, his chest rising and falling.

"What... can I do for you gentlemen?" Weber asked, breathing in the pheromones thickly. Dustin was shocked to see such a change stretch over the man's face, to go from despondency to desire so fast. Dustin knew that Pan had been a god in ancient Greece, but he was starting to see how it would have worked. He was powerful on his own, but the two of them were exponentially more seductive. Dustin decided to add to the effect by crossing his arms, accentuating his size and muscles. Weber murmured, drinking them both in.

"My name is Milo Bell, although I go by the Satyr inside the organization. I wanted to bring some ideas I had to your attention, get your input." Milo said, moving to sit on the edge of Weber's desk. Weber gave a chuckle, leaning back in his chair.

"I don't have anywhere to be, I'd love to hear your ideas... Tell me about them all." Weber said. Milo grinned, quite pleased that they seemed to have a lot more than two minutes. Milo grinned at that, reaching over to pet the man's face. He all but melted at the touch, gazing into Milo's eyes.

"Well, I was thinking that you and Dustin and I could spend some time getting to know each other, have a little fun... I mean we're all in the guild after all, we're supposed to have a bond. Don't you think?" Milo asked.

"Oh yes, the bond between men like us is a very important one." Weber replied. Milo grinned, moving over to sink down over the edge of the table and straddle the guild boss. He let out a long moan and started humping upwards in quiet desperation, feeling as if he were a young man again. Milo pushed his groin into the boss's until he felt the thick chubby erection trapped inside, imagining how low and heavy his balls must have hung on their own even without changes, but he knew the man would not be left unchanged... not in the slightest.

Sensing Pan's plan, Dustin moved around the desk and reached out to start massaging Weber's shoulders, causing the man to groan more and more. He reached up to untie his tie and threw it away. Milo reached down amid his lap dance and untucked the businessman's shirt, letting the tails fly to the sides before he palmed and rubbed at his groin. Weber grunted more and more, his chest heaving up and down, his eyes glazed with lust.

Weber watched with massive anticipation as Milo unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down, reaching in past silk boxers to extract the beer-can-thick cock from its confines. Milo moved his hand, but his clothing adjusted to his will before his foot long cock slapped out against the boss's. Weber twitched softly, seeing the immense length of it and comparative girth... and then, for the first time in his life, Weber wanted another man's cock. Even when he had experimented with men in college, he'd always been the aggressor. His entire life he'd been the boss, but now...

"You're hungry, aren't you? You want my cock and there's nothing you can do about it." Milo said. Weber nodded gently at that, leading Milo to only chuckle. The satyr moved to climb up on the desk, spreading his legs wide. The cock bobbed between his legs over his immense balls. His size was preposterously large and managed to grow longer and thicker right in front of Weber, but the man was so entranced that he didn't realize how odd that was. He moved to nuzzle the cock with his thick cheeks and then his lips before he opened wide.

Weber's tongue slurped and caressed the mushroom shaped head of Milo's cock, teasing the piss slit, then curling around the underside of his head to savor the collected flavor. Dustin watched as the boss went down on Milo, taking in the head and then part of the shaft, working his way down. As the boss started bobbing his head back and forth, Dustin felt something swimming around in his head, the start of his own symbiont's consciousness. It was hungry again, but for a different kind of experience. Dustin fell to his knees and started drooling slowly before he crawled under the desk, ducking under Milo's legs before he came up to Weber's thick cock.

For a moment Dustin stared at it, gazing in an almost zombie like trance before he plunged forward, taking the thick cock into his mouth. His cheeks bulged wide and the head of the man's cock brushed the back of his throat, but he didn't gag. He only sucked. Soon Dustin was sucking Weber off hard, up and down, eagerly. Weber shifted and growled in bliss, caught between a cock and a mouth, working between the sexy men. He'd never felt so good in his entire life, but he was a man. He wasn't likely to shoot off at the slightest provocation. He had staying power.

Moments trickled by into minutes and time passed on, the three going at it rabidly. Dustin's pants rippled and shifted to leather, his boots connecting to the pants and forming back into hooves. A leather sheath pushed out of his pants before his hard, thick, long black cock pushed out, the rubbery black tip flattened a bit almost like a horse's. Dustin wrapped a hand around his member and stroked it off, his fingers sliding easily on the rubber as he sucked the boss off.

Milo grunted and moaned, surprised at the human's staying power. He had intended to make a cock slave out of him, but to truly do that it took successive lack of orgasms and then a mind blowing one. Weber was sucking him so well that he could tell that it would take a bit more to push him over the edge. Pan grinned with the challenge. Milo's cock pulsed suddenly before it began spraying a light, slick gray seed, half human sperm and half symbiont.

Weber started to gulp down the potent sauce, letting it slip into his stomach where it was digested and processed almost instantly, though as it spread through its system, it embedded faster than anything he'd ever eaten before. His stomach started to round a bit more, his pecs thickened and his arms enlarged. There was more of him to love most certainly, though the seed was doing a lot more. While it brought out the best in most men, the artificial dye in Weber's hair disappeared, turning it solid silver in a few moments. His cheeks darkened quickly as stubble formed.

Milo watched as the wiry silver hairs pushed out of his upper lip, coming down to cover it and surround the shaft he so eagerly sucked. The hair worked around the man's mouth, working back across his cheeks before climbing up and connecting with the hair on his head. The silver beard grew out longer from the cheeks and chin, the mustache forming a thick curtain over the cock embedded in his mouth. Weber moaned and groaned as his silver beard grew to four inches long, then six, then eight.

A soft popping sound came as a button shot off of his shirt, then another, then a third. Weber's shirt pulled open at the chest, revealing a hairy forest of silver worthy of an ape. The hair pushed out along all the edges before two thick nipples sprung into freedom. The shirt popped the rest of the way open, his rounded belly emerging. Weber grunted sharply in bliss, feeling so very amazing. He had no way of seeing what he looked like, but the sensations were finally enough to push him to the edge, but rather than careening over the edge, the reward of his orgasm disappeared just before he felt it.

Milo and Dustin moaned suddenly in place of Weber, their symbionts feeding off of the denied orgasm. Dustin's body throbbed and the presence in his mind grew a bit clearer, working even harder to suck Weber off. The two kept going at it, Milo fucking his cock down Weber's throat. Weber took it like a champ. In fact, he took it like a man that had been gay his entire life. As Milo looked at Weber, he realized that was what had happened. They took a businessman and turned him into a gay papa bear experienced in all the ways of cock love. His long beard, his thick body, his stout cock. He was ideal for that type of man.

Pan growled in bliss in Milo's mind, remembering the heady days of making a pantheon of satyrs, but there was such joy to be had in remaking men to be the best they could be as well. The flow increased from Milo's cock and Weber drank in all the more, gulping it down greedily, grunting as beneath the layer of soft, new muscle groups started to form and thicken. Weber grew thicker, then taller, becoming stronger in general. His palms widened and his fingers elongated, his ass cheeks rounded and his low hanging balls dropped lower as they started to engorge.

Weber grunted and shuddered, coming to the brink of another orgasm before it disappeared again. Desperate for release, he sucked Milo all the harder. Then he grabbed Dustin's head to hold it in place and fuck his face all the harder. Dustin gulped down the cock, working on his own at the same time. Dustin felt great feeding on the orgasms of such a powerful man, especially to nourish himself... though the symbiont in him was growing stronger. Dustin groaned as his head throbbed, his thick and wide black horns pushing out of his skull. The black spread over the rest of his body from the neck down, exaggerating his muscles slowly.

Milo could feel Pan feasting on the massive orgasms the man would have had as well, feeling more empowered. Milo's shirt slowly melted away from him to reveal his bare torso and hairy chest, his pants reverting to satyr legs, though a bracelet of rubber remained around his wrist. His goat tail formed above his ass cheeks, quivering around as his horns pushed out. Milo was overwhelmed by how good it was, though as his hand lifted up without him lifting it, he wondered what Pan was up to. The bracelet rippled before it shot off of Milo's wrist, splashing across Weber's chest.

Thick black straps wrapped around Weber's chest and ribs beneath the remains of his shirt, a ring forming in the center of his chest. As the straps met up and fused on his back, the black rubber harness was complete, looking as if it had been purchased fresh out of a fetish shop. Weber felt so right, so different, and so good that he started to orgasm once more. This time Pan didn't steal the orgasm and when Dustin's symbiont tried, Pan pushed him back. It was time to give the old man his reward.

While to Weber it seemed as if he hadn't climaxed yet, this was his third orgasm... a third orgasm without coming, a third orgasm in a marathon session of sex. His vision cut out, his muscles went so tight he couldn't move. Weber nearly choked on the cock in his mouth, but his fat cock began to spray cum so thick that Dustin nearly gagged as well, but his symbiont realized it was time to feed in a different way. Dustin clamped his lips down on the member, gulping at the seed, filling his stomach with it.

Weber came for seconds, then almost a full minute. His brain sizzled and seared with sexual pleasure before, at a last, it was done. He went limp in the chair, nearly sliding out of it. Milo extracted himself and sat back on the desk, looking at the silver bearded man. Weber panted and moaned, a vague grin on his face, saliva leaking from the corners. He was motionless for a long moment, though still breathed.

"Weber, can you hear me?" Milo asked gently.

"Yes... What do you wish?" Weber asked softly.

"I want you to call all the people in this building that see you every day, one by one, and tell them you want to see them for a few minutes. We're going to show them the joys you've seen." Milo said.

"Oh yes, of course..." Weber murmured, sitting up to reach for the phone. Milo glanced down to see Dustin below, still suckling away. Milo chuckled to himself at how adorable Dustin was.

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The skies were a faint pink as the sun started to rise above the city. It had been a very long night but as Milo and Dustin moved out across the roof, they knew that they had done their work well. Dozens and dozens of guild members had been converted to their cause, willing servants of their goals. Weber's change could be explained by a short vacation and a post mid-life crisis, but his position wouldn't be threatened.

Milo advanced toward the helicopter waiting for them, ducking down as he moved under the spinning blades, climbing into the craft. Dustin had to duck down far more, being the taller of the two. He climbed in the back and slid the door shut, sitting hip to hip with Milo. They pulled on the helmets with the microphones and noise canceling speakers, cutting out the noise of the chopper blades.

"I don't think I've ever worked quite that hard, or had so much fun doing it." Dustin said, sitting back against the seat, panting softly.

"Oh trust me, you did great in there... But once we touch down at the airport, it's a nice long flight to Tokyo. We'll have plenty of time to rest up before we start work there." Milo said. Dustin smiled at the thought of that.

"I always wanted to meet a Yakuza." He admitted.

"I bet they're tasty." Milo murmured.

"So once we finish moving from tier to tier, what's next?" Dustin asked.

"Pan's figured out that we should have enough strength in two months to take down the first major threat to world happiness... We're going to impart our blessing into the drinking water of the most populous regions of the world... and in less than a month, sexually transmitted diseases will be a thing of the past in those cities. The immunity will spread out from there, and in less than a year, no one will have to suffer that way again." Milo grinned.

"Make love, not war, man." Dustin grinned. Milo smirked, leaning over at that to press his lips to Dustin, giving his mentor a deep, romantic kiss. Dustin moaned, his erection soon raging through his pants, but for just once, both men just wanted to kiss... and as the helicopter sailed into the sunrise, they did.