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Travel Companion Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Gotommax

Spring had come to Greece and love was clearly in the air. The air was full of the sweet smell of wild flowers, the waters were warm and comfortable and the inspiring sunsets led people to linger into the night, taking in the natural splendor all around them. It was perfectly romantic, inspirational to artisans of any trade... But for one young man, it was insufferable. To young Bion, love was none but Theodora and she resided so many many miles away. The two had fallen in love as teenagers, only to be torn apart as Theodora's father went abroad to spread the cultured ways of Greece. Bion had tried to move on, to adapt and find another love, but each day felt like his soul was breaking into pieces and the shards were being cast into the sea. With that love and dedication in his heart, he had made his plans clear to his parents and set out to reunite with his one, true love.

Despite being sweet smelling, the air was quite warm. The sun was radiant and the road parched. Bion's sandaled feet were already gaining calluses and he had only been traveling a few hours, but in those hours he felt reassured. He distractions of day to day society had fallen away. He had traveled past farms and outlands, even traveling merchants. Each step made Bion feel ever more confident. He ventured across a small stone bridge that passed a creek and the eighteen year old decided to move over and peer into the water. Despite moving ever toward the sea, the stream provided a bit of reflection. Bion was a fairly handsome young man. He had well defined cheek bones, a fine chin and his brown hair had just the faintest hint of curls to it. His eyes were a placid blue and his skin well toned.

Bion smiled gently, imagining how he might look in a week when his travels were at an end. He had packed goof and supplies, but long trips on foot had their own rigors. Would he meet bandits? Would he get lost? There was a sense of daring and excitement in it all, and somewhere in the back of his mind, Bion wondered if he and Theodora would go down in history as lovers meant to be, or ill fated lovers that never were able to hook up. It was simply fascinating.

The heat and the exertion brought sweat to Bion's brow, but he was undaunted. Step by step, he traveled further than he had ever been before. The path grew more rugged, grass growing up between the wagon wheel ruts. He was propelled on by the thought of Theodora, her flowing hair, her perfect body. Bion was so propelled and so distracted that he didn't notice the obstacle sticking out in his path.

Bion's foot caught something firm and he stumbled and fell. Momentarily stunned, he forced himself up to his knees and turned back. He'd tripped over, of all things, a wooly white leg. The hoof was yellowed and well worn. Bion wondered if a sheep or a goat had died at the side of the road, but as he followed the leg to its owner, he saw not a farm animal... but a satyr. Resting on the side of the road was an elder Satyr, his hair and fur as white as snow. A well groomed beard followed his jaw line before coming up around his mouth in a goatee, the hair curving forward to a point form his chin. Ivory horns curved out and up from his head, not too log but quite thick. Icy blue eyes blinked.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Y... Yeah." Bion managed. He'd never seen a satyr before, or any other being of Olympus... but Bion's eyes were drawn to the massive mass in the satyr's lap, a monstrously huge furry white sheath resting above huge balls. Bion's eyes darted away, his modesty getting the better of him. Honestly, he couldn't imagine a male of any species having to drag that freakishly large package around. The legends about satyrs being very fertile made more sense, but at the time it seemed impossible that any being could stand up to being mated by one. Then Bion paused, his eyes going wide, "It is an omen..." he whispered.

"An omen?" The satyr asked, standing up slowly, stretching a bit. He wore no clothing, his wooly fur protecting his legs while his stomach, chest and arms were well toned by the sun.

"I am traveling North to find the love of my life and reunite with her. Satyrs are symbols of love, are they not?" Bion asked.

"Ah, I see... I am the omen." The satyr considered, "Well, it just so happens that I'm traveling North as well, though I prefer to travel during sunset. A bit less heat that way." He commented.

"Where does a satyr have to be?" Bion asked in surprise.

"Where does a mortal have to be? All beings can have the desire to go some where." The satyr smirked, offering a hand, "My name is Philo." He introduced.

"My apologies, I was presumptuous. My name is Bion." The young man replied, offering his hand for a firm shake.

"A pleasure to meet you, young sir... but have you been traveling all day in this heat?" The satyr asked. Bion nodded.

"I thought it safer to travel during the day with little fear of bandits and animals of the night." Bion said. The satyr considered for a moment, stroking his beard.

"Well, the creatures of the night are not too much of a fearsome sort assuming that they believe you to be one of them." Philo considered, leaning down, sniffing at Bion's crotch. Bion's eyes went wide and he skidded backwards.

"What are you doing?!" Bion gasped. The satyr chuckled and stood back upright.

"Just as I thought. You smell as virgin as new growth. It is practically calling them to you. It would be much safer to blend in I think." Philo advised.

"And how might I do that?" Bion asked suspiciously. The satyr grinned, gesturing just off the path.

"I'll show you, come with me." He said. The white furred satyr stepped off the path and moved down a slight hill to the edge of a creek that led to the covered bridge. The water was cool and fresh, the grasses lush around it while the greenery had started to dry out everywhere else. Bion had hesitated for a long moment, wondering if he could trust such a satyr but he eventually followed after him, pushing through the brush. As he approached the creek, he had to avert his eyes once more.

Standing by the creek, the satyr had plunged his hand into his sheath to give his enormous shaft a good stroke. The white furry covering had retracted to reveal a meaty shaft as thick as Bion's head all the way to the base. Philo brought his other hand up and worked them both back and forth and the simplest touch was enough to elicit a steady, constant drizzle of thick pre. Philo turned and looked at Bion as if it were the most ordinary practice in the world.

"Well, come now. Aren't you going to join in?" Philo asked. Bion stood there, red in the cheeks. Philo hesitated, "You... You have done this before, have you not?" he asked. Bion blushed even brighter red.

"Of course I have!!! I am a man, aren't I? It's just I've... never, not with someone else around I mean." Bion said.

"Well I am hardly one to judge, seeing as I'm doing it already, but if it helps, tell me of this Theodora, this one you love so much." Philo said. Bion considered for a moment. If the satyr wanted to hear of his love, it was less likely he was going to be raped. He moved forward hesitantly, coming up to the edge of the stream. He tried not to look at the satyr's enormous member.

"Theodora... She is an amazing woman. So clever, so creative, so intelligent and experienced. The only times she gets in trouble she does so asserting her own independence, it really-" Bion was interrupted.

"What does she look like? What drives you to her?" Philo asked. Bion swallowed.

"She's tall, with amazingly curved hips... Her posterior is plump and... and round, and her chest-" Bion murmured, getting flushed. There was a stirring in his pants as he started to get hard.

"Go on, her chest?" Philo asked.

"Her breasts are so round, so full, jiggling up and down... I want them, I want to hold them." Bion groaned, his tunic tenting sharply with his erection.

"Whip it out, go on and tell me." Philo instructed. Bion reached down, carefully opening his tunic, gasping as the night air hit his hard shaft. He was six inches long and uncut, an average looking sort.

"And... I dream of her pussy, of... of filling it, feeling it so hot and wet around me..." Bion said, starting to masturbate next to the satyr, stroking himself off, his eyes clenching shut. As Bion fantasized about the love of his life, Philo took in the young man's body. He was so fit and handsome, his muscles just developing, his hair so virgin and clean, his face so smooth. His shaft was too small, but that would change in time. Philo's only regret was that the boy was so straight.

The two continued on in silence, working their shafts with more and more pressure and focus before at last Bion moaned. Philo reached over and used his hand to aim the boy's cock upright. Bion gasped as he sprayed himself, his cum soaking into his tunic. He looked at the satyr in shock. The satyr smiled.

"Now you smell like a creature of the night and it will be safe to travel..." Philo said. Bion stood there, cum soaked before he smiled a little. It was surely unconventional advice, but the satyr had to know what he was talking about if he lived out in the wilderness. He nodded slowly, tucking his cock away.

"You said you are traveling to the North as well? Perhaps we should travel together." Bion suggested.

"I would like nothing more than a good traveling companion." Philo replied with a wide grin.

****

The night had passed and the two had ventured side by side, human and satyr, hoof and foot for another several miles. Bion hadn't expected to get so far on his first day, but he was still full of energy from setting out on his journey so the two hadn't bedded down until sunrise. The morning had come and gone with their slumber and come afternoon the two had finally roused. Bion had opened up his pack, cooking some of the last of the meat he had while Philo gathered plant bulbs and greenery from the area. By the time the sun was starting to set, the two were full, rested and almost ready. Bion crouched by his pack, putting his pan back in. Every so often he looked back up at Philo who was standing near by, watching him. After a while, Bion was curious enough to speak.

"Have you not seen a man prepare for a journey before?" Bion asked. Philo chuckled, rubbing one of his horns a bit.

"Well, honestly, no. The creatures I know either stay exactly where they are, or they travel with nothing more than the fur on their backs. Humans are a curious sort. You take so much with you and then forget the most important things." Philo said.

"What have I forgotten?" Bion asked, his smile turning into a frown.

"Your scent is wearing off." Philo said. Bion looked confused and then looked at his shirt. Sure enough, there was little trace of their previous night's exploits.

"You're right..." Bion nodded, looking around. They had left the creek far behind and Bion was a bit sad at that, but just off the path was a quiet, wooden glen. Long grasses grew between the trees, the branches arched up almost like a forgotten orchard. Bion set his pack aside and ventured out into the trees a few feet. Off the main path, he felt confident enough to open his tunic.

As Bion drew out his soft shaft and began to try and work it, Philo moved up, stroking his own shaft up and down, back and forth, but his eyes were locked on the human. Bion was stroking furiously but his shaft wasn't getting very stiff. Philo came up next to the human, standing shoulder to shoulder, saying nothing for a long moment. Bion's brows creased, his forehead wrinkled and then he eventually let out a grunt.

"It isn't working like last night..." Bion muttered.

"Sexuality is life's great past time. Repetition can kill the enjoyment. You need something novel, something new. Let me assist you." Philo said, starting to move behind Bion. Bion tried to turn his head to see what the satyr was doing, but a hairy arm came around his hip, a hand wrapping around his shaft. The fingers were callused and well used. They felt foreign and strange, even delightful on his shaft.

Bion closed his eyes at the touch, inhaling slowly. As he was stroked off by someone else, he was surprised how good it felt. It was all outside of his control, all unexpected... and his shaft soon swelled to its full hardness, stiff and firm. Philo showed remarkable poise, using his thumb to massage the under side, his fingers tot tease the foreskin as it pulled back. Soon he was rubbing the sensitive flesh around the mushroom shaped head, the friction and heat intense.

The human teenager began thrusting into the hand lightly, letting instincts guide him. He bit his lip and murmured, thinking not of Theodora but merely of the feeling. He thrust forward and back with his hips, getting into it, but as the friction got to be too much, he suddenly stopped and panted. Philo tried to help by still thrusting his hand, but Bion reached down and put his hand on the satyr's, holding it in place.

"Wait, please..." Bion begged. Philo said nothing but grinned, understanding. Bion was trying to cool off, to pull back from orgasm before it gripped him... all so it could last longer.

"Let me help." Philo whispered in the human's ear. He reached down and collected some of his silky pre in his other hand before bringing it up. He turned his palm, letting the pre run out onto the hot shaft. It hit the irritated flesh like a soothing salve. Philo moved his hand forward, working the foreskin over the wet flesh. It made a soft, wet squelching noise. Philo did it again, then again, the noise repeating. It sounded as if Bion was fucking a very wet pussy, but even more importantly it cut the friction significantly.

Bion started thrusting into the hand again, panting and murmuring, eyes squeezed shut, groaning loudly. His cock had never felt harder and he was sure that all of these new techniques he had learned would let him please Theodora more... but he was so thankful to Philo for helping him, to help him to blend in, to be a part of nature. Bion grunted and moaned, lasting another ten minutes before at last he tipped his head back, screamed out in pleasure, and came.

The teenager's cock pulsed and spasmed before he launched out thick ropes of ivory seed into the thick grass. He pumped for several seconds before the load ended and he almost collapsed, chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. He was elated, he felt like he was made of sap warmed by the kiss of the gods... but then Philo murmured a bit in dismay. Bion weakly turned his head.

"What... What is it?" He asked.

"I forgot to aim your shaft at yourself, we didn't mark your scent at all... I suppose we'll just have to do it once more and get it right this time." Philo said. Bion was about to speak when the satyr hand resumed its work up and down on his shaft. Bion gasped and nearly fell to his knees. After orgasm his cock was impossibly sensitive, but somehow the satyr brought out another erection in him. Bion could do nothing to resist... he was at the satyr's mercy.

****

The third night of traveling had been one of ease and joy. The satyr and the human had spoken much. Bion had told Philo about working with weavers, carvers, painters and sculptors, about his schooling and his fishing. Philo had regalled the human with tales of midnight parties with fairies, wolves and even some of the gods themselves. The two had talked through the night and into the morning, traveling almost until mid day. In all that talking, Philo never took his eyes off of Bion... and the journey was leaving its imprint on the boy.

His skin had taken on olive tones as the sun brought out his natural tan, his brown hair getting a few lighter sun streaks. The hair on his arms had thickened a bit and stubble dotted his cheeks, making him look less like a boy and more like a man... but the one change that Philo had paid the most attention to came from the boy's groin. Ever since their double session the night before, Bion seemed to remain half hard all the time. Bion yawned gently, his pace slowing until he came to a stop, noticing a thick grove of trees with plenty of shade. He stretched a bit before nodding.

"Perhaps this is as good of a place as any to stop for our rest." Bion said, "Though I would have enjoyed a nice stream to refill my water pouch."

"Well, to satiate your thirst for the moment, why not have a few swallows of this?" Philo asked, pulling out a flask from a pouch on a belt that was nearly obscured beneath his fur. Bion's eyebrow arched.

"I thought you said your kind didn't prepare and just traveled..." Bion said, accepting the flask. He pulled out the stopper and tipped it back, but rather than water his tongue was met with sweet, earthy wine. His eyes went wide but he took a swallow, then two, then three before he pulled the flask from his mouth. A purple drop of wine rolled over his puffy bottom lip and then down his chin.

"Well, my flute and my flask are as much a part of me as my tail." Philo smirked, moving into the trees, his white tail quivering above his furry ass. Bion followed after the satyr, reaching down to adjust his pants a bit. His cock felt so full and heavy even when it was soft. It was almost empowering... and Bion knew he owed that to Philo.

"I never really got a chance to thank you... for last night, for guiding me, and now for the wine." Bion said.

"No thanks are necessary, it has been my pleasure..." Philo replied, sitting down against a log.

"I really mean it, if there's anything I can do to repay you..." Bion offered. Philo contemplated for a long moment.

"Well, there... just might be." Philo said.

"What is it?" Bion asked, kneeling before Philo.

"Well, as I said to you last night, repetition can be hard for one's sexuality... and my shaft knows my own hands too well. I was wondering if, perhaps, you could return the favor." Philo said. Bion was a bit surprised, but for some reason his shame and embarrassment from before didn't crop up. In fact, it seemed only fair. One good turn deserved another.

"Of course, it would be my honor master Satyr." Bion said with a smile. He set his pack aside and leaned forward, bringing his hands to the satyr's white furry sheath. His fingers drug through the soft wool, finding it amazingly nice to touch, almost like silk. He began to stroke up and down the coating, only to feel the skin beneath contract and shrink. The sheath pulled back from the head of the satyr's cock, the huge, round and wet meat pushing into open air. The musky scent wafted up, surrounding Bion. He was entranced by it, wondering if that was the scent that kept beasts from attacking them as they traveled... but he was also entranced by just how big Philo was.

Bion started to work the sheath more and more until it had bunched up at the base of the satyr's meat... and then Bion began the task of figuring out just how lone the satyr was. The teenager brought his elbow to rest just above Philo's cock at the base of his stomach. He balled his hand into a fist and laid his arm along the rod... and his fist stopped just short of the head of the cock. It was so very long, but as long as it was it was the girth that impressed Bion the most. He tried to bring both hands around the shaft, but his fingers wouldn't touch. It was enormous, hot, wet, and all male.

Bion began bringing his hands up and down on the satyr cock, feeling its long, veined length. He built up his speed and the pressure, looking at Philo for reassurance. Philo's eyes were clamped shut, the bearded satyr moaning softly. The moaning only encouraged Bion further and he worked harder and harder, his muscles flexing. Sweat beaded Bion's brow The minutes trailed on into a half an hour, then almost an hour... and yet Bion did not tire.

It almost seemed like a work of art to Bion. So big, so well formed, so detailed and divine. Bion was mesmerized by the satyr cock... and while Philo could have dragged it out forever, he knew he was playing a dangerous game. He had to secure the boy's loyalty, to win him over, to continue their journey together... so with that, he let himself orgasm. His massive balls quivered, his shaft pulsed and then it came... The thick, rich yellowed seed of the satyr. It sprayed out and his Bion in the face, soaking his curly brown hair and cheeks, spraying down his front. Bion coughed and sputtered.

"Bion, I am so very, very sorry!" Philo said, his eyes wide. Bion chuckled, wiping his face off a b it.

"No, no, its okay... Maybe your scent will be as good as mine for the next leg of the journey." He said. Philo chuckled at that, nodding happily, though deep down he was quite pleased at how things had turned out.

****

Bion and Philo had spent the next night of travel almost in silence, though each had a smile on their face. Bion hadn't felt so good in a very long time, at least spiritually. There was something so freeing about traveling, about being a part of nature... and he had a fantastic guide. Philo had shown him pathways only the animals used, bypassing major hazards and making the walk much easier... though the walk had taken them a fair distance from the road. They'd blazed through brush and trees before emerging within site of the road once more. The dawn sun was rising, casting a purple pink glow across the dirt road. Bion took a deep breath of the air, smelling the dew.

"Yet another problem free journey, thanks to you." Bion smiled, moving to sit down in the soft grass. He had to admit, though, that the journey was starting to take its toll. His feet were killing him. Bion slipped his sandals off and rubbed at his toes, grimacing at how thick his nails were getting. He'd been mistreating them, but surely he'd be able to go to a bath house and get cleaned up before he finished his business in town. As Bion rested, he unpacked his bag and set everything out for a meal before bed. He got his pan, his utensils, his olive oil... but there was nothing else but crumbs in his bag. Bion thought back to the last time he had eaten, he had used up every bit he had found. A sinking feeling hit Bion's stomach, and it wasn't just the lack of food. Philo's hand came down to rest on his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Philo asked gently.

"I was foolish... Incredibly foolish. I set out on a journey like this and spared no thought to the amount of resources needed. I am out of food..." Bion said, looking around, "Perhaps there is something around here I can forage for."

"Be at ease, young one... You don't want to use the last of what energy you have hunting. This is time to rest and prepare for sleep, or we won't be ready for the next leg of our trip." Philo said.

"That may be easy for you to say, you eat plants..." Bion muttered.

"Satyrs do not just eat plants and drink wine... There is another substance we eat, something to nourish us and give us strength." Philo explained.

"And do you have some?" Bion asked hopefully. Philo smirked.

"I always have some with me... and you almost sampled some last night. Unlike humans, our seed of life is very nourishing." Philo said. Bion stared at the satyr for a long moment before his eyes trailed down, looking at the massive cock. He was hesitant, but then he looked back up at Philo.

"It'll give me energy? Keep me going?" Bion asked.

"You'll have so much energy you won't care where you're going." Philo replied. Bion took another breath before he nodded, moving over, laying his legs over Philo's furry ones.

Once more Bion started to work at Philo's sheath, luring his huge cannon of a cock out of its hiding and once more he stroked the meat. This time, however, the white bearded satyr brought his own hands to join Bion's. The two worked that thick meat up and down, faster and harder, working it out a lot.

Philo gazed at Bion and what a fine, handsome man he was becoming. His stubble had grown in evenly over his face, connecting his would be mustache to a goatee and the rest of his beard. His hair was curlier than before, his body hair thicker, and most excitingly of all were the faint points to the ears.. though the slight swelling on the forehead pleased Philo to no end as well. He thrust into their four hands, feeling the embrace, his heart pulsating with desire and need.

For several moments that was enough, but being well aware that the seed was what Bion needed toe at, the teenager leaned down. His tongue began grazing the slit, his lips grazing the flesh. He kissed and sucked at the satyr's urethra before licking all over the broad curve. It was far too big of a member to go in his mouth, but Bion worshipped it the best he could. He tasted the musky shelf beneath the head, he tasted the shaft, the tip, and even went so far as to nuzzle the edge of the sheath.

Philo murmured in bliss at it, but he too remembered what Bion was after. His hand tangled in Bion's brown hair and brought him back to the tip. Bion salivated against the slit with no hesitation, especially as he felt the shaft pulse in his hands. There was a pressure against his lips, then a wall of warm wetness... and it blossomed into the most intense, salty, spicy flavor he had ever tasted.

Bion sat there with a mouth full of cum for a moment, but Philo's orgasm had only begun. It built up and leaked down Bion's mouth, soaking his chin. Some threatened to go up his nose and out his nostrils. He was being overwhelmed by it all, but at last he took a swallow. It went down his throat like velvet, settling in all warm and creamy... and the rumbling in his stomach ended. With a desire to fill his hunger and for the pleasure to continue, Bion took another gulp, then another and another. He tried to capture it all, though much more of the yellow flow dribbled down his chin.

As the teenager filled his belly with satyr sperm, the changes that had been developing so slowly from day to day started to speed up. The most prominent were the points to his ears, growing longer and taller. His hair grew out shaggier and curlier, his body hair thickened and his stiff toes started to stick together... but Bion didn't care. He merely drank his fill, sucking the cum down.

Thick strands of brown hair pushed out of his cum soaked chin like summer wheat rising from the soil. The hair pushed out and down, thickening and growing longer, blending together into a fine goatee that stood out from the rest of his stubble beard. Everywhere the cum had gone, he had the fine tuft of a satyr male... but his stomach was still human. Before long it reached its capacity. Bion was stuffed. He pulled back, inadvertently getting showered in the spunk before Philo's load subsided.

Bion sat there for a long moment, panting, feeling quite glorious... and then he felt his own orgasm take place without even touching it. His pants soon grew wet, the wet spot spreading quickly. Bion leaned back and moaned gently, bringing a hand to rest on his stomach.

"That... was surprisingly good. I'm going to have to keep that in mind in the future." Bion smirked. Philo reached over to ruffle his hair.

"Well, you've had your meal... It is time to sleep now." Philo said. Bion nodded gently and tried to get comfortable. He laid out on the grass, reclining onto his back. After a few moments of that, however, he turned and laid on his side, then his other side before grunting. Philo looked up from where he was getting situated, rising an eyebrow.

"I... can't get comfortable." Bion admitted. Philo smirked at that and patted his wooly leg.

"Use me as a pillow." He said. Bion smiled softly at that and moved over, laying on his beck, bringing his head to rest on the furry legs of the satyr. He smiled softly, truly feeling better there. His eyes drifted shut and Bion started to drift to sleep, but Philo wasn't done.

The satyr reached to his hip and dug through the fur before he brought out his hand carved pan pipe. The instrument was meticulously cared for, the tubes well maintained. The satyr brought the pipes to his lips before he began to play. The clearing filled with a melodic peace, a musical embrace that wrapped around Bion. He felt himself fall asleep faster and deeper than he ever had before. His body went limp, his muscles relaxed. There was absolutely nothing that had ever given him so much rest.

Before long Bion was fast asleep, the music entertaining his very soul. Philo played for the teenager, a song of bonding, of lust and fertility, of joy and peace... and for traveling. It had been a long time since he had traveled with another satyr, but it wasn't going to be much longer. Philo smiled, watching Bion sleep, his cock continuing to drip and dribble his seed.

****

Bion murmured and smiled in his sleep, dreaming of brilliant sunsets, parties, food and drink, music... and fun times. He dreamed about masturbating publically, openly, not caring about anything. He dreamed that his friends joined in with him, that it was embraced... and then he got a mouth full of fur. Bion coughed a bit before his eyes opened, his brain still swimming with sleep. His groin was a little sore and very stiff. Bion realized that he'd been humping the ground in his sleep. He blushed a bit but sat up, beads of sweat stuck to his hairy chest. His nipples were thicker and wider, his pecs fuller, his body further refined... but all he saw was Philo sitting there. Bion bit his lip a bit.

"Sorry I fell asleep on you last night." Bion apologized.

"No, that's quite alright. That's what we were hoping for after all. You needed your rest if we were to travel further tonight." Philo said with a caring smile. Bion blushed a bit and sat up, the tent in his pants coming all the way up to his belly button.

"I... Well, I mean-" Bion paused. Philo said nothing, letting the human work his way through his thoughts. At last Bion seemed to put his urges into words, "Do you think we're going too fast? Pushing ourselves too hard? Do we need a day to rest?" Bion asked.

"Well, you have been walking for five days now... One day's rest wouldn't hurt." Philo nodded gently, suppressing the immense smile he felt like revealing. Bion grinned at that, though his mind was still troubled.

"A... And could you teach me more about... how Satyrs do things?" Bion asked, looking to Philo with a hunger in his eyes. Philo's heart fluttered, as did his small white tail. Was it time at last?

"What do you want to know?" Philo whispered.

"Everything... How you pass the time, how you make things feel so good, how you-" Bion was interrupted as a finger came to his lips.

"Satyrs spend their lives driven by instinct. Do not ask any more questions, simply do what you feel is right... Like this." Philo said before he leaned forward, bringing his lips to Bion's. Bion melted into the kiss. He did not think of Theodora, or even the fact that he had been straight. All he knew was that this felt good, it felt right. His lips parted and he admitted Philo's tongue into his mouth, sucking on it, feeling the older satyr's beard around his lips, wondering if one day he would have a beard like that of his own. He didn't realize his own brown goatee was as long as Philo's already.

The two kissed and Philo leaned the human back onto the ground, his hands roaming the teenager's body, following every contour and every shape. The satyr's experienced hands drifted down, fingers looping under the edge of his pants before he drew them down. Bion's ass cheeks had grown puffy, a light dusting of invisible hair covering them. It was a start, but his ass still seemed so virgin to the satyr. Philo's hand caressed the round cheek before a finger found its way to the tight pucker. He circled it, teased it, and then began to push in.

Bion inhaled a bit in surprise, his eyes wide. He gazed at the satyr, but Philo had such a compassionate, caring, protective look in his eyes. Bion couldn't resist. His back arched as the finger slid into him, spreading him wider. It was the first time anything had entered him from there. Philo began moving his finger forward and back, in and out, getting Bion used to it... and then Philo's other hand moved to Bion's groin.

After drinking satyr cum, Bion had been hard all night. His cock had remained swollen for hours. It would have been dangerous if his physiology had remained unchanged, but he was showing ever more satyr traits... and his cock was no exception. Bion's bloated cock had grown much, much wider... so wide, in fact, that it was just as thick as it was long. His groin was dominated by his short girth, the shaft so thick and ample. Philo knew it would grow much, much longer. All it needed was a bit of encouragement.

Bion moaned softly as the hand began stroking his shaft, feeling the unfamiliar sensation of his foreskin slipping way forward and way back... It was loose and strange, revealing sensitive red flesh beneath. Philo stroked Bion faster and harder, continuing to pump his finger in and out of the young man, his eyes becoming almost frantic. He felt like a sculptor revealing the artwork in the clay, watching as Bion's foreskin retracted all the way to the base of his cock, his first sheath... and his cock began to swell, pushing outward, growing inch by inch.

Philo worked the boy's cock, watching it stretch to ten inches, then twelve, then fourteen. It grew and it grew, but the changes were moving over him more and more. The boy's ass cheeks pulled apart as if to give Bion's hand more room. The satyr complied by adding another finger, sliding both in and out of the young man's ass. Bion panted and groaned sharply at that, his head tipping back. The flesh above the ass wriggled and stretched as his tail bone began growing out, curving away from the body and moving with new muscle.

The tail wriggled and shifted as brown stubble grew out over it, growing thicker and softer until the almost entirely human boy had a goat tail... and with that there, everything else had reached the tipping point. The invisible hair on his ass turned brown, his crotch fur got thicker, his leg hair began pushing out and becoming denser. The brown hair was becoming fur all over his lower extremities. It darkened and thickened into a fine coating, but even that was just the start.

The stiffness in Bion's feet reached tantamount. His toes ached and throbbed as the bones stiffened, but it was the tingling flesh that did all the work. His toes were pulled together, his toenails thickened and as each foot became a wedge of flesh, the nails spread out like mollases, oozing together and rehardening into hooves. Bion's knees popped and his ankles shifted, his legs working around. The fur got thicker and thicker, all human flesh beneath the waist disappearing, closing in on his groin.

The brown fur grew up over his balls, nearly making them disappear before it took root in his sheath. The former foreskin had become so stretchy and retractable, now it was fuzzy and soft. Only his hard, achingly pinkish red cock was hairless, stretching out almost twenty inches from his groin. Philo had watched every detail change, but he was ready for more. He took a hold of Bion's goat legs and began lifting them up, exposing his ass and his quivering tail hole. Bion was so elated that he hadn't even fully comprehended the changes, not until he felt the massive, inhumanly large shaft brushing his hole. His eyes widened.

"Philo, you're too big, I can't, you'll kill me, its impossible!" Bion panted.

"Nothing's impossible." Philo said. The satyr was so horny his cock was oozing precum all over the hole, and using that as lube, he began to push in. Bion's ring began to spread, stretching and dialating, opening up wider and wider. Bion's eyes rolled into the back of his head as the satyr pushed in harder and harder, spreading him. Bion's hips felt almost as if they were reshaping, curving out, making more room. He felt the huge satyr head pop into him, the largest obstacle clear... and then Philo thrust.

Inches of cock speared into Bion, curving through his intestines until his stomach rounded. Bion flailed in shock and pleasure, a wave of delight hitting him. His limbs were like wet noodles as he flopped on the ground. Philo got in a bit more before he pulled back and thrust again. Bion's heart skipped a beat. Philo began moving back and forth, ensuring Bion was stretched nice and wide around him. He fucked the boy's ass as gentle as he knew how, using both hands to wrap around Bion's huge member.

Bion felt like he was going numb from pleasure and shock, his ass so full and his cock so hard. Two hands worked his meat as he surpassed two feet long and a foot wide. When he had met Philo he had considered the satyr's member to be freakish, unseamly, shocking and unnatural... but now he knew it was a gift from the gods, a pleasure unlike any other. He loved his giant cock and wanted it to be as big as Philo's. Bion's mind was fractured on the concept, debating with itself if he really was that big. Had he always been that big? Had something happened? Nothing made sense anymore, nothing except how wonderful Philo's body felt against him.

Philo fucked Bion harder and deeper as he felt the teen adjust to him, grunting and moaning. He took one hand from Bion's cock to reach and pinch his nipple, giving it a good tug and a twist. Bion squirmed and whimpered more in pleasure. It all seemed to be working. Philo grinned wide, taking his hand next to curl around Bion's goatee, pulling on the brown tuft. Bion tilted his head back and let out a sound he had never made before... He bleated.

Bion continued to writhe and bleat and make all manner of noises. His ears stretched fuller into points, his skin grew more olive toned, his hair got shaggier... and the bumps on his head got worse. The swelling increased, the flesh got tender and red. He was close now... He was right on the verge. Philo kept fucking Bion hard but he leaned down and kissed the teenager, plunging his tongue into his mouth just as he filled the boy's ass with his cock... and in that moment, Philo came.

The hot, thick rush was welcomed by Bion's body. It filled his intestines, his stomach, it nourished and enriched him... and it pushed him over the head. Two tiny drops of blood emerged form his forehead as his horns pushed out, curving upward slowly into small faun nubs. Bion's orange sized balls quivered, his gigantic cock pulsed and then he too came. Philo broke the kiss and leaned back, watching the last of Bion's ivory human cum spray out before thickening into the rick and wild cum of a satyr. Philo moaned loudly. He had done it, he had created another of his kind... and he was glorious.

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The sound of four hooves coming down on the rocky path echoed ahead and behind of the travelers, but it wasn't an even pattern like that of a horse. The two satyrs continued on their way, but they circled each other, darted to and fro and generally played. Bion had a grin so large it stretched from pointed ear to pointed ear, his curly brown hair nearly obscuring his eyes as he lunged, trying to give Philo's huge cock a few strokes before he darted away again. Philo merely chuckled. Fauns were always so playful.

They had been walking for a few hours, passing the time by tweaking each other's nipples, keeping each other hard. They'd walked for miles with their cocks out and not a care in the world. While Bion was the most energetic, Philo felt the trickster and the playful spirit in himself. As Bion moved in for another few playful strokes, the white furred satyr grabbed Bion and pulled him in, the hand grinding him to his crotch.

Bion's face was buried in the musky fur. Bion fell to his knees, forgetting his game as he filled his lungs with Philo's scent. He loved the smell of the musky crotch fur, of his lover. It was divine. Bion reached up, plunging his finger into Philo's tail hole without warning. Philo clenched his ass, giving the finger a few squeezes before he pulled himself free and jogged up ahead, laughing to himself. Bion struggled to his feet and chased after.

Philo rounded the curve of the road, slowing as he came to a fork in the path. He came to a stop and that gave Bion the chance to catch up. Bion put an arm around Philo's furry ass, looking around to see why they had stopped. There was a sign post at the fork, pointing two directions. Even without the sign post, it was clear to see a city dotting the landscape up ahead. There were buildings and houses, the smell of a blacksmith working away... and to the left was nothing but forest. The sign indicated as much.

"It seems our journey has almost come to an end." Philo said, his blue eyes turning to look at Bion. Bion smiled at that, his tail quivering.

"You're right... Let's go home. I want to cuddle and stuff myself with food and wine and sleep for a week!" Bion said, turning his back on the city that Theodora lived in, jogging toward the tree line. A dozen feet ahead or so, he turned around and crossed his hairy arms, "Are you coming?" he asked. The sunlight glinted off of his horns, the sweet summer breeze blew through his long goatee and Philo felt as if he might swoon.

"Coming, my love!" Philo said, moving to catch up to the faun. The two fell into step, side by side, leaving the city behind as they left the path and moved into the forest. Bion had no regrets. He no longer remembered enough to regret. He knew nothing but the pleasure of being a satyr, the love of men and the love of having an enormous cock. The two disappeared into the woods that day, but they were not the last... For whenever a satyr offers to be your travel companion, your destination may not stay the same.