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Satyr Sleepover

Written by Leo_Todrius and Trickster_D

It had been a long, lingering and lazy afternoon. Spring had given way to summer and an oppressive heat wave had come with it. People were sleeping in longer in the mornings and staying up later at night. Air conditioners were running constantly and the pavement looked like a molten sea of tar. Despite the heat, Ryder's house was an oasis, a calm and quiet place protected from the elements. The curtains were drawn, the lights were off and a vague, diffused light spread in from outside, giving the place a dull cream colored glow to pass the afternoon hours.

Lying on the living room sofa with only a pair of bright red boxers on, Ryder was snoring peacefully, enjoying an afternoon siesta undisturbed by the scorching hot weather; despite being nineteen, his boyish look and smooth body and face made him look at least a couple years younger. His caramel skin was unblemished, and his straight, shoulder-length black hair silky; the only tiny sign of rebellion he sported was a small pair of golden earrings that encircled his lobes and that were the perfect completion to his complexion.

The young man was clearly having a very good dream: he was sporting a dopey grin on his face, a trickle of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth; what was more, a hard seven-inches erection was pressing against his crimson boxers like an oversized japaleno. Deep in his slumber, Ryder scratched one of his small pecs and a dark and moist flower bloomed on his underwear where some pre had just stained the fabric.

It was the perfect rest, innocent, carefree and tinged with lust. The fantasy likely would have continued on for several hours, at least if it wasn't destined to be interrupted. Outside the house, coming up the sidewalk, was another teenager. Like Ryder he was nineteen, but in many other ways he was quite different. Sage had sun bleached blond hair knotted into thick and voluminous dreadlocks, kept in check by a red and black bandanna tied over the top of his head. His ears were faintly pointed, his eyes were the color of honey and a seven inch long braided goatee hung from his chin.

Sage's shoulders were lean and exposed, the young man wearing only a loose gray tank top. He had a few curls of hair covering his well tanned chest, but those few curls grew thicker and thicker as they approached his waist. What set Sage apart from many of the young men in the neighborhood was the fact that he was a satyr. His human torso ended at the waistline of his khaki cargo shorts and furry blond satyr legs extended beyond, his hooves clomping down the sidewalk. Even Sage's short, black horns were obscured beneath his headband.

The satyr felt a little like he was walking with his tail tucked between his legs. The bag slung over his shoulder held his toothbrush, cell phone and charger and a few choice snacks... but that was all he'd had time to grab. The fighting at his house had reached a feverish pitch and he couldn't stand his parents anymore. Thankfully he had friends, friends that could take him in during his time of need. Sage stepped off the sidewalk and bounded across the lawn, coming up to Ryder's door. He reached up and gave it an energetic knock, a broad smile crossing his lips in anticipation.

The human boy jolted, suddenly ripped from his peaceful and horny rest; he blinked his green eyes a couple of times, scratched his flat but unremarkable belly and then mumbled a "Comin'..." with a still sleepy voice. He looked around, trying to find something to wear: the white wife-beater he had been donning before he had decided to take a nap was rolled into a bumpy ball over the coffee table nearby, and Ryder put it on quickly before rushing towards the door and opening it.

"Oh, hey, man!" he exclaimed when he noticed one of his best friend; a happy grin made his face shine as he stepped aside to let Sage in. "What's up?"

"Uh, well, some drama at home I guess." The satyr said, reaching over his shoulder to scratch at his back with brown fingernails, "I was wondering if I could like... uh, crash at your place - for like a night?" Sage asked uncertainly. Ryder nodded almost immediately.

"Of course you can!" he exclaimed, closing the door before the hot could seep in and ruin the delightful freshness of his house. "My parents are out of town for the whole weekend; and you can stay as long as you want anyway... I mean, since Marcia got married we have a spare room no one actually uses, so..." The young man shrugged. "Make yourself at home!"

"You guys got a spare room? That's... wow. I mean, back home I usually have to share with my brother River." Sage smirked, "It'll be weird being by myself." he considered before pausing, "How long ago did Marcia move out?" Ryder scratched the back of his head.

"Let's see... Five months ago, maybe? And don't worry, we changed the bed sheets and everything, it's not like everything is pink or something like that," he added with a small chuckle; he then pointed at the big sofa, right in front of a 42'' plasma TV screen. "So... Wanna sit down? Watch some TV, maybe? Or we can play with some VGs, I bought a PS4 last Thursday."

"Oh dude, do you have 'Soul Forge: Reckoning'?" Sage asked in excitement, moving to plop himself down right onto the couch, dropping his bag next to it. Ryder fetched a couple of controllers and turned on the console.

"Yep! It's awesome, but all the reviews said it's even better when played in co-op," the human explained while tossing one of the Dualshocks to the satyr. "Come on, let's kick some virtual asses!"

"I love asses..." Sage murmured happily under his breath, waiting for Ryder to sit down before they loaded up the game and began their afternoon long game session.

****

The hot day had left its place to a calm and warm evening, and then to one of those nights where people would be perfectly comfortable in just sleeping outside, watched by the stars above. Nevertheless, Ryder was snoring in his room, still wearing the same pair of crimson red boxers and nothing else... And, exactly like before, they were betraying his hard-on.

He and Sage had had a hilarious afternoon playing with Soul Forge; after the gaming session they ordered some Chinese food and watched a horror movie marathon; despite all the serial killers and the jump scares he had witnessed in the past few hours, however, Ryder was having another of his decidedly NC-17 dreams. His head turned left and right, as if he was searching for something while still keeping his eyes closed, and soft moans escaped from his lips from time to time.

The hot day and warm night had offset everyone's sleep schedule, Sage's included... but being in a strange environment didn't help either. Even with the changes to Marcia's room, it still smelled like it belonged to a girl. Sage had finally given up and came trudging down the hallway with a pillow tucked under his arm. He hoped he'd be able to just sneak into Ryder's room and curl up on the floor.

With careful concentration, Sage turned the door knob slowly and eased the door open. A soft wave of coolness from the air conditioner hit the satyr, but there were no other disruptions. Sage squeezed in and shut the door ever so softly behind him. Sage started smiling, feeling as though he was going to get away with it... but then something happened.

Sage's nostrils flared as he inhaled, a salty, musky scent hitting him. A drop of drool escaped from the corner of Sage's lips as he turned, looking at Ryder... and his very present erection. The pillow fell from Sage's arm as he gazed at his best friend, slowly starting to lick his lips.

Still deep into his blissful dreams, Ryder didn't notice the arrival of the satyr; as Sage stared at him, however, his lips uttered a distinct "Ooh, yes...", as if he was inviting his friend to come closer... and do much more, maybe. Sage slowly crept over to the bed and reached down, using nimble fingers to unhook the button on his best friend's boxers. Unrestrained, the boxer fabric split and a long, caramel colored shaft slid out of the fly. Sage shuddered as if he was in heaven.

Wet, plump lips began sliding over the aroused shaft, nearly popping around the mushroom shaped head before coming down lower. The manhood was embraced by a long silky tongue, soft cheeks and even a spongy back to the satyr's throat. Sage started to bob his head up and down, feeling like he was about to get the best midnight snack in months.

Despite the fact that his friend was sucking his dick, Ryder still didn't wake up; his sleep indeed became restless, his moaning and groaning more intense. One of his hands even started caressing and rubbing his light brown nipples, but he never opened his eyes... To him, dream and reality had just become the very same thing, at least when it came to sexual stimulation.

Sage grew more emboldened and slowly climbed onto the bed. Soon Ryder had the added sensation of bushy blond satyr hair sliding up and down across his balls, Sage's goatee hanging far down from his chin as he sucked off the human's cock, his tongue teasing the urethra.

Ryder's night vision, meanwhile, kept evolving according to the external stimuli he was receiving... And not exactly in the way he had expected. Why did the busty red-headed chick that had been pleasuring him suddenly have a goatee, for example? And had her face always looked that... masculine? Inside his own dream, the human realized that the fact wasn't really that important: he was getting the best imaginary blowjob he had ever had, and he couldn't care less about who or what was sucking him.

Sage kept sucking and sucking, but instinct was taking over. He was becoming less careful. His hands migrated up to twist and pinch and tease Ryder's nipples even as the satyr tilted his head and took the cock down his throat. Undulating muscles massaged Ryder's length as saliva kept it lubricated. That kind of stimulation was too strong not to break the fragile barrier of sleep, and Ryder's eyes snapped open before his mouth let out a deep, loud moan.

"F-fuck..." he murmured. He still hadn't realized that his wet dream was over, because the blowjob was still going on... and since he didn't have a girlfriend, that was actually impossible, right? With each suck and slurp Sage was growing more aroused himself. Unlike Ryder, he slept in the nude. His horns and his arousal were on full display. His deer like tail wiggled above his ass, his shaft extended inch after inch and his nipples were pert. He deep throated Ryder suddenly, taking the cock all the way down until his faun face was squished into the human's groin, begging for the bountiful seed locked away; finally, however, the human realized that what was happening to him - and especially to his dick - was damn real: the last remnants of dream trapped inside his brain dissipated in a moment, and his green eyes went wide in shock.

"W-WHAT THE HELL, MAN?!" he shouted, staring at Sage in abject horror. He sat on his bed and tried to crawl back, but the weight of the satyr was pinning his body against the mattress. Sage pulled back slowly, though a long string of semen clung to his goatee, looking almost like another hair braided into it all.

"Sorry dude, you looked so pent up, I wanted to help..." Sage murmured, licking his lips clean. Ryder took a deep, sonorous breath, trying to calm himself down; he was shocked and confused by what had just happened even though - that was something he couldn't possibly deny - it had felt really damn good.

"You know how you could've helped me, Sage? By NOT SUCKING MY DICK," Ryder exclaimed in a suddenly enraged tone. He had let his friend sleep in his house and that was the way the satyr was repaying him? By sneaking inside his room and doing naughty stuff with his body while he was asleep?

"I'm... I'm sorry this upsets you Ryder, I'll... I'll get my stuff and go sleep in the park. I just... got carried away. Human rules are so different." Sage said, looking crestfallen. He climbed off the bed and turned to move for the door. Ryder stared at the naked back of his friend - but carefully avoided to look at his butt - and felt the sudden pang of remorse and guilt stabbing his heart.

"N-no, don't... don't go, Sage. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scream at you. Please?" he said in a sincerely apologetic tone. He sat on his bed and shook his head. "It's just that... It's... so sudden..." Sage stopped, half way out of the room, peeking back through the gap in the door, one hand curled around the frame.

"So if... I had taken it slower?" Sage asked curiously. Ryder gulped down, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable knot stuck in his throat, and shook his head again.

I... I don't know, okay?" he blurted out in a defensive tone. "I mean, I like girls, I'm pretty sure of that, but... other boys? Man, I don't know. I mean, you're cool and handsome and all, and you satyrs are great, but..." His head slumped between his shoulders, before he gazed at Sage through the curtain of his hair. "D-do you... do you like me that way, Sage? Or did you just want to suck my dick?"

"Dude, you've been my best friend for over half my life... I like you in every way. I mean, if you want me to be your wingman we can totally get you laid... Though it's always easier as a satyr." Sage smirked; Ryder smiled back, a weak but hopeful expression on his lips.

"W-well, maybe... Oh, fuck, I guess there's no hurt to try, right? But in case I don't feel like it, will you promise to stop immediately the second I ask you to?" he asked the satyr with flushed cheeks. "A-and yeah... Let's take things slower, please. C-come and sit here," the human patted on the mattress next to him. Sage moved over and sat down gently on the edge of the bed, smiling at his friend.

"So, where do you want to start?" Sage asked in a friendly way, clearly not trying to pressure things. Ryder nervously cleared his throat, his fingers twitching one against the others.

"U-um... I dunno, man... I-it's my first time d-doing it with another man..." he coughed a couple of times, then he raised his head a bit. "I think... w-we should start with a... a k-k-kiss, maybe?"

"Oh good, that's one of my best features." Sage grinned softly, "Do you want to start, or should I?" he whispered. Ryder didn't reply with words: he leaned forward ever so slowly, his head slightly tilted, until his trembling lips brushed against those of the satyr. He could feel the facial hair of his friend brushing against his smooth skin, and the persistent smell of his own semen coming from his lips; he felt strange, a bit uncomfortable... but also strangely excited, in a way he had never felt before in his life.

Sage's kissing was gentle but determined, careful but focused. It lacked the loose, almost aimless kissing Ryder had shared with girls and instead had a strangely potent masculinity to it... It was almost like a cooperation, team work, like they were trying to accomplish something with their locking lips. Ryder raised his hands, this time moving with less awkwardness and more self-confidence, and started caressing the sides of Sage's face, his thick hair and pointed ears. It felt good and almost natural to share something so deeply intimate with someone he had known for years... as if that was the natural evolution of their relationship, somewhat. Pushing him gently without breaking the kiss, Ryder invited Sage to lie on the mattress, his young and smooth body conforming against that of the satyr, bigger and more virile and experienced.

The satyr tried to reign in his urges, to keep them in check, but Ryder was so damned attractive. He kept the kiss going, their saliva swapping, feeling the heat of the human's body. Sage wanted so badly to hump against the human until they were both bathed in semen, but he had to keep it slow... If he was lucky, Ryder would want to do this more often. After some minutes, Ryder broke the kiss - albeit reluctantly - and stared at the satyr's face with a bashful expression.

"I feel... I feel so bad now," he murmured. "You j-just wanted to show me this, and yet I screamed at you... I'm so sorry, man."

"It's all good... We got here in the end." Sage whispered with a grin, breaking the kiss, moving to start kissing on Ryder's neck. The human boy moaned in feeling the plump lips of his friend teasing his sensitive skin.

"T-this is so wonderful... You are wonderful, Sage," he confessed, looking down at him.

"We can do anything you want, Ryder... I'm like your sex genie." Sage chuckled before he resumed kissing and sucking, slowly drawing blood to the surface, marking his best friend. Ryder bit his lips, looking even more innocent and vulnerable as he did so.

"I... Everything is going so fast... I mean, until a couple of minutes ago I couldn't even realize how hot and sexy you are..." he whispered. "I d-don't know anything about doing it with another man, so... My wish is for you to guide me, my horny genie. Show me how good gay sex can be, please."

"Well, I am very much a man, but I'm also a satyr... So sex is going to be great, but we have to be a bit careful. I can suck you off, you can fuck me as much as you want, but if we reverse... Well, you might become more than just horny." Sage admitted softly, nuzzling Ryder's neck. The human hugged him even closer, trembling gently.

"Y-you mean..." he murmured. "Is it true, what they say? That your species can turn humans into satyrs?"

"Oh yeah... My oldest brother turned three of his first boyfriends into satyrs until my mom told him to get things in check and settle down." Sage smirked softly, "But we can be careful, I promise we won't do anything you don't want." Sage said, a hand drifting to start groping Ryder. The human arched his back like a big cat, his fingers relaxing and contracting rhythmically.

"A-and it's permanent? Or is it like an STD, something that wears off with time?" he asked in a curious voice.

"Well, there are mages in the mountains that can reverse it, but otherwise... you'd be stuck being like me." Sage said, groping a bit harder, palming the sensitive flesh of his friend, "Horny, well endowed, attractive to all genders... irresistible." Sage said, aware that he wasn't playing fair at this point. Ryder groaned and moaned under the expert touch of the satyr's fingers.

"T-that's... unfair," he whispered, tears of bliss and impotence swelling up in his eyes. "W-why are you teasing me like that?"

"I'm sorry, dude... It was just a joke, I mean... Can't you tell you're already attractive to everybody? You're so damn sexy and hot... I had to keep Marco DelRay from going after you in gym class..." Sage said, feeling awful for making Ryder feel bad. The human couldn't help but chuckle.

"Marco? Seriously?! Are you talking about the same Marco DelRay I know? The biggest guy in the whole school?"

"Six foot two, had a five o'clock shadow by fifth grade, total bottom slut? Yeah, same guy. I promise you he doesn't know how to go slow, though." Sage admitted, "So yeah, sorry, bad joke. You're totally candy for everybody." Ryder extended his pink, moist tongue and gave a tentative lick to one of Sage's hard, dark horns, before shivering in pleasure. Sage, however, moaned a bit as a few drops of pre escaped from his cock at the lick.

"B-but... I'm just speaking hypothetically, but... Let's say I accept your offer. W-will it hurt?"

"Are you kidding? It feels amazing, like a full body erection." Sage murmured. Ryder sighed: he had never been so conflicted in his life. Was he really ready to leave his old human self behind and become a member of a completely new species? And would his parents and his family be able to accept a satyr son? He shook his head, trying to think more clearly: after all, there were spell that could reverse the change in case he didn't feel like going around with horns and hooves, right? Money wasn't a problem for his family, so he was sure he could afford the magical treatment...

"O-okay," he finally murmured. "I... I... M-make me a satyr, Sage. This is my wish."

"How do you want to do it? Do you want me to ride you, Ryder, or do you want to drink down my seed like a potion?" Sage whispered, moving to lick Ryder's smooth chin. The human trembled in pure joy: he felt like clay under the expert hands of the satyr, ready to be reshaped as he wanted.

"W-what do you think will give me the most pleasure?" he finally dared to ask.

"Me filling you from behind prolongs the change, lets you sink deeper into every pleasure... makes it more memorable." Sage explained. Ryder replied with an almost manic grin, before flopping like a fish and turning around on his belly, his soft and smooth caramel ass exposed. Sage chuckled at that, raising an eyebrow, "Are you sure you haven't done this before? I mean, that ass... You've got it in the perfect position." Sage purred, moving to come up behind the human. Soon Ryder felt something quite unfamiliar, the heat and heft of another man's manhood resting across the top of one butt cheek; he sighed and turned his head around.

"D-do you think I am a slut?" he asked in quite the somber tone. "I mean, until some minutes ago I was screaming at you and now I want you to fuck me in the ass and turn me into a satyr..." His caramel colored cheeks got a bit redder, as he lowered his green eyes. "A-although... K-kissing you, touching you, it felt... it felt so good and so right at the same time, Sage." The human boy shook his head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to kill the mood."

"I think you're just being a great friend, but I wouldn't mind if one day you became a slut. That's up to you though." Sage grinned, moving to nip at Ryder's neck playfully, shifting his hips slowly so his large satyr cock rested between the human's ass cheeks like a hot dog in a bun; the human clenched his butt, almost instinctively.

"I-in your experience... I mean, considering your brother's ex-boyfriends... Does changing into a satyr usually changes someone's personality, too?" Ryder asked. Sage considered that for a long moment, sliding his cock up and down.

"In some ways yes... I mean, everyone has to adapt to changes in their body. Every time we grow, become more or less fit, we have to adjust. When they became endowed like satyrs, equipped like satyrs... I guess it made most of them more confident." Sage said, reaching around Ryder to start rubbing at one of his nipples. Underneath him, the human boy shivered, and a couple of drops of pre fell from the mushroom-shaped head of his dick right on the mattress.

"A-are you using your satyr magic?" he asked in a feeble voice. "They have never been so sensitive..." He moaned, nuzzling his head against his best friend's neck; he paused for a moment, and his cute face showed a pensive look. "When I'm a satyr too... Will you teach me everything I should know about your kind, right?"

"I'll teach you everything I know, but... there's no satyr magic. What you're feeling is just the thrill of giving in." Sage smirked softly, pinching the nipples harder, moving his hips so the head of his shaft lined up with Ryder's virgin hole; the human let out a blissful sigh and could feel his body relaxing as the air was expelled from his lungs, his muscles unclenching. His hands cupped around Sage's, as if he too had the sudden desire to twist and tease his own nipples.

"Feels so good... Please, don't stop..." he pleaded the satyr, his voice nothing but a whisper full of lust and need. With that request, Sage began. The dreadlocked satyr pushed forward, prying Ryder's hole wider open. There was a soft, hot rush of seed that slicked around the head of Sage's shaft before he pushed forward again. What had started as an uncomfortable spreading sensation had become something far better, the presence, the pressure of someone with Ryder, inside him.

Sage gently pushed forward, deeper and deeper, pinching the nipples before him to try and heighten the situation. Ryder squirmed, feeling his friend's dick penetrating him inch after inch: he knew there was no going back now, and that thought only made him feel hornier; his butt started pushing outwards, as if he was trying to invite the satyr to plunge even deeper.

"Oh m-my god... I thought it was gonna hurt, at least a bit, but... It feels so good..." he murmured, sweat trickling in warm rivulets down his forehead. He didn't know if the pleasure was too much to cancel the pain or whatever, but the only thing he could feel was pure bliss, and nothing more. Sage merely grinned and pushed in deeper, slowly impaling Ryder on his large manhood. The satyr leaned forward and began nibbling at the back of Ryder's neck before for the first time he pulled his hips back, nearly sliding out of the human.

Sage remained where he was just long enough to make Ryder miss the cock inside him and then thrust back in, deeper than before. The human groaned in displeasure when he felt his butt empty all of a sudden, and squealed in happiness when the dick was inside him back again: even if they had merely started, he was enjoying the sensation of having someone fucking his ass so much. Damn, this is fucking intense, much more than straight sex! he thought, drool dribbling from his lower lip. I should have tried it much earlier!

As Ryder writhed in bliss, Sage got more and more into it. His thrusts were faster and deeper. Soon the impact of his groin to the human's ass was enough to send the bed shaking. Sage loved how happy he was making Ryder and he loved how wonderfully tight the human was for the moment. Sage was practically drooling on his own out of pure appreciation. The human meanwhile had basically stopped thinking altogether, everything inside him focused on getting the maximum amount of pleasure from the wonderful experience he was having: his rock-hard dick was sandwiched between his body and the mattress, and the friction itself was proving more than enough to bring him dangerously close to an orgasm of his own.

"Oh Ryder, you're amazing... So masculine, so sexy, so perfect." Sage whispered, slamming into that ass hard enough that their balls nearly swung together. Sage's movements were intricate, careful, specific. Every deft twitch of muscle was trying to bring Ryder to the edge, to send him careening into bliss. Despite being so difficult for him to focus, the boy managed to smirk.

"P-please... I'm nothing compared to how virile and handsome you are, Sage..." he murmured. The constant stimulation of his prostate and his nipples was proving to be too hard to sustain for an extended period of time, and he felt closer and closer to the inevitable climax one second after the other. Sage grinned softly and closed his eyes. His cock, lodged deep inside Ryder began to pump its seed. Spray after spray, the thick cream was moving into Ryder, getting churned by the moving cock.

"Trust me, you're amazing, Ryder..." Sage whispered. As the heat spread from the human's loins, his shaft began to quiver and pulse before it felt oddly like it was tightening again, as if it was soft and becoming erect... for the second time. His orgasm felt like it was being stretched just out of reach again as his rock hard cock became ironclad, stiffer and harder... and soon longer than before. The shaft stretched outward, elongating and thickening, catching more friction against the mattress. The human boy groaned, sounding only slightly deeper, but enough to be noticeable; he could feel his body tingle, a warm and diffuse sensation that was like a cocoon wrapped loosely around his limbs and torso.

"I'm... p-pretty sure I'll be even more amazing soon," Ryder said with newfound confidence. He could feel his body metabolize the semen that had been spilled inside him, absorbing it and its amazing, life-changing power. Sage grinned at that and kept going, his cock churning the cum in Ryder like butter. Each pump seemed to build up the pressure like an inflating balloon. Ryder felt its effects everywhere, even in odd ways. Ever so slowly the human's hips began expanding wider, rounding softly as hundreds of new hairs began pushing out of the skin across his ass. His leg hair was growing longer and softer as well, but the most distinct pressure came from his head.

It started as a vague, indistinct stiffness, but it was growing more intense. It felt like two tiny headaches, focused near the front of his forehead. Lumps were forming beneath the skin, skin that was getting stretched tighter and tighter; Ryder brought a hand to his head - a hand whose fingernails were getting slightly darker - and winced in dull pain.

"The horns...?" he mumbled. Well, of course... He was becoming a satyr, after all. He was pretty sure they were going to be one of the last things to appear, the finishing touch to signal the end of his transformation. A small, crooked grin appeared on his lips: in a way, he was happy that the horns were going to be one of the very first things to appear... The definitive proof of his own new species, his new destiny.

Every time Sage slammed into Ryder, the impact sent the human's package swinging. His cock flopped around, his balls slapped back and forth, and both grew. His balls were swelling, the sack distending, pubic hair spreading all over the flesh before it softened and lengthened into fur. His cock had to be at least a foot long now and it was still growing. While so much of Ryder was growing, though, a few other parts were shrinking. What little fat he had seemed to be dissolving, revealing more of the muscles on his arms and abdomen, perfecting his form for all to see.

Ryder let out a delighted sigh, the small amount of pain being overcome by the way of pure pleasure washing through his body; he could feel his dick and testicles growing, but not only that: they were clearly getting more powerful, almost magnetic in their virile, beastly perfection. His body was throbbing, becoming bigger and sexier by the second, getting the makeover of a lifetime in the span of a handful of minutes. The energy flowing from Sage's body to his own was almost tangible, like electricity connecting the two of them.

While many of the changes were drastic and easy to see, some were more subtle. Ryder's skin was still smooth, but it was getting tougher, more resistant to cuts and scrapes. The hair on his head was a bit thicker, each strand widening, giving him more volume. His ears were taking on ever so subtle points. Even his taste buds were shifting, becoming more adept at tasting flavors - especially salty and fruity flavors.

Ryder went through his longer, wavier mane of hair with a hand that appeared decidedly more virile and callous, his fingernails now heavy and pitch black. Maybe I'll be able to get some dreadlocks now, he thought in dopey delight. He could feel his muscles getting pumped by the power of satyr cum, giving him the perfect body he had always dreamed of... Honestly, he couldn't wait to put his own improved energy, stamina and libido to good use, once Sage had finished working some more magic inside his ass.

"Ryd... Ryder..." Sage panted, "I'm so close, I'm going to cum soon..." he moaned, though it was an odd assertion to a human. Hadn't he been cumming all this time? Ryder furrowed his brow in reply, and felt a pang of pain where his horns were on the verge of bursting through his skin.

"W-what? I t-thought... Your cum is..." he murmured in confusion; he took a deep breath, realizing the truth in those words. "Y-you mean... This was j-just precum? Y-you still haven't orgasmed?" Sage tried to speak, but his words devolved into needy, pent up, sexy moans. Ryder could see his reflection in the window of the bedroom. Sage's thick blond dreads, his long goatee, his mouth forming out every syllable of sexual bliss. He was truly an animal, truly close, crashing over the edge.

Sage's moans became a scream of delight as he threw his head back, thrust as deeply into Ryder's ass as he could go and let loose. A torrent of tepid, incredibly thick satyr spunk flowed into Ryder's ass. The force was like a fire hose and it wasn't stopping. It filled his intestines steadily, working deeper and deeper... and a wave of pleasure washed through Ryder more than anything he had yet experienced.

Changes that had been slow and steady before advanced at breakneck speed. His tailbone wiggled away from his ass, pushing out longer and curling as brown fur covered it. The fur spread out across his posterior, filling in the gaps of his own natural hair until the human flesh disappeared beneath the new coating. It swept around his hips and down his legs, connecting with the fur on his balls and looping above his loins. A trail of hair crept up his stomach, ending just below his belly button.

As Ryder felt his stomach practically filling from the wrong side, his toes ached and throbbed. The digits got stiff and hard, unable to wiggle apart. The gap between them slowly started shrinking as the flesh knit together. Before long it was as though the human had webbed feet, but the webs anchored the toes together until they became a wedge of flesh. The fur kept creeping down lower and lower, advancing down across the tops of his feet until it stopped at what seemed like an arbitrary line, at least until the keratin of his toenails began to spread out, oozing together, softening and rehardening as it advanced.

Ryder started crying, tears dripping copiously from his widened eyes; the pleasure inside him was unbearable, it was like a stream of pure life force invading his organs, his body, his own very essence... in other words, his human soul, changing who and what he had been until that day, reshaping him in order to gain a new perspective in life. He loved the blonde animal man he had seen in the reflection of the window, and the only thing that wanted, in that moment, was to join him as a fellow beast, always living for pleasure and lust and horniness, always joyful and hard and carefree.

As Ryder dealt with his inner feelings, the pressure had continued to build. His muscled abdomen had started to distend ever so slightly, but he felt it manifesting in other ways as well. The strange energy built up through his torso as thicker hairs pushed out under his arms and the dusting across his chest thickened. His nipples plumped, and he felt a tingle crossing his face. Hundreds of silk soft hairs began pushing out across Ryder's upper lip, moving with the currents of air from his breathing. They stretched down around his lip before growing longer and longer, hanging down on either side, brushing against the tip of his chin, a chin that was starting to gain its own soft brown fuzz.

Sage was continuing to cum, to pump incredible quantities of spooge into his lover. The satyr cock was running back and forth through Ryder's new and improved ass. He had countless new muscles to massage and work the cock in his ass and it was almost as if he had multiple prostates and multiple g-spots, every bump of that cock bringing him enough pleasure to reach his own intense satyrgasm.

"Fuck me, Sage!" Ryder roared in his new smooth, suave baritone voice, manly and charming. "Fuck me HARDER!" The sensations inside him were penting up, reaching heights he would've never considered not only possible but even sustainable without going crazy for the pleasure... And he wanted more, much more. He knew that as a satyr he was stronger and more resilient... That was the very reason why he couldn't bear the idea of that amazing bliss to lower or stop altogether.

Sage kept doing everything he could to bring Ryder over the edge, but he had one last trick up his sleeve. The blond satyr pulled back, tilted his hips and began pushing his cock in. The friction was intense, the pressure even more so... and then the throbbing in Ryder's head intensified. Every inch Sage pushed in, it felt like Ryder's horns were being pushed out. The skin over the lumps was red and furious, strained. It was the most distinctly painful part of the process Ryder had felt, but as it mounted - in an instant - the pain dropped away to nothing.

Two tiny drops of red blood rolled down his forehead as ivory tips pushed through the skin, curving upwards slowly. Sage kept pushing in and the horns kept pushing out. The horns curved upward more and more, the base widening. Without trying to keep the horns contained, the skin around them started to heal up, the red fading away.

Ryder's hands brushed against his new bony, pearly white appendages in awe, as if he was afraid they were going to disappear from one second to the other, leaving him as a boring human once again. The idea of going back to his old species in that moment was absolutely unbearable to him, especially in lieu of the outrageous amount of physical pleasure he was experiencing. Even if mom and dad won't agree, there's no way I'm paying some wizard to return being a human... Becoming a satyr is the best thing that has ever happened to me, he somehow managed to articulate inside his mind despite the waves of animalistic bliss travelling up and down his changing body.

That very thought finally managed to make him do the last step he needed to reach his climax: squished between his now rock-hard abdomen and the now damp mattress, his huge and improved satyr dick unleash projectiles of white cum, soaking his chest fur in manjuice... After a few seconds, though, his balls had been emptied by the last of his human sperm, and a new, thicker and richer yellow semen started being sprayed out, potent and emanating an intense and fruity aroma not unlike Pan's nectar. The load of a true satyr. Sage grinned wide and deep, burying his face in Ryder's hair. His thrusts became ragged and random, uneven and lost in lust... but he still hadn't stopped. As satyrs, the two were bound to enjoy the depths of their afterglow for hours to come.

****

The food court at the mall was always a busy place. The conversations of a hundred people flowed together like a constant swarm of bees, permeating the space between the dozens of retail establishments. Teens and twenty-somethings roamed from place to place, holding the purchasing power of the masses... but as many things as there were to see and do, no one had stopped to gawk at the couple sitting on the stone wall around the fountain outside the Forest Republic.

It had been three months since Sage had spent the night at Ryder's house, and the months had treated him well. His arms were built up with more muscle, his blond dreads were past his shoulders and his long, fluffy goatee was braided into a thick Viking like cord that hung down all the way to his nipples. His pointed ears had been pierced and his right shoulder showed off a tribal tattoo.

Sage's satyr tail stuck out of his pants, wiggling away in glee as he held his boyfriend on his lap, straddling him, the two humping groin to groin in public. Their lust had not shrunk in the slightest, nor had Ryder. His first three months of a satyr had treated him quite well too, his body further refining and changing as time passed. Like his boyfriend, he too was sporting a mane of dreadlocks, except his own had been dyed of a very brilliant shade of blue; his piercings had multiplied, with two small rings in his left eyebrow, a thick septum ring, a barbell in his tongue and huge studs in his nipples, perfectly visible through the mesh tank top he was currently wearing. He still hadn't got any tattoos, but he planned to hit the parlor with his boyfriend the following week to get some ink on his body. His beard was perfectly groomed, with a black, pointy goatee that - coupled with his pointy ears - gave him an impish, almost devilish quality.

The two had been quite inseparable. Neither could count the number of times they had sex each day, but it was heaven. Even now, in full view of the public, the two had opened the fly of their pants and were humping cock to cock. Life was truly good, an amazing bond that had been forged by the simplest act of allowing a satyr to come over for a sleepover.