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The searing California sun burned hot on the lightly tanned skin of James Daniels, forcing him to wipe the sweat from his brow before it reached his bright blue eyes. Moving his hand across his forehead, he reached a little higher as he tussled his spiky blonde hair, remarking at how his pointed tips seemed slightly droopy after a long day of school and from the effects of the hot desert heat. Thankfully he knew that it wouldn't be long until he got home and was able to fix it up somewhat with some gel and vigorous combing. So, he trudged onward, pulling slightly at his school uniform to give his body some relief from the heat before it stuck back onto his sweat soaked frame like a second skin.

As he made his way down the streets of his suburban neighbourhood after having walked all the way from his local bus stop, he reminded himself of his long-standing goal. To finally save up enough to buy himself a car so that he would never have to deal with sun scorched walks like this unless he absolutely had to. But that was still a ways away, so until then he would be forced to take the bus as his only alternative.

Unfortunately for him though and most of the student body, his school district still had not gotten with the times and upgraded their busses with air conditioning like most places had these days. So, he was forced to ride the old-fashioned yellow "cheese wagons" that only had their windows to allow for relief from the unforgiving heat. But they could only do so much. Luck was unfortunately not on his side either as his stop was the very last on the route and still made him walk for another fifteen minutes before he could finally get home.

So, day in and day out he ended a day of school feeling hot, muggy and frankly a little dehydrated. The fact that he was a senior and had countless exams and college prep tests to take as well just rubbed salt into the wound. Stress was not a strange bedfellow to the heat around here for anyone; and some days he practically ran to his two-story abode just so he could bask in the air conditioning and maybe take a shower to wash the grime from his body. But just as he finally made his way home and opened the door, he saw a sweat stained t-shirt fly past him and land on the living room couch.

"Damn its hot" said a voice behind him.

A pair of shoes then quickly followed the stained shirt, striking the upholstery with a thud before landing half-hazardly onto the ground below.

"Bro I know you practically live here but my dad's gonna kill you if you keep leaving your clothes everywhere." James said with his eyes rolling before turning around.

Behind him, now shirtless and wearing only a pair of basketball shorts was his best friend Alex Mercer. Unlike James's average build he had a fair amount of definition to his body, with his pectorals standing out proudly with a healthy coating of brown chest hair framing the twin mounds neatly. The hair didn't stop there as they trailed their way down to his abs, each block a firm rounded square that were equally coated like the rest of him. Atop his head was probably one of the least hairy parts of him as he kept it cut at a clean buzz-cut, but that was made up with the thick and healthy beard he also sported. Recently even he had grown it long enough to braid into a single knot that dangled from his chin.

"Eh, you know I can't wait to get out of this stuff most days. Plus, your rents are cool about me and changing here and getting my daily dose. You know how last time my folks walked in on me they threatened to kick me out unless I went off to the clinic to get clean." Alex said casually as he scratched the back of his head, exposing a hairy armpit.

James chuckled placed his hands on his hips in a somewhat sassy pose.

"Well I'm one of the few people that will put up with your hairy ass."

"You love it." Alex said as he spun around and gave his own ass a playful slap.

Reaching down he grabbed his gym bag, Alex begrudgingly walked over to the couch to get his discarded clothes. James meanwhile placed his school bag on a nearby wall hook, taking a moment to un-zip it while he gathered his homework and textbooks along with his own dirty gym clothes.

"One of these days I'm gonna go full time just to fuck with them. The look alone would almost be completely worth it. And if they did end up kicking me out I suppose could just couch surf or maybe live at the bathhouse" Alex said with a chuckle as he finished picking his clothes and zipped up his bag before he flung it over his shoulders.

"Going casual is one thing but that's going full-on slut there. I guess you would never get bored or run dry, but I would think ide get tired or sore after a day or so." James said as he gathered his things and started climbing his stairs, with Alex following shortly behind.

"That's one of the benefits at least, I've heard of some full-timers going for almost three days without getting tired. I'm sure that there would be plenty of guys out there that would love to have a roommate like that" Alex said as he adjusted his bag, being sure to knock over anything as he followed James until they reached his bedroom.

"Heh, well at least history didn't lie when they told us about that..." James said as he stepped inside his room, casually placing his books on his desk and flinging his dirty clothes into a nearby hamper.

Once he was done, he was quickly drawn to his tv and reached over to grab his game controller from a nearby charger. Pressing a button on the device caused his console to blink to life and start booting up while his programmed TV flickered on in response. As he waited for one of his favourite fighting games to load, he took stock of his own room just in time to catch Alex as he peeled off his pants and socks. He hadn't been wearing any underwear that day it seemed, and it had left him completely nude. James allowed himself a few moments to watch his friend as he did a few stretches in place before letting out a relieved sigh while he aired out his body.

The intro to the game then suddenly started to play, snapping James's attention back to the screen for a moment before he turned back to his nude friend.

"Remember to swallow today, if you fire off like that one time your ass is cleaning my sheets." James said in a somewhat patronizing tone as he started to load up the game.

"Yea yea..." Alex said, taking a deep breath before his body suddenly started to shiver.

James smirked as he set the controller aside as the game loaded a few more times.

The first time he had seen it himself he had been noticeably shocked; but after so many times it was just another part of the daily routine. Still, he couldn't help but watch in fascination as it happened, and Alex didn't seem to mind the attention as his cock steadily grew rock hard. He had a pretty decent package all things considered, bigger than James's own at least as his shaft passed five inches and grew all the way up to eight. But then the real show started to begin as its flesh began to shift and grow abnormally. The hair that coated most of Alex's body steadily grew darker and thicker, the soft hairs that covered his legs and chest growing longer as they turned from a healthy coating to a full-blown forest of a pelt. That growth did not seem to restrict itself to just his hair however as Alex's chest started looking much fuller and larger, with his pectorals growing outward so that they weren't hidden too much by his thick coating of fur. Although that wasn't just the only thing on his torso that was growing as his abs firmed up even more before being slightly obscured by the growing forest. Strangely though the hair seemed to only cover just that, leaving his sides untouched and even his back hairless as it gained further definition and gifted him with a much broader stance.

This wasn't James's first time he had observed his friend while he changed, and he mused to himself that it likely wouldn't be the last. He had even noticed a re-occurring pattern where the growth always seemed to start in his upper body before moving downward. Which was where most of Alex's attention was drawn at this very moment.

Even as his chest had filled out and his body hair grew into a thick pelt, all Alex was paying attention to was the steadily growing shaft he held in his hands. Moaning like the lust-added teen he was, he slowly rubbed the shaft as his member grew longer and longer, well past its natural limits until it reached just a few inches shy of his chest. But then, as the growth stopped the changes began again in earnest again, with the flesh of his member shifting slightly as it swelled in size, but outwards. Soon a thick medial ring formed half-way up his shaft and new thick veins ran along its length to feed the massive beast. But what was most striking of all was watching the once mushroom shaped tip of his member flatten before growing broad and wide as his shaft before it flared outward.

Popping sounds then started to echo through the room as James realized that the next, and possibly the most drastic stage began. In a somewhat bizarre fashion, Alex's feet swelled while his toes where sucked into his body, each individual digit disappearing before it seemed that he was standing on stumps. But those stumps where soon awash with a thick, black, keratinous coating like a thick nail, one that protected the skin underneath before hardening into something that could very well be used as a weapon. Suddenly then there was another series of "pops" as his ankles shifted, and his legs started to wobble as he stood on place. A rather large "pop" signalled as the black stumps cracked open, splitting them into what could only be described as a sturdy cloven hoof before Alex's legs really started to change. Following his hooves completion his woolly legs began to shift, his calves thickening slightly as they bent backwards, giving Alex a more plantigrade stance that accented his powerful and hairy legs and his swelling rump.

Finally, then, somewhat out of order his final features came into light as the twin nubs of his horns began to show themselves along with his small spaded tail. The nub of his tail was the first thing to finish as it wiggled slightly in excitement as Alex continued to work his shaft, leaning his head back just as his horns curled around his head, wrapping just outside of his ears before they ended in the two points that framed his face.

"Baaaaaaa...." Alex moaned with a bleat as his body stabilized, a few more joints popping their way into place as his changes finished.

"Hey, not on the floor goat boy. Either start sucking yourself off or get a glass." James said as he pointed at his changed friend.

Alex flinched slightly, glaring at James with a sour look.

"You sure know how to kill a boner dude." Alex said.

"You're a satyr, when do you NOT have a boner?" James jabbed back.

Alex paused, lost in thought for a moment before he nodded in agreement.

"Fair enough."

James smirked to himself as he turned his attention back to his game while Alex went about his business. Stretching a few more times and shaking his hoof-capped legs the built satyr casually made his way over to James's bed with no hesitation, flopping down on the bed and scooting himself up until he was leaning against the wall. He adjusted the array of pillows that were surrounding him to get comfortable for a moment before he went right back to working his meat while he watched his friend set up a match.

"Can you use the swimsuit skin for Kane today? I've had a fantasy about him lately ide like to play out..." Alex requested, slowly rubbing his massive cock.

"Sure buddy." James said mockingly, cycling through the options on his fighting game until he reached the character and chose the surprisingly revealing outfit.

James had wondered to himself if programmers where progressively adding more and more "slutty" costumes to their characters thanks to guys like Alex. Most of the time this fighter was dressed in traditional kung-fu garb but a recent DLC had added an array of swimsuit costumes for both male and female characters. In Kane's case that turned his outfit into a more traditional Japanese fundoshi that consisted of a white pouch that was being held by a braided cloth that left his ass exposed to the open air. Understandably as well, with this being a fighting game he was built like a truck, with every muscle being toned to perfection and the pouch bulging just at the borderline of this games rating being turned from M to Adults only.

"Baaaaaa...fuck yea man. Thanks." Alex said as he started to stroke faster, leaning back so that his shaft loomed over his torso and any stray drops of precum would simply drip onto his hairy chest.

"Anytime you big horny goat..." James said with a smile, setting himself up with a match with a computer player using another character he knew Alex liked that dressed revealing even in their normal outfit. But this time he chose to make him wear one of the most conservatively designed costumes in the game that covered almost every piece of exposed skin.

Alex let out a noticeable scoff, realizing just what James was up to but still working his meat just like before.

As James started up the match and the intro began to play he couldn't help but have a strange sense of Deja-vu of the first time that Alex had come over and had told him he had become a casual satyr. It was just a day like this one, the two of them coming home from school and going up to play some games together just like they had done for years. James had noticed that Alex had seemed off over the past few couple of days but just chalked it up to school stress. But when he came out and admitted what he had done; he called bullshit right before he changed right in front of him.

Just like everyone he had learned about "casuals" and "full-timers" pretty early on in school. It was something related to the old magic of the world, back when things were much wilder and crazier, and people could throw around a fireball with just a flick of their wrist. That didn't last forever though, and a few other crazy historical events happened after that he hadn't cared to listen to that resulted in magic being much rarer. But some things still held out strong and even after all the battles and divine interventions the end result was this. Anyone could become a mythical creature at will. Satyrs, werewolves, bears, tanuki, you name it. But there was a sort of "trial period" created to stop one species from going buck wild and trying to change the entire planets population into their one race.

Although some did try.

The point being anyone could become a sort of "halfling" that allowed them to turn back and forth from human to a mythical. Although these days it was coined as being a "casual". It came with a catch, however. When someone was a casual, they needed to perform some kind of "ritual" to keep their ability to change back and forth; and If they went to long without doing it they would just turn back into a regular old human.

In his friend Alex's case that meant that he needed to taste cum at least once a day.

"Fuck aaaaaaaa...." Alex moaned from the other side of the room.

"Almost done?" James asked.

"Haaa...haaa.... baaaaa...give me some credit bro. I can go for at least another few minutes before I pop. Although I gotta admit I've been pent up all day. Plus, I had gym last period and that always gets me going. I almost started jerking off in the showers when I saw this one guy walk in; I didn't get his name, but I bet he is a causal as well. Prolly a bull or maybe a horse. He was fucking hunnnnnnggg....baaaa..." Alex said as he let out a bleating moan, his cock dripping a steady stream of precum down onto his own chest.

"I know you're a horn dog, but you don't wanna get yourself labelled as the school slut in your senior year bro. That shit follows you around." James said as he half-listened to the sound of Alex's moaning while he played.

"S'ok, means I can get into porn early. That kinda rep is bound to get you at least a few auditions. Hahaha...ohhhhhh fuck...."

James rolled his eyes and tried to focus on his game.

After Alex had shown him that he was a satyr, he practically begged him to let him come over to do his business every day before he had to go home. His parents had already caught him in the act once before and made him go to a clinic to "get clean". Clinics where basically a modern way of making a casual person human again without needing to wait for their ability to change to fade naturally. Unfortunately for Alex, his parents where pretty traditional and toted the idea of keeping their family "human only". But he had told him that right after he had gotten it all out of his system Alex almost immediately ran back to the guy who had changed him in the first place.

At first James had originally thought he was addicted and just enjoying the ability to jerk off more often without getting tired. Or that maybe and that this was some kind of phase of teenage rebellion and he would be another species after a few days. But he never did change; and day by day James realized that being a satyr legitimately made him happier.

Plus, he was like a brother to him, with the two of them having practically grown up together and been through all the major life events. Undeniably he had always loved talking about different types of mythics when they were growing up, but he had never pegged him as a Satyr. Honestly, he had thought he was going to be a dragon or maybe some kind of minotaur once he moved out of his parents' house. But he just couldn't wait it seemed.

Still, he wasn't about to let his friend be miserable living under his parent no mythic rule and he knew that he would do the same thing for him if he was in his shoes. So, he decided he was alright with him coming here to jerk off without his parents getting on his case about it.

Although even with him being a bit Bisexual it was still weird to think about his best friend jerking off on his bed every day. But that had only developed from him wanting Alex to feel comfortable. Plus, he was also getting sick of cleaning out the hair and cum from his shower every day, so he just let him do his business on the bed. Sheets where easier to clean in most cases and he had gotten pretty good at keeping the mess down and not making too much noise. But every now and again his "satyr" side would get a little pushy.

"Ohhh fuck...I might have underestimated myself. I'm getting pretty close...Please bro...just lick it a little bit or play with my nips. I'm so clooooooooose..." Alex pleaded.

James let out an annoyed grunt and kept his focus on his game.

"Ahhh...ahh fuck..." Alex moaned, his cock leaking all over his chest and soaking into his thick pelt of fur. His strokes became more rapid, his meat swelling as his kiwi sized balls jostled in his furry sack. Eventually though the stimulation was just too much for him to bare and he instinctively leaned forward, opening his mouth wide as he took the flared tip of his cock into his mouth.

James could only sit and listen on as Alex grunted and moaned with his dick in his mouth, likely expending at least a cups worth of cum right down his throat. Early on when he did occasionally join him, he learned fast that apparently part of being a satyr had meant that he would let out an impressive load every time. He had even decided to prove it one day as a sort of weird "flex" before he filled up an entire measuring cup and downed in two gulps. He made sure to bleach and scrub that cup right after...

After a full minute of moaning Alex finally let out a sudden gasp and he let his cock loose, the flared tip drenched in saliva. Panting for a few moments as he caught his breath, he eventually let out a satisfied bleat, rubbing his furry abdominals just like he had eaten a hearty meal.

"Damn, I'm getting good at swallowing." He muttered with a satisfied grin as he basked in the afterglow of his powerful orgasm.

"You better, last time you creamed yourself I was about two washes away from making you buy me new sheets." James said as he reached over to grab another controller from its charger, setting it to his side.

"I'll remember to get those rubber sheets for you someday bro." Alex said as he slowly got up from the bed, stretching slightly and wiggling his tail as he trotted over to James's side, sitting down cross legged with his surprisingly erect member still jutting out in front of him.

"Better not spouge on the controller." James jabbed as he set up the match for two players.

"Pretty sure they have enough of your own on these thanks to your boyfriend" Alex retorted, raising up his right hand and making a jerking off motion in the air.

"Well we aren't all hung enough to give ourselves a blow job, especially when we lose a match." James argued back.

"I wasn't losing, and you were just mad you lost that one time when I literally had my dick in my mouth."

The two boys paused for a moment before both of them started to break out into laughter.

James started up the match and the two of them watched as their fighters went through their intros before the fight began. James started off with one of his favourite characters that was known for their quick and heavy-hitting combos while Alex mained a heavyset man who was slow but could hit like a freight train. The both of them had been playing this game for a while and had similar skill levels, although the game and system where James's and he did get a little more practice than Alex. That meant that Alex had to be more strategic, sometimes even resorting to the dreaded "block until the time runs out" strategy.

James had always called him a little bitch for resorting to that, but Alex always jabbed back saying that he was just blue balling him from getting off the combos he loved so much. As time went on the two of them played for a while, sharing the occasional jab at each other in good fun as they cycled through characters and stages until the sun started to set outside. They had always had a good rapport with each other, making fun of each other before laughing it off and making a reference to something they had seen online or at school recently. But they were long-time friends, to a point where sometimes they didn't even need to say anything before one would take a look at another and call them out on just what they were thinking.

Eventually the two of them got a look at the time and decided that this would need to be their last match. The intro played just as it always had, and the stage was set. But just before the match started the game suddenly paused. James stared at the screen before he looked down at the controller. He hadn't pressed anything, and he turned to look at Alex.

"Man bro, I just don't wanna go home tonight." Alex said with a sigh.

James gave Alex a playful jab to the shoulder.

"Come on bro, you know we can only get away with that so many times. Plus, we got school in the morning and you know that if I let you stay your gonna jerk yourself off until sunrise." James said playfully.

Alex grinned for a moment before his expression turned sombre again.

"Well I mean...yea, I guess. But it just feels so good you know? I love being like this and I hate that I gotta keep it under wraps while I'm at home. I can't tell you how many times I've woken up like this because it was the only way I could get comfortable."

James's own expression dropped for a moment as he felt his friends' frustration.

"Come on man, I know it sucks but you still have another year until you're finished with high school and you don't even have a job yet. My folks might be cool with it, but I don't think they would let you live here for more than just a week or two."

Alex let out a frustrated grunt and set his controller aside before he grabbed hold of his horns.

"I know!...I know, it's just it sucks man. You don't know how it feels to be like this. Before I was normal yea, but now that I've crossed that line, I don't think I could ever go back. Shit...I've nearly gone full-time so many times before backing out."

James flinched and instantly placed a hand on Alex's shoulder.

"Dude you gotta be careful, once you have done that then there is no coming back. I know you like being like this; but that's a big commitment that there isn't any going back on." James said as he tried to calm his friend down.

This was not the first time that Alex had a crisis of identity like this before. Many people had it in this day and age; but going from "casual" to "full-time" was a big leap. Just like he had learned before back in school that there was a "trial period" when someone became a mythic, there was also a step beyond that. Depending on the species and what they did, someone would essentially fully commit to the form and forsake their humanity entirely. That meant no more changing back and they were whatever creature they chose through and through. Not even a clinic could change you back.

As a response to this most governments had enacted strict laws on the matter to deter people from doing it on a whim, requiring a lot of paperwork and proof of mental stability before someone was to legally change themselves forever. But that didn't stop people from doing it anyway. Still the government always slapped a heavy fee on anyone who did it and tried to do something like apply for a new licence or passport without going through the proper channels. Plus, it didn't help that the step from going from casual to full-time in Alex's case was actually pretty easy compared to most mythics had to do.

"I can't wait until I move out. Once I move in and settle into a job the first thing, I'm gonna do is go to the bathhouse and act like a complete slut until the deed is done." Alex muttered.

"Just be sure you get the paperwork done first." James said jokingly, trying to lift the mood.

Alex looked up and game James a soft smile.

"You sure do know how to kill a boner bro..."

"That's me, I'm the cold shower to your perma-boner." James said with a wide grin.

Alex laughed at that, wiping his face slightly before reaching over to grab the discarded controller.

Like most, everyone who was casual needed to perform some kind of daily ritual to keep their status. Alex had to taste cum once a day or after three days he would need to find another full-timer who would be willing to change him back again. But if Alex where to take in the cum of six different people in one hour, then that was it. He would be a satyr forever.

"I still say you would make a great satyr. Even if you wanna just make it temp it man I bet Kybal would be happy to help you at least try it for a week." Alex finally said with a more cheerful tone.

James smiled and sat in his previous position, controller in hand.

"If I did that bro then ide need to get a kiddy pool up here to put all the cum, we would be pumping out."

"Don't tempt me bro, cuz that sounds hot as hell." Alex said with a lewd grin.

James chuckled as Alex started up the match again. The two of them played in earnest this time as they pulled out their main fighters, James attempting several combos while Alex served as a brick wall that took everything and hardly budged. Eventually he went down once thanks to a well-timed counter from Alex. As the match reset itself James looked over at Alex and saw that his cock still hadn't gone down in the slightest the entire time they were playing. A blessing and a curse he assumed for a guy like him.

Like most Satyrs James knew that Alex he had much more stamina and could produce much more than the average human. Apparently, that ability carried over somewhat even when he was a human, but he had never seen Alex jerking off as just a normal human before. Alex had even told him once before that he could manage to work out three loads in a row before he ever got tired and the flow finally slowed down. After about a month of being changed he really started to talk a lot about what he could do if he ever went full time and made the change permanent. Apparently, he would be able to fill a swimming pool if given enough time and lube and still be ready for more. Satyrs where naturally randy creatures so the lack of a refresher period was understandable, but then Alex told him how he would also gain a natural alcohol tolerance, along with greater speed, strength and agility. He would also gain an affinity with musical instruments. That got him curious the day he had mentioned that and they both spent an evening looking at videos of different orchestras. James couldn't believe it as he saw it, he never knew so many major bands and even minor college teams where filled with satyrs. Most of them where even playing their instrument with the skill of a master, even if many of them didn't seem to show the age that would come with it.

Which was another thing that most if not all mythics shared. Full-Timers aged at a much slower rate than people.

Even he had to admit that seemed like quite the great trade-off for giving up one's humanity, but that was still a heavy cost to begin with. Plus, there where benefits to becoming full-timers in other species as well. Still, all he knew about other species were a few facts on dragons that would be able to actually fly and breathe fire and bears that would gain insane strength and a hide that worked practically like ballistic gel.

"Maybe..." James muttered to himself.

"Hm?" Alex responded.

James quickly shook his head as the match started anew. He quickly tried to make up the ground he had lost and wailed on Alex's HP bar like a madman. He eventually was able to get off a few good combos that the satyr couldn't break out of and was able to send the hulking brute flying out of the arena.

"Shit bro!" Alex exclaimed.

James smiled and pumped his fist in victory, the round started again as the match was decided as a best out of three. The two of them started to focus in earnest, both of them throwing punches and countering as their controllers clacked noisily. Eventually though it was the clock that decided the victor...with Alex's brute edging out a victory by only half an inch on his HP bar.

"You tanky bastard." James muttered in defeat.

"Gotta get good with some fighters that have more meat on them bro, otherwise your never gonna take me down" Alex said cockily, reaching up and striking a double bicep pose.

"And be as slow as you? No thanks."

James then pressed a few buttons and set his console into rest mode. Alex let out a disgruntled sigh as he got up onto his hooves and plodded over to the bed where he had tossed his gym bag. He quickly grabbed the clothes he had discarded earlier and tossed them all over James's bed. Unlike before Alex then seemed to clench slightly in some level of discomfort as his animalistic features started to fade. All his hairy features including his tail receded back into a human like-coating that would have just made someone think that he was just overly hairy. His horns pulled their way back into his skull just as his legs and feet returned to normal, popping and cracking into place as his feet emerged from what was once his cloven hooves. Finally, it was his dick that turned back to normal as the erect pillar of equine flesh finally started to go down, shrinking back into a human shape, but still showing off a rather impressive endowment.

"Alright man, I guess I'll head home for now. Same time tomorrow?" Alex asked as he started to get dressed.

"You got it goat boy."

Alex smiled and let out a very inhuman sounding bleat as he finally got dressed. Thankfully he only lived a few houses down in the same neighbourhood as him, so he didn't have to walk far. Although James did have to remind him to put on his shoes before he stepped out of the house. His parents where already still suspicious after they caught him the first time and they might just try and get him to prove that he was still 100% human if he slipped up, which would mean another trip to the clinic.

Thankfully though they had another neighbour in the area that Alex could go to occasionally he couldn't host him for his daily "sessions" or could turn him back if need be.

Kybal was probably the only other Satyr in town, but that was likely thanks to a negative stigma about satyrs that had been spread around town from its early days that made him a bit of an outcast. But he still had a full-time job and a massive orc for a boyfriend. From what he gathered he worked mostly nights on the weekends as a DJ and would perform streams of different games during his off time. He mostly kept to himself however and before Alex had introduced him, he had only seen him before when he was going and coming from work or he was working on his yard.

He had been the one to change Alex after much prodding and pestering according to Alex, but James had noticed that after he had turned him the brown furred satyr seemed to take on a much more "fatherly" role to Alex whenever he saw them together, even if Alex never transformed out in public.

He probably felt responsible for him considering the circumstances, but he didn't push any boundaries or offer to take him in. Still, he was a nice guy and a pretty avid gamer he learned after Alex had introduced him. He had even come by a few times and his house showed his nerdy tendencies with his numerous memorabilia and collectables. He also had quite a bit of gym equipment as well courtesy of his orcish mate. Still, he was busy most days. The only time he had ever actually gone over to his house was ever on the weekends or when a new game they all liked had come out.

As James watched Alex walk away, he could see his friend's shoulders drooping as he got further away, looking depressed as he dwelled on the fact that he had to return to a house where he truly couldn't be himself. James could feel his friends' pain and wished there was some way he could help his friend out. But there was no convincing his parents and even his own had been hesitant about the whole ordeal at first. They had at least agreed to keep quiet if he cleaned up after himself and didn't walk around in the public areas naked when they were there.

James then caught a glimpse of movement across the street. Stepping out of their car a few houses down and across the street was Kybal, his woolly cloven hoof tipped legs on display and his long tail swishing behind him. He only wore a pair of shorts for decency's sake in public along with a light t-shirt, but he sported a rather pronounced bulge at the front. After having met him thanks to Alex he knew just exactly what the Satyr was packing, as he preferred to stay nude at home. But he had told him that he tried to at least stay decent whenever he was out in public.

It seemed to be a strange quirk among satyrs that Alex had admitted to him one day. Apparently once he had gone satyr, he didn't like wearing clothes anymore, so much so that he had even stopped wearing underwear. James assumed then it must be something that the entire species shared. Understandable considering how adjusting oneself all the time would get old, and with the summer heat in this area and their naturally hairy bodies they could very easily overheat.

As James watched Alex walk away, he briefly saw as Alex waved at the Satyr. Kybals face brightened up as he waved back in turn but then he went right back to locking the door to his car and trotting up the steps to his house. James watched on for a few moments, thinking to himself until he felt a strange pull, one that drove him beyond his reasoning and rational thought as he reached over to the nearby landing table and grabbed his keys.

He waited a few moments, stepping outside and locking the door behind him as he peeked around the wall. He waited and watched as Alex rounded the corner to his own house before waiting a few moments before heading down his own driveway. He cautiously looked around, feeling his heart throb in his chest in a mixture of excitement and nervousness as he looked around for anyone in their front yard. The coast was clear thankfully and James walked with a somewhat hurried pace as he made his way up to Kybals door and gave the wooden frame a few knocks.

There was silence for a moment, and then suddenly the door opened to reveal a bare-chested Kybal looking down at him.

"Uhhh...hey James what's up man?" Kybal asked with a sense of confusion.

"Hey Kybal, I'm sorry to bother you like this, but can I talk to you about something? It's about Alex."

Kybals features softened and James saw his blue eyes widen slightly behind his square glasses. He nodded wordlessly and stepped aside, letting James walk in before closing the door behind him.

James waited politely as Kybal finished closing the door and walked ahead of him, leading the way. James couldn't help but notice just how similar Alex and Kybal looked as satyrs, with the same brown fur and the same style of curved horns. However, Kybal sported a few different assets like his longer tail and his pointed ears. He also had a similar build to Alex's although he was probably about a full foot taller and he was much hairier. He had his own personal touches though and always seemed to always be wearing a beany that he had cut holes into that allowed his horns out.

Eventually Kybal lead them into the living room. The area was very well kept, but many of the shelves where stocked with collectables and tribal looking figurines along with some old looking books and knick-knacks. James spotted his gaming rig off to the corner, an expensive looking PC with numerous mics and headsets hanging off specialised stands. The kitchen also sat nearby and was mostly just like anyone would see in the neighbourhood, although it did have quite a few shaker bottles and tubs of protein powder. There was also what looked like some kind of old-styled DJ record player placed on the kitchen counter that was surrounded by various tools and cleaning cloths. Kybal however lead him towards the centre of the room, where there was a well-organized entertainment centre and a massive tv. The two of them made their way over to the sectional couch that stood a few feet away with it, James remarking how it seemed that Kybal or his boyfriend seemed to have recently added some mood lighting strips.

"So, what's up? Is Alex ok? Did his parents find out again?" Kybal asked as he took a seat and propped his cloven hooves up on a nearby cushion.

"No, it's not anything too bad like that. It's just...I'm worried about him." James said calmly as he sat down across from Kybal.

Kybal let out a soft grunt and reached up to stroke his long beard.

"Well I mean, I changed him what...half a year ago? I mean yea most guys change when they chose a form but being a satyr doesn't really change that much about you mentally compared to others. I mean you get horny really easy but that comes with the territory. Wait...he didn't try and force himself on you, did he?" Kybal said as he suddenly sat up.

James raised up both of his hands defensively and shook them.

"No! No no no its nothing like that. I mean yea he will ask me to help him out every now and again, but he doesn't try and make me do anything."

Kybal let out a relieved sigh and leaned back into the couch.

"Ok good, I was worried. I told him both times I turned him that if I ever heard about him doing anything like that, I would rat him out to his parents in a second. Part of being a satyr is knowing how to control yourself even with your heightened urges. I wasn't about to let myself be responsible for enabling a sex crazed maniac."

"Well I mean, he is horny...like all the time. But that's not why I wanted to talk to you." James said as he lowered his hands.

Kybal blinked and let out a soft cough.

"Oh...sorry I guess I kind of jumped the gun and went into a worst-case scenario there. Anyway, what's going on? And why did you need to come to me about it?"

James sighed and leaned forward as he tented his fingers together thoughtfully.

"I kinda had some questions...and I felt like maybe you might be the only one who might be able to answer them."

Kybal nodded in response and smiled softly.

"Aright then, shoot."

James nodded and un-tented his fingers.

"Why did you become a satyr?"

Kybals expression softened and he let out a soft chuckle.

"I get asked that more times than I care to think about. If you want the short answer its mostly because I thought, they looked cool and they represented a lot that I wish I saw in myself. Honestly if I can complain a bit here its pretty lucky for Alex that I was eventually open to changing him. When I first changed, I had to pay a dude a pretty hefty sum. You wouldn't think you would need to pay off a dude to let you suck him off, but equine "features" are rare amongst satyrs. I guess I am a bit of a size queen at heart heh." Kybal finished his thought by giving his package a gentle grope through his tightly fitting shorts.

James chuckled and nodded.

"Before we get to deep into it I just gotta say you know you don't need to be modest around me. I've seen it before, and I see Alex's almost every day. I know Alex certainly doesn't like keeping himself cooped up."

"Seems like you're just trying to get me to take my pants off." Kybal responded with a lewd grin.

"Nah, just trying to be a good house guest." James said as he waved dismissively.

Kybal smiled and nodded, getting up before pulling down his shorts. Like Alex, Kybal was packing some serious meat, with his equine shaped pillar standing out proudly at an impressive foot-long shaft of throbbing maleness. Kybal let out a relieved sigh as he was finally naked and set his shorts aside, sitting back in the same position he had been before. Although now with his cock finally free and able to breathe, James could already see a pearl of precum beginning to form at his flared tip.

"Well I appreciate it. A lot of people in this town have a problem with a satyr's proclivity to let it all hang out. I don't blame them admittedly but ever sense I changed I find I can't really stand wearing clothes any longer than I have to."

"Heh, Alex said the same thing to me." James responded.

Kybal chuckled in response before stretching both of his muscular and hairy arms wide.

"So, was that all?" Kybal asked as he relaxed.

James shook his head.

"No, and actually I should have rephrased the question I suppose. What I should have asked is why you became a full-time satyr?"

Kybal let out a soft "Oh" before he reached back with his right hand and rubbed the back of his head. His cheeks turned flush with embarrassment as he looked off into the distance. After a brief pause, he then finally answered.

"To be honest?...I ended up like this on accident."

James's eyes went wide, and he leaned forward.

"Wait, really?" he asked.

Kybal let out a nervous chuckle, although his dick seemed to contradict his embarrassment. Without waring the tip flared and let loose a small gush of precum that landed on one of his hairy legs.

"I was at a party and I got a little drunk on a dare. Being casual doesn't give you the full resistance a full-timer gets, and I guess I turned into a bit of a slut that night. I can only remember bits and pieces of what happened but by the time I came to my ears where already pointed and I knew that I had fucked up bad."

"Huh, so with satyrs it's the ears?" James inquired.

His question seemed to knock some sense into Kybal as the redness in his cheeks faded and he turned his attention back to James.

"Huh? Oh yea! A pure satyr has pointed ears. Just like how you can tell a lion by their mane and an orca by their fluke. Being causal is almost complete in terms of looks but there are always small features that will tell you if someone is a full-timer or just casual." Kybal explained, rubbing his beard thoughtfully as he seemed to start thinking about more examples to share.

James had been nodding as he listened but then spoke up once more once he stopped.

"Well you did it by accident, but do you regret it?" He asked.

Kybal paused mid-stroke of his long brown beard before he turned back to James.

"A little? Honestly, I like being a satyr. Like I said before I saw a lot of what I wanted for myself in a lot of satyrs I looked at online. I mean the progression was pretty much eventual for me in all honesty. Back in the city people where a little bit more understanding so I could go out as a satyr in public and no one really cared as long as I was dressed, so I hardly ever changed back into my human form once I became casual. It helped that being a satyr tends to make you more confident and more comfortable in your own body as well, but that was just my take. I suppose if I have any regret it's that I did it unwittingly? I mean being a satyr is great and all but it's just so damn easy to go wild one night and then be suck as one for the rest of your life. Ever sense I moved down here for work I have had a few moments where I wish I could go back and forth like old times just because it would make dealing with people easier. But I've made my peace with it and I'm happy with what I am now."

Kybal then froze before he suddenly let out a chuckle, reaching up and nervously rubbing on one of his horns.

"Wow, I just talked your ear off about my life story huh? Sorry to unload a bit there."

James waved dismissively and smiled.

"It's no problem man, it actually helped a lot to hear just how you got to where you were at and how you feel about it. It actually leads pretty well into what I was going to tell you about Alex wanting to go "full time"."

Kybal let out a groan in response.

"Oh boy, that was what I was afraid of. After a few days I could tell that he really did enjoy being a satyr and honestly, I was happy for him. But he seemed a bit to...eager? I mean satyrs are sexual creatures, but that boy tried to drain me for every drop I had on more than one occasion..." Kybal then gave his cock a slight squeeze, causing another pearl of precum to leak from the tip and slowly travel its way down his length.

"He does practice almost every day..." James responded.

Kybal chuckled at that, rubbing his hand down the length of his dick and gathering the pre that had spilled before rubbing it off onto his chest before he continued.

"Well still, he told me the same thing once as well. I'll admit, having another satyr around would be nice, but he is still too young in my opinion. I told him that he should wait at least a year or until he moved out of his parent's house. After how they reacted last time, I'm not sure how they would handle him becoming a full-timer and he still has a lot of stuff to figure out about himself first. Honestly, I hoped that maybe it was some teenage rebellion or something and he would eventually work it out of his system."

"Actually, I don't think that's the case." James responded.

Kybal tilted his head in curiosity.

"He has actually been a lot happier ever sense he changed. I mean we have known each other for almost our whole lives and he always liked mythics and would talk about them all the time when we were kids. But when we hit our teens, I could feel like...I dunno. There was something going on in his head that he just wouldn't talk about. I just figured it was normal teenage angst. Lord knows I had it a bit myself back when I was 13."

"You didn't have one of those goth phases everyone has did you?" Kybal questioned jokingly.

"Fuck you." James said with a smile as he reached over to a nearby pillow and tossed it at the satyr casually, the hairy goat-man chuckling as he lazily blocked the flying projectile.

"But anyway, it got worse until he hit 18, then something in him just flipped like a switch. It was like that kid I grew up with was back. He was excited and animated and the days before he told me he had gotten changed by you he seemed more...spirited? I don't know exactly how many days he had waited to tell me."

Kybal let out a thoughtful hum and cracked a smile.

"Well it wasn't too much effort on my part to change him, but I'm glad he ended up happier out of the whole deal. I still wouldn't say that he should go full-time though. That's a big deal and he should think about it more before he makes a commitment like that. Plus, there's the paperwork and everything. I've talked with people who went full-time both legitimately and accidentally like me. I got lucky that my agent took pity on me when he found out that I had done it by accident, so they cut me back on the fees. But that species re-assignment cost is no joke. As long as you go through the steps properly it's not so bad, but for people who do it with no warning and do it on purpose they are slapped with a pretty heavy "incentive" to serve as a warning to others who might think about doing the same."

"That's what I think as well. Which is one of the other reasons I wanted to talk to you as well."

Kybal blinked in confusion and tilted his head curiously.

James took a deep breath, gathering his nerves as he carefully thought about what he was about to say next.

"Will you make me a satyr?"

Kybal flinched, his eyes going wide before he let out a nervous chuckle.

"Uhhh...hah...okay...Mind telling me how we went from talking about Alex and his problems to this?"

James felt his arms shake with nervousness, he could feel his heart race and his breath grew short. He tried to stammer out a response, but he was unable to speak what was on his mind. Kybal noticed his hesitation and sat up, reaching over and placing a hand on James's forearm.

The sudden sensation was enough to knock James out of his panic. Blinking a few times, he took in a deep breath, collecting himself and strengthening his internal resolve.

"I know it sounds random, and maybe even a bit stupid but hear me out here." James finally began to explain.

Kybal nodded and leaned back, his blue eyes scanning James with a soft intensity.

"I think maybe it's not that he feels like being a full-timer would fix everything for him. I think he is just a little scared after his parents found out. He likes this, and he wants to stay this way, but I don't think he should make a leap to full-timer like that so soon. Which is why maybe he just needs to feel like someone is on his side."

Kybal nodded

"So, you wanna become a satyr to act like a support to him?"

James nodded.

"A little yes, but I think also having someone like me, someone he has known for ages turn into a satyr like him would help him feel like someone was on his side in this aspect of his life other than you. I mean I won't go full-time; I have no intention of doing that. But having another satyr to hang out with might help him calm down and think about this a bit more rationally.

Kybal let out a thoughtful hum.

"I guess I can see that working. Having a support network is important and unfortunately satyrs are in short supply here. I've got my own life to live to so I can't exactly be around all the time for him like you can."

James smiled as he perked up.

"So, you'll do it?"

Kybal raised a hand to stop him.

"I never said that. Now don't get me wrong, I feel like you are being a good friend here. But we are talking about your life and you taking a pretty big choice here. If you go buck wild like I did on one stupid night your gonna be a satyr forever. And although I know if you just wait it out or go to a clinic you will be just as human as you are now. But that risk is still there. Do you think you can keep yourself under control, even once your libido is multiplied threefold?"

"I always tell Alex that I'm the cold shower to his perma-boner." James said jokingly.

Kybal flinched again, caught off guard by the sudden statement before he let out a scoff, one that turned into a loud and riotous laughter that was occasionally broken up by the occasional bleat. The sensation was infectious, and James joined with him, the two of them laughing for a few moments before the two of them finally stopped to catch their breath.

"Ha.... hahaha oh man. That's a new one I gotta give you that kid. I'm gonna have to tell Drahl that one.

James smiled, wiping away a tear from his eye before leaning forward.

"So...what do you say?"

Kybal paused, mulling over his decision for a few moments before he let out a defeated sigh.

"Uhhh...alright kid I'll do it. You are doing it more for a friend than anything else and I gotta respect that. But I gotta tell you the same stuff I told Alex before I turned him. Got it?"

"Got it."

Kybal nodded as he leaned forward and casually started stroking his dick it while he started talking.

"Alright, first things first is that you know that becoming a full-timer means you gotta take the seed of at least six different guys in one hour. That can include yourself as well so don't just start thinking you can go wild on five guys after having just drained yourself without consequences."

Kybal froze for a moment, before his eyes went wide in realization.

"Oh shit! Also, one other thing. I don't know if it is just something with my variation or with satyrs in general; but becoming a satyr will make you gay as hell. So, if your hoping for kids you are gonna have to wait until you turn back before you start thinking about the ladies. Thankfully Satyr spunk won't make babies anyway unless you're with a satyress or a nymph. But almost every satyr I've ever encountered or helped change has been gayer than that volleyball scene in Top Gun."

"I loved that movie!...and yea that was gay as hell..." James responded bluntly.

"Oh, you should really see some of the documentaries about it! They really go deep into the story and...wait we are getting off track here" Kybal said with a nervous chuckle.

"Nerd." James jabbed.

"Shut up."

James laughed in response but then sat back up and looked directly at Kybal.

"Well thanks for the advice about that little loophole in the full-time requirement. As for the whole "Top Gun" condition... well I'm already halfway there anyway and I've only ever done it with a guy before. I suppose just thinking about dudes wouldn't change my life too much. I'll have to toss half my porn collection though" James said with a sly grin.

Kybal smiled, waving his hand dismissively.

"Just be sure to save it, you never know if it might not affect you or you might change back one day."

Kybal let out a cough into his hand before he continued.

"Anyway, that's the main warning. Now then, the other thing I told to Alex is a bit like what I just told you a minute ago. As a satyr your libido is going to shoot through the roof, even when you're a human. You need to keep that under control and most importantly you need to make sure that any sexual act you have with another person is consensual. If I find out that either of you are doing stuff you shouldn't ill rat you out to your parents and the police. Understood?"

James nodded

"Understood."

Kybal nodded, turning his attention back to his cock as he took his other free hand and began to stroke his meat with both hands. The slightly reddish equine shaft throbbed in his grip, and his orange sized balls jostled slightly in their sack.

"Alright, well I'm almost ready. You need to take it right from the source as I cum and swallow as much as you can while you think about how you WANT to become a satyr. Now I'm a fully blown satyr, so I can make quite a bit more than your average guy. I'll try and hold myself back as much as I can, but don't choke yourself on me. If you gotta, just take one gulp and pull back. I have waterproofed almost everything in my house, so don't be afraid to spill anything. Now are you sure about this? You can always go to a clinic after or just go three days without tasting cum."

James nodded, stepping up from the couch. He then slowly approached Kybal as he worked his meat, his shaft jutting out like a massive pole that was leaking a steady stream of precum all over his hairy hands.

"Thanks man, I really appreciate it."

James then kneeled until he was just a few inches away from Kybals dick. He could smell its musky aroma along with Kybals own natural scents. The rational part of him felt like this might be a mistake, that he was doing something stupid that he would regret earlier. But then the caring side of him reminded him that this would be for Alex, the man he loved like a brother and who was in definite need of help.

"I'm gonna shoot soon. Last chance" Kybal said with a soft grunt.

James paused for just one final moment before he gathered his wits for just what was about to come.

"Bottoms up?"

James then leaned down and took the tip of Kybals dick into his mouth. The satyr moaned in response, his stroking stopping as James felt his meat throbbing in his mouth. Just like he had instructed, James imagined just how he wanted this to happen, and how he wanted to become a satyr to help his friend.

And then, he was hit with the first volley.

Just like Kybal had warned, the satyr let out a thick and creamy load that had almost filled his entire mouth in one go. The salty taste was instant, but it was also mixed with an almost earthy undertone that reminded him of dark chocolate. Still, he needed to react fast, swallowing a thick gulp before his mouth was suddenly filled again. Having watched Alex so many times he knew what to expect and started acting on instinct. He swallowed again, taking in just as much before his mouth was filled again. He kept this up until his eyes started to turn red and puffy as he had to keep reminding himself to breathe through his nose between each gulp. But the shots kept coming faster and faster and every time he tried the satyr had filled his mouth with another thick shot of spunk. Still he went on like a trooper, swallowing what felt like nearly a cups worth of cum before he finally pulled back, gasping for breath as he spat out a small wad of what had been left on his tongue.

Kybal let out another moan as his dick was freed, firing off another load that shot high into the air before splattering down onto the ground below. Pulling back on his dick Kybal then aimed directly for his chest as he fired out another volley that covered his hairy pelt. The satyr seemed to relish in the sensations as he came a few more times, covering his entire upper torso and trickling down onto his abdominals until the flow finally started to slow.

While Kybal finished James was left gasping for breath, his stomach burbling slightly as he watched the satyr keep going, having let out what could have easily been another three cups of seamen all over his body with little regard for the furniture around him. Eventually though the barrage stopped, and the satyr was left moaning as his cock drooled whatever was left of his load down the length of his equine shaft.

"I...ha...gotta admit. You took in quite a bit more than I thought. You'll make a fine satyr..." Kybal said through gasps of breath.

James eventually was able to catch his own breath, but his stomach still hadn't settled. Understandable considering, he had probably just drunk a cups worth of satyr cum, but he didn't feel any different.

"I...so what happens next? Do I need to do something or do I...ohhhhh..."?

James let out a low moan as his body suddenly started to feel very warm. His once bare skin started to feel prickly as a forest of golden blonde hairs began to sprout across his body.

"You're gonna wanna get undressed. Becoming a casual satyr gets a bit messy..." Kybal said with a lusty grin as he reached down to his chest, scooped up some of his spent load and brought it up to his lips.

James let out another low moan as he fumbled with his pants and shirt. He was still dressed in his school uniform, so working his way through the belt was a trial in it of itself. His shirt was easy enough, but his belt was being stubborn. Eventually he was able to unfasten the tight leather strap and pull his pants down, but as he did, he felt a strange bump as his waistband brushed over his ass.

Curious and perhaps a little high off the adrenaline, James turned around and looked at his backside, remarking at how his once hairless body was now being covered in a forest of soft golden hairs. He couldn't see everything, but they felt like they covered every inch of his butt and spread their way down his legs. But that wasn't what had caught his attention.

Growing like a weed was the small nub at the base of his spine above his underwear's waistband, one that quickly grew before growing outward into a small spaded nub. Like the rest of him, the nub was quickly covered in the same golden hair as his legs, although its underside turned a stark white. After it had finished growing James felt a strange new instinct fill him and he suddenly willed his new tail to move, causing the flagged tail to wiggle cutely in place.

"Oh shit, I've got a tail..." James muttered to himself.

"That's not all goat boy." Kybal chimed in.

James paused, looking around just to see as two pointed tips suddenly made their way into his field of vision. Letting out an excited giggle he reached up with both of his hands, letting go of his pants and letting them pool onto the ground as he felt both his newly sprouted horns. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, like Alex and Kybal he too also had a spiral shaped design that he traced with his fingers all the way back into his thick blonde hair. James laughed as he felt elated at his new appendages, his tail wiggling vigorously behind him as he reached down and felt his bare legs, remarking in how soft and fluffy they felt with his new coat of fur.

"Ha...ha-ha! Baaaaaa!" James suddenly bleated.

Kybal chuckled as he watched James cover his mouth in a sense of embarrassment reflex before he realized just what he had done. A fire then seemed to light in the young man's eyes as he dropped his hands and he smiled a sinister grin.

If he was acting out of instinct or having watching Alex do it so many times, James then suddenly let out a loud, almost deafening bleat that practically shook the glass in the windows of Kybals house and sent the satyr reeling.

"Geez! Keep it down, will you? I've got neighbours!" Kybal said as he instinctively covered his own pointed ears.

James blinked, the fire in his eyes instantly going out as he covered his mouth once again.

"Sorry" he said in a somewhat muffled voice.

Suddenly then though, James felt a strange sense of vertigo. The changing man seemed to stagger slightly in place as his stance suddenly became unsteady. Kybal instantly realized just what was going on and leapt from the couch, catching the young changing satyr before he could fall and hurt himself. Gently he led James back to the couch so he could sit down, being careful to avoid sitting on his freshly sprouted tail.

"I think your legs are next. Lemme give you a hand here." Kybal said.

Although James had managed to pull off his pants, he hadn't completely removed them, and they were hooked around his shoes. Starting there first, James watched as Kybal gently pulled off one of his shoes, peeling off his socks just in time for him to witness his toes being absorbed into a growing mass that turned stark black in a matter of moments. James then lifted up one of his legs and kicked off half his pants while Kybal worked on the other shoe and watched in fascination as he could see his new hoof split down the middle, giving them a more cloven design just as his legs started to bend backwards. He hadn't been as well built as Kybal or Alex admittedly, but one part of being a satyr seemed to mean that his legs needed to be strong and sturdy. That meant that he quickly packed on muscle and fat onto his quads, hamstrings and calves, which caused them to swell and grow to support his new walking stance.

"Woah...cool..." James said in awe as he twisted his changed leg in the air, getting a look at it from different angles before slowly lowering his hoof back down onto the floor.

He really looked like a satyr now, practically his entire body had changed, and it had only just been a few minutes sense his "initiation". Honestly, he was surprised at just how fast the whole change was going, having witnessed Alex do it plenty of times before he knew that it could be quick. But seeing himself change from human to satyr was a rush of excitement and new feelings. He honestly couldn't wait to see what was going to happen next.

And then, he got his wish.

The fur that had covered his entire lower body quickly started to rush its way towards his chest. It started with just a small treasure trail that raced along his midsection, but once it reached his chest the hairs spouted up wild and long, almost like a proud mane. In a matter of moments, he had a thick, but soft looking pelt covering his chest that spread up to his shoulders and down his arms before they thinned out near his hands. Strangely enough though, the way his new chest hair had formed made it look a bit like a crest of sorts, leaving his nipples exposed and easily accessible.

But then, something unexpected happened. His chest suddenly started to feel very tight and warm, his pectoral muscles started burning with strength and they started swelling with size. His abs where no different either as the heat travelled further down and what little baby fat he kept was burnt right off his stomach in an instant, giving way to a set of powerful abdominal muscles. James could only watch in amazement as he started to look more like Kybal than Alex, although he felt as though he was not as big as the two of them. Out of curiosity he reached up and ran his fingers through his new chest hair, remarking at how thick, but soft it felt before reaching further and giving his newly grown pectorals a playful squeeze.

"Seems my strain gives you a bit of muscle along with the horse dick. I guess maybe that's why he made me pay so much for it back then..." Kybal mused before his attention was drawn to James's tenting underwear.

Before James could respond back, he felt a powerful throbbing in his groin. He might have been able to free himself from his pants earlier, but he still had his underwear and it was growing increasingly tighter by the second.

"Speaking of, time for the best part, may I do the honours?" Kybal asked as he reached both hands around the rim of his briefs.

James only responded with a soft bleat; his brain suddenly being flooded with hormones. More than he had ever felt before and more than he thought he could ever stand. Every fibre of him was feeling hotter and hotter by the minute with his groin serving as the source to all the heat. What little part of his rational side suggested that he get some water or maybe jump into a nearby pool. But a new, much stronger voice was telling him to get his underwear off and deal with his rapidly growing problem.

Kybal smiled lustfully, slowly peeling off James's briefs and letting his growing meat free. The human had an average package all things considered, but in the midst of his transformation it was growing at a breakneck pace. Already hard and at attention, his five-inch dick throbbed and leaked like a faucet as the fur that covered his body swarmed its way over his manhood. Creeping like a vine, the golden hairs wrapped their way around his balls, spurring on their growth as they swelled in size until they were almost the size of two kiwis: with no sign of stopping. His dick was no different either as a sheath began to form at its base, giving his dick the space, it needed to grow as his once modest shaft swelled in both size and girth. Like Kybal and Alex, James's cock quickly took on a more animalistic shape, with it growing larger and larger until it not only passed the foot-long marker the other two satyrs had, but surpassed it by almost another half a foot. Once it had finished growing then, a thicker ring began to form at his shafts mid-way point, forming as its medial ring just as the mushroom tip of his cock started to grow broader and flatter. But then, strangely enough the pinkish hue of James's cock started to grow dark. All the color drained from his shaft as it turned a deep ebony black.

James throughout all of this was met with a rush of emotions and urges that he had never felt before. He had always considered himself a pretty vanilla guy when it came to his fetishes and he could appreciate both the male and female form the same. He was also never really a "horny" guy unless he was really stimulated or on certain rare days. But now his mind was awash with images of men, just men of all shapes and sizes along with their various sized assets. He felt an urge to take in as much of these men as he could, one that drove him on like a sort of strange compulsion to fill and be filled as both his cock and asshole ached for stimulation. But even then, that wasn't enough, he wanted to do things he had never done before. Like fool around with multiple partners or do things out in public where he would risk being seen. But his strongest urges came from the thought of doing more things with other satyrs. He wanted to take in their cocks and fill his stomach with their seed while he filled their guts with every drop that he could give them.

Almost as if responding to his desires, his balls swelled in size to match with his newly enlarged meat meet his transformation, swelling past both the sizes of Kybal and Alex until he was sporting a hefty pair of nuts that would almost put a horse to shame.

"Uhhh....ohhh fuck....I need..." Was what James was able to moan out as his hand instinctively met his cock, his entire body shivering at the new simulation as he started rubbing his member with increased momentum.

Kybal, who had been watching the entire time felt his own urges flare up. James had to be one of the most well-hung guys he had ever seen out there. The few guys he had ever changed did gain a lot more size than your standard satyr, but James had to be a new personal record. His cock he seemed like he was practically hung like a horse, to a point where he might even be mistaken for a type of equine mythic if someone didn't see the rest of him. But now, with his horns and hairy legs there would be no doubting that this young man was a satyr and right now he had a look in his eye that told him that he NEEDED to get off right now.

Kybal did not even feel like there was a need to bother asking for permission. Acting on his own instincts the satyr leaned down and took in as much of James's freshly changed cock as he could. The newly made satyr let out a loud moan in response that ended with a low and prolonged bleat like a bestial animal. Kybal then slowly worked his shaft with the skill of an expert and one that only a satyr could provide as he naturally savoured and teased James thick and heavy cock. Still flush with endorphins James barely could contain himself, his entire body burned with pleasure as his mind played out countless fantasies in a rushing loop as he imagined himself doing almost every type of lewd act that he could imagine. If some part of him could still see reason right now he might have questioned how Alex and Kybal managed to live with this all the time, but right now he didn't care. All he could think about right now was the expert sucking Kybal was giving him and how he desperately needed to cum.

Kybal was not ignoring his own needs throughout all this, however. He may have just come, but he was a satyr, and his cock was already back to full-mast and leaking a steady river of pre down onto his waterproof rug. Even as he pleased the newly minted satyr with his mouth, he worked his own meat with a free hand, the equine shaft throbbing and flaring in his grip as his cockhead swelled and prepared itself to let loose another barrage.

But this act was not one to last, not for Kybal and especially not for James. Kybal could feel James dick as he grew almost rigid in his mouth, with the young man crying out in pleasure as the pressure built for his first load as a Satyr. Kybal admittedly felt like he could have gone on for a bit longer, but he remembered just how intense his first time was and how that first change made him want to paint the walls white with his seed. He would give the blonde satyr his wish, but an idea of how he could "christen" James in his new form formed in his head.

James's moans grew louder and louder as time went on, his voice going higher until he started to bleat like a goat in heat. But then, as the pressure built into a breaking point; James let out one final wordless cry. Kybal then braced himself and was ready just as James cock fired off into his waiting mouth just like his own had done to him only a few minutes before. But Kybal was a pro at this and just as quickly as he came, the satyr was able to swallow his load and take in the next.

The young satyr couldn't even make a sound, his body left in an almost blissful state of shock as all of his essence felt like it was being pooled into his balls and shot out through his dick. One after another he came with a force he had never felt before and had he been able to see he could tell that almost every shot carried with it a thick and creamy volume that would have easily filled any normal humans mouth to bursting with just one shot.

Still, Kybal handled it all like a seasoned pro, taking in and savouring every shot of his creamy and slightly sweet load before swallowing. The two of them kept at it for almost for a full minute, but it felt like an eternity to James until he could finally feel his senses return and the flood finally start to stop. Kybal kept his mouth on the tip of his changed cock the entire time. Dutifully taking every last drop until James finally ran dry.

Once he had finally truly stopped, James could finally think somewhat clearly, he realized he hadn't taken a breath throughout the whole ordeal. The first breath of air into his lungs brought onto him a relief that he hadn't realized he so desperately needed, and he took a few extra deep breaths right after that. Slowly and steadily then he started to catch his breath, his brain abuzz with the afterglow and his cock feeling sore and spent.

"That was...amazing...wow..." James was finally able to say, feeling Kybals lips finally leave his cock.

The satyr then stood up wordlessly, giving James a smile before he slowly leaned over and got within an inch of James's face. James was still in a pleasured shock, so he didn't even think about it too much as the older satyr brought his lips to his own and started to kiss him.

But it wasn't a kiss like he had expected.

Kybal seemed to have saved a bit of his first load as a satyr and decided to share it with him. His tongue shot in, bringing with it a creamy wad of his own spunk before Kybal broke the kiss. James had been caught off guard by this, with the flavour of his own seed still on his tongue and his mouth left a gasp. Kybal took full advantage of this and spat out the rest that he had been saving, right into James open mouth.

James felt as his spunk was slowly dripped into his waiting mouth. Back before all this he felt as though he may have been a bit disgusted at such an act. He may have been BI, but he had always considered himself more of a top. The thought of tasting his own seed never appealed to him, but now he felt as though with that act, Kybal was already starting to kindle the fire back inside of him.

Still though, his body was tired. His spirit may have been willing, but after having gone through such a drastic transformation and a powerful orgasm his energy levels felt low. If it weren't for the adrenaline and afterglow, he may have just passed out right there.

"So, how was it?" Kybal asked, standing up straight and looming over James as he continued to rub his cock.

"Fucking tasty..." was all that James was able to moan out before licking his lips.

Kybal smiled, but then that grin started to turn slightly sinister as he started working his meat faster than normal.

"Good, because it's time for seconds."

James was hardly able to react as Kybal leaned back, letting out a bleat as he aimed his cock right at James's upper body, spraying a thick and creamy load that struck him in the chest. His thick pelt absorbed most of the blow, with Kybals seed seeping down his thick forest of hairs and spreading across his newly enlarged pectorals. Kybal then fired off another shot, this time aiming lower as he coated his abdominal muscles and a bit of James's spent cock. The satyr then proceeded to wildly fire off shots of his seed, coating James and a good portion of his couch until most of his body was covered. Then, with one final shot Kybal then aimed directly for his face.

The new satyr was ready this time though, acting on instinct he closed his eyes and opened his mouth, eagerly accepting Kybals seed as he swallowed a thick gulp that made its way into its mouth while the rest plastered his face.

Chuckling to himself, Kybals flow finally stopped and even his own cock started to look a bit soft. It was clear that the two of them were out of breath and clearly spent, although James was still eagerly licking his lips and cleaning his face as best as he could with his own tongue.

Kybal let out a relieved sigh, plodding over next to James and sitting on the couch with a thud and closed his eyes. The two of them then sat there for a while, both basking in their afterglows while the room filled with the powerful smell of their activities.

Eventually though Kybal opened his eyes and turned to look at James. The whole time, James had been trying to clean himself from his "christening" licking cum from his arms and gathering what he could with his hands before downing that as well.

"Careful, that new set of abs might start to fade if you keep eating that much satyr spunk." Kybal joked.

"I wouldn't if it didn't taste so fucking good though..." James muttered, cleaning off the last of what he had just gathered from his fingers.

"Well still, that's two buddy. Gotta learn to keep it under control or you might decide to help yourself to a buffet of guys one night and be stuck like this forever." Kybal warned playfully.

James grumbled but nodded, finally stopping his "cleaning" as he let out his own relieved sigh.

"That was...rough though. I mean I can't believe you and Alex have to deal with that all the time." James finally said somewhat lucidly.

"It gets easier with time, but the first time is definitely intense. Its why whenever someone turns its recommended that there are only two people around when it happens. Plenty of stories out there of someone getting turned at a party and then them whoring themselves out right after. Its why you probably won't see too many casual satyrs. The urges can just make you let go so easily." Kybal said wistfully as he thought back to his own ordeal.

"Honestly, after going through that I can completely understand..." James muttered, his eyes glancing over to Kybals member.

"Even now after all that, there is still a little urge inside of me that says to suck you off again right now."

Kybal laughed and gave James a playful push, causing the blonde satyr to chuckle in response as he pushed back.

"Yea, you're a slut, but even sluts have standards and limits." Kybal said playfully.

"Asshole." James said with a grin as he scooped up of some of the cum, he had been coated with and splatted it directly into Kybals chest.

Kybal smiled, rubbing his seed into his chest before he suddenly started to smell the area around him.

"Well, alright. Now that that's done, we should clean up before Drahl comes home. My boy might get jealous that I already came twice without him and didn't let him play with new goat boy I made." Kybal said as he slowly stood up.

"Oh...ide love to try me some orc dick...or maybe get dicked by an orc..." James muttered lewdly.

Kybal froze and then turned around, pointing a finger at James.

"Word of warning, we satyrs might be cool with playing fast and loose with each other and our partners. But remember you are still in a world where not everyone is as open minded as us."

"Huh...you know. I did notice that Alex did start talking a LOT more about sex after he turned. But I never see him say anything about it at school...and here I thought he was just doing that to me."

"Manners make the man, or at least in our case the satyr. Now come-on, I'm gonna show you one of the other benefits of being a casual. Clean-up is MUCH easier."

James smiled and nodded. He quickly got up onto his hooves but then he suddenly realized his centre of gravity had been drastically changed. Luckily, he was able to catch himself on the couch, but he had a serious case of "baby deer legs" as they wobbled in place. Kybal was thankfully quick to help him, rushing to his side and explaining how to learn how to walk with his new legs. Kybal then slowly started to lead him on, James taking steady steps until he was able to get a feel for it.

After a few minutes of practice, he was much steadier and more balanced, although Kybal did advise against running or moving on wet surfaces until he had more practice. The two of them then made their way to the back of the house, with James steadily walking as he adjusted to his new centre of gravity. As he led them through the house to the bathroom, they passed by a bedroom filled with more collectables and tribal artifacts. As well as a very large set of weights that seemed well used. But what had caught James's eye was a strange assortment of "hoof caps" at the foot of the bed. When he asked about those Kybal explained that he didn't need to worry about these types of things as a casual unless he planned on staying transformed for a long period of time. He then muttered something about hoof matinance as he led them to a large open-styled bathroom that looked more like a gym shower than one you would find in a residential home.

"So, as you can see being a satyr means your hairy as all hell. Meaning that when you spouge all over yourself, or when someone cums on you it can be a BITCH to clean." Kybal added with extra emphasis as he reached over and turned on the shower.

"Thing is though, being a casual means, you can change back and forth. Meaning your hair will shrink back into your body and whatever is stuck to it will just slide right off. Pretty handy huh?" Kybal said as he tested the water for a few moments until he adjusted both showerheads a bit.

"Huh, I guess that makes sense. But how do I change back? James asked as he glanced over and observed the numerous "fur cleaners" and various brushes that where all set in a rack that hung from the showerhead Kybal was closest to.

"You just gotta think about it. Just think, "I wanna be human" and your body will respond accordingly. It's the same way when you want to change into a satyr as well, thankfully meaning you won't just accidently turn yourself into one...most of the time."

Kybal then reached back into the shower, adjusting the temp once more before stepping under the stream of warm water.

James nodded and reached into the shower as well. Kybal kept it a bit hotter than he liked so he cooled it down a bit before he finally felt comfortable. Stepping inside the shower to keep himself from making a mess, he suddenly felt heavier as his body was weighed down by the water that was being greedily absorbed by his fur.

Taking Kybals advice he thought about how he wanted to be a human again, even imagining himself in his mind's eye. A funny tingling then seemed to wash over his body, starting with the hairs on his chest as they began to shrink back into his body. Like a wave washing away markings in the sand, all the hairs that had been newly grown shrunk back into his body in the blink of an eye. Although now where he had been hairless before, he now sported a few patches of golden hair on his chest and legs as a new permanent feature of his. As his legs started to change back, he was forced to steady himself on the wall, with his anatomy resetting itself as his feet reformed and his legs turned back into their original shape. As he felt the horns and his tail recede into his body he began to finally feel a bit lighter than earlier, although now he could feel the somewhat slimy texture of Kybals load that had now stuck itself to his skin. Taking the initiative, he started to wash himself down, paying no mind to his dick as it shrunk back to a human-like shape, although with a few more additional inches than he had sported before.

Finally, after a bit of concentration James was looking like his old self, but now with a few added patches of hair on his body and a much bigger dick. His chest had even remained somewhat the same size from his transformation, but that along with his new abdominal muscles he had lost quite a bit of definition. As he rubbed these areas, he felt somewhat disappointed that he didn't get to keep them as a human. Maybe he should start going to the gym a bit more so that he could keep up with the gains he had made...

Kybal then offered him some soap as he scrubbed off what remained of their activities. As James started to lather himself up, he noticed how Kybal seemed to be much more involved in his own cleaning though, lathering his furry chest and legs while cleaning his package and ass for good measure. In a few moments Kybal looked more like one of those white and fluffy sheep rather than his natural caramel coloured brown.

James was thankfully able to clean himself shortly after getting some soap and was able to step out and start drying while Kybal was still cleaning. A few minutes later the satyr finished, turning off the water and stepping to the side of the shower as his fur drip dried in the open air.

"I'm gonna be a bit until I can get completely dried. But you should probably head out. It's getting late and I don't want your parents to worry. I'll keep my schedule open this weekend so you can come over and I can help you or answer any other questions you might have. Just be sure to stay out of trouble until then ok?"

James nodded, grabbing a nearby towel and drying himself off quickly.

"I'll be sure to behave and keep it in my pants until then."

Kybal smiled and flicked some water at James playfully, inspiring the human to roll his towel into a rat's tail and aim it directly at Kybals legs.

"Woah! Hey! No! Not in my house!" Kybal said as he flailed his hands defensively.

James laughed and undid his cloth-made weapon. He then finished drying himself before he tossed the towel into a nearby hamper. He gave Kybal his farewell and thanked him once again before he walked out into the house naked and made his way towards the living room.

As his bare feet felt the hard wood floor, he felt as though he should have maybe remembered to bring a towel. He was a guest in the house after all and it was only polite.

But then he remembered how he had sucked off the homeowner and the owner had painted him from head to toe in his cum a few minutes later.

"I don't think he will mind."

James made his way back to the living room, gathering his clothes and getting dressed piece by piece. He couldn't help but notice how small and constricting the garments had felt. They had felt tight earlier from all the sweat he had been soaking in earlier, but these where almost constricting. As he pulled his shirt over his head, he was then suddenly reminded of the Satyrs distaste for clothing. And he was a satyr now, although casual. It would make sense that the same habit would carry over onto him.

Finally, he finished getting dressed and gathered his things. He still couldn't get over how itchy and tight everything felt now that he had been changed. He couldn't wait to get back home so that he could get undressed and relax. Maybe even change and try out sucking himself off like he had seen Alex do so many times...

James blinked at that thought and shook his head. He knew that being a satyr would mean an increased libido that he would need to keep an eye out for, but this was something else entirely. He could already start to feel his cock start to harden in his shorts and a strange instinct that told him to turn back into a satyr and take care of his growing need.

But he held himself back, telling himself it was all the new hormones that where rushing through his body. He would be riled up for the next few days but once he got a handle on it, he would be in much more control.

Which was just the amount of time he needed to plan out the surprise reveal of his new abilities to Alex.

James smiled, walking with a spring in his step as he walked out from Kybals house and made his way back towards his house. It was already dark, and the streetlamps had already started to turn on. But he would not mind any sort of lecture he might get from his parents about staying out late on a school night.

He had planning to do.

The Next Morning...

James grumbled as he slowly opened his eyes while his alarm blared in his ears. Like he had done so many times before he reached over and gave the annoying device a rough smack, silencing the blaring alarm. Normally after this he would allow himself a few more moments of precious rest, going back to bed before the snooze alarm kicked in with a much louder and annoying alarm that his parents had set for him.

But once he had opened his eyes and moved around a bit, he found himself...strangely energetic. He was a heavy sleeper by nature and normally could sleep in until at least his bladder or his stomach awoke him if it weren't for his alarm. But right now, he felt as though he had an energy drink or some coffee only a little while ago and it was just hitting him now.

"Maybe I should have become a satyr much sooner..." he muttered to himself with a slight grin.

Memories of last night then started to play in his head, remembering how he had taken Kybals cock and turned into a virile satyr. After which was rewarded with the older satyr not only giving him his first blow job, but also painted him with his cum in a sort of perverse baptism to welcome him to his new casual satyr state.

He smiled, slowly instinctively reaching down to his groin. Before he never would have been so into stuff like that and the furthest, he had ever gotten with another person before was just a bit of mutual masturbation with Alex. But now he had sucked dick, had his own dick sucked and been the bathed in cum by just one guy.

And that was just during his first few minutes as a satyr!

Now with his new urges and loss of many of his sexual hang-ups he relished in the memory and even wondered if perhaps he could cover himself with his own spunk as well or maybe have Alex do it to him...

As his hand gravitated further towards his cock, he did have to remind himself that he would need to learn how to keep his desires in check before he turned into a shameless slut and a potential full-time satyr. He had seen how Alex had changed and Kybals warning was still somewhat on his mind. But he was still new at this and he knew that with time he would have a handle on it even better than either of the other satyrs ever did. Still, that was then, and this was now, and right now he felt like having a little fun and working off his morning wood. What would be the harm?

But just as he was about to wrap his hands around his dick, he felt something...something...cold.

The sudden change in temperature brought him a bit back to his senses. Whatever he was touching felt cold, wet, and a little sticky. As he looked down at his sheets and took stock of his room, he suddenly noticed the musky smell permeating from his sheets and the large wet spot that had pooled around his groin in the night.

Suddenly knocked from his fantasies, James roughly pulled the sheets aside and realised that he had somehow turned back into a satyr during the night!

...and he had cum all over himself...

Looking down at his golden woolly legs and enlarged package was still a bit of a shock to him. He had only just changed last night so the sight was still unfamiliar to him. Looking to his sides he could also see that his horns had also grown back, and he could feel the lump that was his tail pressed up against his backside.

The first thought that came to mind was that he felt a little proud of himself. He had cum enough to a point where some still lingered but had miraculously not clumped his new fur together into unattractive lumps. The smell was masculine and strong and only stirred on his arousal even further as he contemplated reaching down and using some of it as a perverse form of lube. Maybe he could add a bit more to the mess and see how far he could shoot with his new horse cock. He could always wash the sheets later.

But then the cold remnants of his nightly emission dripped against his warm legs, causing a cold shiver to shoot down his spine and serve as a wet blanket for that idea.

Grumbling to himself, James tossed his sheets aside to survey the damage. He had shot straight though the blanket and even all the way through to the fitted sheet. He silently thanked himself for buying a waterproof lining to protect his mattress after Alex had nearly soaked that. But his sheets desperately needed to be washed before they stained and smelled like satyr cum forever more.

Although the thought of having a dirty cum soaked bed did arouse him a bit.

James flinched at that last thought and shook his head in disgust. He may be a satyr, but he was still a human deep down and he did have standards.

Finally getting up off his bed, he wobbled slightly on his changed legs and had to remind himself of his new centre of gravity. Once he had steadied his stance, he quickly got to work peeling off his sticky sheets, rolling them into a ball and tossing them on the floor for him to wash up once he had the time. Thankfully, he had at least seemed to roll off his comforter in the night, sparing his thicker blankets from the mess, but what he had soiled would be a double rinse cycle for sure.

Letting out a sigh and scratching his belly idly, he was suddenly reminded of his newfound growth as his fingers passed through the grooves of his abdominal muscles. Forgetting his bed for the moment he raced over to his bathroom, which was thankfully attached to his own room to allow some privacy and flicked on the switch to flood the area with light.

The sudden rush of dark to light staggered him for a moment like it always had, but now he could see himself in his full-sized mirror for the first time now that he had been changed. He hadn't had the chance the last night sadly, as Kybals bathroom only had a smaller mirror that just allowed him to see his upper cum-soaked body and after going home he had gone almost immediately to bed.

But now he could see himself, in all his strange and hairy glory.

His new spiral shaped horns did a good job of highlighting his naturally spikey hair and framing his face. Although he felt like maybe he should trim down the sides a bit to keep it from getting caught on his horns whenever he moved his head. His chest was a definite surprise though, running his fingers through his pelt was almost like running them through a dog's thick fur. He also noticed that the pelt almost seemed to fan outward, starting from a trail that travelled up from his groin and then exploded outward like to large wings that wrapped their way across his shoulders and only started to thin out as they grew towards his arms. This meant that his nipples were thankfully spared from his new coat of hair, meaning they were easily accessible without someone taking in a mouthful of fur.

Looking down he grinned as he admired his new abs. He had always been an average guy before, not really "fat" or "skinny" which left his body looking a little plain. He had tried working out before and even tried joining Alex on some of his training sessions when he used to be on the soccer team. But he never saw any kind of results. Now he looked like someone who worked out regularly, or at least took really good care of themselves.

As his gaze went lower his eyes almost immediately where met with his massive new dick, and how it seemed like it was almost demanding attention.

He had seen the shape before, both on Alex and Kybal. But it was still an alien sight to see on himself. Not only was it MASSIVE compared to his old tool, but it was now black as coal and had a broad flared tip that was already leaking a steady stream of pre down its length. Thick veins also protruded from the length, feeding the massive beast of a cocks needs while a thicker ring of flesh divided the shaft right down the middle. James gently gave his cock an experimental rub with one hand, causing his body to shiver and his cockhead to let loose another gush of pre that dripped down onto the tile floor of his bathroom.

The need that James had felt then came rushing back to him and the urge to jerk off suddenly became stronger. He let out a soft moan, slowly working his cock with his right hand while he reached up and toyed with his nipples with his left. He had always been sensitive before in that area, but now they felt like his nipples where wired directly to his cock. This caused his thick and heavy shaft to throb and leak even more precum, dripping down and forming a small pool at the satyr's hooves.

James let out a soft bleat, attempting to resist doing it for as long as he could, but it was a losing battle. Taking one hand off himself he reached over and opened the door back to his room, looking across the way to where his alarm clock sat. It was still early; he had always set the alarm for earlier to give him a bit more time to get ready encase he somehow managed to sleep through the snooze alarm.

"I've got time..." James muttered to himself with a smile before he closed his bathroom door and locked it behind him.

Giving into his desires, James let out a louder moan as he took both hands and worked his shaft, thrusting his hips forward with every downward stroke until he started to build up a steady rhythm and go a bit faster. He kept up like this for a while, moaning and grunting as his cock bobbed up and down in his grip, flinging precum up and down the floor and walls of his bathroom like an un-attended hose.

James felt as some of the strands started to hit his legs, but he wasn't about to stop anytime soon. Still what rational part of him remained cried out to keep himself from having to clean up a big mess once he had finished, so he stopped thrusting into his own hands. But then, as he slowly pulled his cock upwards and attempted to keep what he was leaking out restricted to landing on his own fur he noticed just how far his shaft had made its way up his chest.

The tip was almost just an inch away from the cleft of his hairy pectorals, and although his chest-pelt was doing a good job of absorbing his pre he had other ideas. Now would be the perfect time for him to do something he had always wanted to do from the moment he had first started to masturbate.

It didn't take much for him to lean forward slightly and bring his lips right to his cockhead. Sticking out his tongue, he slowly licked the tip, scooping up some of his own precum and bringing the clear fluid back to his lips. The sensation sent shivers down his spine and his taste buds seemed to savour the taste of his own pre before he swallowed. But even with such a massive pole he could only take so much of his own cock un-aided while standing up...but luckily, he knew just what to do.

Reluctantly he broke away from his cock, walking over and closing his toilet seat. Closing the lid and sitting on it like a makeshift chair, he positioned himself just right so that his cock was practically dripping onto his face. James admired his thick meat for a moment before he licked his lips with hunger, opening his mouth wide and swallowing well over three inches of his thick, throbbing equine cock in one go.

The shivering he felt from just giving his cock a lick turned into a full-on quake that left his legs weak. The taste of his own salty precum covered his tongue and danced across his tastebuds before he managed to swallow, but the warm, broad tip of his cock kept the fluid practically on tap as he shot another gush directly into his waiting mouth.

James let out a muffled moan, licking and toying with his cockhead as he pulled back and forth, attempting to take in as much of his own meat as he could before he was forced to pull back. The sounds of him slurping and sucking his own meat began to echo throughout his bathroom as he ravished his own meat like it was a sweet treat. Luckily his bathroom had a fan that muffled some of the noise whenever the lights turned on, but James still remembered the times he heard strange noises when Alex would occasionally "needed to wash up".

Still the sensations of sucking his own meat was unlike any he had felt before. Kybal may have been a seasoned expert on the subject when he gave him his first blowjob, but only he knew what he liked and just how fast he wanted it done. His entire body shook from the pleasure he was feeling, and with the added benefit of feeding himself his own pre just added to the kinky thrill of it all.

As he challenged himself to see just how much of his own meat he could take he found that it wasn't the length that was hindering him the most, but the girth he sported as his thick horse-like cock threatened to make his self-sucking a much more unpleasant experience. But what he could take he took easily, not even feeling any resistance or a "gag reflex" like he had heard about in the past. Perhaps satyrs don't have one? He thought to himself. Or maybe they naturally know a way to supress it when they get down in dirty. He would need to ask Kybal about that later.

Speaking of dirty, not only did he taste his pre as he leaked from his cockhead, but what remained of the load he had shot last night that still clung to his shaft. He had only had a small taste of his own seed last night, with Kybal sharing only a small taste after he had greedily drank down his first load as a satyr without spilling even a drop. Unlike his pre it had a strange sweet creamy taste to it he couldn't put his finger on. Which was especially strange considering the old rumours he had heard about eating certain sweet fruits in the past. He started to wonder if satyrs naturally had different flavoured cum than humans, although he had never tasted it before to be sure. But then he realized that he was just about to get a full dose of his own to see for himself.

Although not as intense as his first time, James felt a pleasured shiver shoot through his body as his cock went rigid in his mouth. The flow of pre suddenly came to a stop, but as his hefty balls twitched in his sack, he felt the flow of his own seed start to rocket up his shaft like a gunshot.

His mouth was instantly filled just like with Kybal, but with him taking so much of his thick cock at once he instinctively swallowed about half before he would choke. James let out a low moan as his orgasm began, his voice shivering his cock as it let loose another load that made its way into James's greedy waiting mouth. Oddly he didn't feel the strain like he had with Kybal after he took the first shot. After his second and third came and went he even pulled back slightly, letting his cum glide across his tongue for a moment before he started to swallow. The feeling of swallowing the creamy load made James shudder with both a sense of pleasure and a strange feeling of relief as he took in shot after shot before swallowing it expertly. Plus, now he could savour the taste of his own cum, remarking how it did indeed taste a little sweet but with a hint of saltiness that balanced out the flavour a bit. But each taste was only a brief flash before he was made to swallow and take in the next.

This continued for a while, with James feeding himself his own seed until the river eventually started to slow. Flush with endorphins and the tingling sensation of his afterglow. Only once his load finally came to a stop and only a small trickle of precum remained did he eventually free his cock from his mouth with a resounding "pop"

James let out a sigh before he licked his lips for any remaining traces of the hefty load, he had just fed himself. His stomach felt warm and satisfied, almost as if he had just had a modest meal that left him feeling satisfied, without becoming too full.

Understandable considering, he felt like he had just swallowed nearly half a gallon of his own cum.

Letting out a satisfied bleat, James leaned back and rubbed his stomach, feeling not only the pleasure of an orgasmic afterglow and his own stomachs satisfaction. But also, a strange sense of...peace of mind? Almost as if he had just been just working on a long running project and finally completed it.

It was then he was suddenly reminded of the "ritual" he was supposed to partake in every few days so that he kept his satyr status. Perhaps the sensation of "feeding" himself and prolonging his condition satisfied some kind of need in his new mythical body.

"Not a bad deal considering how good it felt...it was no wonder Alex did it almost every day" he thought to himself.

James let himself sit back bask in the glow of his orgasm for a little bit longer, letting his stomach settle while he enjoyed the strange sense of peace until he began to remember that he had to go to school that day.

Although he didn't want to move, and part of him definitely didn't want to change back, he knew that he needed to get ready for the day. He was still dutiful student and his parents would question things if he said that he had gotten sick overnight. He wasn't quite ready to tell them what he had done and if he made something like that up, they might actually come up to his room to check on him. He could always change back and try and fake it but hiding his soiled sheets might be a challenge if they could smell them out from wherever he stuffed them.

Plus, he needed to practice keeping his hormones in check while he was out in public. If he was in this for the long-haul to help Alex, then he would need to know how to keep it in his pants without anyone growing too suspicious. And right after he had turned, when his urges where strongest would be the perfect trial by fire.

Still, he made a note to pack an extra change of clothes in his backpack before he left today...just encase.

Letting out a sigh he sat up, wobbling slightly on his new legs before finding his balance and making his way towards his shower. He turned on the water, the showerhead sputtering for a few moments before it settled into a steady stream that slowly started to warm up. James then started to focus again just like before, imagining his old human form as his body responded to his wishes. Once more his hair tingled as it shrunk back into his body and he had to steady himself as his legs turned back to normal. The sensation of his horns and tail shrinking back into him was still something he had to get used to, but as he watched his dick turn back to pink and shrink back down to a somewhat normal size he finally got a good look at how much bigger he was downstairs even when he wasn't changed.

He may need to make sure to avoid showering for gym at least until most of the class was gone. Some students may be casuals and be either open or hiding it. But when a plain and un-remarkable kid suddenly grows a thick coat of hair and has a porn stars package it wouldn't take much for someone to put two and two together. And not everyone was accepting of mythics...especially with the bad rap that satyrs had.

Finally, once the water hit a comfortable temperature and he stepped inside. He wasted no time to clean himself of what remained of last night's activities that had stuck to his legs before he cleaned up the rest of himself. Rubbing his hands over his body still felt strange even as a human though. Now he had definition and body hair after being a flat and unremarkable boy. Before maybe the only thing he had going for him was his blonde hair and blue eyes, but now he seemed like he had gone through some strange late puberty. That he might be able to explain away, but he would need to be careful. Especially around Alex.

Thinking to his friend he silently prayed that this plan would work, and he would stop talking about becoming a Full-timer for a while. But he knew him better than anyone and he would need to watch himself around him until he was ready for the big reveal. Still, he couldn't wait to see the look on his face once he changed, the two of them rubbing their hairy bodies together as they explored each other with little abandon while they rubbed their leaking cocks together.

James smiled to himself and closed as he started to fanaticise about what he would do with Alex once he knew. Part of him wondered if it would be too forward to assume, he would want to fool around right from the get-go, or he would have questions first. But then his satyr urges told him he wouldn't be able to resist and likely he wouldn't be able to either. James then started to wonder if maybe he should let Alex pop his cherry, or maybe he would let him pop his. But then again, he knew that he had been fooling around with Kybal before, so he definitely wasn't a virgin. Still, he couldn't help but imagine slowly filling his cock into Alex's ass and pumping him so full of satyr cum that his belly would start to swell...

As James's mind started to wander, he suddenly started to feel a bit strange. For some reason his body felt heavier and he felt slightly disoriented.

Opening his eyes, he suddenly noticed that his horns where back in his field of vision, and when he looked down, he saw that his cock was jutting out to greet him. The ebony coloured shaft had already grown back to its full foot and a half long length and was leaking and ready for action.

James cursed to himself, looking down and seeing that he had already turned back completely...without even realising it!

He started to feel a bit of a panic and turned the shower directly down to cold. His entire body flinched as the shock of the cold filled him just as he started to focus back on his original human form. It only took him a few moments to get back, but he couldn't believe that he had turned back so easily without even realising it!

_"The thought of messing around with Alex must have made me want to change back..." _he thought to himself with a sense of frustration.

Thankfully the cold shock had knocked the fantasy he was imagining right out of his head, and his cock went soft just as it turned back into a human shape. Once he had finished changing back, he then turned off the shower and stepped outside, drying himself in almost aggressively until he was sure he was finally clean.

The sudden realization of his plans to do a "trial by fire" to get used to his new status as a satyr suddenly became a much more terrifying concept. He would not only need to keep his hormones in check, but also keep mindful of his own body so that he didn't start changing without realising it. There may be casuals and full-timers at school, so seeing a mythic was not exactly rare, but if someone starts growing horns and tears through pants that weren't designed for a satyr's legs people would take notice.

Part of him felt like he shouldn't care what people thought about it, and maybe just buy some multi-stance pants off a specialty store online that would adjust to whatever type of legs he had. But people knew about his friendship with Alex and people talk. It wouldn't take much before some gossiping teenager would let it slip to their parents about how they saw a senior turn into a satyr in the middle of class. And that might make its way all the way back to Alex's parents, who were VERY active in the school's PTA program and already suspicious of their own son. Finding out he was a Satyr might mean they might start to question Alex as well.

And that would be bad.

Brushing his teeth and trying to calm himself down, he tried to think of some way he could snap himself out of it if his mind ever started to wander or he could feel himself starting to change. It was then he spotted an old forgotten wristband, one that he had kept from his "goth" phase that Kybal had called him out on when he was a teenager.

It was black, plain and unassuming but it was elastic. If he pulled back far enough and let it loose, the pain might be able to knock him out of it if he ever got too lost in his own mind. Wrapping it around his wrist he felt some sense of relief, but hopefully he could keep himself under control and never have to use it. He then made his way back into his room, once again realising that he had become surprisingly comfortable in his own nudity, whereas before he would have always had a towel wrapped around his waist when he left the bathroom.

He gathered his clothes and started getting dressed. As he put on one item after another, he started to feel like every piece was just one size to small and clung to him uncomfortably. It was a strange sensation that made him want to take them off or at least find some baggier clothes. But he had to wear at least some kind of uniform and baggy clothes were not dress code. So, he pushed past his strange satyr habits and made himself presentable and put on his belt. Grabbing his soiled sheets next he glanced over to his desk where he had placed his homework at last night. He mentally face palmed himself for forgetting to do it, and just resolved to try and finish as much as he could on the bus ride to school.

Taking note of the time he quickly ran out into the hall and down to the laundry room. He half-hazard started a wash and filled the basin with a bit too much detergent before setting it to a heavy-duty soak and rinse and tossing his sheets inside. Racing back to his room he saw that he was starting to run late and grabbed his books and then ran down the stairs. He managed to shout a farewell to his parents before cramming his schoolwork into his backpack and putting on his shoes. It was then that he realised that he had neglected to put on socks, but he already felt so uncomfortable wearing a polo-shirt and khaki pants to begin with that he just decided to ignore it. Their school may have a dress code, but the ruling on shoes was pretty lax. Plus no one ever pointed out to another person that they had forgotten to put on socks that day.

Grabbing his bag and other essentials, he stepped outside and locked the door and was immediately hit with the scorching desert heat of California.

"Fuck..." he muttered to himself, already feeling uncomfortable to begin with. But now he had to deal with the heat as well? This day was going to be a long one.

"At least maybe it will keep my mind off my dick." He thought to himself.

Taking a breath and nervously rubbing the black elastic band between his fingers, James made his way down the driveway and started his long trek to the bus-stop a couple of blocks down.

He was right at least though; the hot sun did put a damper on any lewd thoughts that may have been lingering in the back of his mind. He could already feel his temperature rising and sweat had already started to form on his forehead. Wiping the sweat aside, he suddenly remembered he had forgotten to put any gel in his hair that morning and he likely looked wet and dishevelled. As he mentally reminded himself of his long-standing goal to get a car before he graduated where he could keep a spare can, he suddenly heard a shout behind him.

"Wait for me dude!"

Pausing and turning around, James saw Alex rushing towards him. He was dressed in the same uniform as he was, although with the buttons of his shirt undone and giving a clear view of his hairy chest. His shirt was also lazily half-tucked, and he neglected to put on a belt again as well, something he had seen many teachers lecture him about in the past.

He gave Alex a friendly wave and stood there and waited, letting his friend catch up to him as he smiled a broad and friendly grin.

"Hey thanks, sorry I was late today. Was running a bit behind."

James nodded and gave him a dismissive wave.

"Well your pretty quick, I'm sure you would have made it to the bus in time. Although maybe if you hadn't shown I could feign heat stroke at the bus-stop and buy you a few minutes."

Alex let out a low groan as he nodded in agreement.

"Maybe the bus driver might buy it, I mean Its 7am! Why does it feel like its fucking hot noon?!?"

James chuckled and started walking again, with Alex following right at his side.

"So, did you manage to beat that gauntlet after I left? I know that Victor had been giving you trouble at eight difficulty." Alex questioned.

James paused for a moment as he realized he would need to lie but then quickly recovered.

"What? Oh yea, no I haven't. That fuckers' cheap combos and throw strength are way to broken. I hear that playing Titan makes him a cakewalk, but then I get my ass handed to me by Kane two rounds later."

"Damn, well maybe a bit more practice will get you there. It's the only way to unlock Destiny so I guess they really have to make you work for it if you're not willing to pay to unlock him."

"Fucking microtransactions..." James grumbled.

Alex laughed at that as they reached the end of their street, rounding the corner and spotting the bus-stop in the distance.

James felt somewhat relieved he could still talk to Alex like he normally could, he could feel some kind of strange new pull to be closer to him sure, but he could resist it. Perhaps after the first shock he had earlier made him get a better grip on himself? Maybe just as long as he wasn't lost in his own thoughts or too stimulated, he would be fine?

"Ah shit..."

As they reached their bus-stop James turned to look at Alex messing with his beard.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Alex then turned towards him, sheepishly smiling before rubbing the back of his head.

"Well...you see...the reason I was late was when I woke up this morning, I found out that my parents had already left to go to work. So, with me having the house all to myself...I decided to make my own breakfast if you know what I mean."

Alex then twisted the tip of his beard slightly, ringing it out and playfully styling it into a slight point. It wasn't hard for James to guess just what he meant as Alex rubbed two fingers together, gathering up what had remained before sticking them into his mouth. He gave them a loud slurp for effect, before looking back at James with a perverted grin.

"You know, I hear spouge is high in protein, but I think you should be eating a more balanced diet." James responded with a nervous chuckle.

"Why not? It's the breakfast of champions after all." Alex said as he rung out his beard once again.

James tried to play it off with a laugh, but mentally he practically moaned as the thought of Alex doing what he had just done himself become a turn-on for him. Cautiously he reached for his bracelet, pulling the strap back slightly as he felt his erection start to tent in his pants.

But then, the sudden blaring horn of the bus in the distance served as a much better distraction from his raging hormones.

He and Alex where the only two people who used this stop anyway, as out in this part of the suburbs everyone either already had a car or didn't have kids at all. The bus would honk its horn on its approach, serving as a warning to any stragglers to hurry up to the bus stop before they were left behind. Which was something both he and Alex had nearly fallen victim to on a number of occasions.

The aged yellow bus slowly approached the two of them before the doors swung open. James went first, trying to adjust himself as he went up the steps as Alex followed closely behind. The bus was only partially filled, mostly with underclassmen who weren't old enough to drive yet that lived out this far. Luckily that meant there were plenty of places to sit and James and Alex had two seats all to themselves that they took directly across from the isle from each other.

As the bus lurched forward, Alex pulled out his phone and started idly browsing or playing whatever game he was into that week while James reached into his backpack and pulled out his homework. Taking a notebook and using his book to steady himself, he read through the notes he had made and started working on the exercises that his teacher had given him. The road was unfortunately a bit rough and the older bus didn't make the journey any easier as the aged shocks made every bump feel like a tiny collision that sent his pencil off to the side. Thankfully the ride was long, so he might have enough time to finish. But just before he got started it found himself glancing over towards Alex.

Some part of him had wanted to tell him right when he approached. Another part of him wanted to pull down his friends' pants and reveal it while he had his dick in his mouth. But one side had won out that reasoned that he wanted it to be special, something between the two of them in private that would allow them some privacy and time to ask any questions and work out any "frustrations". But right now, he felt like he was still too raw, like he would give into his instincts at the slightest stimulation. He didn't want that for Alex, being a satyr to him was more than just about the sex to him. At least that's what he thought.

It then suddenly dawned on him that Alex had never given him a straight answer as to why he had chosen to become a satyr of all things. Was it because Kybal was right there? Was it for the big dick and the crazy sex drive? Or was there something else? He had asked him before, but he had never given him a straight answer, usually dodging the question or joking about the dick or making some kind of animal pun or jab at another species. He could tell that he was hiding something, he had known him long enough and well enough to see that. But the two of them had always been straight with each other when it came to their problems. Maybe when he did the big reveal, he might finally tell the truth.

The bus then shook and rattled slightly again, causing James to make another glaring mark on his paper which made him growl in frustration. Taking his eraser and quickly fixing it, he realised he needed to focus on this for now. Maybe during lunch break or on the bus ride back he could think about how he could do the reveal.

A short time later.

The rest of the bus ride had been uneventful, just like always he had to deal with the gossip of the underclassmen as they complained about school or projects or whomever was dating who as they all baked in the aging metal behemoth. Once he had gotten his homework done James then resigned himself to looking out the windows as the flat plains of the California desert rolled by.

His little neighbourhood was really like its own little oasis out in the middle of the desert. Back home the streets where covered with lush green lawns and practically everyone had some kind of garden or at least a couple of flower bushes that added some more greenery to their home. But just a few miles out from there was nothing but hot, dry flat plains that where framed by tall mountains that surrounded them on every side.

At least some relics of the old age still had their uses to make some area liveable, and modern technology had come a long way when it came to providing water and power all the way out here.

When he had learned about it back in grade school, he found out that his city had been built on some kind of "Prosperity Rune" hundreds of years ago. Originally it had been made to turn this patch of barren wasteland into a massive lush forest, with limitless water and countless resources that would allow it to eventually turn from a green wilderness to a shining jewel in the desert.

But like many things from the old eras, they had either stopped working, or they came with very specific conditions to keep it running.

For example, the "rune" they all sat on was how their entire city map was set up. Most of the business and manufacturing areas where placed towards the centre while the lines that connected the outlying areas like neighbourhoods and stores served as their roads. Whomever had designed this thing however had a very specific image in mind though and the one time someone tried to build something outside of the rune's "design" had caused the whole thing to go haywire.

So now they were stuck with a partially functioning rune, which meant that expansion was completely out of the question and the idea of a "lush forest" never happened. They had plenty of water and power sure, but the spaces between inhabited areas where just as barren as they had been for the past thousands of years. Fixing the rune was completely out of the question as the designer was lynched by an angry mob that believed they had been tricked into settling on a boobytrapped city. As a sort of final "fuck-you" as well he had burned all his records and documents before he was caught, leaving no traces to how he had designed it or what kind of crazy spell work went into making it.

Many had "attempted" to fix the rune in the past, but the fear of destroying the town or depriving the town of its sources of water and power always kept anyone from getting to far with any types of "restoration" projects. But thankfully after some experimenting and trial and error they were able to find ways of adding a few things out into the desert without effecting the rune.

That was what James was looking at for the most part as the pains rolled by. He could see some buildings out in the distance, along with some water pipes and a few powerlines that could run their way out to the desert. Roads however had to be mostly dirt and far away from the main "rune" streets to prevent them from being altered. Meaning that most of the time driving down the road he would see a lot of dirty trucks or cars that where a bit worse for wear.

A lot of kids at his school had cars like this, with a lot of the lower-income housing being put out into these makeshift towns out in the desert while people who lived in "the rune" tended to be a bit better off. Admittedly he lived in the rune himself, but his house was far away from the main city or the only school in their district. So, he and Alex would probably just be considered "middle class".

Speaking of school though, his bus had finally arrived while he was lost in thought. The massive stone structure had been a remnant of the towns original design that left the building weathered and aged. But there were no restrictions on how buildings could be made on the inside, and thankfully they had kept with the times...somewhat.

As the bus came to a slow halt, the people towards the front made their way out, the underclassmen chatting and gossiping as they had been for the past half hour before James and Alex finally made their way out into the scorching desert sun. At least in the bus they had some level of shade even if they were being baked alive, but with the sun dawning in the distance he could feel the temperature rising and he couldn't wait to get inside.

Thankfully the bus drop off wasn't far and the two boys made their way in-side to semi air-conditioned comfort in a matter of moments. It was then that James suddenly realized that the "bullshit" reason that he and Alex shared almost no classes together would actually work in his favour today. The two of them had always complained about not being able to share homework or notes on any of their classes, but right now James wanted to keep as far away from Alex as he could...for now.

As the two of them walked to their lockers James felt the pull again, the one that made him want to be closer to his friend in more ways than one. He found himself walking a little closer to him than he normally did, and some ideas about pulling him aside into the nearest bathroom started to pay out in his head.

But then the typical high school stereotypes started to show themselves in the hall.

Being a school out in the desert there wasn't exactly a whole lot of people got excited for other than sports. Meaning that nearly every sports team was at full capacity and the main players where always competing with one another in a typical show of dominance. They saw football players milling about, their heavy-set bodies and thick muscles crowding up the halls as they stood together in typical jock fashion, laughing and joking as at least one of them spun a football in their hand idly. Then there were the soccer brats, who may have not been as big as the football players but made it up in their definition and speed as they weaved through the crowds of people and purposefully wore the shortest pants that the school could allow for them to show off their powerful legs. Finally, then the swim team was always a sight one could spot from a distance. The guys team seemed to take the whole ritual of "hair slowing you down" to a profoundly serious degree as they all where almost completely shaven. They looked a bit odd at first, but the few times James had seen them practicing he knew that most if not all of them where packing a tight, well-toned body under their school uniforms.

Thoughts of these different types of jocks then started to play though James head as he un-knowingly started to stare at the team while he walked. Most of them involved some fun in the locker room or maybe some hot and fast moments in the showers. But one fantasy that really got him going was the thought of being surrounded by a speedo clad swim team and opening each one of their trunks like a gift-wrapped present.

His pants started to tent as he walked, and soon he started to feel a strange tingling in his scalp. The odd feelings where enough to knock him out of his fantasies and he quickly pulled back on the strap of his band, letting it snap at his wrist and send a jolt of pain down his arm. His body shivered and he began mentally repeating to himself to stay human repeatedly until they made their way to their lockers.

"Man, the eye candy is on full display today..." Alex said with a lusty smile.

James nodded wordlessly, focusing until he finally started to feel somewhat normal again.

"You ok dude?" Alex asked as he turned towards him.

"Huh? Oh, yea I'm fine! Sorry, didn't get much sleep last night." James responded nervously.

Alex raised an eyebrow in suspicion to that response, but he just shrugged it off and turned to his locker a few doors down from James.

Letting out a relieved sigh, James turned the lock on his own locker and swung it open, gathering the things he needed for his first period while shoving his backpack onto the hook inside.

"Well if you wanna hit the hay early today I don't need to come by. I had my dose so I should be fine for at least a day or so." Alex said as he gathered his own things and closed his locker with a slam.

James flinched, closing his own locker before turning back to Alex.

"What? No! I mean its fine dude, I'm fine. Plus, tomorrows Saturday so I can just sleep in anyway. Feel free to come by."

Alex smiled at that, his expression softening from the worry that had marred his face a moment ago.

James smiled in turn, pausing for a moment before he opened his mouth again without thinking.

"In fact, let's see if my folks would be ok with you spending the night tonight. That way you don't have to go home and can help yourself to your own kinky form of "dinner"."

Alex's eyes went wide at that suggestion and James had to resist covering his own mouth. Alex had been the one to cross that line and make a dirty joke or reference like that but never James. He only rolled with the punches, only ever making a joke like that on a blue moon and only whenever the two of them where completely alone.

"You know...as fun as that sounds, I think maybe I should at least have something solid today."

Alex smiled and rubbed his stomach, licking his lips with a pleased grin as he walked up to James.

"Still, I think I'll take you up on that offer. Would be nice to change and not have to worry about changing back until the next day. Thanks bro!"

Alex gave James a hearty pat on the back and James laughed, the two of them then quickly looked over their gathered supplies and then went their separate ways. Alex had math first and James had history. Perhaps being lectured about ancient civilizations or boring political mauvers might be a strong enough wet blanket to keep his mind off his cock long enough to make it through the day.

James then made his way down the halls, winding past groups of people and other cliques until he made it close to his first period class. He had been placed in an "Advanced" history class at the start of the year, but he still found the subjects terribly boring. Still, there was the occasional interesting fact to be pulled from it every now and again and he had to admit that at least he would be learning some "magic" history. He couldn't imagine just how dull it would be learning about the history of a world where things like Satyrs and Dragons never existed.

Making his way inside, he spotted his teacher, or "professor" as he liked to be called.

He was a tall, statuesque man who was dressed in a tightly fitting dress shirt that always seemed one size too small for him as the buttons strained under his incredible bulk. He also had a long flowing head of dark brown hair that was only broken up by the glinting of a golden stub earring and a golden chain necklace that clung to his thick neck like a choker. He had a kind and friendly face, but one that showed his aged wisdom even if his skin gave him a much more youthful appearance than he was.

"Good Morning Mr. Daniels."

"Good morning Professor Sanders." James responded politely.

James then made his way towards the back of the class. Luckily, he had always sat there before so it wouldn't be seen too out of the ordinary, but with how Prof. Sanders ran the class they would generally be stuck in a dark room while he played some slides on a projector and talked about them. Hopefully that meant that if he did somehow start to change at least maybe he might not be noticed.

Taking his seat and unpacking his things, James made himself comfortable as the rest of the class filtered in. He took some time to look over some of his notes to remind himself of what they may be talking today before he started idly doodling in the margins. A few minutes later then the bell ran out over the school's intercom and the hanging tv-monitor that was mounted to a corner of the class flickered on. The morning announcements then started to play, talking about school events and sports teams along with the schools "Pep Rally" that was going to be held sometime next week. The school's song then began to play as the announcements ended and the tv then flickered off.

"Well then, now that that's over with, let's start todays lecture." Professor Sanders said to the whole class.

The large man then slowly got up from where he was kneeling, revealing his caramel fur coloured lower body and the four powerful legs that he stood upon with black hooves at their ends. Professor Sanders then trotted a few steps forward, revealing the rest of his body from his specially designed desk that ended with a well kempt and braided horses' tail.

The centaur reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a remote. Like clockwork the lights in the room started to dim and the projector that had been mounted above them all flickered to life and started to shine a light onto a large interactive screen that served as the classrooms blackboard.

"Today we will be continuing our discussion about western civilization and the rise and fall of the Greek civilization. Please take out your notebooks and tablets and be sure to take notes. This topic will be on next week's test."

"Playing favourites aren't you prof?" a voice suddenly cut from the darkness of the room.

The professor paused and smiled briefly before he pointed his remote out into the crowd.

"Perhaps Mr. Kingswood. Maybe I'll add a question about Chiron onto the test while I'm at it." He responded.

James glanced over at the source of the voice and spotted the football player Arthur Kingswood. He was an ebony skinned man that had a blazing smile that could cut through the darkness and a build that filled out nearly his entire desk. Like most of the people in the room he was dressed somewhat in uniform, but he sported a large letterman's jacket as well that was covered in school patches and his team number on the back.

Arthur responded with a mocking laugh before he turned back to the pen in his hands, twirling it idly as he waited for the professor to continue.

"Now then, when we last left off, we were talking about the cult of Zeus and their practices in sacrifice and rituals. Now you may remember how I spoke of how during this era was one of the biggest booms for the mythic species due to the introduction of many different legends and tales which lead to the creation of..."

Professor Sanders continued onward with his lecture, occasionally passing from one slide to the next that had some basic information along with a few photos that served as a visual reference. James only half-listened though, scribbling the notes he saw projected onto the board and adding in the occasional note he caught the professor talking about with added emphasis. He had to give the centaur credit though, at least he spoke about all these events with energy and passion rather than a dry lecture that made him want to pass out after five minutes.

Still, history wasn't one of his favourite subjects and he only kept up with things to keep his GPA high. He was slotted to get a scholarship when he graduated, but only if he kept above a 3.5 average. Thankfully, he was actually interested in science and math which came easy to him. But his real passions were definitely in the sciences and he had been mulling over the idea of majoring in biology one he graduated.

Speaking of biology though...

He had seen him countless times before and could still appreciate the sight of it, but today he felt like he really could feel just how "big" Professor Sanders was. The centaur took up almost half of the entire front of the room, his big strong hooves lightly tapping the floor as he paced around the area as he spoke. His chest was also absolutely massive and on more than one occasion he had seen one of his buttons near his chest having broken off due to the immense strain the two mounds of thick masculine flesh that they held at bay. With a chest like that he also had to have a pretty amazing set of abs, like a perfectly formed bar of chocolate that formed every crevice of them into perfect firm mounds. Then there was his equine lower half, a magnificent specimen of strength and power as each muscle under his hide would flex and tense with every step he took. But the near constant mystery to him and nearly everyone in school was just what kind of heat the centaur was packing.

Out of modesty and likely the complaints of a few members of the PTA, Professor Sanders wore a pair of modified pants that worked a bit like a loincloth. All it did was cover the area his asshole was, but it also had a large pouch between his rear legs that covered a rather significant bulge.

James felt himself licking his lips as he started to daydream while Sanders moved to a less important topic with just a picture on display on the projector.

He wondered if maybe one day he could walk into class after hours, talk up the professor and maybe seduce the massive hunk. Then maybe after a lengthy make out session that included some thorough exploration of his muscular bulk, he could find out just how big he really was. He had to be at least as hung as he was as a satyr, with a thick equine cock and two massive nuts that he kept clean and well groomed. Professor Sanders seemed like he was a classy kind of guy, but James wondered just how much it would take to get him moaning just like any other guy would when they shoved their cock up someone's willing ass...

Unbeknownst to James, all this daydreaming had stirred up the very thing he had been trying to keep under control all morning. He may not have been actively thinking about it, but his body desperately wanted to turn back into a satyr and rid himself of his constricting clothes before jerking off in the middle of the room. His satyr hormone added brain told him he should do it, to whip it out even while everyone was watching or maybe give them a show while he blew the professor while he tried desperately to work through his lecture. He was a hot and horny creature and needed to get off and maybe get a few other people off while he was at it.

Slowly and steadily his body started to change once more. The hair on his legs grew out long and woolly under his pants while his horns started to poke through his scalp. He could feel his groin start to expand and grow in his underwear as well, stretching the fabric uncomfortably and giving him an incredibly noticeable tent.

But then, James locked eyes with Professor Sanders for a moment. That one moment of connection made the professor pause his lecture for a moment as his eyes went wide before he was quickly able to recompose himself and continue like nothing had happened. The same could have almost been said for James as that one look sent a cold chill down his spine and he could suddenly feel his steadily growing extremities. Silencing a frightened yelp in his throat, he quickly started to focus on his human form and lifted his notebook as a form of slight cover. He praised his lucky stars that no one had been sitting next to him that day and couldn't have seen much in the dark. In a matter of moments, he had calmed himself back down, his fur receding and his horns fading away. Although his erection in his pants did not seem to go down like the rest of him, but at least that was easily hidden.

Casually he placed his notebook back down, pretending like he had just been trying to take a closer look at something he had been writing before going back to his normal note-writing while Professor Sanders continued on with his lecture.

It was then that James fully committed to focusing on the centaurs every word and note, writing everything down like a stenographer. His heart was still racing however, and he was in a panic after having such a close call already at the beginning of the day. He reasoned however that if he focused on his work, he wouldn't get hard, and even if the content may bore him to tears, he would focus just on that.

Hopefully then he could make it through this class and onto the next, it was math and that was something that would keep him busy. He just needed to focus...focus and not get hard again.

Professor Sanders continued with the rest of his lecture, pausing only for a few moments for a drink of water or to fuss with the projector when it didn't accept the commands from his remote immediately. But every so often James would catch Sanders looking at him. As the lecture came to a close and time was running out for this period, he ended the lecture on a final note before he switched off the projector and un-dimmed the lights.

"So as you can see, the use of sacrifices did have its practical applications in some instances but for the most part they could often be considered a slight by a local deity if they weren't done properly. Which lead to the creation of minotaur's, satyrs, and yes even centaurs as a species."

The bell began to sound over the intercom system and the classroom became a frenzied mess of students packing their things and gathering their materials as they made their way towards the exit and back out into the halls.

"Remember, study every day and refresh yourself on the important topics I mentioned. Cramming hardly works and you will forget everything the next day!" the centaur cried out to his students just as they were leaving.

As James gathered his things and made his way to the door, he was the last to leave. However just before he was able to place a hand on the door handle, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Mr Daniels, can I have a word with you?"

"Uhh oh..."