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Meanwhile, several states away...

Erin Featherworth took the ropes out of her backpack and handed them out to the others that were with her. "Tie yourselves to the trees nice and tight," she ordered, "Otherwise that lumber crew will just cut us loose and we'll be arrested on the spot."

For the past several years, Erin had been working with a local environmental club, Dirt First, and today was her biggest day in the organization. She was leading a protest against a crew of loggers who had planned to tear down a small forest on the outskirts of the county. Together with her eight friends, they planned to tie themselves to the trees to protest the deforestation. As she tied the rope into knots to secure herself to the tree, a whirring hum could be heard above the forest. Everyone looked up to see a series of helicopters with whirring saw blades suspended beneath them heading for the forest.

"They're going to cut from above!" one of the club members shouted.

"They'll never see us. Let's get out of here!" another shouted as they all fled the scene.

Well, everyone except for Erin, She had finished her knot and was now tied to the tree and unable to free herself.

"Hey, don't leave me!" she called out, but was not heard over the saws and nobody noticed she was missing from the group. Erin found herself alone and in danger as the saws closed in. What nobody knew though was that the forest was connected spiritually to the Satyr Lands.

Erin cried out in anguish at her stupidity. Surely, she had meant well. The laudable goals of Dirt First deserved extreme sacrifice, but she wasn't sure if they deserved the ultimate sacrifice. Her fellow 'activists' certainly felt this way. In the end, it appeared that the only life they were interested in protecting was their own.

Erin struggled against her bounds to no avail. The tight knots she tied to thwart the loggers now seemed to seal her own doom.

Just as all hope seemed lost, Erin heard a rumbling in the forest. She couldn't place it at first. Then she realized it was the sound of thousands to wings flapping. A huge flock of birds was flying toward her.

'Great,' she thought to herself, 'the helicopters spooked the wildlife.' Now, instead of being crushed by a falling tree in an old growth forest, she'd be trampled in a stampede.

Erin braced herself for the onslaught. At the last moment, the flock climbed upward, narrowly avoiding her and headed straight toward the helicopters. As they flew at them, the pilots took evasive action, diving out of the way. While one would have thought this would be enough, the birds banked back and made another run at the choppers.

This unusual turn of events was too much for the pilots who beat a hasty retreat.

Erin was struck by the monumental quiet that followed. The din of the helicopters quickly abated. Even more surprising was the absence of any forest sounds whatsoever. No birds chirping, no animals moving about, nor even the sound of the wind rustling through the trees.

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Back in the Satyr Woods, Madison was beginning to enjoy herself. The wine was fantastic, a heady aromatic concoction that she could drink for hours. While the wine filled her with a sensation of unparalleled euphoria, she never got truly drunk to the point of losing her faculties.

In addition, it was good that she kept her head. When she wasn't drinking or dancing with the satyrs, she found herself embroiled in complex philosophical debates about the nature of things.

Her favorite opponent was Princess Dawn. While Madison remembered Pan's daughter as the human college student she had been, the Satyress Princess had completely grown into her new position. Madison found her beauty quite alluring, particularly when Dawn and her fellow satyrs would take a respite from the debates to make love.

The passion Madison witnessed in the satyr orgies and the release they experienced bought back a flood of appealing memories of her 'empowerment' of Julie. More than once, she longed to join in the orgy, cognizant of the fact that it would mean relinquishing her human form and becoming a satyress for all eternity. Something was holding her back. While she wasn't sure what it was, she was glad that there was no pressure from any of her comrades.

After two days and nights in the Satyr Woods, Madison knew that the time allotted to her by Pan was drawing short, but she was still no closer to a decision.

Madison was surprised to see Pan join the group in the glade. She hopped he was not going to tell her it was time to go.

"My children," Pan began, "One of the earthly forests linked to the Satyr Woods is being threatened by man. If it falls, the energy of our home will suffer irreparable damage. I must enlist your help to bring a stop to this." At once, several satyrs stepped forward including Sophia, Janice and Mark. Julie, Sid and Sharon also volunteered, but Pan declined, indicating that there help was needed protecting the Woods themselves alongside Dawn and him.

Pan was about to open the portal and send his troops into the woods when Madison spoke up.

"Lord Pan," she said with a slight quiver in her voice. "I would relish the opportunity to serve you again."

Pan smiled at her words, but he was unsure of Madison's intentions when he said, "No, my dear, I have something else in mind for you." With that, Pan prepared the portal as Dawn bid Mark, Sophia, and Janice good luck on their mission with a sweet kiss. Moments later, the three were across in the Earth realm.

"Everyone check the Woods for signs of damage, and repair it as best you can," Dawn sweetly commanded. The entire satyr contingent swept everywhere.

"Madison," Pan spoke gently, extending his hand to her. "We need to talk...privately."

Without fear, Madison accepted the gesture. She, Dawn, and Pan rested casually upon the clearing ground. Dawn placed a reassuring arm across her shoulders, a touch Madison found indescribable.

Pan nodded sagely. "These feelings you have, Madison, are quite understandable."

Madison smiled. "I've struggled with them for a while now."

"Any for good reason," Dawn smirked. "Father, it's time we told her."

"Indeed, dear daughter, Madison, do you know why you were gifted with the Satyr Touch?"

"No, I don't. Didn't Sharon have it before I did?"

"Yes, but it was not as strong in her. It was not truly hers to have." Pan paused a moment. "It was yours, always."

Madison's eyes grew wide. "Mine? But...I don't understand."

Pan rose and paced the clearing as Dawn gently stroked Madison's once-again blonde hair. "The mantle of the White Satyress is an ancient responsibility. The White Satyress is the pinnacle of our being, a cleansing force unlike any other. It exists to clean corruption and restore beauty to the natural world. It is also your birthright, Madison."

Pan continued past Madison's amazed looks. "The first was a young woman called Narine, given the power before she was ready. She became, as we are, an unknown demi-goddess of the satyr race. Sadly, she was corrupted into service of the Rogues, but not before, I stripped her of her divinity and powers. I also hid her human children from her, so that the lineage would survive until one worthy of the power could be found. That is you, Madison."

Madison was clearly too stunned to react. "Incredible. You mean I'm..."

"Part satyress," Dawn interjected, "and part demi-goddess. That's why the Touch became so potent in your possession. However, it didn't reach its full power outside of the Satyr Woods. You were still a changed human, not a true demi-goddess."

"You will serve a grand purpose in protecting these Woods, as well as Earth's links to them," Pan continued, "but first, you must unlock your full potential. Within this realm, you will be tested. If you are worthy, you will become the White Satyress, for eternity. If not, you shall return to Earth as a human, with no memories of any of this, and we will wait for the next generation."

"My Mom never told me of any of this."

"She did not pass the test. Neither have any of your female ancestors since Narine. However, I see great potential within you, Madison. Now, are you willing to undertake the journey, for yourself, for all realms, and for satyr kind?"

"I don't know if I can. I'm afraid to fail; I don't want to forget this." Madison said.

"Do not let that concern you," Pan said, "If you pass the test, you will go on to glory and remember this always. If you fail you will return to your old life with no memory of these events, so you will not feel sorrow over having forgotten them."

"That makes sense," Madison said, "I guess."

"But you're not alone in this," Dawn said.

"You're going to help me?"

"Not me," Dawn said, pointing at a girl tied to a tree just out of sight, "Her."

"Her? Who's she?" Madison asked.

"A member of mankind, yes, but she has aligned herself with the forest. She will help you on your way," Pan said, "Now go forth, introduce yourself, and free her from her ropes. You'll become fast friends, rest assured."

Therefore, Madison went forth and as she stepped into Erin's line of sight, she suddenly found herself dressed in her favorite set of normal clothes. She blended in perfectly with Man's World once again.

"Uh, hello," Erin called out as she saw Madison, "A little help here please?"

"Coming," Madison called out as she raced towards her new friend and guide.

As Madison approached, she saw Erin tied securely to the tree.

"Did you see what happened?" Erin asked. "Did you see those birds?"

"Don't worry," Madison counseled. "My friends and I are here to help. Let's get you out of here."

Although the ropes were tied well where Erin began, her struggles and the swarming flock of birds had made them a tangled mess. After several minutes, Madison threw up her hands in frustration. "I ... I ... can't do it!" she exclaimed.

"Just calm down," Erin encouraged, "You can do it. Just relax and think it through."

Erin's calm voice had the desired effect. Madison drew a breath and focused on the situation at hand. With some effort, she was able to see how the rope ran and which end to pull and which one to push. Soon the mass of ropes fell from Erin and she was freed!

"Thank you," Erin said with a smile. "Those loggers will be back soon. We have to find some way to stop them!"

Madison again focused on the problem at hand. Shortly, a solution came to her mind.

"I know what we need to do!" Madison exclaimed proudly. "We'll use some magic!"

A surprised look crossed Madison's features just as she'd let the last word fly. What was she thinking? She didn't have any magic, not in this form, anyway.

Erin raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. Listen, thanks for letting me out and all, but we need some real solutions here, okay?"

"No, wait, this can work. We just have to believe it can."

"We don't have time for this! Believe me, I'd love to wave my hand and fix the forest, but it just isn't possible!"

Madison sighed and crossed her arms. "Guess so. I'd like to hear the birds' take on it, though."

The forest defender seemed quite stunned. "How...how did you know about that?"

"I'll get into it later. For now, just trust me, and relax your cynicism a little, okay?" Madison offered a hand to her would-be guide, and found it tentatively accepted.

The two ran through the forest, breathlessly introducing themselves while looking for signs of damage. Their quest ended (for the moment) at an ancient oak, bearing a chainsaw wound through ¼ of its trunk.

"Okay, Erin. Be calm, relax, and picture it being repaired in your mind," Madison said evenly, as both she and Erin laid hands upon the cut. Madison had no idea how she knew what to do, she simply did.

Erin nodded, and dropped to a squat by the damaged trunk. She placed her hands gently upon the bark, almost enough to be a caress. "Please get better," Erin whispered, seemingly to only the tree. "We want to make you well again."

The pair concentrated, felt the breeze and forest scents roll through them as they meditated with the tree.

Minutes passed, both Madison and Erin concentrated on healing the tree. Madison concentrated harder, hopping that Erin wouldn't give up.

Then, they felt something, both of them. A tingle of energy flooded into them. Erin's eyes widened as the tree began to knit itself back together. She thought harder and harder, glancing at Madison who gave her an appreciative nod.

More energy flowed though them; they felt it coming from all around them. More time passed. Then, with a brilliant flash of light, the tree was healed!

Madison and Erin hugged each other in victory.

Then, Erin frowned, "What's the matter?" Madison asked.

"Look how long that took and the tree wasn't even cut down. A logger with a chain saw could fell a dozen trees in the time it took us to restore that one. This will never work."

As if on cue, a worker emerged from the bushes, zipping up his pants along the way.

"Hey," he said, "you kids can't hang out .... What the FUCK did you do to that tree?" he exclaimed as he got a look at the restored tree.

Madison smiled at him and raised her eyebrows. "This forest is staying the way it is!"

"Now, listen here," the worker began.

"No, you listen" Erin began. "We don't need pond scum like you ..."

Erin didn't get to complete her sentence. She was again filled with the tingling sensation, followed by the flash of light and euphoria. This time, the flash emanated from the worker who suddenly disappeared. In his place was a small pile of green slime one would find on top of a slow draining pond.

"Uh, I think I made a mistake." Erin said.

"You sure did," Madison, gasped. "Change him back!"

"I...I have no idea how..." Erin whispered in fright, covering her mouth with her hands in fear of what she might say next.

"Erin, think! You have to be able to reverse it, somehow!"

"I don't know how, okay? To reverse it, I'd have to know how I did that, and I have no clue how that happened! I don't know how I did any of this!" She was quite near tears.

Madison stopped herself before she said anything else, and caught a deep, calming breath. She needed to relax both her and Erin, if only to prevent another magical accident. "Okay, Erin, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you. Now, think. What you said changed him. Maybe saying something else will reverse it."

Erin choked back her fear and nodded. She faced the gurgling slop with frightened eyes. "Ahem...um, okay...we don't need a human being like you messing up the forest."

The tingle filled her once more, emanating from her throat and spreading quickly outward. Her body and spirit reeled with the rush and flow of the mysterious strength...the magic...and she gasped at the sudden explosion of energy.

Another flash struck, and Erin stumbled backwards from the force. Madison tended to her friend, stealing a wicked glance at the terrified logger in place of the pond scum blotch.

"Never harm the natural world again," Madison warned him sternly, "and tell your friends the woods have guardians. Now, run!"

Panic-stricken, he nodded as he stumbled to his feet and barreled through the forest.

Madison's attention turned back to her friend. "How did you do that, Erin?" It was a rhetorical question, because the young nature lover was currently unconscious.

She was changing something else.

Madison was amazed at the greenish tinge Erin's skin was taking on while the unconscious girl slept off the magical blow. "Hey, wake up," she said to Erin, "Are you going all She-Hulk here or something? Get up!"

As Erin slept, the forces of nature infused with her body, as it seems the forest had chosen her to be its protector. Once she was fully turned, she'd be bound to the forest, living amongst the trees and the moss and so forth. However, until that happened she was caught between two worlds: human and nature.

"Ugh, my head," Erin said as she woke up.

"Are you OK? Talk to me," Madison said.

Erin opened her eyes and got her first look at her lightly greening skin. When she saw it, she said, "Oh God...it's happening, just like I was told."

Madison looked visibly astonished. "Say what? You were told about this?" She wondered if Pan and Dawn were testing her within the test.

The greenish girl shrugged. "Sort of," she said calmly, twisting her wrist to inspect her deepening forearm skin. "I had a vision a few weeks ago while I was relaxing beneath a tree. I...well, I was part of the forest, something strange but wonderful. I had several intense dreams afterwards. They told me, showed me that this would happen, that it was my calling."

Madison smirked and crouched beside her amazing friend. "Believe me, I understand about unexpected callings. So, what exactly did you change into?"

Erin giggled a bit. "It took me a while to figure it out, but when I did, it was awesome! See, I'd apparently turned into a dryad in my vision," Erin said, "The tree I'd rested again will soon be my home, I think."

Madison was surprised at how well Erin seemed to be taking this. Most people would probably have panicked in such a situation. "Are you OK with this?"

Erin said, "Oh, yes! I've always believed in powerful forest protectors. I can't wait to fulfill my destiny!"

"I'm glad to hear that," Madison smiled warmly. "You have no idea how glad it makes me feel."

Erin cocked her head to one side, allowing her hair to give way and expose a gradually pointing ear. "How do you mean?"

Madison took a seat on the forest floor beside the transforming girl. Without even realizing it, she stretched into a seductive pose. "I was sent to help you realize your powers, by doing that, I can earn my own birthright."

"Ooh, really? Are you a dryad, too?"

"No, actually, I'm going to be a satyress."

"Really," Erin cooed. "I can see that in you, actually. And you know what else?" When Madison raised her eyebrows in attentiveness, Erin continued but was interrupted by the rumbling of heavy equipment coming in their direction.

"They're back!" Madison cried.

"Don't worry," Erin, said, "I think I know what to do."

"How? You're not fully transformed yet."

"Call it an instinct," Erin said as she stuck her hand in the soft dirt of the ground. The young forest guardian closed her eyes and sighed in calm contemplation, working her flowering powers through the ground to which she was spiritually linked.

Madison confessed a bit of nerves, if only to herself, as the bulldozer and pay loader (complete with two groups of perturbed construction workers, hollering and waving shovels and hammers like throwbacks to village mobs of old) rumbled across the parched land.

Erin, however, did not so much as twitch at the vibrations. Her focus remained upon the terra firma, and the sprouting tendrils that prodded through the ground beneath the humans.

With inches to go, the forward momentum of the massive machines was choked off by scores of thick vines. Try as they might, hack as they did, the workers could not escape the mass of vines. Drivers were extracted from the cabs before the vice grips crushed the heavy equipment against the ground, squashing the rugged ravagers into so much scrap metal.

The sight amazed Madison, only a bit more than Erin's sloughing lengths of human hair. As her strangling vines grew, so did her new hair, composed of living vines and brightly colored leaves. Her vine mane complemented the green skin and lengthened points of her ears quite nicely.

While Madison wondered how much further coaching Erin would need from her, the demi-dryad extracted her lengthened fingers and retracted them from vine-like digits to their normal length. Deliberately, she rose from the ground, and turned her attention to the ensnared and frightened workers. One was brave (perhaps stupid) enough to shout a curse toward, Erin. His reward was a muffled mouth, courtesy of a mentally commanded vine.

"Impressive. What're you going to do with them?" Madison asked.

The demi-dryad looked with brightly lit yellow eyes upon the group of nine human hostages, pondering their fate carefully.

"I think I could use some help," Erin smirked. She put her palm to the ground and the vines ensnaring the workers coughed out clouds of pollen, covering the hapless men.

"Don't breathe too deeply," Erin told Madison.

"What are you doing? Stirring up their allergies?"

"No, this is special pollen. Over the next day, they are going to turn into faeries. Then they'll return to me to aid me in protecting the forest."

Madison was surprised at how casually Erin could strip these men of their lives and identity, but she didn't say anything. She was a little afraid of Erin taking out some kind of pro-forest vengeance on her.

Madison was concerned. She looked at the crew of men coughing at the pollen, trying not to think of their impending changes - diminutive, feminine bodies and wings. Erin had good intentions, she knew that, but her methods were too extreme. Perhaps that was part of her test, not only getting Erin to realize her dryad form, but to get her to control it. "Pan help me," she though before she realized that she had employed the name of the satyr king as her chosen deity.

"Look Erin, it's good to help the forest and all, but you need to take it easy. You can't go around turning everyone into fairies or something. You need to keep a low profile."

"Look, Madison," Erin responded, "The forests have taken a low profile long enough. Christ, they'd tear down Walden Woods just to build condominiums if we let them. I can see the ads now, 'Scenic Pond for Fishing!'"

"If you're not with me... you're against me... and if you're against me, you won't be for long!" Erin glanced at the workers as they made their way out of the woods. The din of their voices had already been raised an octave or so.

"I'm with you!" Madison exclaimed, "I'm with you! I'd never go against the forest!"

"I'm glad to hear it," Erin said, backing down. "You're my friend and I'd hate to have to... well, let's not think about that. As a friend of the forest I feel honor bound to protect you as well."

"And I want to help you during your transition," Madison said, "If you'll let me."

"This is all new to me," Erin said, "So I'll take all the help I can get. Right now, I want to see how I look. There's a pond about a quarter mile west of here that will let me see my reflection."

Madison agreed that Erin should see what was happening to her. As the two made their way to the pond, Erin began to disrobe. "Hope you don't mind," Erin said, "It just doesn't seem right to wear clothes anymore."

Of course, Madison understood. After all the time she'd spent with satyrs, wearing clothes seemed stranger than going nude. She nodded to acknowledge the dryad's comments, fearful of offending her. Erin drank in the changes to her body; her breasts were much larger and noticeably firmer. They were accented well by the emerald tone to her skin.

When they reached the pond, Erin peered into the water, her face was still familiar, the features were there, just altered. Erin ran her long finger over her faelike cheekbones and smiled at what she'd become. She pulled back the vines of her 'hair' and admired her pointed ears that twitched in response to the forest sounds.

Madison inspected her own visage - hopeful of spotting some change but found none. Her station as the White Satyress had not manifested itself and she feared that she would fail in her quest.

Madison wiped a tear from her cheek as Erin turned to face her. Erin's joy was as full as Madison's sorrow was deep.

"What's the matter, dear?" Erin asked.

After Madison explained her concerns, Erin looked into her eyes with a loving glance and said, "I'll help you fulfill your destiny," Erin smirked. Without warning, she gracefully grasped Madison's chin and pulled her into a deep kiss.

"Mmmm," Madison moaned, reaching out to stroke the high cheekbones of the dryad's delicate fae features. She returned the affection with passion that surprised her.

Suddenly, Erin broke the kiss with a giggle. "Catch me if you can satyress!" The dryad leaped gracefully to her feet and barreled through the forest.

Madison returned the laughter, and strode quickly to pursuit. She thought of the satyrs in the Satyr Woods, and the ancient legends of nymphs who ran from satyrs. None of them escaped, and none of them were ever angry about it.

She kept even distance behind the dryad, feeling strength flood her leg muscles with every step she took. The feelings of empowerment and passion drove her forward, filled her with sure confidence that her destiny was indeed happening. Madison kicked away her shoes for surer footing, losing them forever in the wilderness and not caring in the least.

The bemused dryad took a moment to spin around a tree and eye her pursuer. "Looking' good, white hair!" Erin resumed her flight as her pursuer shook a steadily lengthening mane of ivory locks from her darkening brown eyes.

The chase went on and on through the forest with each changing girl giggling their way through the trees until Erin's giggle was replaced with a shout and a scream... a scream that grew quieter with each passing moment.

"Erin?" Madison called out, running towards the direction Erin has been running. She received no answer.

Madison quickly came to a large hole in the ground, a seemingly bottomless pit in the middle of the woods. The footprints in the wet dirt indicated that Erin had slipped on the edge of the hole and fallen deep into the ground.

"Erin?" Madison called down the hole. She brushed the ivory hair from her eyes and gazed into the pit. Again, no response.

Emotion took over, as Madison found herself jumping down the hole after her mystical friend.

The leap of faith became a literal "Wonderland" rabbit hole. Madison began to question her judgment as she continued to plummet. Desperately, her hands and feet scrabbled for purchase on the packed dirt walls of the pit.

She found none, and feared the worst (for Erin and for herself) as the inevitable approached.

As Madison neared the bottom, she tensed up, preparing to smash into the hard dirt. Instead, she fell into a thick mass of vines, the elasticity of which cushioned her fall. As she adjusted to the sudden stop, she felt Erin's hand on her shoulder.

"Are you all right?" the dryad asked.

"I'm fine," Madison, replied, "It's lucky these vines were here."

"They weren't," Erin, said, "I made them grow while I was falling." Erin used her powers to make the vines extend and lower them safely to the bottom of the hole. Then, their job done, the growths retracted back into the dirt.

"Amazing," Madison said, "But now how do we get out of here?"

Indeed, for the hole in the ground was simply a deep hole with no passages or tunnels at the bottom.

"I have an idea," Erin said, "But it's going to take me some time to make it work."

"Well, I'm not going anywhere," Madison chuckled. Erin told her to sit still and wait for her to return. Then, in an awesome feat, Erin walked into the dirt wall of the pit and simply walked through it, entering the Earth itself.

Madison sat down on the hard dirt and brushed the white hair from her eyes. She wondered why she hadn't changed further into the White Satyress of legend. She knew she was being tested; perhaps the singular change she'd already undergone - her hair - was the result of passing part of her test. If she completed more parts, she surmised that she'd change further. However, what was the next part of the test? It was hard to provide solutions to a test when she didn't even know the questions to answer.

After about an hour Erin returned from the soil. One would think she'd be covered in dirt, but she was just as clean and beautiful as she'd been when she entered the soil in the first place. "OK," Erin said, "It's ready."

"What's ready?" Madison asked, and before Erin could answer Madison saw what was ready. Madison felt a rumbling under her feet. She looked to Erin, but the dryad just smiled back. Then a small green stem emerged from the bottom of the pit. It was easily 10 feet high in a matter of seconds. A bud at the tip opened to reveal the face of a large sunflower.

As it continued to grow, Erin directed, "Grab on."

Madison complied and the two were quickly rising toward the top of the hole.

Madison and Erin settled in for the trip up. Madison found herself cradled in Erin's strong, green arms as the dryad stroked her ivory locks. Madison turned to face Erin and smiled. They stared into each other's eyes enjoying this quiet moment together. Erin pulled Madison to her and their lips met in a soulful kiss.

The pair continued to make out as they rose through the pit, groping each other a bit as well. Erin parted Madison's jeans and rubbed her crotch that was now, to Madison's pleasure, sporting a pelt of ivory, pubic fur.

As sunlight flooded their eyes, Madison and Erin emerged from the pit and climbed onto the ground. Both patted the enormous sunflower in thanks before it quickly receded into the hole.

As they settled onto the soft forest floor, Madison noted her bare feet. While she still had human feet and ten, ten toes, her toenails were now pure white, a precursor of cloven hooves. She smiled at Erin pointing to her feet.

Erin smiled back and approached Madison again

Erin smiled back and approached Madison, her arms outstretched for an embrace. However, Erin stopped dead in her tracks and took a sniff of the air.

"Do you smell smoke?" she asked.

Suddenly a helicopter flew overhead, spraying a flammable agent on the forest. As it made contact with the trees and plants it burst into flames. Apparently, the development company had decided to forego with bulldozers and diggers and simply torch the forest.

"My forest!" Erin shouted out, making a run for the flaming trees. Madison ran after her and grabbed her around her waist, pulling her back.

"No, don't!" Madison shouted, "You'll burn!"

"I have to do something!"

"It's too late," Madison, said sadly, "There's nothing we can do. We have to get out of here before the fire surrounds us!"

"I can't leave," Erin, pleaded. "This forest was more like my home when I was human. Now, it's a part of me! If it dies, I die!"

"Okay, Okay," Madison attempted to calm the dryad. She pulled her platinum locks into a ponytail and concentrated on the heat of the fire. "Maybe there's some magic we can use to stop the fire. "

Erin and Madison concentrated their energy on the burning forest, much as if they had the wounded tree, but it was no use, the fire raged on.

The heat was getting intense as Erin collapsed in frustration.

"It's no use," she screamed. My beautiful forest, it's going to be destroyed."

Erin began to weep uncontrollably. Madison knew that they had to escape or they'd both be burnt to a crisp. However, she also knew that Erin wouldn't budge. As the fire crept closer, Madison knew that she could not leave her friend. Devotion to Erin overtook her need to protect herself. Madison knelt before the tearful dryad. As Madison touched her to consol her, she felt a surge of power run through her.

Erin continued to weep as Madison watched the sky darken considerably. The thickening storm clouds opened into a deluge of rain. The fire could not withstand the watery assault and quickly subsided.

Erin and Madison sat in the smoldering forest, enveloped in the steam created by the water falling on the hot timber.

"I have to rejuvenate the forest," Erin declared, "I have to bring it back; restore it to health."

"How do we do that?" Madison asked. "We could go to town and get some seeds..."

"No, I have a much more direct idea. I'm going to transform myself into a tree."

"You're what?"

"It's just for a day. I can reach into the soil that way and renew the spark of life to the forest. Then tomorrow I'll change back and the forest will be fresh and whole again."

"A tree... well, stranger things have happened. It's going to be dark soon," Madison, said, "I'll find a soft spot and wait for you to change back, I guess."

Erin smiled as she had an idea. "Give me your shirt," she said.

"What?"

"Your shirt. Give it to me. I'll make you a soft spot to sleep on."

Madison pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing her breasts. They looked a little larger at this moment, probably a result of her ongoing transformation. She handed the shirt to Erin.

"Watch this," Erin said, preparing to show off. She plunged the shirt into the ground and used her power to cause it to break apart. Before long the shirt had returned to the cotton, it had been originally, causing a soft thatch of cotton to grow on the ground. In a matter of moments, Erin had created a makeshift sleeping mat for her friend.

"Thanks," Madison said as she bedded down. "Can I help with your tree transformation?"

"I'll handle it," Erin said, "Just don't let anything happen to me while I'm changed. See you in the morning!"

Madison wished Erin luck as her dryad friend planted her feet on the ground and raised her arms up over her head. Brown bark began to form over Erin's green skin, beginning at her feet and traveling up her body. The effect moved up, turning her legs in to roots, her vagina to a knothole (which Madison noticed was damp with sap), her torso to a robust trunk, and her arms to smaller branches. The whole process took roughly five minute by Madison's count, and when it was all over; a tree, with the vague resemblance of Erin, was all that was left. Madison also noticed that as soon as the change was over little sprouts began to grow all around the forest floor. Erin had went right to work, it seemed.

Through the night, Madison sighed at the wonderful dream she enjoyed. She was back in the Satyr Woods, in the close embraces of Pan and Dawn, enjoying delights she could barely imagine.

"You're doing so well, Madison," the Princess of Satyrs told her, "but you're not done just yet," before she settled her mouth onto Madison's nether lips...

A sudden change in the environment spooked Madison awake. Cat-quick, she sat up from the cotton bed, as a thick vine that hugged her shoulders slinked away.

Her sight picked out a human form within the woods, toting a flashlight. "Who goes there?"

The figure stopped in its tracks. "Don't shoot!" came a gruff voice, lightly laced with Italian.

Madison frowned as she rose. "I don't think they're loaded," she grumbled, not bothering to hide her still-expanding chest. "Who are you? What're you doing out here?"

The intruder stepped closer, enough for Madison to make out his spare tire and unshaven face. What little of his black hair was visible sneaked out the back of his hard hat. Nervously, he tugged on his denim vest and adjusted his strained belt. "M' name's Matt, Matt Cippelli. Most folks just call me Guido." He extended his hand amicably, though Madison was unsure of whether to take it. After an awkward few moments, Guido cleared his throat and retracted the gesture. "Look, I'll be straight wit' ya. I'm the supervisor on the construction job back there. I jus' wanna know what's goin' on out here."

Madison crossed her arms defiantly. "We don't owe you any explanations. This forest, all of them, are very important. We're not about to let them be destroyed."

"Hey, no prob, I'm wit ya, really. It's just that, well, why're my guys actin' all weird, like they got high voices and they're playin' tag when they should be workin'? And how'd you trash my bulldozer n' shovel?" Guido allowed himself a look around. "For that matter, where's yer friend? And how's the place growin' back?"

"By a miracle," Madison snapped, "after you tried to burn it down!"

"Hey, that weren't my fuckin' idea!" Guido snapped. "My boss got pissed about everythin' goin' on here, and ordered that himself! Fuckin' near killed us all, and the town nearby if it'd spread!" The chunky man was visibly fumed about the destruction.

Madison's stance lightened a bit. "Your boss? So that wasn't your idea?"

"Look, lady, I like the woods too, okay? Don't know what Jacob Sharpe's got against it, but his pay's real good, and I got debt collectors ta head off an' mouths to feed." Slowly, he reached into his jeans pocket and extracted a worn corduroy wallet. He flipped it open to a family picture. "That's my wife Cindy, an' our kids. Brandon's 8 now an' Angie will be 5 on Tuesday."

Madison felt her heart melt. "All right, Guido. I understand why you were doing this, but we still can't let it happen. Maybe, however, you can tell me a bit about your boss."

"You mean you ain't heard of Jacob Sharpe? Where you been, in outer space or somethin'?" Guido said in disbelief.

"Not exactly," Madison replied, "But I'm not from around here."

"Well," Guido responded, "Let me-a tell-a you abou' Mister Jacob Sharp. He's one nasty gavonne, you know what I mean?"

Madison shook her head.

"He's a what you-a call, what's the word? Ruthless. He don't a care about a no body or no ting 'cept his money. This here woods going to be a big development, he build a houses everywhere."

"Guido," Madison interrupted, "These woods are very important to some..." Madison paused, "My people. I have to protect them. Will you help me?"

"I don't a know .... I wants to do what's a right, but I gotta family to tink of, ya'know."

Madison smiled at Guido, "I understand, family's important, but my friends protect those who help them, one way or another. You, Cindy and your kids will never have to fear helping us!" Madison said, trying to sound convincing.

"I wants to do what's right," Guido said, beaming with pride, "So I'll a help you.

"Great," Madison said, "We just have to wait for my friend, Erin."

"When's she come?" Guido asked, leaning against the Erin tree.

Madison suppressed a laugh, "Soon, I hope," she said.

---

Meanwhile, at the office of one Jacob Sharp, the industrialist was adding up some numbers on a spreadsheet. He was quite dismayed, for if construction on the condominiums didn't begin soon, he would lose quite a lot of money. This was unacceptable to him; Jacob needed the money to pay for his younger sister's necessary operation. Jacob scowled; knowing that at the rate things were going the condominiums would never be built. He put the papers away and pulled a flask out of his desk. He looked at it long and hard, thinking things over. Finally, after much thought, he decided to drink the potion in the flask. It would grant him the ability to destroy the forest personally.

Jacob Sharpe had hoped it wouldn't come to this. Then again, he wouldn't have invested in this potion if that were true.

He uncorked the bottle and sampled a sniff of the pungent stench. His nose wrinkled; it smelled like burning tire mixed with three-day old vomit.

"Calculated risk," he murmured, "for Frieda." With that, he crossed his fingers and chugged the potion.

Once the gag reflex had been forcibly suppressed, the effect hit him like a charging bull. He screamed and clenched his stomach, collapsing and stumbling over his oak desk. He felt his digestive tract rise up in revolt; all his effort went to keeping the solution down. Moments later, his body lurched violently, propelling him hard into the corner of his desk. Stars and blood clouded his vision; he thought himself dead.

---

When Jacob Sharpe cracked his eyelids once more, it was still daylight, though he couldn't be sure how much of it was left.

He barely realized what a mess he was, covered in vomit and blood, clad in stretched tatters of his ruined suit, disheveled black hair beyond any salon's help. He felt like someone had picked up the Earth and hit him upside the head with it.

Slowly, agonizingly, he hauled himself back into his $500 leather chair. Still reeling from vertigo and plain old pain, he was about to get his next surprise...

Before he could fully ascertain his situation, Sharpe's phone rang. He answered and got his secretary, Marjorie.

Her voice sounded like she was in the midst of great sex. "Mr. Sharpe...there's a...Miss Joy...here to see you."

Still reeling from the pain bought on by the potion in the flask, Sharpe couldn't respond. All he could think is, 'Who the fuck is this Miss Joy?'

However, before he could say anything, his door burst open and Joy, Queen of the Rogue Satyrs, charged into the room. Close at her hooves was Marjorie, looking particularly lustful in her new inky fur and black horns.

---

Back in the forest, Madison waited patiently for Erin to emerge as her 'normal' dryad self.

Guido was growing impatient. "I tink we'd betta get going. Mista' Sharpe be here soon."

"We just have to wait a few more minutes." Madison said, eyeing the horizon. The sun was about to rise.

As the first rays of dawn made their presence known, Madison heard a rustling in Erin's leaves. She distracted Guido by asking him more questions about the forest as the Erin tree shrank and reformed into the forest nymph.

Finally, Erin was standing behind them, back to her old self.

"So who's your friend?" Erin whispered.

Her comment made Guido jump, "Whoa, what's goin' on around here. Where did that tree go? And whoz dis green lady?"

Madison made quick introductions. Erin and Guido shook hands, "Pleased to a meecha." Guido said.

Just then, they heard a voice calling in the woods "GUIDO" it yelled.

"OH Shit," Guido exclaimed. "Its Cindy, and I'm a here and youz two are nekid. Oh boy am I in a trouble!"

---

Of course, Guido wasn't the only one in trouble. Joy's rogue side had been reawakened when her, again, boyfriend Hal stood her up for that pledge in the BEA sorority, Amber. Joy couldn't control her anger and tapped into her rogue tendencies. Her recollection of past events restored, she sought out her nemeses, Madison, and was looking to Jacob Sharpe to help capture her.

It was hard to say who was more surprised by the creature they confronted in Sharpe's office. Sharpe, face to face with Joy, a rogue satyress, or Joy, face to face with Sharpe a Minotaur

Being evil still meant that there was room for surprise. Joy was stunned to find a Minotaur in the office of Jacob Sharpe, especially since she had anticipated finding a weak, puny man. "What have you done with Jacob Sharpe?" Joy asked angrily, "I need him for my plan."

"I am Jacob Sharpe," Sharpe said, "Or, I used to be. I feel the burning anger in my body and soul. I cast off my human life and commit myself to the destruction of the forest! I am Sharp the minotaur!"

Joy's gaze turned icy. Even through she was a rogue satyress she still respected the forest. The forests of the world must live on, and here was a Minotaur threatening to destroy it all. She lunged forward to attack, but Sharp charged and knocked her back through the wall of the office. Then, with a powerful charge, he rammed his way outside and ran off towards the forest.

Joy picked herself up from the wreckage and Marjorie helped to dust her new mistress off. As much as she hated to admit it, Joy was in over her head. She came up with a new plan, one that would save the forest and stop the rage of the Minotaur.

Joy's twisted mind went quickly to work. She knew from firsthand experience that brute strength (even her substantial power) wouldn't cut it.

It was then she noticed the picture on his desk, slightly cracked from the battle. "Who is this?" she queried her servant, admiring the preciousness of the girl within the frame.

Marjorie broke shortly away from her tending to Mistress Joy's fur for a glance at the photo. "That's Frieda Sharpe, Mistress. She's his sister in college. She's very ill."

"Is she now?" Joy purred.

"Yes, Mistress. Mister Sharpe was planning to use the money from his new condominium project to pay for her operation."

"How noble," she scowled, "but futile." She thoughtfully stroked her chin. "Marjorie," she spoke with a satisfied smirk, "what are her hospital's visiting hours?"

---

"Aw, Hell," Guido groaned.

"Guido!" Cindy's voice was normally like a songbird's, unless she was as angry as now. She sounded more like a hungry hawk. "What the hell are you doing out here? Who are these women?"

"Cin, hon, it's-a all right. Just let me explain, okay?"

Madison and Erin kept themselves quiet as Guido went into his story. Despite the evidence of Madison's slightly furry privates and Erin's chlorophyll-induced appearance, it was a bit hard to swallow.

Madison found herself daydreaming, wondering what the couple would look like transformed into satyrs, if Cindy's silky brown hair covered her legs and full, heavy horns hung over her chocolate brown eyes. She fantasized a bit about Guido mounting her, using his full goat erection on her, and sighed audibly.

Erin heard (fortunately, she was the only one) and elbowed her forcefully in the ribs. "You're not helping," she murmured.

The White Satyress didn't have much time to feel ashamed, for the rumbling of several trees, being forcibly uprooted shocked everyone into silence.

Erin shuddered violently. "Something's...killing...the trees!"

"What's the matter? What's goin' on?" Guido asked of no one in particular, as he pulled Cindy close to him for protection.

Cindy screamed, and pointed to the mass of bull humanity over the hill. It rammed a tree headfirst, knocking it straight from the ground and plowing right through headfirst into the next one.

"He's destroying the balance! We must stop him now!" Erin cried out.

"I know," Madison replied tersely, feeling the connection to the Satyr Woods ebb with every falling timber. "I think I know how." The crash of falling timber distracted Madison from her ruminations. Finally, after a dozen more trees had fallen victim to the charging Minotaur that had been Jacob Sharpe, the solution came to her. "Erin," she said, "That tree over there," she pointed to a large oak down the hill from the crashing beast, "Can you petrify it?"

Realizing what Madison intended, Erin smirked, though the forest nymph regretted losing a singe tree, she realized that this subterfuge was necessary to stop the Minotaur's onslaught.

"I think so." Erin said as she concentrated her energy on the oak. Its leaves immediately took on a rainbow of color before turning a crisp brown and dropping to the forest floor. Then its structure hardened and turned to stone. What had been, moments before, a living tree was now a monolith of impenetrable stone. Its roots plunged deep in the ground, creating a network of stone anchors.

Still filled with the rage and contempt that was now his nature, Sharpe the Minotaur failed to realize the change in his next target. He plummeted headlong into the petrified tree and crashed into it head first. His mighty horns framed the trunk.

However, this tree did not budge. Instead, the immovable object restrained the nearly unstoppable force. The Minotaur roared in pain and grabbed his head before passing into unconsciousness.

Erin smiled at Madison, and the two of them, with Guido and Cindy close behind, moved into investigate.

As she walked toward the comatose beast, Madison was rewarded for her ingenuity. A tingle along her legs foreshadowed the flourish of snowy fur that expanded from her pubic region and spread to her ankles even as they rose above her changing feet that were now capped with shinning white hooves. Madison wagged the tail that had again erupted from her rump as she took stock of her condition. She knew that only horns and pointy ears separated her from humanity and her position as a goddess of the satyrs. She also knew that another great test stood between her and that goal.

Erin noticed Madison's changes too. "Looking good girl," she commented.

Madison blushed. "There's no time for that, he'll wake up soon. We have to restrain him."

"No problem," Erin replied. She waved her hand and vines began growing around the Minotaur. Cindy screamed as one ran over her leg. She jumped into Guido's arms, but he was trembling too.

"Don't worry," Madison said with a knowing grin. "We'll never hurt you."

---

Meanwhile Inside Forest General Hospital, Joy and Marjorie stalked the hallways. Finally, in ICU, they found the room labeled "Frieda Sharpe."

Inside, a young woman slept a drug induced slumber. The room was dark, illuminated only by the lights of monitors hooked up to the young patient.

As Joy entered the room, Frieda stirred, "Jake" she said in a raspy voice, "is that you?"

Joy nudged Marjorie who answered, "No, dear," she tried to conceal the change in her voice and sound less ominous. "It's Marjorie, and I've brought some - one to meet you."

Joy stepped out of the shadows and into Frieda's view.

Frieda passed out from the shock of seeing a satyress walk into her hospital room. With her out cold, Joy and Marjorie got to work on their plan: abduction. They knew they couldn't carry the unconscious girl out of the hospital without causing a scene, so they carefully unplugged the various machines attached to her bed and carted her - bed and all - out of the room. Nobody paid any attention to the sight of two "nurses" moving a patient, after all.

Once in the elevator Joy pushed the button for the sub-basement where a hallway would lead them straight for Marjorie's van. After loading, Frieda in they would drive off and head for the forest.

Joy and Marjorie drove out of the hospital lot without incident and made their way into the forest that was to be Jacob Sharpe's next grand development. Joy was going to confront the beastly Minotaur and force him to stop destroying the forest.

---

At that same time, Sharpe the Minotaur was coming around from his stupor. The enormous creature struggled to get free, but Erin's vines held him tightly.

"What da hell is dat?" Guido exclaimed.

"It's a Minotaur," Madison said rather matter of factly.

"Yeah, but there's never been anything like that around here before!"

"Maybe he wasn't always a Minotaur," Erin volunteered. "There's a lot of that going around lately.

"Yeah," Cindy agreed, glancing at Madison. "You've changed even since I met you." Then she flashed her a sly grin and raised her eyebrows at the comment. "You mind it if I ...?" Cindy reached a hand tentatively toward Madison's furry thigh.

"Go ahead." Madison encouraged.

Cindy ran her fingers though the curly tufts. "Wow! This is so silky ... and sexy..." her voice trailed off. Madison beamed widely.

Guido was too busy studying the Minotaur to notice what Cindy was doing.

"Hey!" his cry bought Cindy and Madison back to reality. "What's that? I've seen dat tattoo before." He pointed to a tattoo in the Minotaur's swollen bicep. "That's Mista Sharpe!"

The Minotaur snorted and thrashed about. A vine tore free and smacked Guido in the head. He fell backwards and slumped onto the ground.

Erin concentrated and extended more vines to restrain him as Madison and Cindy attended to Guido.

Everyone was relieved as Guido came around. He hugged Cindy tightly and she gently brushed the welt on his fore head.

Madison was alerted to a rustling in the forest. Two figures approached. Madison stood still, ready for what may come next. She breathed a sigh of relief as two familiar faces - lovely ones at that - emerged from the forest.

"Bridget! Anne!" she cried out to the two satyresses. "What are you doing here?"

Professor Anne Morgan, former Ph.D. in anthropology and current forest nymph, smiled at Madison, her former student who had brought her into her new life (and form). "Joy's at it again!" she said. "She reverted to the Rogue Queen, and Bridget and I tracked her here."

"And speaking of reverting," Bridget said, eyeing Madison's partial transformation.

Madison smiled back. "It's not that easy for me," she said.

Erin was having trouble retaining Sharpe the Minotaur, as he grew more and more conscious. "Uh, Madison," she commented, "this reunion is fun and all, but someone needs to take the bull by the horns so to speak."

"I'm thinking," Madison replied. Then she looked at Anne. "The minotaur in Crete was kept in a labyrinth, right?" she asked.

"Yes," Anne responded, putting her doctorate to good use, "Daedalus built the Labyrinth for King Minos. It was too complicated for the Minotaur to find its way out."

"Erin, Bridget, Anne," Madison said looking to each of her enchanted friends. "Think we can do something a-maze-ing."

"We'd better do something soon." Erin cautioned as another vine snapped loose.

The four mythical creatures concentrated their energy. Erin caused enormous hedges to sprout. Anne, Bridget and Madison concentrated on directing the growth into an elaborate network of passageway. Most made long twists and turns only to return to the center. When the maze was complete, Madison nodded at Erin. The dryad petrified the hedges creating 12-foot stone walls.

Now everyone, Madison, Erin, Anne, Bridget, Guido, Cindy and, of course, the Minotaur sat in the center of the maze.

"Let's go," Madison instructed.

The group departed just as Sharpe broke free. However, guided by the knowledge of the maze they created. (In addition, its secret escape path like the one Daedalus had included in the original) They made their way out. By the time they were two turns ahead of Sharpe, the beast was hopelessly lost. He bellowed in anger at his capture.

Once in the clearing beyond the Labyrinth, Erin asked, "Where to?"

"We've 'a gots 'a cabin down da' road." Guido volunteered. "Yous welcome to stay wit' us!"

"Sure," Cindy encouraged, "The kids are at my mother's, there's plenty of room."

"I'm worried about Joy," Madison commented. "She's got to be up to no good. And we'd better investigate how Sharpe turned into a bigger bully than he was."

"I'll 'a take you to 'is office if you'd 'a like." Guido said.

---

With that, Guido and Madison went to the headquarters of Sharpe Development. Cindy took Erin, Anne and Bridget to their cabin. Upon seeing that it was a LOG cabin, Erin refused to enter. She sat next to a tree by the front door. Guarding the entrance.

---

Inside, Cindy tried to be hospitable to her guests, but she was having a hard time concentrating. She showed them around the cabin and they ended up in the bedroom. Sitting on the bed, flanked by the two satyresses, Cindy tried to keep up the conversation.

"So," she said, "You're friends of Madison's?"

"Yes," Bridget answered.

"I never imagined creatures like you existed." Cindy said. "I mean I fanaticized and everything, but..."

"Fanaticized about what?" Anne asked, drawing closer to the young woman.

Cindy's voice quivered, "Being, being... power... powerful. Sexy... Strong... Desired!"

"Doesn't Guido... desire... you?" Bridget asked.

"Of course, but marriage changes things, you have responsibilities."

"You don't have to," Anne responded, gazing into Cindy's eyes and cocking her eyebrow suggestively.

Bridget turned Cindy to face her. "You could be powerful."

Anne leaned in and unbuttoned the top button on Cindy's blouse, "Strong..."she said as she reached in a caressed Cindy's modest breast, bringing her nipple to hardness in an instant.

"Sexy..." Bridget continued as she joined Anne in groping at Cindy, rubbing her crotch through her jeans.

"Strong..." Anne said as she kissed at Cindy's supple neck.

"Desired!" the satyresses said in unison as they kissed each other in front of Cindy's face. The woman's lip quivered at the sight. She was on fire. Her panties were soaked from her dripping pussy.

"Just say the words, Love." Anne said as both satyresses turned their attention back to Cindy, kissing her face and licking at her neck and ears. "You can be a satyress like us. It's yours for the taking!"

Cindy's mind was swimming. However, she was overcome by one emotion. Lust!

"Oh, GOD, YES!" she screamed, "Give it to me. Make me like you!"

Anne and Madison helped Cindy remove her clothes and laid her gently upon her bed. Bridget toyed with the woman as she removed her lacy panties. She brought the soaked garment to her face and took a deep sniff. The she spread Cindy's legs wide and began to lap at her slit.

Anne knelt beside Cindy as the woman moaned at the touch of Bridget's skilled tongue. "Does that feel good, darling?" she asked. Cindy nodded in response, unable to speak. "It's our essence that will change you," she instructed, "Drink it in and become one of us!"

Cindy was beyond rationale thought. Her hips bucked as Bridget drove her to new heights of ecstasy. Cindy reached to Anne and rubbed her furry thigh, guiding the satyress onto her waiting lips. She drank deeply from Anne's musky crotch, enjoying the juice that flowed from it.

Bridget enjoyed the changes that began to manifest themselves as Cindy's pubic hair thickened into fur that began to spread down her thighs. "You're changing, Cindy," Bridget advised as she licked at her mound again. "You even taste like a satyress!"

These words brought a howl of delight from the changing woman and unleashed a series of orgasms filled with pleasure and change. Cindy rubbed her breasts as they inflated rapidly. Her firm, cantaloupe sized orbs were far more sensitive that ever before and she enjoyed tweaking her hard nipples.

Anne stroked the woman's burning ears through her ever-lengthening mane of hair as they grew to long, sharp points and covered themselves in fur. At the same time, Cindy felt the fur, 'her fur', reach her ankles just as those joints popped into their new shape. Another 'toe curling' orgasm was upon her. This one did literally curl her toes as her feet sectioned off and hardened into cloven hooves.

Anne grabbed hold of the twin horns that were burnishing from Cindy's forehead and pulled her face into her pussy to bring forth her own release.

Satisfied, but not exhausted, in spite of her dozens of orgasms, the new satyress rose and walked carefully, growing accustomed to the new shape of her legs and her dainty hooves, to the mirror. She admired her new form in the full-length mirror. She adjusted her long brown locks to let her ears and horns poke through. She appreciated the deep, all over tan that had covered every inch of her body, and twirled about to inspect her rump and the short tail that wagged from it in glee.

Then the trio of satyresses heard the front door open.

"Guido!" Cindy said with a grin.

Anne and Bridget sat on the bed in front of Cindy, concealing her changed body only slightly.

"Cin'?" Guido called out from downstairs.

"We're up here, darling," Cindy called back.

---

Joy and Marjorie reached the new labyrinth just about the time Madison and the others left. She could sense the magic that had created it. She hoped that the defeated Minotaur would agree to help her catch Madison now that he had fallen victim to her as well. Even if he didn't she knew that she had a valuable barging chip in his ill sister. Taking careful note of her course, Joy entered the maze, leaving Marjorie to keep guard over Frieda.

---

As Erin sat in the tree, she heard a group of small, high-pitched voices coming up the path. The dryad smiled, eager to meet the former construction workers who were learning to adapt to the life of fae.

---

The twists and turns of the maze wore on Joy's temper, though she composed herself with weary resolve. Her thoughts remained with what she would do with her new toy, once he'd been sufficiently enraptured.

She didn't have to worry about finding him. He found her rather quickly.

Sharpe clenched his fists and snorted in anger. "YOU..."

She defensively raised her arms. "I come in peace, Sharpe." Slowly, she sauntered toward the massive Minotaur, her legs and hooves moving seductively against the hard ground. "I have business to discuss."

"No business! Get me out of here!"

"I will...but I have a couple terms." The Rogue dropped slowly to a squat.

"Better not try tricking' me!"

Joy smirked. "Wouldn't dream of it, lover." Her finger began tracing his heavy sheath, coaxing the thick bull's member free. "We'll talk in a minute. First, here's some incentive for you."

The Rogue proceeded to give Sharpe the best deep-throat he'd ever known, as man or monster. Joy sucked him into total docility, working her special powers at the moment of each ejaculation. The beast was putty in her hands by the time she'd coaxed out his fifth load.

"Now then," Joy whispered sexily, licking seed from her lips, "here's the deal, Sharpe. I can't let you keep destroying the forest, seeing, as it's my home and all. What I can do is focus your anger somewhere else. See, I have enemies, ones I'm sure you'd like to have another crack at."

"The ones...that imprisoned me?"

"The same, plus, I can help your sister, Frieda. I can make her much better."

Sharpe dropped his gaze to meet Joy's. "If you hurt her..."

"She's not hurt. My minion Marjorie watches over her as we speak. Come on, let's go to her."

The Minotaur slowly rose to his full height. "She'd better know what she's doing."

"Oh, she does," Joy smirked. "In fact, my minion shall be yours, too."

Sharpe and Joy worked their way through the maze, turning corners and walking in circles for quite some time. Eventually the sexual hold Joy had over the Minotaur weakened, and Sharpe could feel the mystical power radiating from her body. Much to Joy's surprise he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up until she was looking him right in the eyes.

"I sense much power in you," he said darkly, "I will have it."

Before Joy could protest or threaten, Sharpe kissed her deeply, draining the satyress energies from her. Her furry features faded, and as the Minotaur absorbed her energies, Joy turned back into her plain human self. Once she was drained, Sharpe dropped her to the ground and, with a bellowing roar; he leapt straight up into the air and over the maze. The last thing Joy heard before she passed out from exhaustion was her lackey's scream.

Sometime later Joy, the normal human, woke up.

As Joy emerged from her unconsciousness, memories of her past, her very dark past came flooding back to her. She remembered her descent into a bunny girl and her reign as the Queen of the Rogue satyrs. She shed a tear for all the havoc she'd wrought and resolved to set things right.

Joy wandered through the maze for over an hour, making several wrong turns along the way before she emerged into an open field. Marjorie lay in the middle of the field, human as well, next to Frieda's empty hospital bed.

Joy grabbed a bed sheet for the sake of modesty and wrapped herself in it, then did the same for Marjorie.

When Sharpe's former assistant came to, she recognized Joy at once, even with her dramatic reversions.

Putting their heads together, they decided to Ask Sharpe's foreman - Guido - for help, they set off for his cabin

Returning to Sharpe's office was far too dangerous, as it was the closest thing to a lair he had right now. Running away was quickly dismissed as well; Joy created the situation, at least partially, and she had to deal with it. As for the cops, what could they really do, and was it worth trying to convince them?

The two set off in search of Guido at his cabin. Joy was eager to make haste there. Aside from her single-sheet covering, Marjorie was beginning to come to her altered senses. The massive fucking she'd received from Sharpe had sated her lust for a while, though she remained a Rogue.

Joy had managed to convince her that she was still her Queen, though the lie was becoming more transparent by the minute. She couldn't keep refusing Marjorie's subtle advances, both from her need to keep up the facade and the effect they had on her. If she gave in, Marjorie could turn her back into a Rogue. She was quite happy to have her humanity back; the very thought of losing it again made her sick. She nearly jumped out of her skin when Marjorie's hand slapped her ass and squeezed. Joy resisted her natural instinct to slap her, responding instead with a wry half-smile and a wink.

They neared the cabin as Marjorie's lust was beginning to sway Joy. With grit of determination, she raced through the remaining forest path, losing her sheet in the flight.

Her ex-minion bellowed angrily, finally realizing that Joy had been lying to her. "I'll make you beg for my touch, you human filth!" The Rogue strode quickly after her, intent on claiming her prize.

Marjorie was just about to boil over in a combination of lust and rage at this infidel who had misled her. She was no rogue queen! Hell she wasn't even a rogue anymore, but Marjorie could correct that, and dominate this lying little bitch in the process.

Fortunately, for Joy, Guido and Cindy's cabin was in sight when she lost any control over Marjorie. The young woman took off in a sprint toward the front door.

As Joy came down the path, with Marjorie close on her heels, Erin took note of their approach. She dispatched three fairies, Stephanie, Erica and Christine, (formerly Sharpe Construction employees, Steven, Eric and Christopher) to intercede. The fairies had shrunk to a mere six inches in height. Clothes no longer fit them, not that they cared, and their bodies were perfectly proportioned and female. They flew about on delicate wings and directed their strong magic to the pursuing rogue. Marjorie was frozen in her tracks by their powerful spell. Joy didn't take the time to figure out what had occurred and plunged into the cabin.

Inside, she head voices from the bedroom upstairs, moans really, and made her way tentatively to the bedroom door. Peering in, she saw three satyresses, two she recognized and one she didn't, on the on the bed with one handsome and very well hung satyr.

Guido was lying on the bed, stroking his newly grown beard as Bridget and Annie crouched on either side of him, sharing his sheathed cock. His satyress wife, Cindy, kissed and licked playfully at his pointed ears and curling horns.

When he'd entered the bedroom a short time ago, Guido was pleasantly surprised to discover Cindy's altered form. He had been aroused by the satyresses he'd met that day, but was guilty and conflicted by the urges he felt because of his devotion to his wife. He thought his interaction with these mythical creatures might fuel his own fantasies, but nothing more. Then, he saw Cindy!

She emerged from behind Annie and Bridget in all her glory and slinked across the room, sexier than ever. Guido was unable to speak as Cindy dropped into a crouch on her haunches and began to suck him off. His wife, who he'd never imagined would entertain his fantasy of a 'three-way', then did that, and more, motioning for Annie and Bridget to join her. Fueled by his own change, Guido was surprised by his heightened stamina and staying power. He was a full satyr by his second orgasm and spent the better part of two hours after that pleasing his satyress wife and her friends.

Joy entered the room, her mouth agape at the scene before her.

Then the door slammed behind her, it was Madison!

"What the hell are you doing here!" the White Satyress demanded.

"Madison," Joy began, "I'm ... I'm so glad to see you! There's a Minotaur on the loose and he ..."

Joy set into her tale of her struggles with Sharpe and his escape, though Madison seemed skeptical and was constantly on guard for some reversion to Roguedom by Joy.

---

On the other side of town, Sharpe had done what he could to turn his former office into a proper lair. He barricaded the doors and attended to Frieda. She was not doing well, given her kidnapping from the hospital and the absence of her medication.

Sharpe looked up at her lovingly from time to time as he studied the ancient book that had accompanied the potion that had transformed him. Suddenly, the writing made sense to him!

He scanned the text and located a spell. It would save Frieda, that was certain, but it may make some other profound changes. Still, as Frieda's monitor signaled the ebb of her life's essence, Sharpe knew he had to act.

Sharpe frantically spoke the words of the spell, praying he was pronouncing the ancient Greek correctly.

Frieda's body shook and thrashed, wracked by unseen magical forces. She gasped and coughed as bolts of blue lightning radiated from the scroll, lancing her form.

The lethal diseases slowly leeched from her body, restoring her unconscious form to the picture of health.

Sharpe neither noticed nor cared about the effects of the spell, about the magic released and sent about the world. Even if he knew what they would do to every human man, woman, and child, he wouldn't have given a damn.

Frieda was well, and that was all that mattered. Screw the world.

---

"Look, what more do you want me to say? I'm sorry, I mean it!"

Madison continued to give Joy her most skeptical glance. The half-transformed White Satyress paced the room, her hooves clomping on the hardwood floor.

Joy shook her head in exasperation. "I don't want to be that...thing...anymore. I just want to be human! And," her head drooped in shame, "maybe...somehow...make up for...what I did?"

The satyrs around the room pondered her words in silence; each of them, even Madison, felt a stirring of sympathy for the frightened young woman.

Suddenly the silence was broken when Joy shuddered from a sudden rush of magic. "Yah," she said, visible shivering from the rush.

"Are you all right?" Madison asked.

"Yeah... fine," Joy said, "Just a cold chill or something."

"We should get you something to wear," Cindy suggested, "That's got to be why you're cold."

Joy suddenly remembered she was naked and started to cover herself with her hands, but didn't bother. Everyone in the room was equally nude, and besides they'd already had a great view of her beautiful body.

Suddenly Madison stepped forward and said "My goodness, Joy! Since when have you been so beautiful? I just want to hold you and never let you go."

"Um...thanks..." Joy said softly, still a bit leery of touching the satyress.

"Isn't she, though?" Cindy echoed her sentiments, approaching from behind to stroke Joy's hair.

"Mmm, just looking at her makes me hot," Bridget echoed, joining her sister satyress in admiration of Joy. Soon Guido and Annie added to the affection, surrounding a thoroughly confused Joy.

To her surprise, she found herself beginning to enjoy the attention. She smiled and sighed as the satyr and satyresses touched her creamy, flawless skin, as they cupped her tight ass and large breasts. She reeled in sensation as they brushed her lustrous hair, planted sweet kisses along her pointed ears...

"What?"

Joy sprang away from the caresses of her newfound friends, forcing her way through their hands (among other appendages) across the room and down the hallway to the bathroom. She slammed and locked the door, coming face to face with the mounted full-length mirror.

"Oh God...I...I'm beautiful!" Indeed, she was, from her delicately pointed ears to the knee-length golden mane of hair, far longer and more lustrous than her natural black. Her face was angular yet symmetrical, highlighting every facet of her new supernatural beauty. She had lost almost a foot in height, yet every part of her body was perfectly proportioned. She was the loveliest nymph in existence.

Joy forced herself to take a step back from her own reflection, one she was quickly becoming enamored with. She closed her amethyst eyes, took a deep breath, and made an objective accounting of herself.

Joy felt frightened; after all, she'd lost her humanity... again! She wondered why she seemed to be a cosmic lightning rod for such strange changes and wondered how she'd ever shed this nymph's image and become her normal human self again. A knock at the door cut her thoughts short though.

"Joy?" Madison said, "There's no need to be scared. Can I come in?"

"This isn't right," Joy said back through the door, "I'm not meant to be this way!"

"That's doesn't matter. What matters is that you are this way now, so you'd better make the best of it. And you can start doing that by letting me kiss you until my lips go numb."

Joy made the most adorable scrunched face and stuck out her tongue in disgust at the thought, but in the back of her mind she felt a little bit of interest in Madison's proposal. That idea just made her make a worse face and she shuddered at knowing that, slowly but surely, the thoughts and libido of a nymph was becoming her own.

"I have to get out of here," Joy said to herself.

Madison continued to beat on the bathroom door. The drumbeats of her fists were soon joined by her fellow satyresses and Guido, the satyr.

They pleaded with her, "Joy," Cindy cried, "You're so beautiful. I just want to lick you all over!"

"Yeah," Annie agreed, "We only want to please you."

Joy gazed at her exceptional form in the full length mirror. She ran her delicate hands over her smooth skin. Her larger breasts were so sensitive, she nearly orgasmed at her own touch. She could hardly imagine what a satyr, three satyresses and an almost satyress/goddess, could do to her.

Joy held the doorknob in her hand, all she needed to do was turn it open. 'They'd do the rest. And oh, it'd feel so good'

Then Joy snapped back to reality. She'd been a bunny girl and rogue satyress. She figured she didn't have many trips back to humanity. If she was going to be a nymph, she had better be sure.

The wood of the door began to splinter at the pounding from the other side. Joy opened the window and stepped onto the roof. She jumped with ease to the forest floor below and began to run. She was certain that Madison and her friends would break through the door and begin to chase her.

Joy was impressed by her agility and stamina. The branches and rocks didn't hurt her bare skin as she made her way through the woods. She felt completely in tune with nature, her surroundings and the woods. Her doubts faded from her mind. She wasn't some timid bunny girl or some evil, rogue satyress anymore. She was a nymph. She'd have ecstasy beyond imagining in this form. There was nothing to fear.

Joy stopped. She could hear someone behind her. She waited in a small clearing to see who'd won the race for her affections. It was Hal.

Joy stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of Hal. He was the last person she expected to see in the middle of the forest like this. "Hal, honey, what are you doing here?"

"Joy," he said, walking up to her confidently and sweeping her into an embrace, "I knew you'd be here. I had to come for you. God, you're beautiful."

"You don't mind that I'm-"

"-a nymph? I'd love you no matter what you were, be it human, rabbit, or, hell, even a goat."

"I love you," she said as Hal lowered her to the soft ground. They kissed passionately, their hands running along each others' bodies. Joy was already nude, so she took it upon herself to help Hal reach the same state. She pulled his shirt over his head and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear as Joy said "Take me," and Hal said "Gladly," Hal grinned broadly, and was just about to fulfill her request when the satyr contingent strode onto the scene.

Several of them gasped as they ran. "Joy," Madison cried out, "that's not Hal!"

"What," the aroused nymph replied, and only then took a good look at her love.

Hal's smirk turned to a frown, as his masculinity retracted to a feminine vagina...a furry one, at that.

"Marjorie!" Joy exclaimed, as the disguised and freed Rogue clenched her tightly.

"Right, my little fuck toy!" Her strong legs propelled them to a vertical base and broke into a wild run. The nymph fought as best she could to escape both the clutch and the nipple being forced into her mouth.

"As a nymph, you can't be transformed like a human can. I can't change you back into a Rogue, but I can enslave your mind and body to me," Marjorie sneered, striding to evade capture by the pursuing satyrs. "One little drink and you'll be all mine, fuck toy!"

Joy felt the nipple quiver as Marjorie's teat found purchase in her mouth and then, just as the milk began to flow, Marjorie tripped over a vine that Erin's faeries were holding taught right at ankle level. Joy flipped out of Marjorie's grip and grabbed a hold of a tree branch, doing a graceful twirl and landing safely on the ground. Marjorie, meanwhile, had fallen down a deep hole within falling distance, although she'd grabbed on to a lone vine that was growing out of the side of the hole.

"Help me!" she cried, "Somebody do something!"

An odd thought ran through Joy's mind. Very odd, actually, but what was normal anymore?

"Grab my hand," she called out, leaning over the top of the pit.

The Rogue, sensing the eventual faltering of the thin vine, took her up on the offer. Marjorie dug her hooves into the side of the out earth, giving her climbing purchase as Joy worked what she could of her strength to heave her out.

"Why...ugh...why did you..."

A nymph nipple shoved into her mouth quickly silenced the Rogue. "Shhh. Drink," Joy whispered in her sweetest, most alluring tone, gently brushing the greasy mane. Her other fingers danced fearlessly around the Rogue's breasts and crotch.

Marjorie found herself lost in the sweet, succulent taste of nymph milk, unable to move or do anything but suckle like an impassioned lover.

As the others caught up to the site of the strange seduction, Joy began to see what affect her unique breast milk had upon the Rogue Satyress.

What became of Marjorie after drinking from Joy's nymph nipple was truly wondrous. Her Rogue ambitions were flushed from her body and soul first, restoring her original friendly and caring personality. Her satyress traits were the next to go, as her fur and hooves seemingly melted away to be replaced by her original human features. By the time she had drank enough to satisfy her, Marjorie was her normal human self again.

"Wow," she said, looking at her restored body, "Just... wow."

"It does a body good," Joy said with a smile. "How do you feel?"

"I feel... loved, cared for, and happy. You gave me back my life," she said, "I'm yours, Joy, yours forever."

"Um," Joy said, surprised by that, "I'm really not looking for that right now, but-"

"I can be whatever you want. I can be a lover, a friend, a confidant, a-"

"One can never have enough friends," Joy said.

"Then I'll be your best friend. We'll help each other, protect each other, and enjoy all there is to do in life."

It was at that moment that the others caught up to Joy and Marjorie. When they caught sight of the nymph and the human enjoying a friendly nude embrace, they assumed that Marjorie had won Joy's heart. What began as obsessive lust became obsessive jealousy.

The satyrs approached Joy and Marjorie and noted their embrace.

"That slut," Bridget exclaimed. "What's she doing with MY Joy?"

"Your Joy," Cindy snapped back. "She's going with me!"

A huge squabble erupted among the mass of creatures vying for Joy's affection. Words turned to shouts. Shouts turned to pushes. Pushes turned to shoves. Shoves turned to punches. A Battle Royal grew into a full fledged melee.

Joy stood to the side, shouting to stop this insanity even as Marjorie clung, lovingly, to her leg.

Madison, battered and bruised, pulled herself from the pile and focused her divine powers.

"STOP!!" the White Satyress bellowed. Everyone involved in the free-for-all halted themselves and paid rapt attention to the semi-demi-goddess.

"Look at us! Pan and Dawn would be ashamed of us!" She paused to let her words sink in to each of the assembled. "We should never fight among ourselves!" Her attention turned to Joy. With a deep bow upon her goatish legs and an eager wag of her tail, she addressed the stunned nymph.

"Dearest Joy, we would all be honored to share pleasure with you, should you so desire."

Before the startled Joy could respond, her suitor found herself engulfed in a shimmering nimbus of light. Mythical and mortal alike watched the enraptured Madison sigh and moan as her body was infused with power.

"Dawn," she whispered, in her deeper, more sensual voice. The skin of her forehead parted without pain to birth magnificent white horns.

"Madison," came the voice of the Satyr Princess, "Pleasure, wisdom, trust. You are all these things now."

Madison touched the growing points of her furry ears. "Pan," she sighed sensually, stroking the thick locks of her ivory hair.

"White Satyress," came the voice of the God of Pleasure, "awaken!"

With a final burst and an orgasmic release, Madison crossed the line into immortality. The White Satyress, the Deitific representative of all satyrs are and stand for, stood in all her horned and furry glory before the amazed collective.

"Wow!" Bridget exclaimed, clasping her face in shock.

"Damn, you're hot!" Cindy exclaimed, her tail wagging quite excitedly.

"Mamma Mia," Guido proclaimed, stroking his phallic girth and licking his lips.

Madison bathed in their adoration, before turning her focus back to the current subject of her adoration. Joy was now seemingly as enthralled with Madison as the satyresses had been with her.

"My lovely nymph," the demi-goddess sweetly inquired, "will you take pleasure from all of us this night?"

Joy found all her earlier trepidation washed away in the presence of Madison's glory.

"Yes...I think I will." The nymph reached forward to take Madison's hand, allowing herself to be pulled into a deep lovers' kiss.

Then, suddenly, Joy yanked herself away. "But you'll have to catch me first!" She took off running, laughing and prancing playfully through the forest, as was her new nature.

Madison chuckled heartily. "Silly girl, doesn't she know not to run from a satyr?" The satyr contingent took off after her, laughing and cheering all the way. Erin and her faeries followed along in the treetops, themselves immune to Joy's charms but still quite interested nonetheless. Marjorie felt a need to follow along as well, if only to be near her friend...

---

Frieda felt quite stiff, and more than a little confused.

She struggled with her surroundings, most notably the lack of IV tubes and the absence of monitor beeping. It was the first time in her entire life such things were absent.

"Uugh," she groaned, taking in the sight of her surroundings. She saw a smashed and dilapidated office, looking more like a walled-up junk pile than a domicile.

"Frieda! You're awake!"

Her heart skipped several beats at the sight of the Minotaur across the room. She took a long, good look at the beast as he approached, and screamed.

Frieda let out a bloodcurdling scream at the sight of the Minotaur across the room. She continued shrieking, her world turned on end at the presence of the beast.

"Frieda, it's me! It's Jacob!" Sharp said, trying to calm her.

Frieda stopped screaming and started asking questions.

"Jacob?" Frieda asked tentatively, "It's you, but how, why?"

The Minotaur's precise mind tried to answer his sister's questions in order.

"Yes, it's me. I got a spell from some man claiming to be some sort of wizard. He promised me power, immense power, the power to rule over the forces of nature...enough power to cure you of that cursed disease.

Sharpe broke down and began to cry.

As he sobbed, Frieda realized that she did feel better, much better for that matter, healthy in fact.

"Jacob, you did this for me?" Frieda asked.

"You, yes for you, you're my sister. You're all I have. I couldn't let you die."

"Oh, Jacob," Frieda stroked her bovine brother's thick pelt as she caressed his shoulder.

"But I've only condemned you to an even worse fate."

Frieda looked at him with concern.

Sharpe continued. "The wizard said he'd exact payment only when you were restored. But since I've been unable to complete the forest development, I have no means to pay him."

"So ..." Frieda asked with some trepidation, imagining the consequences of turning deadbeat on a wizard.

"If I can't pay him in three days, he'll take you and ..."

Jacob paused, nearly unable to speak.

"And what," Frieda demanded.

Sharpe paused, sure that his beloved sister would hardly appreciate what he had to say next.

"He'll turn you into a naga," Sharpe choked out. "He said he'd use you as a guard monster, and wipe your memory away!"

Frieda stood stunned to the core. "This...this is insane!"

"Don't worry, sis, he won't get you. I promise. I've got a plan," the Minotaur boasted, as he lifted his nervous little sister onto his massive furry shoulder. "See, I'm going to capture a herd of satyresses nearby. They'll make a perfect bargaining chip."

Frieda shook her head in disbelief. "Jacob, this is just crazy. You mean there are other mythical creatures like you running around?"

"Lots of them," Jacob snorted, "Satyresses, fairies, a dryad ..."

"You'll be one too, and a none too pleasant one at that if we don't work fast."

"But Jacob," Frieda began to cry, "I just want to stay human."

Sharpe consoled his sister, "I know, I know. That's why we need to act fast."

As Sharpe led Frieda into the woods, she looked up at her altered brother and thought about what he had sacrificed for her. "Jacob?" she asked in a quiet voice.

"Yes, dear," Sharpe replied.

"Is there any way you...you can... can be... you know..."

"Human again,"

Frieda nodded.

"I'm afraid not. The mage was very clear that this was a one way trip, but I just couldn't stand to lose you."

Tears welled up in Frieda's eyes as Sharpe held up his hand to silence her.