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Rick sat at a table with his girlfriend, Madison. He had 3 helpings of cereal and a large container of milk. Madison wasn't eating. She was the Pledge Master of Beta Epsilon and last night's scavenger hunt hadn't gone well at all. Two pledges were caught breaking into a dorm room. She had been ordered to a special disciplinary meeting of the Pan-Hellenic Council that afternoon to answer to the hazing charges. Worse yet, one pledge, Amber, was unaccounted for. If anything had happened to her, today's hearing would be a walk in the park. Madison sat drinking black coffee. It had been a long night.

"I don't know what you're so worried about." Rick mumbled with his mouth filled. "My fraternity has done much worse, and we're still around."

"You were on probation for 2 years and the President and Pledge Master were expelled!" Madison shouted back. "And would you stop talking with your mouth full, you're disgusting."

"Sorry," Rick responded, "This stuff tastes really good, you should try some," he offered.

"No thanks, I'm not hungry." Madison continued to watch Rick bolt down his food. Looking around, it seemed that many of the students in the dining hall had forgotten their manners. It seemed like everyone was eating like they hadn't seen food in days.

Suddenly, Rick dropped his head to the table and began to rub this temples. "Oh, God, what a brain freeze!"

Madison was just about to remind him that he wasn't eating anything that cold when the room was shaken by an orgasmic scream. She turned to see a girl jump onto the table and rip off her clothes. Of course, that wasn't nearly as shocking as what happened next.

Madison trembled in fear as she watched the girl quickly transform into a Rogue Satyr. She noticed that several others around the girl were turning too.

Madison spun around and grabbed Rick. "We've got to go!" she exclaimed. But, as Rick rose from the table, she saw it was too late for him. Long, curving ram's horns had erupted from his forehead, framed by his furred, pointed ears. His jeans were ripped away by his swelling body, in particular, his enormous balls and sheathed cock that rested between furry, goat legs.

"Why?" Rick asked in a booming voice. "The party's just getting started!"

Suddenly, Joy jumped onto a table in the center of the room. She was glad to cast aside her human form. "Welcome to your new existence, my children!" she shouted. "We will take over this campus, then this town and then the world! You will serve me well. Now, make every puny human into our kind! Your destiny awaits!"

Madison was frozen in fear as she watched the new Rogues go about fulfilling Joy's command. The females offered their breasts to the, as yet, untouched. Many suckled two at one time.

Though she couldn't understand why, Madison couldn't help but be aroused by Rick's cock as it grew longer than she'd ever seen it. She was about to kneel before it and take his seed when a rational thought came into her mind.

"RUN!!!!!!!"

She turned from Rick as he began to erupt, sending rope-like streams of yellow cum across the room. One spurt just missed Madison's face as she ran to the door. She flew out of the room, leaving the orgy behind her....

Meanwhile...Back at Sharon's apartment......

Julie and Sid had brought Sharon, Bridget and Gina inside to fill in their lost memories and check on Elle, Beth and Joy. They were disturbed by Joy's absence, but had not yet determined why she'd left.

"You mean I was a ...." Gina asked.

Julie just nodded.

"And I was ...", said Bridget.

Sid smiled at her knowingly.

Suddenly, Sid and Julie gasped at once.

"What's wrong?" Sharon asked.

"I think we know where Joy went," Julie answered. Both could feel the shift in the balance of the satyr world as many Rogues were created at once.

"She's the leader of the Rogues, she's making more and her power grows with each soul that comes across," Julie explained.

"We've got to stop her before she grows to powerful!" Sid noted.

Julie agreed, "we're going to need your help to fight her, but you're no good to us a humans," Julie looked at Beth, "or whatever!"

"We need you to let us turn all of you into satyresses. If you do so willingly, you'll be aligned with the forces of good, and if you survive the battle, you'll enjoy a very long, very happy life."

"What do say?" Julie eyed each of the women in the room."

As the memories of their times as satyresses, Touch Bearers, and centauress slowly returned to them, the four weighed their options and emotions, each to themselves.

Julie and Sid waited patiently for them to decide; despite the urgency of the situation, they understood the weight of their request, and gave them the due time required. As humans, they would stand little chance against Joy's expanding power. As satyresses, their odds of retaining their minds and bodies would heighten, though nothing could keep them completely safe. Even with all of Julie's power, she could still be corrupted, if Joy grew strong enough.

Beth was the first to step forward. "I...I'm sorry, I...can't." She nervously rubbed her forearm, feeling the barest hint of her former white fur sprouting through the pink skin. "I want to be back with Susie. She should be coming home from that Disney planet soon."

The satyr pair nodded sagely. They had felt the subtle shift in power back to Beth. Now that Joy was a Rogue, her side of the rabbit-girl link was severed. Beth was beginning to revert to her true bunny form.

"We understand," Julie replied. She merged her power once more with Sid's, focusing on the girl's bedroom. In a flash of light and with a friendly smile of good-bye, Beth returned to her true home.

Julie and Sid looked back to the others, silently urging them for an answer.

Almost immediately, Ellie stepped forward. "I'm already changed. At least this way, I'll be in control."

Gina followed her soon after. "I'm willing. Being a satyress rocked!"

Bridget chuckled softly. "I'm up for it, too. Purely for scientific reasons, of course."

Before the satyr emissary could turn her attention to Sharon, the young woman was nearly face-to-face with her. "I remember now," she said, running her fingers through Julie's hair, caressing her strong horns and furry ears. "The apartment, traveling to the Satyr Woods, everything."

Julie returned her expressions. "Do you feel the same way that you did then?"

Sharon answered her with a soft kiss, sinking herself deep into the satyress' embrace. "Julie," she moaned in between gasps, "I love you," guiding her lover's fingers toward her moist slit as she began to suckle on a lactating nipple. "Take me, and make me your satyress...forever."

As the pair enjoyed their long-awaited reunion, Sid extended his hand to Ellie. "I will do you no further harm, Ellie. Please, allow me to make amends."

The altered farm girl hesitated for just a moment, before smiling and accepting Sid's hand. She trusted him enough to be pulled into his embrace, and down to the floor onto his erection. He was gentle this time, pumping rhythmically to the satyr girl's delight. Her dark fur soon lightened to a rich brown, while her eyes regained their former gentle luster.

"Ahh...ahh...yeesss!!!" The satyress climaxed, feeling pleased and at peace with her new self.

Sid and Ellie shared a kiss, before wordlessly parting and approaching their partners. Ellie offered her breast to Bridget, who eagerly began to suckle. Gina knelt down before Sid, a broad grin on her face as she began massaging his furry sack and licking at his erection. Moments later, she began taking it into her mouth, much to the satyr's delight.

Across from them, Sharon quivered as she drank from Julie's teat, feeling the fur return to her crotch and thighs and the heaviness of her own milk-laden breasts return. She kept her hands to herself, remembering the lessons on satyr lovemaking that Julie had taught her so long ago. Once she was complete, her partner's pleasure would be her sole concern.

At once, the landscape changed, as the satyrs changed their positions to effect the final changes. On the open floor, Ellie knelt within Bridget's opened thighs, lapping at her thickening clit as tawny pubic fur began to envelop it. The girl cradled her enlarged, firmer breasts, tossing her thickened mane of hair around pointed ears as she groaned contentedly. Next to them, Sid and Gina groaned in unison as the transforming girl was mounted, while her legs and feet shifted into a more natural shape for being on all fours. Her furry ears twitched excitedly as her nipples ground against the carpet, leaving trails of satyr milk in the fibers and gasps emanating from between her full lips.

Julie laid herself on the couch atop Sharon, kissing her passionately as the two ground their crotches together. Julie guided Sharon's hands over every part of her own body, giving her the feel of her changing body as horns and hooves and tail made their presence known.

Sharon broke the kiss when she was about to come. "At...laaasssttt!!!" Her release brought her into true immortality, as did the climaxes of Gina and Bridget. The three new satyresses looked over each other amorously and excitedly, ready to begin their lives of eternal pleasure in each other's company.

Julie and Sid exchanged sage looks. "Now, while we're resting a bit," he chuckled, pulling Gina back-to-front with him, fondling her heavy breasts while she giddily flicked her tail over his cock, "let's figure out a way to deal with those Rogues."

Julie and Sharon, and Ellie with Bridget, rested contentedly in warm embraces while they pleasured one another and brainstormed their next course of action.

"I don't have the Satyr Touch anymore, do I?" Sharon asked dreamily.

"No," Julie replied, "but someone else does, and we must find them first."

---

Madison's world of twenty years had completely fallen apart in five minutes.

Her boyfriend, and at least thirty other people, had suddenly and inexplicably turned into sex-crazed satyrs. That was the best approximation she could make, from their appearance and her limited studies in mythology. That female who ordered them around, though, looked more monstrous that she would have imagined. Four breasts, horns like hacksaws, and those muscles...

She quickly shook the image away; it was making her hornier that was likely safe. The urgent need for sex, or masturbation, or just a quick self-grope kept welling up within her, chipping away at her willpower. Maybe they'd already gotten her, and she was going to turn into one of them, or start groaning in pain like the head satyress was as she ran out of the cafeteria...

"Stop it, damn it!" she shouted to herself, to the confusion of a few students who hadn't been made aware, through word of mouth or other functions of same, of the situation at hand.

Madison barreled through the doors of her dorm tower, charging up the stairs as quickly as possible. Those...things...wouldn't stay in the cafeteria forever. They wanted to turn every human on campus into "their kind," that's what she yelled out. If she could get into her dorm room, she had a chance. Hopefully, she could warn her roommate Marcie, assuming she hadn't gone to the cafeteria for breakfast already.

All seemed in order as she half-tumbled through the stairwell door. With a huff of equal parts exhaustion and arousal, she ran for her dorm room. Madison had barely launched herself inside and slammed the door shut when Marcie appeared, fully clothed and human. "Madison? What's wrong?" Marcie asked. The slender girl was lacing up her shoes.

"Evil goat people are out to conquer campus," Madison said without missing a beat.

"No, seriously, what's wrong?"

"I just told you!"

"You haven't been taking any drugs, have you? Maybe you should lie down."

"I'm not crazy," Madison insisted, "I was having breakfast over at the dining hall and everyone started to turn into these weird goat people."

"Goat people? Like satyrs?"

"I guess. Is that what you call goat people?"

"Is this the plot of your next story for writing class or something?"

"I'm tell you, Marce, it's all true. Evil satyrs are out to take over the college!"

"Give me a break," Marcie yelled. "There's no such thing!"

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"Don't open it!" Madison screamed. "It could be them!"

"Relax." Marcie said as she walked to the door, "There's no such thing as evil satyrs." She clicked the latch.

In a flash, the door flew open and Amber and Rick burst into the room.

"Actually," Amber said, pausing for a moment, for effect, "There is."

Marcie screamed. Her wide mouth provided the perfect target for Rick's cock and he stuffed it in and began pumping Marcie full of satyr cum. Madison watched the shoes Marcie had just tied rip from her feet as they fused into cloven hooves. Marcie had long since silenced her protests and was sucking her roommate's 'boyfriend' with abandon as she continued to change.

Amber moved toward the couple and ripped off the rest of Marcie's clothes. Rick spun Marcie around and, after pulling her tail away, impaled her furry pussy with his cock. Amber sucked Marcie's growing tits as they began to express satyr milk. Reaching up to Marcie's head, Amber felt her horns and pointed ears developing. Amber stood and bent over taking one of Marcie's horns into her snatch. Both Amber and Marcie bleated with pleasure at the fucking.

The trio was blocking the door, and Madison was left to crawl into the corner and watch the deviant acts of her roommate, boyfriend and sorority pledge. She was equally disgusted and aroused by what she witnessed. The raw power and uninhibitedness of the act made her want to join in. She couldn't deny the felling much longer. She was highly aroused. She reached into her jeans and began to stroke herself.

The three satyrs (Marcie was one too now, there was no denying it) came at once.

When the three Rogues reached out for her, the last semblance of Madison's reason snapped back to her. She quickly pressed herself against Marcie's computer desk, fearful of their touch.

Rick leered her over, a mixture of contempt and lust. "You want this, don't you, baby?" he sneered, stroking his thick goatish erection. "You want to suck it, get fucked up every hole you have by it..."

"Get away!" she screamed, pulling her hand from her crotch. She began flailing behind her for a weapon, waving the sexual scent around the room.

"Mmmm," Marcie sniffed and groaned pre-orgasmicaly, fondling her expanded breasts and teasing her lactating nipples between four of her fingers. "I love the smell of your pussy juice, Madison." She reached slowly, sensually toward her. "Bet I'll love the taste even more!"

As the horned and horny woman continued her approach, Madison's ex-boyfriend took the moment to mount Amber, right in front of her, just for the fuck of it. As he threw Madison's TV off its stand and bent the Rogue Satyress over the edge, the human girl felt her heart snap in two.

"You'll love what you're about to become, believe me," Marcie cooed.

Madison had silently surrendered, letting her entire body go slack as her roommate's fingers slipped into her snatch.

In that split-second, Madison felt her body ravaged with a supernova-hot flash of light. She heard one scream, very close, then a second and a third. She had wanted to join them in the outburst, but the intense pain ripping her apart at the seams wouldn't allow it.

Madison had thought she'd passed out, given the ripple of cool euphoria that washed through her body and mind...her soul, even. It felt like a blood rush to her head, mixed with sweet sexual afterglow and a touch of silk and chocolate. It was paradise, and yet, only a second's measure of it.

---

Across town, on the couch with her lover, Julie's head snapped up with spring-like suddenness.

"What? What is it?" Sharon asked quickly.

Julie brought her fingers to her own brow, focused on the vision. Though she could not see, she knew that Sid was doing the same.

Gina gasped in sudden surprise. "The Satyr Touch...it's...awakened..."

"I...I felt it too," Bridget added. A glance across the room told them the others sensed it as well.

Julie looked back across the room, over the assemblage of satyr and satyresses.

"The Touch is within a girl at the college. I have seen her face. We must hurry, before the Rogues take her!"

---

When Madison next opened her eyes, she realized that only a moment was gone. Even more alarming was the sight that greeted her next. Madison tried to put together the pieces in her mind, but this puzzle was resisting being solved. Her roommate's hand was still down her jeans, although Marcie was human again. Obviously aware of what she was doing, she yanked her hand out of Madison's panties. "Holy shit!" Marcie yelped.

"Are you?!" Madison yelled, grabbing her roommate by the shoulders and shaking her lightly, "Are you?!?"

"Yes!" Marcie said, "Stop shaking me!"

"Sorry."

Marcie backed away from Madison and nearly tripped over the unconscious Rick and Amber, still Rogue Satyrs. "I told you they were real," Madison said.

"This is too much," Marcie said, "I've gotta shower. I smell like goat and my skin is all sticky."

"Marce, wait, what about these two?"

"Nope, gotta shower," Marcie said as she retreated into the bathroom. She never had been good in a crisis. As for Madison, she had planned to tie up the two monsters laying on her floor. She grabbed each by the arms in order to drag them away, but as soon as she grabbed them and held them for a moment, each one transformed back into humans.

"It's me," Madison gasped, "I turned them back. I turned Marcie back. Somehow it's me."

She dropped both of their arms and, leaving Rick and Amber to sleep off whatever had happened to them, she withdrew into her own bedroom. She kicked off her clothes (which had been stickied by the earlier orgy) and was getting a fresh pair of underwear from her closet when she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She saw, to her horror, a few strands of the fur that she'd seen on the satyrs, only clean and white instead of dark and greasy. Scared out of her wits, Madison dashed into the shower with Marcie demanding that her roommate make sure she wasn't hallucinating.

"Do you see it?" she cried.

Marcie screamed as Madison, also nude, bolted into the shower stall with her. "Maddie, what the hell are you doing?! Get out!"

"Tell me if you see the fur!" Madison yelled, and Marcie said...

"Get the ... Oh god, you've got the fur!" Marcie yelled. "You're turning into one of those, those..."

"No Marcie," Madison yelled back, something's different, "I'm not one of those things you were."

Marcie looked confused, apparently, her memory of her short time as a rogue was gone. Still, she was more interested in helping her roommate than debating her cryptic comment. "Just let me dry off and we'll figure this out."

Marcie and Madison dressed and returned to the room where Amber and Rick had awakened from their slumber. Like Marcie they professed no knowledge of what they had been, how they got there or why they were naked. Fortunately, Rick had some clothes he had left in the room and Amber put on some of Marcie's clothes, although they were ill fitting, too small for her slim body and non-existent build.

Madison explained how Rick and the others in the cafeteria had transformed, since she'd only had coffee, they realized that nearly anything could have been the source.

Next, she explained how the curse had been transferred to Marcie through sex.

Amber looked like a light bulb had appeared over her head. "That's how is happened to me, I was in Hal's room and this, this... thing - attacked me."

About an hour into the discussion, the group was no closer to a solution than they were when they began.

"But, what I don't understand is what's happening to you Maddie. You didn't eat anything, didn't have sex with anyone and you've still got that fur." Madison noticed Marcie's voice change slightly as she spoke, becoming a bit huskier, yet strangely seductive. "Has it changed at all?"

"I don't think so, but I'd better check."

As Madison left the room, Marcie began to swoon. None of them had realized that the Satyr Touch was merely temporary. Just as Sharon had given Dawn and Gina satyr traits for only an hour when she had the Touch, Madison's re-humanization of the three rogues was only temporary as well.

As Madison left the room, the three exchanged knowing glances. Everything that had happened and things that they had been (and would be again) came back in a flood memory. Three sets of thickening claws ripped the clothes from their bodies as each willed themselves back into rogues.

"No, it's still the same," Madison called out from the bathroom. She was looking down to re fasten her jeans as she entered the room. "I guess I'm not..."

Madison froze again as she realized that her friends were, once again, part of some evil herd.

Marcie smiled up at Madison. It was a devious grin. Her eyes were dark and clouded with evil. Rising on her cloven hooves, she made her way across the room to Madison.

"Maddie ... this is so incredible. I feel so free. It's so clear. All I need is pleasure and I can take it from anyone I want."

"Except her." Amber interrupted. "She changed us back. I don't ever want to be like that again." Amber said with absolute distain for her human form.

"Take her to the Mistress," Rick suggested, "She'll know what to do."

He picked up a blanket, intent on catching her without making direct contact.

Madison was confused. These satyrs were evil. They took what they wanted without asking. It was wrong, but it was sooooo enticing. Something was happening to her anyway, who knew if she'd be better off joining them. All she had to do was sit back and let them....

'THEY'RE IN YOUR MIND,' Madison screamed to herself, 'GET THEM OUT!'

Madison ran again. She dodged Marcie, then pushed Amber and Rick out of the way. The sweet feeling was on her again. She nearly passed out from it again. She would have too but for the surge of adrenaline that was coursing through her veins. Rick slumped over in a heap Amber fell on top of him, both human once again, but Madison knew this time that it may not last. She didn't intend to stick around to find out.

Marcie was gaining on her. Madison knew she couldn't out run her. She had to think of something. As she rounded a corner in the hallway, Madison threw open the door to the stairs, then dove into the open door across the hall. The ruse worked and she heard cloven hooves run down the stairs.

Madison was in her RA's room. Darcy, the grad student RA was not alone. To the contrary, she was fragrant delecto a large satyr who bore a passing resemblance to her fiancé.

Neither noticed Madison enter the room. Darcy was crying at the violation "No! Please! Don't! Stop! Oh God! Please Stop!" But as her rutting continued, her shrill cries of protest became lusty grunts of encouragement. Madison made her way out the door as Darcy's mantra changed to "Don't stop! Oh, God Pleeeassee don't stop!"

Madison made her way to Campus Security Office. Judging by the attitude and demeanor of those she passed, no one seemed to know about the plague that was spreading across the campus. A strong wind was blowing and Madison felt an unfamiliar pull on her hair. Her blonde locks were usually worn in a short bob. As she passed a window, she noted her reflection. Her hair was much longer now, reaching past her shoulders and into the small of her back. Pulling the long strands in front of her, Madison noted that her hair was darkening as well, taking on a chestnut hue.

Confused beyond belief, Madison plunged into the Ladies Room of the Administration Building. Her hair was dark brown now curling into gentle ringlets that hung down to her waist. Nevertheless, it was stunning and lustrous, hardly a dark disheveled mane like Amber and Marcie sported. Madison brushed her hand though her hair. Her ears felt strange too. Each was rising to a point, with a fine growth or hair (or was that fur too?) at the tip. Madison was studying herself for more changes when her eyes, 'caught her eye'. No longer blue, she now had rich brown eyes, deep as the deepest forest.

Madison needed mote privacy to take stock of another change she suspected. In a stall she pulled down her jeans and panties. Her previously closely manicured mound was now a tangle of rich brown fur. Madison ran her hand through the soft pelt, brushing a finger ever so slightly across her swollen clit. Madison nearly screamed in climax at that subtle touch.

Fortunately, she was able to suppress her moans, because, at that moment, the door opened. Madison peered carefully over the door and saw Joy

If the touch of her fingers to her hyper-sensitive clit didn't make Madison gasp, the sight of the monster Rogue jamming the door through the tile wall would have.

She quickly ducked down into the stall, sitting down on the toilet with her legs pulled out of view. While the heavy breathing of the Rogue leader perforated the air, she quietly buttoned up her jeans, trying not to look at the thick mat of brown pubic fur, or the streaks of original white beginning to tinge through it.

I know you're here. Don't make me find you!

All that came to her mind was the sight of the Rogue, more terrifying than the first image. Her muscles were exponentially larger, as were the sharp fangs and wicked claws she sported.

She must be mutating as more of those...things get created, Madison thought.

She didn't have time for much more pondering, as the sudden groan of wrenched metal assaulted her changed ears. She saw two massive, taloned hands grasp the top and rip up the first stall partition, discarding it casually behind her into the mirror. Through the din of shattering glass, she heard the door of the stall three away being torn in two.

She frantically thought of a plan to escape, even as water from the broken toilet began flooding the floor and the second stall gave way.

I don't intend to kill you. I have need of that...gift.

Madison felt her ears perk. This was frightening enough as is! What would this monster do with her if she became...

I'll make it very worth your while to join me. You'll be my second in command, and you'll never want for pleasure.

Her voice was strangely seductive, despite the bestial tinge to it, and Madison felt her will beginning to wilt. She was having greater difficulty in not thinking about sex, and her body wasn't helping.

Stop it! You're not like her! You're something different, and she's scared of that!

Madison nudged back the fear and arousal just enough to function. She had to find a way out, and had to do it fast.

By the time Joy had dug her claws into the side of Madison's stall...

Madison knew she had to act fast. This beast was too strong for her. She couldn't fight her. She had to get away. She dove at the door to the stall. It gave way easily in response to her unusual strength.

Madison found her body responded quickly to her enhanced perceptions. She dodged the muscle bound she monster with agile movements and made her way to the door.

This was easier that I thought. She beamed with pride. Of course, pride comes before a fall and Madison's was coming.

As she approached the threshold of the door, her way was blocked by Darcy and Amber. Madison stiff-armed the pair. The feeling was on her again. It was nearly orgasmic this time! As she expected, the pair of rogue minions assumed, at least temporarily, human forms and passed out.

Madison stumbled out the door into the quad.

She took a moment to notice that her long tresses had turned pure white like the furry strands she saw in her mound. She knew without looking that her 'carpet' matched her 'drapes'.

The water from Joy's bathroom demolition created a flood outside. Madison was weak and disoriented already. She hit the puddle and fell with a splat.

Dazed and confused, Madison stood to see Professor Annie Morgan - a PhD in ancient cultures.

"Madison?"

After her attention punctured its way through multiple hazes, Madison was finally able to recognize the voice before her.

"Dr...Morgan," she said in rasping breaths.

The British professor reached out a hand to assist her pupil. "Are you all right?"

"No, no I'm not." She took hold of her hand, and was momentarily ashamed of its warm touch, and of the thrilling ripple it shot through her. "There's really strange things going on here. With me, too."

"You can tell me, you know. I was worried when you missed class this mor..."

Her statement trailed off at the deafening smash of glass doors, coupled with sight of the massive Rogue leader wrecking a path through the open portal. In the lobby behind her, several milk-soaked students, faculty, and staff writhed in sweet agony as they crossed over to Rogue hood.

"W-what the hell is t-t-that?" Dr. Morgan stammered in alarm.

"That's my reason for missing class today!" Madison gasped, trying to drag her teacher away by one jacketed arm.

"Consider it excused! C'mon!"

The pair charged in stumbled steps across the parking lot, paying as little heed as possible to the sounds of destruction and copulation left in their wake. Madison quickly found her stride, a sudden influx of energy that told her she could run for hours if need be. On the downside, it was coupled with uncomfortable prickling down to her knees.

"My truck's over there!" Dr. Morgan called out, leading the confused student to the far end of the faculty parking lot.

Just as Dr. Morgan and Madison reached the truck a pair of transformed students stepped out from in front of the vehicle. "Dr. Morgan," the Rogue who had been Amanda Jenkins said, "Will there be any extra credit this semester?"

"Extra credit isn't, um, part of my class policy," the doctor replied, adjusting her glasses out of nervousness.

"Maybe you'll be more agreeable after we turn you," her friend Joanna replied. The two began to approach the two fleeing humans.

"Get back!" Madison shouted as she slapped her hands on each of the Rouge's bare chests. The two satyresses were stunned and shouted out as the Satyr Touch rendered them unconscious and human again, at least for a while.

"I never believed the legends were true. We have to get to my books!" Dr. Morgan said with dismay.

The pair scrambled into Dr. Morgan's truck, just as Joy appeared at the other end of the parking lot.

"Stop them!" she screamed.

Several Rogues ran from behind Joy and charged toward the truck, blocking the exit.

"We'll never make it!" Madison shouted.

Just then, another band of satyresses appeared to their left. Although their form was similar, both Madison and Dr. Morgan appreciated their softer appearance. Actually, they were quite striking.

Julie barked orders to her good sisters. "Like I taught you, girls!"

Sharon, Bridget and Gina positioned their breasts and took aim. Julie did the same. The quartet sent a stream of milk into the air. Bridget's scientific mind allowed her to arc her shot perfectly. She hit the charging band with a large dose of her milk, driving them back.

On a hill to the other side of the lot, Sid and Elle sent streams of their own onto Joy and her minions, driving them back to the quad.

Not waiting to thank them, Dr. Morgan sped out of the lot.

"They're going to that professor's house, I just know it. I want them found!" Joy demanded to Marcie.

"But we don't have the address," Marcie protested.

"They do," Joy noted, looking toward the wreck that had been the administration building.

A few moments later, Marcie sat next to the Dean's former administrative assistant, whom she had just had the pleasure of turning. The new Rogue gladly handed Dr. Morgan's address to Marcie. "Will the Mistress be pleased?" she asked in a hopeful tone. Marcie didn't answer and stormed away.

Back in Dr. Morgan's truck, Madison finally found the courage to speak. "What are these legends?"

"Ancient Greece," she muttered, finally slowing the vehicle to a more appropriate speed. "The, the city of Lykosoura, in Arcadia. The region that was supposed to be the home of Pan. There was a legend of war between the satyrs, the evil ones turned humans against their will. I thought it was only a legend, but its happening!"

"Yeah, well, what about me, why can I turn them back into humans." Madison said. As she turned to look at Dr. Morgan, she shrieked.

"What's wrong?!?!"

"Your, your, ears! Since I touched you, Look!"

The professor pulled the rearview mirror to the left and gazed at her now pointed ears.

"That's part of the legend too. To stop the war, Dionysus gave the Touch to a human who became a White Satyr and vanquished the evil ones. Everyone thought it was just a legend, a precursor to the story of King Midas, but recent events seem to call that into question. The White Satyr could immobilize the evil ones, long enough to send them into exile. His touch also turned humans into good satyrs, at least temporarily."

Madison was flabbergasted. How could this be happening? How could this be happening to her? The itching in her jeans told her that white fur had spread down to her knees that happened after she touched Amber and Darcy. She'd touched Amanda and Joanna too. She didn't want to think about what would happen next.

Her answer came as Dr. Morgan parked her truck in the garage for her apartment. "I have some research in here that may help," she said.

As Madison stepped out of the truck, her feet felt strange. They were still feet. She could wiggle her ten toes, but as she walked, her heels were, wrong. She walked on the balls of her feet, like she has wearing high heels. Her ankles were higher, out of place. After getting used to the change in balance, it felt perfectly natural.

When the elevator opened at Dr. Morgan's floor, the pair was greeted by no one - the hall was empty.

The hallway was empty, leading to no other delays for Madison and the professor as they walked briskly down the hall towards the office. Madison, with the shifting in her feet, was unable to run. Dr. Morgan unlocked her office door, beckoned Madison inside, and locked them in.

"Now, my books," Dr. Morgan said as she began pulling specific volumes from her bookshelf. She took her PhD. framed, off the wall, revealing a safe. She handed the frame to Madison and said "Hold this."

Madison took it and gave it a glance. She only got this a year ago. She's not much older than me.

Dr. Morgan unlocked the safe and pulled out another book, this one old and worn. "I picked this up when I was on vacation in Greece last summer," she said, "I keep it locked up because of its value; it's nearly ancient, supposedly. At least, the carbon dating confirmed that."

"What's in the book? Can it end all this?"

"I don't know. I've never wanted to open it because I didn't want it to fall apart. Let's see what's in it."

Dr. Morgan carefully opened the book and found a chapter about the last human to possess the power that Madison now possessed.

"Here 'tis," the young, British professor said with a slight accent. "It's the chapter about the war and the human given the Touch."

As she read on, a puzzled look came over her face.

"What's wrong?" Madison asked.

"Up to here, it's all written in ancient Greek, and I can read that. But it's only what I told you before. From here on, it's not written in Greek. It's just gibberish."

Dr. Morgan ran her hand through her hair as she pondered the strange script. It had been exactly an hour since she'd helped Madison up, and, true to form, her ears had returned to a normal (at least for human standards) shape. She put down the book and gazed into a nearby mirror to confirm the change.

"Pity," she said to no one in particular, "I rather fancied those."

Madison had picked up the book and was studying it intently. "This is so weird," she mumbled.

Dr. Madison turned her attention back to the book, "What, love?"

"I can read this," Madison said in utter amazement, "I got a C+ in Spanish last semester, but I can read this like it's my native tongue!"

"Must be part of the gift," the professor commented, "What's it say?"

"By touching the Rogue King," Madison read from the book, "The bearer of the Touch will banish him to the Satyr Woods, restoring all his converted troops to normal, and turning the bearer back to human form, but with a gift of gratitude."

"What's the gift?" the professor asked.

"It doesn't say. It just says a gift."

"So you need to find the king," Dr. Morgan went on, "I wonder where he could be."

"Or her," Madison said, "It could be a woman. A Rogue Queen, I guess. The pronouns are gender neutral in this, I just said 'king'."

"So how can we find this leader?"

A knock at the door seemed to answer the question. First a knock, then the door was beat down. Standing in the doorway were two Rogues: the students who had been Amanda and Amber. "Our glorious leader wishes to see you," Amanda said.

"We can do this the hard way or the easy way," Amber said.

I'll meet your queen, but on my own terms," Madison said defiantly.

"You don't have that choice," Amber replied.

The two Rogues rushed toward her. Both were wearing protective gloves from the Chemistry Lab. Amanda grabbed Madison by the wrists and pulled her arms together. Madison pushed and shoved at the two of them, even with her increased strength, she was no match for them. Amber tied Madison's hands together and wrapped a heavy bag over them.

"Touch this, Bitch!" Amanda said with an evil grin, as she produced a white rag.

Dr. Morgan had been looking for a weapon, to no avail. In desperation, she picked up the Grecian water jug that sat beside her desk. It was very valuable but that didn't seem to matter right now. She lifted it high and smashed it down onto Amber's head.

The Rogue Satyress seemed dazed at the blow but recovered quickly.

"That hurt, you stupid cunt!" she screamed.

Amber grabbed Dr. Morgan by the neck. The two of them spun around the room, crashing into the desk and smashing several photos on the wall. They fell to the floor and rolled about. Eventually, Amber gained the advantage and was sitting on top of Dr. Morgan, she bent forward, her large teat inches from the professor's lips.

"I ought to turn you right now!" She menaced. "That'll teach you some manners."

"NO!" Amanda shouted, "The Mistress wants them this way." Then Amanda stuck the chloroform soaked rag in Madison's face rendering her unconscious.

"Looks like you'll have to wait." Amber told Dr. Morgan as she took the rag from Amanda. "But I'll be sure to have fun with you later. You're going to LOVE it when I make you cum." Then she stuck the rag in her face, and Dr. Annie Morgan's world went black.

Madison woke up in a strange looking place. It was very dark; she could hardly see two feet in front of her. She was tied to a board of some sort, resting at a 45 degree angle. Her arms and legs were spread wide attached to the corners of the board. She was naked too.

"The other one's awake!" she heard in a somewhat familiar voice.

A light came on and lit the room a little better. Madison recognized Darcy, her Rogue Satyress RA, as the source of the comment

She was on the stage in the school auditorium. Dr. Morgan was there too. She was also naked and similarly restrained. Madison looked at her and mouthed silently, "What's going on?" Dr. Morgan shrugged her shoulders and shook her head, mouthing back "Don't know."

Madison got a better look at the changes she'd been feeling throughout the day. Thick white fur covered her hips and upper legs. Below her knees, her human skin remained, but she her feet had reformed, with high heels and ankles that were the precursors of hooves. Her long white mane of hair fell over her breasts, giving her some concealment.

Madison noted that Dr. Morgan was not nearly so lucky. Her hair fell only to her shoulders, not enough to hide any part of what was a very firm, taut body. Her glasses had been lost in the battle, and Madison admired the English woman's striking blue eyes.

"Comfy?" A voice came form across the room. Although slightly more bestial, Madison knew it was Rick.

The satyr strode into view. Madison turned away, trying not to look at the creature he had become. She turned her head to face him.

"You blew it, bitch." he said to her. "I would have fucked you like you've never felt before, and you would have loved it. Now, if you're lucky, I'll might let you lick my cum off the floor."

Madison was truly repulsed by the thought. "So I guess this means we're breaking up," Madison said to her definitely ex-boyfriend.

The satyr grabbed her by the throat.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!!" came a shout from across the stage.

Madison remembered the voice and the hideous creature it belonged to. She knew she'd found the queen.

"YOU CAN HAVE YOUR FUN AS SOON AS I'M DONE WITH THEM." Joy said to her minions.

Madison noted that Amber and Amanda had take a position on either side of Dr. Morgan. Amber was rubbing her hand up the professor's thigh. Thankfully, Amanda pushed it away. Marcie and Rick stood in similar positions next to Madison, eyeing Joy, who was now flanked by Darcy and Joanna, for further instructions.

"NOW THE TIME HAS COME! NO STUPID TOUCH BEARER WILL DEFEAT ME!!!!! MY DESTINY AWAITS!!!!!!

Joy walked within inches of Madison's face.

The Queen Rogue's feral grin widened as her four teats began lactating. Madison cringed at the sight of milk beading from her erect nipples. Though she did not see Professor Morgan for fear of losing sight of her own tormentor, she knew from her groans and shouts of protests that her minions were preparing to have their way with her.

You will join my ranks. Now!

Madison prepared for the inevitable as Joy pinched two of her nipples, preparing to hose her down with her vile milk.

She would have, had it not been for the sudden slam of a heavy door into the carpeted auditorium wall. A startled Joy lost her aim, shooting her milk across the stage as she wheeled around on her hooves to see the source. Her eyes narrowed, her countenance became filled with hate. You.

"Stop this insanity!" Julie shouted. Sid and the satyresses flanked her.

You caused all this, she snapped in response, her attention locked on Sid. You ruined my life, took my humanity away, tried to make me a timid little freak!

"All I can do is apologize," Sid retorted. "I was different then. I let the madness consume me, like it's doing to you! Joy, you have to end this. Let us help you, make you well again."

The Rogue Queen scowled, pointing a talon at her enemies. Take them all, my minions!

As the swarm of Joy's and Julie's troops took positions all over the auditorium, most spraying milk and cum, others engaging in battles of magic and fisticuffs, Joy turned her attention back to her captive and saw a dimensional portal opening behind her.

Joy was blinded by a bright light behind Madison. It was a dimensional portal that opened into the Satyr Woods.

Standing on the other side, Joy saw Princess Dawn and her father, Pan himself.

Everyone in the auditorium stopped at the vision of the Satyr royalty.

Julie, Sid, Sharon, Elle, Gina and Bridget kneeled in reverence, while keeping a close eye on the Rogues lest there be a resumption of hostilities.

Through the portal, Pan spoke, "My children, this battle must stop! Joy, you were a victim of circumstance and assumed the Rogue mantle without understanding the consequences. Look at what your evil thoughts have done. How they have grotesquely mutated your lovely form and brought others unwillingly into the Rouge world. You are not a beast. We can help you."

"I told that bitch I wouldn't change!" Joy thundered. "I'll say the same to you. I've been a puny human; I've been a timid rabbit girl. I'll take this form over either of those. I have power and, no one can stop me, certainly not you!"

"Joy, if you won't accept our help," Dawn implored, "We'll have to deal with you in a less compassionate way."

"FUCK YOU!!!!" Joy roared. Pan waved his hand, even across a dimension, his power was strong. Madison and Dr. Morgan were released from their bonds. As Madison moved toward Joy with her bare hand outstretched.

Distracted as she was by the sudden appearance of Pan and Dawn, the silent sneaking of Madison toward her escaped her attention.

Until the last possible moment.

Fool! The Rogue Leader wheeled around to avoid Madison's touch. As the girl fell quickly off balance, Joy followed her spin around. Her vice grip seized the table to which Madison had been bound, ripped it free from the stage, and swung it hard into her back.

"Aahhh!" Madison screamed, tumbling forward into the dimensional vortex.

The day is ours! The Rogue monster laughed in rapture, as the portal spiraled into closure behind the would-be savior.

Madison tumbled end over end in the warm grass, disoriented and reeling from vertigo during her world-warping trip. She collapsed in a heap at the hooves of the satyr royalty.

"Please, Madison, you must rise quickly," a haunting and honey-sweet female voice spoke.

Madison's eyes followed the track of goat legs and fringe-like fur along the shape of the most beautiful creature she'd ever set eyes upon. Even though she wasn't human, her beauty rivaled anything she'd ever imagined. The male next to her could only have been Pan; no other could exude such sexuality, such primal desire with only a silent stance.

"You...you're Princess Dawn? And Pan?"

"We are," Pan replied smoothly. "And you are the Touch Bearer, the White Satyress."

Madison struggled with the throbbing agony in her back and the growing wetness that dampened her pubic fur, and wondered what to say, or do.

"You change me back," Madison demanded, "And you send me home, and you put an end to all this!"

"We cannot," Dawn said, "You are the only one who can end this. It is your destiny."

"I'm not your hero," Madison said, "I'm just a college student with an English major."

"You cannot deny that you have the gift," Dawn said, "Surely you feel and see your body transforming, becoming, something new."

"And I'm none to happy about that either. Fine, let's make a deal. I end this and you change me back?"

"You have no leverage here, for all of these events were set into motion eons before your own birth." Pan chided Madison. "We will help you back; there you can fulfill your destiny. That will restore you to your human form and earn you my gift."

"What can you give me? I only want this to be over and to be human again," Madison said in return

"You desires may change as your options are revealed," Dawn counseled. "Trust me, I speak from experience," The satyr princess said with a grin.

Pan waived his hand and the portal reopened. "Go now! Your destiny awaits."

Reluctantly, Madison stepped into the portal and tumbled back into the human realm. She landed in an empty field near the campus and set off toward the University Auditorium.

Meanwhile...

The battle after Madison's sudden exit was surprisingly short lived; Julie and Sid had far more experience on their side. Joy's rage clouded her judgment and her forces were driven back. Dr. Morgan was freed and was shepherded to safety in the lobby by Bridget. Several Rogues were incapacitated; Julie, Gina, Sharon and Sid tied them securely. As they worked, Gina asked, "Why don't we just go after Joy ourselves?"

"We cannot, young one," Sid replied. "Only the White Satyress can defeat her. We can help, but the task is ultimately hers alone."

Out in the lobby, Annie Morgan was looking for answers. She cornered Bridget and bombarded her with questions. Bridget was frank in her responses, bringing her up date on the events.

"So you became like this willingly?" Dr. Morgan asked with a tinge of awe as she reached forward and brushed her hand over one of Bridget's horns.

The scientist-satyress giggled slightly and nodded in the affirmative.

"In all my studies, I never dreamed I'd get to meet a mythological creature."

Bridget leaned forward and gazed into the still naked professor's eyes. "Did you ever dream you'd get the chance to be one?" Bridget asked, raising her eyebrow at the question.

"What are you talking about?" Dr. Madison responded.

"The way I see it, those Rogues are out to turn you into one of them. They WON'T give you a choice. Besides, we're a little out numbered here. We could use some help, especially from someone with your background." Again, Bridget gave her an inviting smile.

Dr. Morgan eyed the young satyress and thought about her friends nearby. In her mind's eye, she remembered how her own ears had been pointed and furred, ever so briefly, after touching Madison. She was also repulsed by the thought of what the Rogues had promised to do to her just a few moments ago.

Dr. Morgan seemed ready to commit to satyr life, or so her pursed lips would have said, had Joy not barged back into the Auditorium, crashing through the East stairwell doors.

Take them! She pointed a claw toward her adversaries, aiming a huge battalion of Rogues toward the outnumbered good satyrs. Swarms of freshly indoctrinated Rogues swarmed the group in seconds, thrusting them into a furious fight for their lives.

"There must be a hundred Rogues here!" Sharon yelled over the din of moaning battle.

"Where'd she find all these students?" Gina shouted, aiming her milk streams to and fro. "And how'd she turn 'em so fast?"

"My power is greater than you give me credit for, puny cunt! And there ARE plenty of music classes in session at the moment."

While Dr. Morgan did her best to evade capture (or worse), Julie and Sid led their troops into evasive maneuvers, trying to subdue as many Rogues as possible.

Julie and the good satyrs, along with Dr. Morgan, were making a hasty, but organized retreat from the superior forces of Joy's rogue army.

They back tracked from the lobby to the auditorium and were working their way across the stage. An open door was noted. It led to a hallway that may provide a means of escape.

Julie laid down a birage of cover fire, to allow her companions to reach the room. As she turned to join them, Joy fired a counter attack. Julie zigged when she should have zagged and took the shot square in the face. Although she closed her mouth and eyes tight, Joy's salvo was too great and a few drops of milk made their way into her system.

Julie passed out at the assault. Seeing her new lover go down, Sharon cried in agony. Sid had the presence of mind to fire back a large wad of cum that drove Joy back again. Seizing the opportunity, Bridget and Gina grabbed Julie and pulled her into the hallway, quickly closing the door behind them.

Dr. Madison ran down the hallway and was terrified to find the door chained shut!

"We've got to get out of here!" Sid shouted, "That door won't hold Joy back for long!"

Julie was sweating profusely and writhing in agony at the effects of joy's milk.

"Will she ....?" Sharon asked.

"I can't be sure," Sid replied. "She's very strong. She's lived a long time. Her experience will help her fight off the effects of the milk, but there's no way to tell."

Bridget and Gina gave the door a strong kick and it broke off its hinges. At the same time the door holding Joy back broke too and the chase was on again.

The hallway was narrow, making it hard for Joy to get through. So, our the good satyrs were able to put some distance between Joy and them. They hid in a small classroom in the chemistry lab, trying to formulate a battle plan.

Sharon was ministering to Julie who was still unconscious. After a few minutes, Julie began to stir "Sha...ron."

The satyr girl's heart broke at the sight of Julie's fluttering eyelids, from the sound of her barely audible groans. "Don't give up on me, Julie," she sobbed, squeezing her amazing lover's hand. "Fight it, please fight it. You're not one of them!"

The other girls busied themselves with sentry duty, guarding the windows and door against possible assault from the Rogue-heavy campus. Each chanced looks back at Sharon and Julie, fighting tears of their own.

The bare motion of Julie squeezing Sharon's hand, a gesture of reassurance with barely any strength behind it, opened the floodgates in Sharon's eyes. "I love you Julie! I want to spend eternity with you in the Satyr Woods, like we talked about back at the apartment before this all started!" She gently brushed hair matted with sweat. "I love you and I don't want you to be like them! Please don't leave me!"

Sid rested a gentle hand on Sharon's shoulder and leaned her head over for support.

Pleading, puffy eyes met his. "She won't...change. Right?"

He hesitated to answer, for he could not. Julie's fate, and all their fates, rested with Madison, the White Satyr and Touch Bearer, and only Pan knew where she was now...

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Madison hurried across the field, wondering what she was doing this for anymore.

She had no guarantee of success, and far less of being human afterwards. What good was a gift if it meant being an inhuman freak for the rest of her life? On the flipside, if she quit now, then human beings wouldn't exist soon anyway.

Her body did not tire with the run. Though only her toes touched the ground and her risen ankles had previously made walking a difficult chore, she found stamina and grace develop in her gait with each step. She was almost grateful to still be naked (shoes would certainly hamper her worse), and in fact was beginning to prefer it. The fur still crept no lower than her knees, though that would not last.

Madison closed the distance to the Auditorium in record time, putting any member of the track team to shame. Grudgingly, she conceded (if only to herself) that her transformed body had its advantages.

She did not know of the satyr exodus to the science building, and so her voyage continued toward the Auditorium.

Madison's attention was drawn to the sounds of revelry in the forest. She heard drumming and a sound of pipes. As she got closer, she noticed several members of the Pagan Studies club in sitting near a large oak tree.

There were five of them. Two men and three women. The men were playing music on a crude drum fashioned out of hollowed out tree stump and, to Madison's amazement, PAN PIPES! The three women were dancing, barefoot on the grass, spinning and circles to the music.

Madison knew she'd need help. There was no telling what had happened to Dr. Morgan or those good satyrs who'd intervened in the auditorium. At least these five might have an open mind for what was happening on the campus nearby.

Hiding her nakedness (and altered form) behind a low bush, Madison called to the group. "Help, help me, Please."

The music stopped abruptly and the quintet of pagans looked in her direction.

"What's the matter?" one of the girls called out as she approached.

"Don't come any closer," Madison cautioned, not wanting to scare off her would be assistants. The group stood fast but gave Madison a quizzical look.

"How can we help you, if we're over here?" one of the men asked.

"Just wait, and keep an open mind. You believe in things beyond this realm, don't you?"

The group nodded, demonstrating varying degrees of acceptance.

Madison steeled her courage and emerged from behind the bush. At there first glimpse of the partially transformed girl, each of the pagans' jaws dropped.

"Listen to me carefully," Madison knew she had their undivided attention. "There's an evil force trying to take over our school, and more. They are turning the campus into evil beasts. I've seen it happen more times than I'd like to say. It's doing this to me too," Madison glanced at her altered form. "But if I stop it, and I can, I'll turn the school, and me, thank God, back to normal."

"This is bullshit!" the man who'd been playing the drums said as he stormed off.

"Don't worry about Larry," the girl with dark hair and a Mediterranean complexion said. "I think he was just here for the wine. I'm Sophia. This is Melissa, Janice and Mark." The remaining members nodded hello.

"What can we do to help?" Janice asked.

"Well ..." Madison paused, unsure of how to approach the issue. "Humans are too vulnerable to the Rogues. If we're going to attack them I need to...."

"To what?" Mark demanded.

"To... change you. But it's only temporary... I think," Madison said, her voice trailing off at the end.

"Into what?" Sophia asked her voice full of curiosity.

"Satyrs! Sort of like me."

The four pagans huddled together and whispered in hushed tones. A consensus seemed to develop and they turned back to Madison.

"We're game!" Sophia said, as a smile crossed her face. "How does this work?"

"Take my hand," Madison instructed, "My touch conveys the Gift." Madison was unsure why she chose that word, but still it seemed appropriate.

Sophia reached forward in a somewhat tentative manner. Then she blurted out "Oh, what the hell!" and grabbed Madison's hand.

Both girls swooned at the contact. The familiar, orgasmic feeling came back to Madison. Sophia shared in an equally pleasurable experience. The other three watched, mouths agape, as Sophia was quickly transformed into a satyress, albeit a temporary one.

When her change was complete, Sophia admired her changed body, ripping off clothes that no longer felt 'right' to see what was below. She rubbed her furry thighs, wagged her tail and fondled her full, milk filled breasts. "I could get used to this," she said with awe. "You guys have got to try it." she continued, looking to her friends.

Meanwhile, the touch had resulted in another change in Madison. She now stood on goat like legs and cloven hooves, just like Sophia (and the other satyresses for that matter). The only difference between her and a full satyress was an absence of horns and her still modest chest.

"Who's next?" The White Satyress asked as she eyed Melissa, Janice and Mark.

"Stupid stuck up witch bitches," Larry grumbled as he plodded through the grass. "Satyrs! Total bullshit!"

He completely missed the ambush from the Rogues Jake and Brenda, finding himself quickly stripped and tackled to the ground.

"Yeah, ridiculous, ain't it?" Brenda giggled, squeezing her nipples as Larry felt something pushing inside his ass...

---

"Oh, wow," Janice sighed as she felt her horns grow in.

"Yeah...you said it," Mark groaned while he stroked his extended sheathed penis.

Madison shouted out with double orgasms, one from each of the changing humans touching her hands. The sensations of her ballooning breasts and twitching goat's tail didn't hurt, either. A pair of horns became the final hurdle to full satyrdom.

Moments later, the two new satyrs examined their bodies with deep, appreciative looks.

"I know how they feel," Sophia smirked, joining the others by Madison's side. "Melissa and I could use some help on this spell."

"Spell?" Madison inquired, still examining her own alterations.

"Yeah, it's a protection spell. Hopefully, it'll cut down on the spread of the Rogues."

"Sounds good to me." Madison replied. She looked past her new allies, to the pagan girl in the distance. Melissa leaned against a shrub-covered brick wall, gazing off to the distance. "Melissa! Are you ready?"

She received no response. Melissa looked out across the campus, her back to the satyr quartet.

"Hey, Melissa, are you ready to get satyr-fied?"

"No thanks," she chuckled. Melissa looked back over her shoulder, exposing her torn-open jeans and the Rogue Larry kneeling in the bushes, busily sucking on her inky fur-shrouded clit. "Already have been," she sneered, as thick black horns shot from her temples.

Her former friends recoiled in shock as their changing friend burst from her clothes. Melissa, Larry, and their circle of Rogue friends surrounded the intrepid satyrs.

"Your quest ends now, White Satyr," she sneered, readying her deadly milk streams.

Before the new rogue, Melissa, could fire her tainted milk at Madison and her new found friends, Sophia and Janice grasped hands and chanted an ancient Wiccan teleportation spell.

Although they had experimented with the magic before, when they were human, Sophia and Janice had never been able to work the spell effectively.

Now, as satyresses, the results were different!

With their enhanced magical abilities, the pair was able to pull off a successful teleportation. White light swarmed around them and Madison and Mark. The light exploded in a brilliant flash.

The Rogues, Melissa, Brenda, Jake and Larry, were left in the field. Mistress Joy would be unhappy, very unhappy at their failure to apprehend the White Satyr. Each of them feared the punishment in store for them.

While the spell was successful in getting Madison and her friends out of harm's way, the success ended there. Sophia and Janice intended to re-appear in their own dorm room, where they would be safe for the time being.

The teleportation spell worked in allowing the four to escape from the Rogues, but Sophia and Janice did not yet understand their powers, and when the group reappeared they did so in two locations. Thus, as Madison and Sophia got their bearings and tried to figure out what had happened.

As they grew accustomed to their new surroundings, Mark and Janice realized two things. Madison and Sophia were no longer with them, and they were in the midst of dozens of rogues.

They hid in a dark corner of the room and watched. One of the rogues of HUGE, with large muscles, four breasts, black horns and shaggy black horns.

"That must be the leader," Janice whispered.

"I think so," Mark replied, "But how the hell do we get out of here?"

"Do you still have your pipes?" Janice asked.

"Yeah, right here, but what good are they. I'm not ready to find out if music really soothes the savage beast."

"No," Janice chided, "but you could play the "Tribute to Pan", it may keep them at bay until we can escape."

Realizing it was their only chance to avoid becoming like Larry and Melissa, Mark raised his pipes to his lips and began to play.

Hearing the notes of Mark's tune, Joy clapped her hands to her ears and bellowed "WHAT IS THAT INFERNAL NOISE!!!!"

Joy and the other rogues rolled on the floor in pain and Mark and Janice made their escape.

Sergeant Trevor Greenway was having the strangest day of his career.

Fielder College had been cordoned off by order of Campus Police Chief Louis Ryan, after calls came in from all over campus of weird monsters running around, having orgies with students, and other seemingly ludicrous statements. When the calls doubled, then tripled, then quadrupled, Chief Ryan ordered every campus cop out to investigate. He wanted to make sure there wasn't some mass drug-induced hallucination going on, or some bizarre mass psychosis arranged by the student body to get out of midterms.

Trevor pulled up to the outside of the Fine Arts building, noting Officer Karen Blanchard setting up barricade tape. He exited his squad car to speak with her.

Neither got a word out before a pair of ...something...charged through the doors and bounded across the grass. They seemed to fit the description of the strange creatures from the reports, and the pair headed right for the officers!

"Freeze!" Trevor shouted, drawing his firearm and leveling it at Mark and Janice.

"Don't shoot!" Janice quickly gasped, digging her hooves into the ground for a sliding stop as she launched her hands into the air. Mark quickly followed suit.

"On the ground, now!" Karen shouted, following Trevor's lead.

"Listen, we gotta get out of here!" Mark called out, edging into a crouch. "Trust us! We're the good guys!"

"That so?" Trevor replied, edging closer to them, weapon still drawn. "So where're the bad guys?"

As if in response, the front doors of the Fine Arts building exploded from their hinges, releasing Joy and her horde of Rogues into the outside world.

Cops and Satyrs held a collective breath as the swarm made a beeline toward them.

Mark and Janice didn't waste the distraction created by the onslaught of Rogues. Both turned tail (literally) and ran.

Seeing their duty, Officer Blanchard and Sergeant Greenway held their ground. Trevor aimed his service revolver at the lead nearest rogue and shouted "HOLD IT!"

His command did nothing to deter the rogues, he squeezed the trigger and struck the rouge in the arm. It had no effect other than to irritate her further.

Seeing this, Officer Blanchard decided that discretion was the better part of valor and beat a hasty retreat.

Trevor wasn't about to back down. He yelled to them to stop.

They didn't.

Seconds later, a host of rogues were on him. His uniform was ripped from his body and he was violated in unspeakable ways. A Rick was fucking him in the ass as he was forced to suck a Darcy's large, milk filled tit. In a short time, the pain of his attack turned to pleasure and Trevor was begging to be fucked harder. Once his body changed, Trevor turned Darcy around and impaled her on his long prick.

Karen Blanchard watched this scene in horror from a nearby knoll. She radioed headquarters.

"Base, this is Blanchard, Come in"

After several calls, the dispatcher answered.

"Yeah, Karen, what do you, ahhhhh, want."

Karen was surprised by this breach of protocol. "Lisa, you okay?"

"Never better, babe" Lisa the dispatcher answered, "Unless you were here so I could eat that sweet pussy of yours!"

"Lisa, stop kidding around," Karen replied, "Those reports are true! There's weird monsters here .. and they got Trevor."

"Oh, good," came the reply over her walkie talkie, "Maybe that handsome stud will come and fuck me like I always wanted him too ..."

Karen turned off her receiver. She couldn't bear to hear Lisa's evil laughter anymore, concluding that the monsters had already taken over her headquarters.

Karen saw Mark and Janice coming toward her. However, as they approached, the pair doubled over. An hour had passed since their contact with Madison and the effects of the Touch wore off quickly. In moments the two pagan satyrs turned back into humans.

A few minutes earlier, Sophia went through a similar reversion to her human form. The girl was with Madison, hiding in a broom closet in the chemistry lab.

Although she begged Madison to touch her again and restore her to satyr form, Madison refused, fearful of what may happen this time.

Madison's and Sophia's hearts skipped several beats when the door pulled slowly open.

When they saw furry goat's legs on the other side, their initial reaction was panic. A second glance with ample light (for Sophia, at least; Madison could see just fine) showed rich brown fur, clean and inviting.

"Relax," she exhaled in relief, "I think this is one of the good ones."

"Indeed," Sid replied, extending his hands to the girls. "Thank Pan I've found you! We're in desperate need of your help, White Satyress."

"The name's Madison," she replied, standing with Sid's aid. Unlike with humans, she had no extra changes from the contact.

The trio made fast progress across the campus to the science building, giving Sid time to brief Madison on Julie's condition. She promised to help, despite the consequences to herself. She resolved to deal with them, though she feared them no less.

Madison was unprepared for the scene that greeted her in the lab, Julie was laid out on a table. Sharon was dutifully at her side, holding her hand. Sharon's eyes were red and puffy. She was pleading to Julie to get better.

Bridget approached Sid as he entered the room. The scientist-satyress was wearing a lab coat, eye protection (and nothing else). She had been working at an experiment. She frowned at Sid. "I can't synthesize an antitoxin. Joy's milk is just too complex."

"Nice try," Sid replied, "I have another idea." He looked at Madison with a somber expression.

"I suppose we're lucky Julie got hit. None of the young ones would have been able to resist the effects of the milk so long. Julie has a lot of fight in her, but I'm afraid the Rogue influence will get to her in the end." Sid paused for a moment. "Unless ...."

"Unless what?" Madison demanded.

"You may have the power to restore her. The White Satyress can convey all the purity of the satyr woods and focus it on one person. That's why you've been re-humanizing Rogues!"

"Yeah, but they always turn back." Madison commented.

"Yeah, and I didn't stay a satyress either," Sophia said in a clearly regretful voice.

"Well, that's not really a problem," Sid said to Sophia, "We can fix that anytime you like."

Then Sid turned to Madison, "I don't think you'd need anymore to do anymore to restore Julie. If you purge the infection, even temporarily, we can ...empower ... Julie to fight it off for good."

"How exactly would you 'empower' her?" Madison asked.

"The same way satyrs always renew ourselves," Sid responded rather matter of factly, "with sex."

"Are you sure it will work?" Madison asked.

"We can never be sure, but it's the only chance we have."

Just then, Gina entered, with Janice and Mark in tow, "Look who I found," she announced. "And they have a way to neutralize Joy!"

Mark and Janice explained how the pan pipes worked. While Gina, Bridget, Sophia, Janice, Mark and Dr. Morgan set about the fashion sets of pan pipes with materials in the lab, Madison and Sid approached Julie and Sharon.

Sharon looked at Madison with pleading eyes. "Help her please," she implored, "I don't think I could live without her." Madison smiled at her. She was still not sure this was the right thing to do, but she knew she had to help the good satyrs. It appeared to be the only way to defeat Joy and get her humanity back.

Madison carefully laid her hands on Julie.

The subtle touch ran like 10,000 volts of orgasmic power through Madison and Julie. Each shouted out in Gatling-gun rapid orgasms as Madison's channeled power flowed into Julie's body.

"Julie!" Sharon cried out, though from fear or hope, none could say. Only Madison and Julie made noise after that moment.

The Emissary's flesh and fur tones quickly returned to tan and lush brown, while her quivering eyes lost their milkiness.

Madison felt a tight bulge of her skull and temples, but endured pleasure in lieu of pain as a pair of magnificent white horns spiraled around her head. Every lock of hair and fur bleached itself purest white. Breasts and ass expanded yet again as she crossed completely over to satyrdom.

But the greatest surprise was yet to come. While Sid readied himself to give Julie her empowerment, he found himself unable to for lack of moving room. Julie reached out to Madison, or perhaps it was the other way around, since a sudden blinding luminescence made it difficult to tell. When the flash subsided, Julie and Madison were in a horizontal lover's embrace on the table, grinding their furry crotches together as they kissed passionately.

"What's happening?" Sophia asked in amazement.

"Madison...the White Satyress...she is empowering Julie," Sid stammered.

"Maddie," Gina chuckled, "you animal!"

The pair climaxed quickly and simultaneously, calling out their pleasure and sharing it with the entire contingent. Humans and Satyrs alike reeled in sudden orgasmic release, dropping to the floor in exhaustion.

Moments later, Julie brushed Madison's ivory mane as they savored afterglow. "Thank you," she whispered, kissing her once more in appreciation.

Sharon approached the table, and though she quickly took Julie into her arms and out of Madison's, it was not from jealousy. How could she be jealous of a fellow satyress?

Julie and Sharon consummated their love for one another while the remaining group recovered their wits and tended to Madison.

"How do you feel?" Sid asked the White Satyress matter-of-factly.

Madison shrugged in response. "I'm...not sure. That felt really good, but...I don't know anymore."

"You'll have plenty of time to decide later," Bridget replied, her meager garments shed. "We have some weapons ready." She proudly displayed three new sets of modern-day Pan Pipes. "They'll need to be blessed, though. Don't ask me how I know that."

"You know that because you're a satyress," Ellie replied. "The same way we all know it."

"So, how do we go about doing that?" Sharon inquired breathlessly, between licks of Julie's tongue on her clit.

"I know how!" Madison exclaimed.

"Our Pagan friends can bless them," Madison said. Then she looked at the three of them as they tried to compose themselves from the shared orgasm. "Of course, they won't be strong enough to do it as humans," she continued.

A broad smile crossed Sophia's face. She stretched her hand toward Madison. "All Right!" she exclaimed. "Give me some more of the magic touch of yours."

But Sophia was surprised as Madison pulled away. "Not that way she said. The touch isn't strong enough. The only way you'll be able to bless the pipes is to become full satyrs ... forever."

Sophia continued to grin. "I thought you'd never ask," she said. "What do I do?"

Sid approached with his cock erect and unsheathed. Sophia quickly got on her knees and took it into her mouth. Gina and Elle approached Janice and Mark. Janice smiled as Elle pulled her long hair back, exposing her firm breasts and offering a nipple to her. Janice bent her head to the bud and began to lick and suck in earnest. Gina hopped onto a table and spread her legs wide; Mark began to lap at her thick, moist clit.

As the pagans began their journey to satyrdom, Dr. Morgan approached Bridget. The satyress' offer had been nagging at her since their hasty retreat from the auditorium. Now, with a clear head and purpose, the professor quickly shed the lab coat she'd been wearing out of modesty as she pulled Bridget into a loving embrace and wrapped her leg around Bridget's.

Breaking their lip lock, Dr. Morgan whispered as she rubbed her crotch against Bridget's furry thigh, "I want you! I want to be like you!"

Bridget smiled widely and pulled Annie Morgan back into a wet, French kiss.

Officer Karen Blanchard was the only human left in the room who had not yet taken the satyr plunge. Still, she was aroused by the events unfolding before her. She undid her holster and uniform pants to finger herself wildly at the sight of humans and satyrs together. Her cares and inhibitions quickly fell away as Sharon and Julie looked into her eyes and spread their arms wide, beckoning her to their embrace. She hesitated not a moment and fell in with the pair. She delighted at the caresses from Sharon and the recently revived emissary as her clothes we removed.

Sophia enjoyed the salty load Sid unleashed down her throat before turning about and grabbing her ankles to give him a clear shot at her prize.

Mark and Gina were in a similar position. Gina enjoyed the enhanced sensations as Mark's cock attained its previous satyr proportions.

Janice and Elle like Bridget and Annie were in a 69 position; the tongues of the still human women probed the satyress' pussies with delight and anticipation of the changes to come.

Karen, Julie and Sharon were a tangle of flesh and fur, each intent on pleasing their companions all the more!

Through all this, Madison starred at the group intently. How she wanted to join in the orgy. Her empowering of Julie had yielded the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced, but she was unsure what effect her touch would have on those around her. Instead, she pleasured herself as she drank in the sexual energy that blazed about the room.

The orgy reached a fever pitch as all in the room neared completion. Rapid fire orgasms of pleasure and change hit the humans as their satyr friends ministered to them. As the pleasure they gave reflected back to them, each learned what it truly meant to be a satyr and 5 more immortals were born.

As the intensity of their orgasms subsided, each of the now former humans explored their new forms with glee and appreciation. Annie Morgan shook her thick mare of curly hair about and delighted in the way her furry, pointed ears and long white horns poked though. Karen Blanchard wagged her tail and caressed down her furry legs to her hard cloven hooves. Sophia, Janice and Mark relished the return of their satyr bodies, enhanced far beyond the transformation of the touch alone. Each of them realized a change in their understanding of the world, in tune with Pan and his kind.

Sophia, Janice and Mark quickly grabbed hands and began to chant an ancient pagan spell. Although they had tried it many times as humans, each felt a new, strong power surge through them. Around the room, Sid and the remaining satyresses learned the spell and joined the pagan trio. Energy and power filled the room and each of the recently constructed pipes glowed with Pan's blessing.

Satisfied that the pipes had been suitable blessed. Sid took them and distributed them to the pagans.

"Now," Julie said, "Here's what we do. This campus has a radio station, right?"

"Of course," Karen offered. "It's in Van Bibber Hall, where they teach Mass Com. I have access to it." She dangled her key chain with a sly grin.

"So do the other campus police, right?" Mark interjected. "Including the Rogues?"

Karen shrugged. "Yeah. Calculated risk, right?"

"Right," Julie replied.

Without further ado, the satyr band made haste from the science building to Van Bibber Hall. A few minor skirmishes with Rogues along the way went well, with the new five learning quick control over their milk and semen-squirting powers. Madison contributed with her changing touch; as each restored Rogue seemed to orgasmicly bolster her power further. She felt a bit concerned for her chances of a return to humanity, but the necessity of stopping Joy made it quickly pass.

When the troupe reached the glass door to WSTR 900's studio, they found it locked and heavily barricaded. Sensitive goatish ears and noses told them someone was indeed inside, and sweating buckets.

"I'll handle this," Karen whispered, readying the badge pinned to the vest she wore. "Campus Police! Open the door!"

"Jesus! Thank God you're here!" a male voice responded from the other side of the frosted glass door. The satyrs heard the sound of furniture being hastily removed from within. Judging by the high-pitched ragged breathing and feminine scent, there was also a young female student in the studio.

"Get inside, hurry!" the female readied herself to respond, before the sight of naked fur and brazen horns stopped her words short. "Nnnoooo!!" she screamed, fumbling backwards into a rack of CD's. Her male companion followed suit, stepping between her and their rescuers in chivalrous defense.

"We mean you no harm," Julie stated calmly, silently urging her companions to hold their ground.

"Bull," the male replied, his panic-stricken eyes darting about in search of a weapon.

"If we wanted you to be monsters," Madison replied, "why are we just standing here, talking to you?"

The words seemed to sink in. Suddenly, he shook his head in disbelief. "Gotta be a trick."

"No, Brian, I don't think they're with the others!" The blonde student began to rise on shaky knees, though she remained close to her defender. "Listen to their speech, look at their fur. They're not nearly as..."

"Nasty?" Gina replied with a smirk.

The tension eased with the girl's smile and laugh.

Once that was cleared up, the group got quickly to work. With the aid of Brian and his Mass Com radio lab partner Cathy, the group set up for broadcast.

"All right, we're ready," Julie nodded. "Mark, Gina, and Janice will stay here and play in rotation. That way, we'll always have someone going. Karen will remain here to guard them. The rest of us will find Joy, and end this."

With a confident high-five (and a shared kiss among the satyrs), the groups departed to fulfill their missions.

As the group in the station began their song (eliciting quite the arousing response from the human operators, who were having increasing amounts of trouble keeping their hands from wandering off the board controls), the attacking group was about to discover what affect their plan would have.

Mark finished his number and turned the microphone over to Janice who launched into another number on her Pan flute. Not even Zamphier, master of the instrument, could have played with her power and style.

Mark turned his attention to Gina to teach her the nuances of the flute. As a satyress, she had a rudimentary understanding of how to play. Yet to have the desired effect on the Rogues, she'd need to be fully proficient.

Mark's 'instruction' had a definite satyr quality to it. Gina sat on his lap with her back to him, riding his hard cock up and down time with her music. Mark alternated between correcting Gina's hand position and fondling her firm, full breasts. Gina enjoyed playing her flute, and Mark's as well. By the time they came together, Gina's prowess on the flute had reached a master level. She rose and broke into a rousing duet with Janice.

Cathy and Brian found it increasingly difficult to keep their hands on the control board and off each other. Ultimately, the human pair gave in to temptation, the heat in the room, and in to their own bodies, was far too intense to ignore. They ripped off their clothing and rolled naked on the floor. Karen observed her duty and stood guard at the door, in spite of the distractions within the studio.

Outside, it quickly became apparent that the music was not having the desired effect. Rogues still ran rampant around the campus.

"We'd better get back before Joy figures out what we tried to do," Julie instructed.

Julie and her intrepid satyr band hoofed it back to the radio station in record time. She knew that not only were the Rogues unaffected by the music, but they had to be zeroing in on its source.

Her worst fears were realized as the contingent rounded the corner and caught their first glimpse of the station.

The windows of the booth were doused with dripping milk and semen, emanating from the breasts and cocks of at least six Rogues. From within, shadows of writhing goatish bodies and sounds of cruel sex wafted forth.

Karen held another four off from the adjoining office as best she could, hosing her breast milk left and right while using an overturned desk for cover. Brian and Cathy lay at her hooves, writhing in great pain from injury or infection, or possibly both.

"Julie! I need help!" Karen shouted, accidentally alerting the Rogues to her rescuers. Two of the Rogues turned to greet them, spraying semen and goat's milk toward the cavalry.

While Julie and crew sought cover and returned fire, Karen concentrated her assault on defense. Brian and Cathy writhed a bit below her; she felt the humans clutch onto her furry ankle and thigh, but could not stop firing to attend to them.

Not even when she felt the tongue upon her slit, or the forcible penetration of her anus.

"Uuhh..." The force bucked as Cathy lapped at her pussy and Brian drove his thickening shaft home, distracting her long enough for her shot to go wild and for her open mouth to be hit with two thick streams of Rogue milk.

"What a whore you are," Cathy grinned between licks, as her body warped and furred and sprouted horns and tail and inky fur. "At least now you're a Rogue whore!"

"No!" Karen wheezed, spitting out globs of Rogue milk. "Nooo...stop...aahhh..."

"Yeah, goat-slut," Brian grunted as his sheathed cock billowed forth. He shoved her down onto the desk, bending her over and pounding her mercilessly. "Fuckin' take it in your ass!"

"Aah...nooo...nnooo...oh fuck...yesss...more....FUCK ME...YYYEESSS!!!" Karen's mind surrendered as her body did, and the others watched the darkening of her eyes and fur and horns with utter horror.

While the new Rogue climaxed, a total of nine stepped from the radio booth. Mark, Janice, and Gina had all been forcibly and messily transformed into Rogues, and each grinned wickedly as they crushed their prized Pan Pipes beneath black hooves.

Julie, Sid, Madison, Bridget, Ellie, Sharon, Dr. Morgan, and Sophia were trapped, outnumbered, and down to only the set of Pan Pipes in Sophia's trembling hands.

Sophia had tears in her eyes as she looked at her friends, so grotesquely transformed in Rogues. She was shocked when she saw the last two Rogues emerge from the studio - Larry and Melissa! The Pagan Studies Club was fully represented in the radio station, and she was the only one not on the side of evil.

Sophia raised her pipes to her lips and blew a trembling note. The sound drove the new Rogues, Gina, Mark, Janice, Karen, Cathy and Brian to the floor, covering their ears and writhing in pain. The original attackers were unaffected. "What's going on?' Sophia thought.

Melissa smiled at her and shook back her thick black hair to expose her pointed ears. With an evil smile, the Rogue Satyress pointed into her ear and said in a loud voice "EAR PLUGS!"

"No Music to soothe us savage beasts." Larry taunted.

Sophia stopped playing, much to the appreciation of the new, unprotected Rogues.

Julie began to negotiate, while she searched for a means of escape.

"Look, Sid and I still have eons of experience over you! Just stay where you are."

Meanwhile, the Rogues began a psychological attack.

"Sophie," Janice said in a sweet voice, "please don't hurt us like that. We're friends, remember. Don't you want to be my friend...."

"Yeah," Melissa continued, "We can be VERY GOOD friends!"

"Don't let them in your mind," Madison yelled, remembering the images Marcy, Amber and Rick had flooded into her mind in her dorm room. But it was clear Sophia was losing the battle. Sid held her tightly, to keep her from walking into the Rogue's open arms.

Gina was looking lustfully at Bridget with her dark eyes. "Hey there, sexy little lab partner, want to do some real research! That slut, Julie lied to us. It's soooo much better this way. You won't believe how great it feels to CUM when you're a Rogue. Why don't you let me experiment on you!" Then Gina, licked her lips and rubbed herself as she stared down the young scientist.

"Don't listen to her," Sid cautioned. "Rouges know only lust. Trust me, I know. There's nothing else they can do or think of doing but dominating through sex!"

"OHHHH! You're soooo right," Cathy cooed back, "I'd love to dominate you stud!"

Sid was undeterred. "But," he looked at all of his companions (who, except Julie, were wavering to some degree to the Rogue's advances), "lust is all they know, all they want, they don't care to please their partner, or get any fulfillment from it. They don't have any passion for music or philosophy, or learning, like us. You've GOT to be strong."

"Nice speech, Shit for brains" Karen said, then she turned to the others, "Now let's fuck 'em 'till they think like us."

The stall for time had helped. Julie had realized that with a careful shot, she could take down the Rogues guarding the door. She let go an accurate shot and took down all of them. Sid knew this was coming and laid down a burst of cover fire that allowed Julie, Madison, Elle and Dr. Morgan to reach the door. He grabbed Bridget with one hand and Sophia with the other and headed for the exit. Both satyresses had been heavily influenced by their Rouge friends. Bridget was closest to the doorway. Sid practically threw her into Dr. Morgan's waiting arms. Annie kissed Bridget deeply, breaking her 'thrall'. The sound of their hooves could be heard as they ran down the hall.

Sophia was in a different position. Sid held her, and her pipes, by her left hand. Meanwhile, Sophia stretched her right arm out to the rest of the Pagan Studies Club. The Rogues were held at bay by Julie's fire from the doorway. Sid pulled with all his might, but found that he now held only the pipes and not Sophia's hand. Julie's breast milk had no effect on the, for now, good satyress, and she walked right through the stream to her companions.

Sophia looked up at Melissa with blank eyes and said "Friends?"

"Something like that you little whore!" was Melissa's reply.

Sophia's looked back at Sid and Julie with regret, finally realizing her mistake. She screamed in pain as Mark and Larry double penetrated her. Melissa squirted Rogue milk into her mouth as Gina and Janice sucked her tits.

Sid and Julie watched from the doorway, unable to intervene as Sophia became a willing participant in the ensuing orgy. Tears came to Julie's eyes as Sophia's fur, horns and hooves turned black. At the same time, Sophia let loose a lusty cry, "Yes, I am a slutty whore, FUCK me, FUCK ME HARD!" As Sophia and the other Rogues were about to cum, Julie and Sid made their way out of the building where they rejoined their friends. The satyr band found refuge in the Anthropology Building, aided by Dr. Morgan's pass code. With the doors securely locked, they reviewed their unsuccessful attack and lamented the loss of their friends to Roguedom. Then, Sharon said ...

"This is no use," Sharon gasped in exasperation. "Let's get out of here while we still can!"

"Sharon," Julie sighed, "you know that's not an option."

The others grouped together in pairs (Annie with Bridget and Ellie with Sid), while Madison, following a sudden inexplicable need, rested in a modified lotus position against the beige brick wall. She closed her eyes and began focusing away from the distractions.

"We're all going to go insane," cried Sharon, slumping to the floor at Julie's hooves. "They're too strong. They'll turn us all into Rogues, and then..."

Julie knelt by her side, and stroked her cheek as she wiped away her tears. "Pan and Dawn will guide us. They won't abandon us, and we won't abandon them." She delivered a lover's kiss to the sobbing satyress. "And I won't abandon you. Ever."

Sharon's tears ebbed then, as the two sank into a deep hug. Across the room, Annie and Bridget kissed and held each other, interrupted only once by a whispered "Thank You" from Bridget.

Sid watched the quad out the window, as Ellie sat cross-legged on a desk nearby. "Sid?"

"Hmm."

"Y'all right?"

He nodded sagely. "I'm sorry I forced all this upon you, Ellie."

"That wasn't you," she said with her sweet country smile, as she took his hand. "That was a monster, and you're far from it."

Her words relaxed the satyr, and the two healed their exhaustion through intimate moments in the back corner of the room.

Through it all, Madison remained silent, motionless, though the sharp ears of the others could occasionally hear her mumbling to herself.

After almost an hour, she snapped awake, with a wild climax. "Aahhh...ooohhh..."

"Y'okay?" Ellie blurted out quickly.

"Yeah," Madison replied between rapid puffs of air, "I was...I left my body. I was in the Satyr Woods, with Pan and Dawn."

The group remained silent as she rose. "I know how to stop Joy. I can be a conduit between this dimension and the Woods. Pan and Dawn can focus their power through me. It should be enough to neutralize Joy's dark power, which should change all the Rogues back."

"Perfect!" Sharon cheered. "Let's do it, then!"

"Wait," the White Satyress motioned, her face quite glum. "There's one catch to this."

"If too much energy gets through, the dimensional overlap could really screw up this reality." Madison said.

"You mean it's not screwed up already?" Sharon asked.

"No dear," Julie said as she brushed Sharon's long hair in an effort to calm the young satyress down. "If we bring too much energy from the satyr woods into this dimension, we could change the balance of space and time. The world could be put into a time loop where people would repeat the same events over and over forever. We'd be stuck here with no way out."

"Kind of a worldwide version of Groundhog Day?" Dr. Morgan asked with a chuckle.

"It's no laughing matter." Sid cautioned. "We have to make sure that we keep the energy at the minimum necessary by releasing it as close to Joy as we can."

"Well, how do we do that?" Elle asked.

"I know," Madison said. "We trick her into coming to us."

"Okay, how?" Ellie asked.

"Yes, we'll need bait," Dr. Morgan offered.

"We have it," Madison replied. "Me."

"No!" Julie exclaimed. "If she gets you..."

"I know, I know. That's why you all need to be nearby to guard me."

"You can't," Sid said calmly. "It's far too dangerous."

"So is letting her corrupt us one by one."

At the end of the discussion, none could concoct a better plan. Begrudgingly, they put Madison's into action.

With the others in hiding nearby, Madison approached Joy's lair (in what was left of the Lecture Hall). Several Rogues quickly surrounded her, though they feared to touch her and their milk spurts had zero effect. "JOY!"

The Rogue leader gazed out through a shattered window, flanked by several familiar minions. The White Satyress. I've waited for this!

Madison opened her arms wide. "Come claim me, then! I'm tired of fighting you!"

Joy savored a cruel smile as she stroked her chin.

I think not, whelp! You come inside to me, my minions will escort you!

"So be it," Madison spat, allowing herself to be directed within by four of her former friends.

"About time you wised up," Karen snickered.

"I owe you a hardcore ass fucking, bitch," Rick sneered, luridly fondling his unsheathed erection.

Madison gave no reply, attempting to hide her fear. Her compatriots in hiding outside endeavored to do the same as she disappeared into the Hall's side door.

The interior reeked of cum and lust, and Madison reeled to the point of illness.

"Mistress Joy is in the main lecture room," Gina rasped, pointing sternly toward a broken pair of double doors.

"Good," Madison replied evenly, as the White Satyress clomped through the bashed portal.

Joy was within, being attended to by several Rogues Madison had not yet seen. Madison feared for their safety, but knew the moment was now. "I've come to negotiate surrender."

Joy sneered. There will be no negotiation, whore! You and this world are mine! The Rogue Leader callously tossed her subordinates away and charged Madison.

"Not my surrender, Joy," Madison replied, feeling the power build within her as she fingered her thick nipples and clit. "Yours!" With that, she released her energy in an orgasmic bellow, creating the dimensional link between herself and Joy.

NO!!!!! Positively charged sexual power flowed into the monstrous Rogue via Madison's body, wringing her body of its dark power like a living sponge.

Throughout the campus, Rogues everywhere contorted in shared pain with their Mistress, as horns and fur and tails began to lighten and recede. Their infected friends writhed on the ground, feeling their malice and pain give way to happiness and pleasure as their Rogue side was leeched.

"It's working!" Ellie cheered.

Julie and Sharon watched on in a hopeful embrace as a final flash of light shattered the Lecture Hall windows. The screaming ended suddenly, as every ex-Rogue on campus collapsed into unconscious human heaps. Their lost satyr brethren lay sleeping peacefully where they fell, their forms fully restored.

"It's over," Sid sighed, "praised be Pan!"

"Not yet," Bridget replied, indicating movement from the Lecture Hall entrance. At Bridget's words, the satyrs looked at the entrance to the lecture hall. Madison was carrying Joy over her shoulder. Neither had changed form. Joy's inky black fur stood in stark contrast to Madison's pure white hair and legs.

Madison laid Joy in the middle of the quad and looked about. Several recently restored humans were passed out around her. As the satyrs approached, Madison looked at them quizzically.

"What happened?" she asked, looking to Dr. Morgan. "According to the Legend, Joy was supposed to be banished to the Satyr Woods. More importantly," she continued, "I was supposed to get my humanity back."

An answer to Madison's questions appeared to be at hand when the group was blinded by the opening of dimensional portal. The group stood in awe as Pan stepped through into their world.

Julie and Sid quickly kneeled before the Lord of the Satyrs. The remaining members of their band, save Madison, followed suit.

"Do not fear my children," Pan said in a melodic voice that brought a sense of calm and fulfillment to everyone, especially Madison.

"You have done well, and I am greatly pleased. The evil that was wrought on this place of learning has been vanquished." Pan waived his right hand. In a flash of light, all of the restored humans were returned to their homes. None would remember their service to Joy or their conversion into Rogues.

"As for her," Pan pointed to Joy, "She did not choose the Rogue mantle, it was placed on in haste when you abandoned it Sid!"

"A thousand apologies, Lord Pan ...." Sid began.

"Do not fear, Sid. With your service to the cause of good, your past transgressions will be overlooked." Sid smiled at the pardon. "As I was saying, the Rogue mantle was thrust upon her, but she accepted it and relished it. I should take her back to the satyr woods, where she can be controlled."

"Please don't, my Lord," Bridget implored, "We can look after her here."

"If you say so, my children," Pan said as he waived his left hand. Joy returned to human form as the fur and horns receded and her second set of breasts shrank into her chest. She slept peacefully on the grass of the quad.

"Now for you, White Satyress. Your bravery and fortitude is admirable, but the prophecy compels me to restore your human form.

Madison heaved a sigh of relief as Pan waived his hand yet again, Madison was enveloped in a blaze of white light. When it abated, she stood again as a human. Modest again, Madison made an unsuccessful attempt to cover herself and looked at her satyr friends with a tinge of regret at her restoration.

"Now, I return to the satyr woods. Any of you, my children, are welcome to join me." Pan looked about for volunteers.

As the members of the satyr band exchanged glances, Pan patiently awaited their decision.

The pagan satyrs, naturally, couldn't wait to see the Satyr Woods, and leaped in unison through the portal.

Gina, Bridget, Annie, and Karen elected to stay behind and take care of Joy.

After a heartfelt goodbye, Julie and Sharon took each other's hands, and walked hand in hand toward the portal. Sid followed, with one hand resting playfully on each of their furry rumps.

Madisonremained in the background, unsure of what to do. At last, she approached Pan. "Pan...may I visit the Satyr Woods? Just for a little while, to see if...I like it there?"

The mystical Satyr King smiled. "For a short while, yes. Once three days elapse, you must either return to Earth as a human, without memories of any of this, or remain in the Woods and become a satyress for eternity."

Madisonnodded sagely. "Let's go, then." Without further hesitation, the savior of humans and satyrs alike stepped through the portal.

She found herself amidst a pristine forest clearing, surrounded by not only the Earthen Satyrs, but also satyrs of this strange new realm. They laughed and played instruments and drank and brazenly touched and copulated with one another. In the midst of them all, dancing and playing a magnificent set of pipes, was Dawn, Princess of the Satyrs.

Her beauty captivated Madison, and she giggled as she removed her sweet lips from the pipes. "Welcome, Madison. We are all in your debt. Anything you wish to do, you shall be permitted to do."

"Thank you," she said. Her mind pondered over what she'd like to do first.