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Terramagica

Chapter 06

(Coming of Age)

Written by Leo_Todrius

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Life had changed in an instant, or perhaps an instant had changed a lifetime. Sagen Teklic sat on the bench beneath a large sprawling cherry tree in Alchemy Park, watching a variety of the city's youth riding around the skatepark on their boards, a few using modified roller blades that accommodate hooves. On the outside he looked very much like he belonged with them; an eighteen year old satyr with shoulder length silky brown hair and a long four inch goatee. The only thing that seemed outmoded were his clothes and his perception.

Sagen thought back to his long life. It had been over three hundred years since he had been a teenager. He'd grown out his beard, gotten gray in his hair, adopted a variety of scars both physical and mental. He'd felt a weariness in his bones, lived a long life. He'd devoted himself to discovery, curation, history... and now he was a teenager again. It was the sort of opportunity many would pay anything for - or worse. The satyr reached up and ran a hand down his goatee, feeling the thickness of the long tuft, soothing himself a bit. He looked at the park and thought to the way it had once been, long before the advent of skateboards or cell phones, before the internet, back when non-magical illumination was still a novelty.

The rumination and reflection came to an abrupt end as Sagen felt a sudden heat flush through his body, making it hard to think.He groaned as his horns ached, his tail twitched, his nipples hardened and his heart raced. His ass clenched and unclenched involuntarily as twin glands began producing copious amounts of a natural lubricant and his sheath tightened, pulling back. Sickly, wet, lewd sounds came as his cock emerged. It was full - fuller than it had been in decades. It radiated heat, glistening with pre before it began to dribble muskier, milkier fluid. Sagen pushed himself up off the bench, eyes dilating as his pupils spread into slits.

A strange, drunken grin crossed the satyr's lips as he looked at the skaters. He looked at them with their long hair, their burly scruff, their tattoos and piercings. He imagined being reamed by them, having them fill his slick ass, but even that fantasy wasn't enough. He imagined using his magic to grow them bigger and bigger and bigger, trying to fill an unquenchable hunger inside of his body and soul.

"No, it isn't time yet, I can't..." Sagen murmured, knowing what risks there were if he gave in before the ceremony. He just had to survive another day, to make it until the council was ready. The satyr moved down the path, away from the skaters, feeling a bit of relief when the scent of their wild, manly musk ebbed. His heart slowed, the heat inside his body diminished... but much like the tide, after it had ebbed away, it began to climb again. Sagen wasn't even sure why at first until he came around the corner and froze in place.

Alchemy Park was a beautiful place, spreading out several city blocks in every direction. While much of the park was used for skaters and bicyclists, joggers and larpers, there were countless spots perfect for enjoying a nice picnic or even studying. Sagen had been the latter in his youth, curled up under a nice tree with his spellbooks. Sagen had stumbled across a bit of a kindred spirit in the form of a young unicorn man sitting on a picnic blanket, violet eyes peering through glasses at an elvish engineering textbook.

Sagen slowly licked his lips, looking at the unicorn's long pink and purple mane hanging off to one side of his long, white velvety muzzle. His ivory horn rose up in rich, healthy spirals. A coral pink tail was draped across the picnic blanket. He wore a t-shirt emblazoned with his college emblem and a pair of cargo shorts, a backpack overstuffed with books next to him. Sagen even saw an alfalfa sprout sandwich sitting uneaten on the corner of the blanket. The unicorn was skinny for a member of his herd, too skinny. He was thoughtful, focused, determined.

"Goddesses, nerds are so hot..." Sagen murmured to himself, reaching to give one of his nipples a good pinch, tugging and twisting it until it swelled fuller and fatter. He'd tried to escape, to avoid his natural urges, but it seemed like there was no going back... Sagen strode over to the blanket with purpose in his steps. He let his kilt slink the rest of the way down off his legs, dropping to the ground before he reached the blanket. The unicorn looked up as a shadow fell across him, his long jaw opening in surprise as Sagen not only stepped over him but then proceeded to sink down onto his lap, straddling him.

"Wh-what?" The unicorn asked, his voice light and airy. Sagen licked his lips again before he reached up, wrapping his fingers around the unicorn's horn. It was a bit ruddy, a bit rough, obviously not groomed as well as a more self centered unicorn might have done. Sagen's fingers began to rise up and down along the thick bone, swirls of sunrise colored aurora wrapping around it. As his hands stroked the horn, the bone shone brighter, polishing up and filling in.

"Hey there..." Sagen whispered, starting to rock his ass cheeks back and forth, practically kneading the unicorn's groin with his butt until he managed to maneuver the young man's cock to rest between his buns.

"D-d-do I know you?" The unicorn asked. Sagen grinned wider with a sweet, almost predatory grin.

"I think you're about to know me... intimately." he whispered, sliding a hand up the unicorn's shirt with his other hand. As it slipped over the young man's stomach, the white fur began to ripple as the skin beneath firmed up. His soft tummy hardened as abdominal muscles began to form, but the magic trick was nothing compared to what happened when Sagen started to grope his chest. The unicorn let out a whinny of shock, his purple eyes rolling back into his head. Little by little, the nerd's flat chest began to reshape and reform, filling out as his pectorals grew and swelled. Sagen moved his hand from side to side, pouring his magic into him.

"That feels amazing..." The unicorn whispered.

"It'll feel even more amazing when you plough me with that fat, thick horse cock of yours." Sagen murmured.

"I-I-I've never done anything like that before..." The unicorn panted. Sagen grinned.

"What, a big, strong, amazing stuff like you?" Sagen asked as energy crackled from his fingers, running down the unicorn's horn like a lightning rod. "I bet you have a hard tiny studying with all the people that want to ride your pole... I bet it's like a carousel there, everyone going up and down, up and down..." Sagen whispered, rising up just long enough to unzip the nerd's shorts, fishing out his bloating, fattening horse cock.

"Up and down... up and down..." the nerd whispered, his voice getting a little deeper. Sagen grinned, getting a firm grip of his cock with one hand before adding the other, sliding back onto the unicorn's knees as he slipped his hands up and down, faster and faster. It seemed that while the unicorn's fur was white and his hair took on the hues of a nice Breimian sunrise, his cock was a rich, dark purple. Sagen loved every inch of it, but he knew the unicorn could use a bit more.

With some words muttered under his breath, the unicorn let out another winnie as his cock began to surge and grow in size. Each time Sagen lifted his hands, he pulled the unicorn's cock longer. Each time they slid down, it made the cock fatter. Inch by inch, then nearly a foot in extra length, Sagen decided that had to be enough to get started. The unicorn looked up as the satyr rose to his hooves, slipping forward just enough to position himself before he came back down.

A wet, gooey, slick sound came as that fat, blunt horse head began to rub against the satyr's hungry hole. It quivered and throbbed before Sagen sunk down with a satisfying pop. With the hardest part out of the way, Sagen began to slip down, taking in inch after inch of the equine member. The unicorn neighed and snorted before he flopped onto his back, writhing. Sagen didn't mind. He started to push himself up and let himself drop down almost as if he was doing some sort of squat routine for exercise, but the muscles he was working with were buried deep.

The unicorn thrashed, snorting harder and harder as his shirt tightened, the fabric straining. There was nothing left to the imagination as his pectorals swelled to the size of small melons, his nipples as plump as sausages. His shirt rode up, revealing his perfect toned abdomen looking like white velvet spread over bricks of muscle. His horn began pushing out longer, rising taller, glistening in the sunlight before, at last, his shirt could take no more. The sleeves popped and tore as his biceps and triceps bulked out big enough to rival a dwarven miner.

Sagen drooled, his goat eyes glazing over as he took the horse cock deeper and deeper, seeking out that perfect spot, trying to strike his prostate or any of the other dozen g-spots that satyrs had. The unicorn's glasses almost seemed out of place now, resting against his thick, meaty head stacked atop the body of a bodybuilder. The nerd's physiology had shifted, both externally and internally. New hormones surged through his body and Sagen hissed with delight.

"You're a stud, a hunk, a breeding machine... You need to fuck, you need to rut, you need to fuck me into obliion!" Sagen howled. The unicorn arched his back, his mane spilling across the picnic blanket. He thrust his hips up as hard as he could, impaling the satyr on his massive rod until he winnied, his over-stuffed balls erupting with rich, hot, glittering silver unicorn cum. The menthol-like tingle spread inside Sagen, making him shiver and moan. He felt the flood spread up his intestines and into his stomach, sating that heat and hunger only so slightly.

Squirt after squirt, pump after pump, the unicorn moaned as he gave the satyr every last drop he had. Sagen's eyes fluttered shut as he accepted it, took it into him, his body swimming with hormones. Maybe this was his true calling, maybe this was his destiny. Why should he have been a wizard when he could have been a slut? Had he missed his true calling? Sagen sighed happily even as he realized the unicorn had passed out beneath him. Sagen slowly wriggled his way down, taking as much of the sweet nerd's huge cock into him before he leaned down and kissed the flat, blunt, wide horse nose before him.

"You're going to make a lot of classmates happy..." Sagen whispered wistfully.

****

As the sun set, the sky took on jewel tone hues of citrine, ruby and amber. The day had been long, but for the most part it felt as if life was finally getting back to normal - at least as normal as it could at Terramagica. Oriron sat behind the counter, relieved to have a bit of a break after a busy day. With the shop's security restored and the damage repaired, everyone that had been waiting had come in force for their potions, trinkets, artifacts and specially blended herbs. If there was one thing that the elf could count on, though, was there was always a bit of a slow down when dinner time rolled around. It gave him the perfect chance to satisfy his own hunger.

Ori pulled out a clear plastic carton from beneath the counter, setting it before him. Inside was a meticulously crafted, slightly oversized dragon-egg-salad-sandwhich in all of its glory. The dwarvish bread had so many kinds of grains that it glittered like piles of gems. The elvish lettuce was the richest, most ardent green Ori had ever seen. The minotaur swiss cheese was thick and ever so slightly melted on the toasted bread, but in the center of it all was a thick, creamy, gooey layer of metallic blue egg salad. Ori's stomach rumbled and growled in a very undignified way just looking at it.

The carton was like a crystal coffin, protecting its frozen prize. Oriron felt like an impatient prince. He popped the carton open, seized the sandwich with both hands and lifted it up before taking an eager, gratuitous bite. His teeth sunk through the bread, the lettuce and the egg salad, creating an explosion of flavor in his mouth. It was so savory, so rich, so fulfilling. He let out a deep moan, his toes tapping in his shoes until his werewolf claws began to push out. Ori took a bite, then another, moaning and murmuring with each. Everything tasted so much better after Mahno had bitten him. Elves truly had terrible taste buds, but perhaps that was why they generally remained quite skinny.

Ori had devoured slightly over half the sandwich when the shop's bell jangled. The elf was a little heartbroken but felt accomplished that he'd at least had half and still had more to come back to. Ori stood up, his red hooded sweatshirt unable to hide his mop of silky blond hair. He licked the last of the blue egg-salad from his lips before he turned to greet the newest customer before realizing it was actually his employer.

"Sagen!" Ori said in shock. The satyr stood in the doorway, panting and huffing. He had a few cuts and bruises, his hair disheveled, his fur matted in places. Ori moved around the counter and over to him, "Are you alright?" he asked. Sagen looked over at the elf, at his protege, at that sweet innocent face. Sagen surged forward and grabbed Ori's head with both hands, kissing him suddenly. Ori's mouth was invaded by a pert, strong, extremely flexible tongue that pumped its way in and out, in and out, deeper and faster. The satyr snuggled up close, bringing his groin to Ori's, the erection poking the elf in his stomach.

"I know you look innocent, but you could fuck me so good with that doggy dick. You know you want to Oriron, let out the beast..." Sagen panted.

"Mister Teklic!" Ori said in dumbfounded shock. Sagen grinned, moving to nuzzle Ori's neck, "Maybe you need me to bite you too? Does that get your engine running?" he whispered.

"Vandra tolkari ustred!" Ori exclaimed. A web of pearl colored light shimmered across the satyr's body, freezing him in place long enough for Ori to step back from the embrace, "Mister Teklic, what happened?!" the elf demanded. Sagen winced and cringed before groaning.

"I can't... I can't stop myself. The ceremony is so far away, I can't... I need you, I need to be filled!" he pleaded. Ori moved behind the counter, starting to rifle through drawers. He sought out herbs that Sagen had taught him to use, mixing and matching. He grabbed a mortar and pestle to grind some up before adding it to a stone cup. They always kept hot water on standby and as Ori poured it in, the steam turned from white to blue as it mixed with the herbs.

"Drink this, it'll help." Ori said, approaching the satyr warily.

"I'll drink anything you want me to. Anything." Sagen whispered. Ori grimaced a little more before tipping the cup back. Despite his earlier statement, the satyr was a bit reluctant as the bitter root tea hit his tongue, but as the effects began to wash over him like a cold shower, his pupils returned to their normal shape and the heat inside him dimmed just enough to allow his brain to start functioning rationally. Sagen blinked a few times before all the abrasions and injuries from the day's folly caught up to him. "Owww..." he murmured. Seemingly reassured, Ori snapped his finger and the glowing webbing disappeared.

"Any better?" Ori asked. Sagen nodded before moving over for the bench on the side of the shop. Sagen nodded a little as he sat down, looking up at the elf with a bit of sorrow in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry Oriron, I didn't... I never should have..." he murmured. Ori smiled softly.

"It's not your fault, the satyr rut is really strong. You taught me that ages ago." Ori said. Sagen shook his head, leaning his head onto his knees.

"That's no excuse..." he murmured, "Even so, I never told you how strong the first rut is, or much about graduation..." Sagen said. Ori helped lean his mentor back upright, guiding his hand to the stone cup to sip more of the tea, realizing deep down on an instinctive level that his boss was now younger than him thanks to the touchstone.

"Well, now is your chance." Ori smiled. Sagen sipped at the tea before making an involuntary face at how terrible it was, trying not to cough.

"Satyr communities are pretty close knit, even in this day and age. Until twenty or thirty years ago, it was practically unheard of for anyone to be raised without the support of the others or to venture out much until after their graduation. The reason was that the first rut is so potent and so powerful that if it isn't handled correctly, it can lead to a life of debauchery and hedonism they can never recover from. I may be the only satyr that will have to go through it twice..." Sagen murmured.

"What is the graduation like? What do they need to do?" Ori asked. Sagen blushed.

"Generally, a satyr's closest friends and colleagues help try to satiate the hunger in a safe, compassionate setting that keeps us from losing ourselves to the heat forever..." Sagen said. Ori's green eyes widened a bit at that.

"Your friends and colleagues, like Draeth and myself?" Ori asked. Sagen's cheeks grew even rosier at the suggestion.

"I mean, yes, but... it is optional. Consent is very important!" Sagen said. Ori shrugged a bit at that.

"Well, Mahno and I have had conversations, werewolves have certain needs too. The important thing is to be open and communicate well, and whenever possible to be there for our partner. Would it be alright if he came too?" Ori asked. Sagen salivated a little.

"I think that's a great idea... He's a very handsome wolf..." Sagen said. Ori's eyes narrowed a bit shrewdly but it wasn't as if he could argue against that point.

"Is there anything else we need to know or do?" Ori asked. Sagen looked up at the elf a little sheepishly.

"It's customary to imbibe the Nectar of Satyrica before attending..." Sagen said. Ori's head tilted a little at that.

"Doesn't... that turn people into satyrs?" Ori asked.

"Temporarily, for a few days at most... and the satyr form would reflect one's own natural constitution, so it's hardly a change..." Sagen said.

"An elf satyr, a werewolf satyr and... uh, whatever Draeth is now?" Ori asked. Sagen licked his lips again.

"An all you can meat buffet..." he whispered, closing his eyes as his pupils slit once more.

****

In the vast metropolis of Breim, the elves had cornered the market on upscale residences. Their towers sparkled brighter than the lighthouses, their neighborhoods were clean and advanced and futuristic, and yet there was a blend of nature with the synthetic. It was a harmony, symbiosis, and it was completely unaffordable. Oriron had elected upon moving out to find a place close to his work and had settled at the edge of the Industrial district a few blocks from Terramagica. He'd opted for the loft apartment on the fourth floor of the building, although it was honestly a converted attic space. With the landlord's permission he'd covered the brick walls with plaster and white paint, contrasting the wood floors and the beams supporting the roof. Pitched windows created a slanted wall of glass looking out over the skyline. It was an amazing view, but especially amazing when he could share it.

The elf sat on the couch, his long blond hair spilling across the shoulders of his red sweatshirt. His eyes sparkled with love as he looked at his boyfriend Mahno, his heart fluttering when he thought of how lucky he had been to catch the affection and heart of a werewolf. Mahno seemed almost out of place in the clean apartment. His black mohawk contrasted with the rusty orange mutton chops he sported. His torn jeans and holey t-shirt were counter culture to everything around them, and yet he'd been having a bit of an impact on the elf. Ori's closet now sported a variety of more form fitting clothes that showed off his physique, not to mention some darker colors and his very first leather jacket. Mahno talked about giving him a biker makeover some day, but usually just talking about it led to the two cuddling, humping, then having sex and passing out. That would have made for a relaxing wind down after a long day, but something else was in the cards.

Mahno sat on the couch, his arm over Ori's shoulders, his amber eyes taking in a very unique looking bottle sitting on the elf's coffee table. Backlit by the setting sun and the skyline beyond, the bottle of Satyrica Nectar was practically a work of art. The inner vessel was a sort of glass flask with a crystal stopper on the top, but the outer body was coated in a webbing of gold metal. It looked almost as if the metal had grown up along the glass like ivy, helping to keep the contents trapped inside. The nectar itself was a rich burgundy red like fine wine, but when Ori had set the bottle down, the nectar sloshed so slowly that it had almost been like syrup.

"And that stuff... will turn us into satyrs?" Mahno asked dubiously. Oriron nodded.

"Yes, although satyrs based on our own attributes... We'll become wolf satyrs I suspect." Ori said. Mahno grinned a bit at that.

"Business up top and a party down below?" he asked. Ori licked his teeth before he nodded, lifting a leg before he slipped over, straddling Mahno's lap. He began to grind and press against his boyfriend, letting the friction do the talking.

"Just imagine how much we could get away with if that were the case." Ori said. Mahno growled, licking Ori's chin.

"I don't think I'd be able to get anything done, I'd be too focused on you." he purred.

"Too distracting to ride your motorcycle while I rode you?" Ori asked. Mahno groaned at that, panting as his teeth sharpened and the points to his ears became more developed.

"Oiri, you're turning me on so much." he growled.

"And we haven't even gotten started yet." The elf said, starting to press up before letting him drop onto Mahno's lap repeatedly. The werewolf was panting harder and harder. Ori turned, reaching to grab the bottle. He removed the lid and let the contents breath a little. In moments they could smell the aroma of wine... of wine and summer, of fields ready for harvest, of sunny days, of romantic walks in the forest. Mahno's eyes widened a bit at that.

"It smells pretty powerful." Mahno said. Ori nodded and grinned before bringing the flask to his lips, tipping it back. The thick, gooey contents rolled onto his tongue. Ori counted one glug, then two, then three before he took a swallow. His face tightened before he hissed at the potency but then sighed at the nice flavor of it, ultimately offering it up to his boyfriend.

"Look at that, my sweet innocent boyfriend taking the first nip before offering me booze." Mahno chuckled.

"Well what can I say, the big bad wolf has rubbed off on me." Ori grinned.

"There's more than one thing I want to rub off..." he growled before he took the bottle and kicked it back, taking a few full gulps himself. After he'd swallowed the nectar down and thoroughly coated his throat, he set it to the side before brandishing his claws. He reached for Ori but the elf quickly wriggled out of his sweatshirt, tossing it to the side, not wanting any harm to come to it.

"Okay, now you can have your way with me." he said. Mahno grinned at that, claws cutting into the t-shirt beneath, raking down. Ori shrugged out of his shirt before yupping in delight as he felt the claws grazing his thighs cutting into his pants. The fabric came apart in tatters.

"It's murder on my wardrobe budget, but it's so sexy." Ori panted. Mahno grinned, showing off his fangs.

"I am a hunter, and you are my prey." he growled, the hair of his mutton chops getting thicker and longer as black fur crept up the back of his ears, the pointed tips pressing outward from his head. Ori growled, his own perfectly flat teeth getting sharper.

"I am no one's prey." he growled. Thin wisps of golden hair sprouted from Ori's cheeks, trickling down from his hairline to his jaw, creating a definite border at the edge of his cheeks.

"Then prove it, my pup..." Mahno said. Ori lifted a hand, flicking out perfectly crisp white claws. He grabbed Mahno by the collar of his shirt before he tore, splitting it down the center, revealing his boyfriend's supple, fit, perfect chest and stomach. Ori growled more, his fangs filling in before he dove down, licking and then biting at Mahno's pierced nipple. The werewolf threw his head back, thrashing a bit, groaning and howling ultimately. He felt his cock get so hard and so hot, swelling in his pants. He reached down, sliding his paw under Ori, groping around until he got his zipper down and then got the button loose. A plump, thick black sheath popped out, the tip of a pointed, red, pepper shaped dog dick starting to emerge.

Both young men were affected profoundly by scents now that they had werewolf blood, but something was stronger, something was more potent. Ori's eyes glazed over as he caught a whiff of his boyfriend's cock. It smelled musky, spicy, salty, a bit sour. It reeked of manliness, of a rough rider that worked hard all day and fucked at night. Ori slid down off of Mahno's lap before dropping onto his knees before the couch. Before the werewolf could move, the elf's clawed hand wrapped around the exposed furry sheath, giving it a squeeze and a stroke, sliding up and down just a little before he leaned in, a tongue slipping out, tasting the dew on the tip of Mahno's cock. The werewolf huffed at that, moaning. His cock felt so much more sensitive, so much more alive.

Without any more warning, Ori plunged his head down around Mahno's cock, his lips pressing the sheath back to reveal the plump prize inside. Ori's tongue slathered the pepper shaped shaft with thick drool and saliva before he began to suck and suck and suck, bobbing his head up and down. Mahno growled, a clawed hand grabbing the back of the elf's head, holding him to his groin. He tangled his fingers in Ori's hair, pulling his head up and down roughly. Ori's clawed hands slipped up, grabbing onto the waist of Mahno's pants. Even while focused on the blow job, he began to tug his boyfriend's pants down.

At first Mahno was too focused on the amazing sensations emanating from his groin to realize, but what had once been normal weathered flesh had started to shift. Hundreds, then thousands of tiny black hairs had started to grow outward from his groin, erasing the definitive border of his wolf junk to claim more and more territory. It swept out past his bush, wrapping around his waist while sinking down his legs as well. The hairs were soft and vellus at first, but as the air hit them, they darkened and thickened.

Mahno's legs tingled as if they had fallen asleep, but every follicle had gone into overdrive. It wasn't an entirely new experience, feeling similar to when he transformed into a wolf beneath the full moon, but without his skeleton changing it was as if more focus was on the growing fur. It pushed out centimeter after centimeter, growing longer and softer, retaining a dog-like fluffiness. It also came with the unmistakable aroma of a werewolf that drove Ori mad. Mahno let out a grunt of shock and delight as the head of his cock made it past the elf's uvula, sliding down into his eager, greedy throat.

Ori moved his hands, one sliding up and down mahno's chest while the other fondled his boyfriend's furry, fat balls. As if encouraged by the affection, they began to swell rounder and sink lower, bulking outward and filling the sack more easily. Mahno's toes tapped against the floor, arching his foot almost as much as his back. He shivered and shuddered, but each time he did, his feet seemed to grow. Every flex stretched his feet longer, his heels wider and his arch taller. His toes strained and extended, the claws growing sharper and more curved as flesh grew calloused, swollen and tougher. Paw pads emerged as more black fur spread down from his ankles across his feet, transforming them into paws.

Mahno spread his legs wide, letting his furry balls dangle, his huge cock stuffed down the throat of his boyfriend, feeling the primal energy of being wolf from the waist down. His ears twitched a little and he moaned, his mutton chops getting bushier and bushier as his furry ass cheeks pushed apart, making room for the werewolf's tail to grow out. A satisfied moan leaked through sharp fangs, golden eyes clenched shut. It felt so good to Mahno, but it felt even more right for Oriron.

Hard wood floors had never been that comfortable for anyone going down on their partner, but it seemed that the Nectar of Satyricon was already doing the trick. Soft, silky white hair had started to grow out from the elf's legs, giving his knees a bit of a cushion. Ori sucked and slurped on Mahno's doggy dick, a combination of drool and excessive precum leaking down from his mouth, collecting on the small tuft of golden blond hair that was growing out from his pointed chin.

Ori's clawed hands worshipped Mahno's body, combing through his leg fur, feeling up his fat balls, caressing his stomach. It was all so satisfying, so rich, so perfect... It was so good that Ori realized he'd been clenching his eyes shut since he started, but when he tried to open them he'd become aware of the pain building in his head. His eyes watered almost as much as his mouth, the perfect pale flesh growing pink and irritated. Bumps formed, the skins trained and stretched and eventually it broke.

The elf pulled off of Mahno's cock, panting hard, letting out a groan as two tiny white horns curved backwards. Mahno watched with a mixture of concern and interest, although his eyes widened as he saw Ori's horns split and then split again, taking on tiny branches almost like miniature antlers. Mahno reached up to feel his forehead, finding no such horns or even bumps. Ori murmured, the pain ebbing as the horns ceased growing in. He looked up at Mahno and Mahno looked back. A grin crossed Ori's lips before he sprung up onto wolf paws, centered himself over Mahno, tore at what was left of his clothes and sat himself down on that rich, plump cock.

"Oh yes!" Mahno moaned, throwing his head back as he started to mercilessly and ruthlessly thrust up into his boyfriend. Ori's silky white tail wagged behind his pert furry bubble butt as it grew out longer and longer. The two, it seemed, had been made for one another.

****

Even though night had fallen, Breim still sparkled. The lighthouses guarded the bay with their steady sweeping arcs, the factory district was wrapped in a haze of orange and green light, and the night elves rode by on bicycles covered with battery operated led lights artfully spread across their vehicles. Terramagica was no exception. With its defenses restored, the shop had returned to nearly twenty-four-seven operation and Draeth was nearing the end of his own shift. That being said, even with night swellers, there usually wasn't as much activity at night. It seemed today had been the exception.

Draeth stood behind the counter, still getting used to his recent changes. He'd always thought of himself as a plucky, chubby human bard, but that wasn't quite the case anymore. His new demon father had left his mark and Draeth was certainly something else... He had short cow horns extending from his temples, though he had learned they could grow quite large when properly stimulated. He had udder balls and a rather large horse cock all tucked into a brand new set of pants that Sagen had custom ordered for him, and his fingernails and toenails had turned black without the aid of polish or enamel. On top of all that, Draeth had elected to pierce his ears, sporting some new golden rings. For the regulars of the shop, it was quite the change to witness. Luckily Draeth's current customer seemed to be a newbie.

"Do you have anything that helps with beard growth?" the raspy, gravely voice asked. Draeth looked across the counter at the eighteen year old dwarf. His rusty reddish brown hair was tied into a thick ponytail, his eyebrows bushy and one of them pierced. He had a beard that any human would have admired; it was full, thick and came down to his nipples, even curving out from the cheeks into a nice round shape. It was, however, rather short for a dwarf of his age. Draeth nodded and smiled, turning to start rifling through the card-catalogue-like wall of drawers behind the cash register. He ran his fingers over drawer after drawer, reading the index labels until he nodded with satisfaction.

"Ah, yes. Oil of cryptid maximus..." Draeth said. He slid the drawer open and withdrew one of the bottles from inside. The brown glass was aged, rectangular and held within by a cork covered over with a thick green wax. "Apply this to a wood or stone comb, brush root to tip twice a day for three days. It should double the growth. Just be careful not to get it anywhere you don't want hair, especially repeatedly. This stuff knows no boundaries." Draeth said. The dwarf teen nodded eagerly.

"Have you ever tried the stuff?" he asked. Draeth considered.

"No, but maybe I should..." he considered. The teen grinned.

"Yeah, I mean, you look great already, but... I think you'd look great with a beard too." he said, swallowing a bit anxiously, "How much for the oil?"

"Twenty five gold." Draeth said. The teen reached into his money pouch and withdrew the appropriate coinage before he smiled, taking the bottle and leaving the store. He disappeared into the night, ready to start his own makeover. Draeth stood there for a moment, considering the Cryptid oil before he shook his head and cloud the drawer. It would be a fun experiment, but he had enough on his plate.

"A satyr graduation..." Draeth murmured, reaching under the counter to pull out the golden embossed glass flask with the syrupy thick burgundy liquid inside. He took one last glance at the street, checking to see if anyone was outside.

Sagen had suggested to do it near the end of his shift so it wouldn't be too disruptive and he'd be ready in time to go to the ceremony. Draeth exhaled a bit. It had been optional and he wanted to help Sagen, but he'd been through so many changes recently, he wasn't sure what to expect. Still, it seemed fun and it would be a story to tell. Draeth popped the stopper from the flask and brought it up to his lips before he tipped it back.

The liquid hit his tongue slowly but with such flavor that it nearly knocked him off his feet. It wasn't just the taste of wine; it tasted like summer, like forgotten youth, like freedom and living in the moment. It was a synesthesia of thought and urge and emotion. It was so thick it clung to his teeth and tongue but he gulped it down, coating his throat with the warmth. In fact, it was warm enough that Draeth was starting to feel a bit stuffy in his shirt, even overheated.

Black fingernails clawed at the fabric before he slipped it off, mindful of his horns. Draeth exhaled with relief as the cools tore air kissed his exposed flesh. He'd been a bit ashamed of being a bigger guy growing up, but there was a settling sense of self acceptance. He was who he was, and he had learned some people liked when there was more to love. His belly was full and rounded, covered with a dusting of hair. His pecs were pert and plump and rounded. He'd been considering getting his nipples pierced. His arms were meaty and thick, decorated with a myriad of tattoos, including one that had shifted to match his step-father's magical arts.

Draeth smiled a little, feeling good that he felt good about himself... but his large stomach rumbled, demanding more of the bounty. Draeth wondered just who he was to deny it? He tipped the flask back and took another gulp, then another, then a third. He pulled it back from his lips, panting as he gasped. All at once the thick, syrupy liquid began to evaporate, turning to froth and then vapor inside his mouth and throat and belly. As it shifted, the sensation was enough to make Draeth's body tingle and pulse with vitality. His nipples went erect, his ass began to clench and unclench, and his cock began to stir from his slumber. Draeth moaned and his plants creaked as blood pooled into his sleeping erection. Even flaccid, it put other humans to shame, but now? Now it was waking up. He felt the meat slinking around the pouch, snaking across his ample, full udder balls. It stretched longer and fuller, thicker and fatter, plump and juicier and bigger... There had barely been room to start. Draeth moaned, his hands fumbling for his pants.

The clasp unfurled, then the bindings down the front of the pouch. The fabric parted and the long pillar of black equine flesh swung out, slapping onto the counter. Draeth moaned, his udder balls jiggling with the impact. Draeth set the empty flask down and lifted up his huge cock with the other hand. He started to slide it up and down the length, feeling the median ring in the middle, but it wasn't enough. Draeth grabbed onto it with his other hand, playing with the flare of the blunt, flat tip before he started thrusting forward and back, forward and back. His udder teats dribbled milk with anticipation, but Draeth wasn't going to milk himself tonight, at least not in that way.

"Ungh... Fuck..." Draeth moaned, double fistig his meat. He slid it back and forth over the counter, eyes clenched shut, feeling such libido and heat, but it was only growing. Each thrust reminded him that he was a beast of burden ready to breed. Each thrust reminded him that he was large and in charge. Each thrust reminded him that he was a man, a male, an animal. He threw his head back and panted hard, his face contorting into all manner of expressions as the change only accelerated. A dull aching throb in his head intensified and then, with each beat of his heart, his bull horns started to grow. The bone extruded from his skull, pushing the curved bovine tips outward as wider, broader keratin emerged. He'd grown his horns out a few times with Chryon, but this was different. This wasn't quite as short term. This was what a cow satyr would look like - or at least the start. Draeth's newly pierced ears were next, the golden rings dangling from lobes that were rising up into faint points.

The bard's face blushed at first from the exertion, though new freckles began to blossom across his nose and cheeks. It was like specks of dirt or fallen forest leaves, a kiss of nature. Draeth's nipples darkened a little as well, the flesh getting a little more resilient. From the waist up, he hadn't changed all that much yet. He had already had horns, his ears were a subtle shift, but most of a satyr's features weren't above the belt. His masturbation had caused his pants to wriggle downward, slinking off his ass and dropping down toward his knees, revealing all of the changes happening down lower.

The dusting of hair on Draeth's ample belly began to thicken and darken. The hair slunk down almost as if it had been following the nectar along his digestive track. When the thickening hair hit Draeth's waist, it blossomed outward suddenly and in every direction. Draeth hissed with surprise and delight as his bush, all the hair around his groin, practically tung. The hair was in overdrive. It began pushing out inch by inch, talking on a bit of a curl, thickening with steadfast determination. It wreathed his cock as much as it could before fanning out around his plump udder balls. The faintly peach colored sack began to darken, gaining splotches of brown and then black. The splotches spread even faster than the hair had, blending together and spreading outward. The dark melanin spread up his teats until they were as black as his equine cock.

Draeth huffed and panted, sweat beading his brow as he kept working his cock, but he needed more. He didn't just need to jerk off, he needed to use it!! Draeth hoisted his huge cock up, leveraging it against his belly before the fat, flat horse head slapped his lips. He wrapped his mouth round it greedily, hands still rising and falling with the grace of a practiced musician. As Draeth began to suckle and slurp on his own cock, the changes only accelerated. New brownish black hair sprouted along his waist, wrapping around before a thick dusting sprouted from his fat ass cheeks. It would have been a thing of beauty to some. There was so much canvas to work with, such mighty globes of flesh, all sprouting as if a time lapse of a great dark forest were happening all at once. The hair thickened and lengthened, curling up just a bit, growing out to the point that it left only the mere suggestion of ass cheeks. Only the faintest of clefts could be seen between the two hemispheres, at least until something new began to pry them apart.

A snort blasted through Draeht's nose - his mouth too busy to emit the sound. He felt something strange wriggling and rooting around behind him. His human pelvis was changing. The little protrusion of bone nestled inside of him was working its way out. His tailbone was loosing itself from his pelvis until a nib of fuzz covered flesh pushed out above his ass cheeks.

The idea had been that Draeth would wait for the end of his shift so as not to disrupt business too much. It was a good plan given the fact that Draeth was completely self engrossed at the moment. His hands furiously rode his pole. His heart raced. The nub between his ass cheeks grew longer and longer as the skin stretched over new bone segments, ligaments and muscles. The newly minted tail flicked and flapped as black hair erupted from the tip, making an almost paintbrush like tassel on the end.... But it was far from over. The hair raced down Draeth's tree trunk like legs, spiraling over his knees and ankles. His boots began to creak and groan. His toes ached, more than usual from supporting all that weight. Draeth's brow furrowed but his eyes dared not open.

His huge cock began to gush with pre that he greedily gulped at even as his feet felt oddly sticky and sweaty and hot. It was almost as if his feet were swimming in sweat and grime, but too late did the bard realize it wasn't sweat, it wasn't anything other than himself. His toes clung to one another, the spongy skin webbing together until the digits merged. The Bones resegmented and shifted, hi black toenails growing soft as well. They spread across the changing feet like butter over hot toast. New material formed, coating his feet, spreading outward beneath the confines of the leather boots. The keratin hardened again - just enough to be protective, just enough to give him a start on his hooves. It all happened an instant before the changes went into overdrive.

Draeth nearly gagged as his cock surged longer in his mouth, sliding back another three or four inches. His feet surged as well, spreading out in every direction. His boots strained and whined before Draeth stumbled, his footing a little uncertain. Stitches popped, glue split, soles snapped and his boots came apart in pieces as a huge hoof merged from one leg, then another from the other side. Draeth stumbled away from the register, cock still in both hands, his new hooves clattering across the wooden floor of Terramagica. He was like a bull in a china shop, his huge body lurching forward. The sound of tearing came as his newly crafted pants split out, leaving Draeth naked but far from bare.

A hand reached out, bracing against the wall. Draeth squirmed as he came, his cheeks ballooning outward as they filled with bull spunk before he began gulping it down swallow after swallow. The rumbling, hungry feeling in his belly ebbed a bit at last, and after several minutes of suckling himself, Draeth finally let his immense cock go, letting it slip down to jut out perpendicular to his spine. The bard collected himself before he rounded the corner, moving over to look at the mirror set up by the clothing section of the shop.

The view before him was exotic, amazing, and like something out of a very high brow porno movie. Draeth could barely believe it. From the waist up, he was like a refined version of himself. His pointed ears were hot, his horns had filled out well, and it looked like he'd picked up a nice tan somewhere. From the waist down... he was some sort of minotaur hunk. His cock and udder balls were on full display, a cow tail flicking around behind him. His legs were coated in a thick, rich, fluffy coating of brownish-black fur and his hooves were larger than Draeth's dinner plates.

"Now I think I'm ready to party." Draeth murmured, grinning to himself in the mirror.

****

Far from the shimmering Valean sea, much farther inland than the silver towers of the Elvish district was a vast wilderness known to most as the Golden Glade. It was an enigma of nature, ignoring the seasons. Cherry trees were always blossoming, deciduous trees always clung to the rich and robust colors of fall. It was out of the way, home to a summer camp, an artist's colony, and a large percentage of Breim's satyr population. It was the only fitting destination for a satyr ready to take on his graduation ceremony.

Draeth's truck rumbled slowly down the road, passing under arched boughs of trees carefully maintained to create an orchard like passage. The leaves rustled, smelling sweet in the glow of sunrise. Sagen sat in the cabin, feeling a bit anxious. He looked out as they passed the last few buildings of Camp Chimera, then the long winding road leading off to the artist commune. The newly youthful satyr's heart raced in his chest as he thought about coming back home after all this time... but as timeless as the forest was, it seemed the Satyr community was as well. The same raised wooden boardwalks zig-zagged through the trees, intersecting octagonal decks before heading off in another direction.

Mahno sat in the bed of Draeth's truck, holding Ori in his lap, a claw idly teasing his boyfriend's pert nipple. It had been an amazing night, but what came next was bound to be a new experience - at least for most of them. As far as Sagen knew, he was the only satyr to ever have to go through the process a second time. Ori and Mahno perked up as they started to pass others on the side of the road in a similar pilgrimage, all heading deeper into the glade. Sagen's newly youthful cheeks blushed as he looked at the other young satyrs. Some wore baggy harem pants over their furry legs, others wore stylized vests in styles ranging from cultural weaves to punk outfits with spikes.

"I never figured out what young satyrs wear these days." Sagen murmured. Draeth shifted a little in his seat, feeling a little awkward that his employer was now younger than him. He reached over and patted Sagen's wooly leg.

"There, there buddy. This isn't about the clothes, right? It's a coming of age thing, and you've done that part already. You know the ropes, you're ready. You've got experience and you've got us." Draeth said. Sagen turned and looked at Draeth, feeling touched by the sentiment, not to mention the large hand resting on his legs. The satyr's hormones began to rush as he looked up at the minotaur satyr with his big horns, that thick scruff covering his ample chin, inhaled the scent of his huge horse cock barely obscured by artfully placed loin cloths. Sagen smiled and took Draeth's hand, sliding it onto his puffy sheath. The truck lurched a little to one size as Draeth realized he was now groping his boss.

"You're right, I do feel better. I've got you all here." Sagen said softly. Draeth smiled a bit, trying to remain supportive, though his loincloth was starting to lift up as his huge cock began to swell once more.

Eventually Draeth brought his truck to a stop and parked, seeing throngs of teenage satyrs moving up onto the boardwalks and gathering on the largest octagonal deck overlooking a creek bed. The multicolor leaves swayed, the creek rushed along the smooth stones. Cherry blossoms fluttered down in the golden light, creating an almost ethereal glow. Mahno hopped down from the bed of the truck before helping Ori down, the two coming around the cab as Sagen dropped down onto his hooves.

Despite having spent the last few days helping him adjust, it was clear just how... young... the wizard had become. Even as the only satyr in their group with digitigrade legs, he only stood at five foot ten, making him the same height as Ori and half a foot shorter than Draeth. Every scar, every age spot, every hint of Sagen Teklic's experience had been wiped away by the touchstone. He had long silky hair down to his shoulders, a long, thick goatee, flawless black curved horns. The collar of the harvest gold tank top hung wide on his fair shoulders, framing his collar bones and showing off his smooth, sun dappled chest. The shirt stopped short of his navel, showing off two jewels glued above and below. With so little clothing, there wasn't anything to hide behind.

"It'll be alright." Orion said softly, resting his arm on Sagen's shoulder. Sagen nodded a bit at that, looking at Draeth and Ori and Mahno. His brows lowered as he made up his mind that it would be alright. He just had butterflies in his stomach, raging hormones making it hard to think... but they were right, all of them. He HAD been through this. They were there specifically because they'd help him. Sagen nodded and started forward, leading the others up the ramp and onto the deck.

Many had gathered and most had settled onto the benches set up in three rows around the edges of the octagon. Most were furry knee to furry knee. Sagen sat down, flanked by Ori and Mahno on one side and Draeth trying to wedge himself in on the other. A satyr with wooly black fur and umber skin grinned, looking Draeth over with silver goat slit eyes. Draeth gave him a soft smile, although attention turned as a rhythmic clopping came from one of the connecting boardwalks.

Another satyr approached, garbed in a clothing that seemed inspired by a high mountain culture. The colors were warm like the sunset that would touch the summit each day, reminiscent of the Golden Glade's eternal fall. His skin was reminiscent of golden oak, his smooth, layered hair had just enough bluish-gray to turn what would have been black to a rich onyx, trailing down his cheeks in jagged sideburns. Carnelian red eyes surveyed those that had gathered and a smile formed on his lips.

"I welcome you all to the Golden Glade on this most important of occasions. I am your guide, Zhyq Crau." the satyr introduced himself, looking at those around, "To those that have come in support of today's graduates, I humbly thank you. For those here to take part in this tradition, I welcome you to the Sodality of Satyrs." Applause broke out, more for the event than the words said. Most of those clapping were the friends, family members and colleagues that had come just like Ori and Draeth, leaving more than just Sagen to be sheepish in their acceptance of the accolades.

"Good speech. Let's drink!" Another satyr bellowed, drawing the laughter and attention of those that had gathered. He appeared to be a dwarf that had consumed the Nectar of Satyrica, his beard now nearly long enough to reach his knees and sporting gnarled ram's horns that looked sharp enough to break stone. His declaration seemed to be all it took to kick things off as music erupted from various points through the glade. The percussion of drums seemed to invite many to dance while lilting notes of panpipes began to weave their way through the trees to enthrall and ensnare the guests. Ori stood up and turned, offering his hand to Sagen.

"Care to dance?" he asked. Sagen looked up at Ori, taking in his antler-like horns, his white fur and the short goatee he'd grown. His blond hair fluttered ever so gently in the breeze, backlit by the glow of the glade. Sagen smiled warmly, taken a bit aback. The eyes of the young were amazing and it was going to be a blessing to experience the world with them one more time.

****

The long day had grown into an even longer night. The glade was still full of the sounds of music and moaning, howls of need and satisfaction turning into a carnal harmony. Torches flickered along the raised boardwalks, an attempt to keep the satyrs from drunkenly stumbling as they made their way from one oasis to another. It hadn't been entirely successful as several fauns and satyrs rutted where they had fallen into the brush. Even from a distance, the sound of lewd, wet, sloppy sex was audible and the air smelled of musk and spice and salt.

While most of the festivities were taking place outdoors, several yurts had been built around the platforms to act as rest areas to cool off and recompose - though many had been converted as yet more locations to engage in the most intimate of rituals. Sagen's knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of the birdbath-like fountain of wine bubbling a rich burgundy liquid. Drool dribbled down his goatee, his goat-like eyes half-closed, a look of pure bliss across his lips as he felt the huge, fat, knotted werewolf cock popping in and out of his well stretched, naturally lubricated ass.

Mahno's mohawk had been soaked with so much sweat that it laid limp across his head, sticking to his forehead while his rust colored sideburns glistened with the man made dew. The wood floor had been scratched up by the werewolf satyr's paws, Sagen's ribs red and tender from the grip of his many lovers. Each time Mahno thrust in, a squish and a spray of satyr lube splashed out across his balls, creating strings and webs of sticky goo between them.

"Fuck me alpha, fuck me harder!" Sagen moaned. Mahno growled deeply, feeling his swollen tennis ball sized knot popping in and out and in and out. He'd knotted with a few people before, but it had just been that, a knot. It had tied them together, it had locked them in that embrace. This was the first time that his partner's ass was so greedy that it could be fucked by the knot as well. The experience had not only been hot, it had given Mahno the biggest and hardest erection of his life.

A growl, then a roar came from Mahno as he tipped his head back and let out a wolf howl, cumming into Sagen for what had to be the fifth time of the night. His thrusts got even sloppier as sticky yellowed werewolf spunk gushed out of Sagen's well used ass, dribbling down the satyr's furry legs, dribbling from the balls Oriron had been massaging as he suckled yet another load from the satyr's ample cock.

It had been hard for Ori to get into position, especially given his new horns, but he'd found a particular fondness for Sagen's cum. It was so different to Mahno's, different to his first boyfriend's. It had an earthy quality to it, reminding Ori of a freshly mowed lawn. He gulped it down, though his throat was starting to feel tired from all the effort and the visitation of such a large and productive guest. Ori slipped off of Sagen's cock, licking up the last tendrils of pearly white cum before he sat back on his butt, panting hard.

"I think you two need a break..." Sagen murmured. Mahno growled softly.

"I wish we didn't, but I think you're right..." Mahno replied, reluctantly pulling from the satyr's ass. Sagen turned and looked at Mahno's rod with appreciation, fighting the urge to suck him off again. He did look bigger, and if Sagen was right, it meant Mahno was pushing towards more than just a full moon.

"How do you feel, is it working?" Ori asked, looking up at his boss. Sagen considered for a long moment before he nodded.

"I think so. It's a fine line. If we indulge too much outside of a safe space, we can lose ourselves to the rut forever. The hope is by doing it here, we can sort of get it out of our system, then return to ourselves afterwards." Sagen explained.

"So if you went over the top, it wouldn't hurt?" Ori asked. Sagen shook his head.

"I don't think so." he considered.

"You could use your magic, push things to the next level." Mahno suggested. Sagen tilted his head a bit at that, surprised by the prospect. When he had first graduated, he'd barely started practicing with magic. This time he had over two hundred years of experience. A wicked grin crossed his lips just as Draeth ducked down through the door to the yurt, holding a stein of mead in one hand.

"I've never been this drunk and still able to function. This shit is wild!" Draeth grinned. Sagen spun on his hooves and moved over, reaching up, his fingers caressing the minotaur satyr's scruffy chin.

"You want to see something really wild? How about I make you the centerpiece, the crown jewel of this whole ceremony?" Sagen whispered. Draeth looked confused but intrigued.

"What do you mean?" he asked. Sagen licked his lips.

"I want to use my magic to help you feel things no ordinary man could ever dream possible. I want to make you the vessel of absolute lust to help us bring this ceremony to a head. I need you Draeth, the satyrs need you, but I only want to do it with your consent." Sagen moaned, his hands already starting to grope and massage Draeth's ample pecs. Draeth huffed slightly, blushing and murmuring as his nipples got as hard as diamonds again.

"O-o-of course, anything to help." Draeth murmured. Sagen smiled at that and stood on his tip-hooves to kiss Draeth's chin before he took half a step back and started to move his hands. As his fingers danced through the air, a shimmering pearl white light began to stretch from spot to spot. It was almost as if he was knitting magic together into a sort of lace. Sagen pressed his hands forward, the magic moving with them until it touched Draeth's chest.

Sparks erupted, the magic spiraling out across Draeth's body as he was picked up off his hooves, knocked back through the doorway of the yurt, landing roughly in the middle of one of the platforms. The minotaur satyr went to groan from both the shock and the impact, but he gasped instead as his back arched and his cock began to throb and buzz with the energy of a thousand bees flying around in close formation. The glistening ebony rod lifted upright, rising toward the canopy of trees.

Draeth lifted his head, his chin pressing against his man boobs, watching as his cock visibly pulsed with his heartbeat... and then started to grow. The black, leathery rod began to creak and stretch. The median ring swelled fatter, the head wider, the urethra more pronounced. He groaned as his udder balls audibly gurgled and sloshed as they began to swell too. Other satyrs had stopped what they were doing, turning to watch, eyes widening and mouths watering as they saw the spectacle.

Clop... clop... clop... Sagen stepped out of the yurt, approaching his prize, but it wasn't enough. The heat, the lust, the yearning was bottomless. He began to mutter ancient spells under his breath. Draeth gasped sharply again, eyes glazing over with lust. He reached out to grab onto his huge horse cock, though as it grew, he knew huge was an understatement. He began to caress it, watching it grow. It pushed up taller and wider steadily, but it also surged. An inch at a time, then two, then four. It pushed past two feet in length, then three. Draeth grabbed on with a second hand, working it faster and harder. He knew even if he had been sitting upright, it would have risen up higher than his mouth.

"Thaben, thid id amabing..." Draeth mumbled before his brow creased in confusion, realizing his tongue was swollen. He moved it around inside his mouth before shuddering. His tongue had gotten so very thick and so very sensitive. His lips parted and his tongue slipped out, glistening in the torchlight as the tip swelled wider, pushing well past his lips, throbbing and pulsing before it took on a very familiar shape with a very familiar slit in the tip.

"Embrace it Draeth. You're going to be the most manly male here..." Sagen whispered, although he could see the other satyrs' eyes glinting in the night like rabid beasts circling their prey. Draeth moaned louder, his humongous horse cock letting out a gush of thick pre. His hands worked the pillar of flesh greedily, although he was starting to wish he could reach his udder balls. His teats started to ache and tingle and buzz, growing erect and full, but they were filling with more than just milk. The flesh grew tougher and harder as blood rushed in, forcing the tiny tubes to grow wider and longer and fatter, firming and tightening. The tips of each of the four teats rounded, taking on a more familiar mushroom shape, each one growing into a cock. They were six inches long at first, then seven, then eight, then nine.

Testosterone surged through Draeth's immense body. He writhed and panted, his face looking drunk with pleasure and lust. The scruff on his face darkened and thickened, turning from stubble into a short furry beard. More hair sprouted beneath his thick arms, the hair on his chest growing thicker and thicker until it was a diamond shaped patch of fur between his thick pectorals. Sagen looked at his masterpiece, at the remarkable handsome beast Draeth had become, but it needed one last element. Once more he began to murmur a forgotten language as his hands moved, tracing more light into the air. Despite the spectacle of Draeth being launched from the yurt, it had taken a few moments for Ori and Mahno to collect themselves and stumble to the doorway of the yurt.

"Oh my gods..." Ori whispered. Mahno grinned a bit, eyebrows arching as his wolf ears perked up.

"Your dude cleans up nice." he murmured, although he sobered a bit, "But he's too big, no one could survive being impaled by that thing..." he whispered.

"You underestimate a wizard." Sagen said, showing off just how good his hearing was. Sagen moved forward, his hoofsteps echoing on the boardwalk as he came up to Draeth, reaching out to rub a hand fondly over the huge, flat head of the bard's enormous horse cock. Draeth looked up with dreamy eyes, pre leaking from his cock tongue as his udder dicks dribbled either cum or milk onto the platform. Sagen met eyes with Draeth and Draeth returned the gaze, giving the slightest of nods. It was consent, it was practically a desperate plea for more. Sagen wouldn't say no.

With a flash of light, Draeth's back arched again. His nipples had been hard since he arrived at the Golden Glade, but now they were not only growing harder but longer as well. The flesh spilled from his chest, his areola's widening as his nipples fattened to take up the space. They looked as if they'd been sucked or even vacuum pumped, becoming thick tubes. The tiny invisible hole widened into a visible slit as the tips of the nipples got wider and fatter faster than the length. They stood up proudly, defying gravity as they climbed higher and higher, expanding at an incredible rate until they were clearly another pair of cocks - ready, willing and able.

"Impressive, Sagen, truly impressive." Zhyq's cool, collected voice sounded as he approached. His robes were disheveled and strings of cum were stuck in his wooly legs and his now bed-head hair. "You've come quite a long way." he said with admiration.

"When you had your graduation, all I could muster was hair growth." Sagen grinned. Zhyq purred a bit at that.

"I didn't complain. I felt like a king..." he said, moving over to grab Sagen and pull him into a quick, sloppy kiss. Their tongues tangled, their lips making wet, soft, smacking sounds before they eventually parted. Sagen blushed, huffing a little.

"We've probably kept Draeth waiting long enough." Sagen murmured. Zhyq nodded at that with a grin. Sagen turned, nodding his head to Ori and Mahno. The two padded out on wolf paws, looking at their friend, feeling the heat of the Satyrica nectar still potent in their veins.

While the others approached, Sagen knew he couldn't deny himself any longer. He carefully stepped over Draeth's full, rounded belly, backing up until his furry ass cheeks hugged the monolithic pillar of horse meat rising from Draeth's groin. His tail twitched eagerly until he began to ease back. The mage's twitching, pulsing, hungry pucker began to spread wider and wider, opening up, trying to engulf Draeth's meat.

"Thuck... Thuck... THUCK!" Draeth moaned around his cock tongue, eyes clenching shut. The hot, squirming embrace felt so good, it was like the light at the end of a tunnel calling to him. Sagen moaned as well, his face tightening in rapture. He'd been fucked by werewolves and elves and dwarvish satyrs, stretched wider and wider by every cock the glade had to offer, but this would be his crowning achievement. He grunted, his legs splaying outward wider and wider until he lifted his hooves, falling back onto Draeth's huge cock.

Both men let out a loud, oscillating howl of pleasure as Sagen impaled himself on the slab of meat. He began to writhe and gyrate, held up only by the cock speared into his ass. He began to sink down lower and lower, feeling it rise up through his body, sinking deeper and deeper. Satyr anatomy was quite a bit different than that of humans or elves, but Sagen's hands moved back and forth across his stomach, enchanting his own flesh to make it possible to achieve what he was trying to do.

Huge, meaty, hairy hands came up, fat fingers digging into Sagen's furry hips. Draeth tugged the satyr down tighter on his cock, wedging himself as deeply as he could get. The two languished in that moment until Draeth pushed Sagen back up almost as if he was lifting weights, letting him stay up higher before tugging him down again. The movements were rough at first, Sagen's body jerking around with the sudden stopping and starting, but the two started to find a rhythm and pattern.

Everyone watched in wonder as Sagen took the biggest cock any of them had ever seen. His skinny, lithe stomach bloated outward with the size of Draeth. There was no doubt it was entirely thanks to magic that he was surviving the encounter, or that Draeth was even able to stay conscious with so many changes to his body, but the two were living a very rich, very potent fantasy... and they weren't the only ones invited.

As Draeth bucked and thrust and moaned, he felt the hot breath of someone else. Opening his eyes, he looked into the carnelian red irises of Zhyq before the satyr guide pressed his lips around Draeth's cock tongue. Draeth shivered, goosebumps rising over his hairy, burly arms as another of his many cocks found a hot, wet embrace. The two met lips, melding a kiss with a blow job in an intricate dance. Zhyq's skilled, experienced tongue danced around Draeth's even as the back of his throat relaxed and he took Draeth's cock tongue deeper.

Ori and Mahno approached, circling Draeth. Ori was stunned, almost overwhelmed, and oddly a bit... jealous? Envious? No, that wasn't quite right... It was more that some part of him wondered if Draeth would ever be able to go back to normal after being the living embodiment of a satyr orgy. Still, there was no denying what was happening and there was no going back. The only question was how to help Sagen and Draeth.

"After the kind of work out we've had, I'm really thirsty, aren't you?" Ori asked. Mahno looked at Ori for a split second before he caught on and grinned.

"I'm famished, I could really go for a good drink." He said. Ori kissed Mahno's hairy cheek before the two knelt down between Draeth's huge legs. Draeth shuddered as he felt hungry lips wrap around his lower two udder cocks. They were oddly good at it right off the bat, making his thrusting a bit wilder into Sagen's stretched ass. Ori and Mahno began to suck and slurp on the ample cocks, the flesh rewarding them with rather thick, creamy milk in heavy spurts. They tugged on the udder cocks, bobbing their heads up and down. They looked so at peace and so content that some of the many satyrs that had been watching from a distance could no longer hold themselves back.

A clatter of hooves echoed through the boardwalk as horny satyrs descended on Draeth. The dwarvish satyr took a firm hold of one of his nipple cocks, giving it a firm handed jacking off before plunging his beard rimmed mouth around it. He pressed down until that bushy face mane meshed with Draeth's newly grown chest fur. A pair of twin fauns snuggled up against Ori and Draeth, making a sort of satyr stack as they tried to get at the top udder cocks. Unlike the werewolf satyrs, their mouths were more tender and intimate, using tricks of the tongue that must have taken some time to master.

Draeth's kissing became sloppier and messier, finding it harder to coordinate with Zhyq. The guide didn't seem to mind, doing his best to pleasure Draeth while still massaging his body with gentle hands. The music had nearly been lost, overshadowed by the new tune. Its refrain was the lewd, wet, sloppy sounds of flesh in flesh. The chorus were the muffled, mouth stuffed moans of satyr getting as much nourishment from carnal acts as they ever did food.

Sagen rode Draeth's massive member like the king of the castle, feeling the writhing, seething energy around him. He had created a nexus, a focal point. Draeth was the conduit through which vast tides of love, lust, respect, need, hunger and satisfaction flowed. He drove himself down as far as he could, hitting the median ring of the horse cock lodged in his intestines. He felt fulfilled in every possible way as he wrapped his hands around his own cock, jerking it up and down, up and down, up and down until he came - and he came hard.

A flash of cream colored energy shot outward, jumping from satyr to satyr. Ori and Mahno howled as they came, as did the twins. The dwarf and the satyr across from him both came hard, but still continued to suck on Draeth's nipple cocks. Even Zhyq came harder than he had during the rest of the orgy, shooting load after load across Draeth's arm. As the energy rippled outward in waves across the other gathered participants, the action had an equal and opposite reaction. There was magical, orgasmic feedback pouring into Draeth, building and building and building. It was too much, but then again all of him was too much. All of that energy had to go somewhere.

In a smaller body, it would have been over in a flash. Draeth, however, could feel it all building like a raging river coursing from his brain and his soul, crashing through his body, heading off in countless different channels. His udders erupted with milky cum, as did his nipple cocks. Six satyrs struggled to feet from him as he came, gulping the rich cream down even as it leaked from their mouths. Draeth's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his cock tongue came as well, making the kiss with Zhyq even more intensely sexual as they swapped more sperm than saliva.

All of it, though, was merely a prelude as the shimmering light of orgasm climbed up his massive meat, rising taller and higher, rushing until it erupted inside of Sagen. The satyr tipped his head back, howling into the night, his wooly legs kicking a bit involuntarily. He felt the hot rush fill his belly, but as spurt after spurt sprayed in, his stomach started to bloat and round, growing fuller by the second.

Sagen's eyes slipped shut as he felt his innermost depths filled with more cock and cum than he could have ever imagined, riding it all like the king of the mountain. He had brought everything to this end. He had the power to manifest his desires and dreams, to satiate his hungers, and he could do it with the strength of his friends and his wealth of experience. Somewhere deep inside, Sagen felt as if the last puzzle piece clicked into place. Once again he was whole. He was complete. Whatever urges might bubble up, he knew he could conquer them. He had graduated from the rigors of satyr puberty as a man all over again, ready for another shot at life.

****

Purple and pink colored clouds stretched across the heavens, brighter than the obscured sun that illuminated them. The party had gone on for so long that by the time Draeth's truck pulled up outside Mahno's apartment, the werewolf wasn't sure if the sun was rising or setting. All he knew was that he was desperately ready for some sleep. Even with the Nectar of Satyrica wearing off, Draeth had barely managed to squeeze into the cab. Sagen hopped out and moved around to the back, lowering the tailgate as Oriron helped Mahno down. Mahno winced a bit, his human feet a bit sore. Then again, all of him was sore; his neck, his shoulders, his back. Even his cock felt a bit raw inside his sheathe, but thankfully it would have a chance to recuperate.

"Sleep well my love. I'll check in on you tonight to make sure you've eaten." Ori said, leaning in to kiss Mahno's forehead. The werewolf gave a sleepy, close eyed smile.

"I look forward to it. I'll be with you in my dreams." Mahno said happily.

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay over?" Ori asked with concern. Mahno shook his head.

"It's okay. I know you've got work and I'd just be sleeping anyway. I think you're the only one with the stamina to stay awake." Mahno smirked. The two exchanged one more kiss before Mahno made the short walk to the sidewalk and up the steps. He'd made his way home drunk before, but never so sexually spent. He fumbled with the lock and got it open before turning to give a nod to the others in the truck making sure he got in alright. As Draeth drove away, Mahno stepped in, locked the door behind him and let out a huge, fang filled yawn.

Despite his tough exterior and customary bravado, Mahno's tail wagged behind him with the idea of just piling up in a tangle of blankets and taking a good long nap. He'd almost made it down the narrow hall to his bedroom when he slowed to a stop. Something didn't belong. Something was out of place... It was a smell. Mahno's golden eyes slipped open again as he turned, looking into his kitchen. There was a box sitting on the kitchen island - a box he had not put there.

Mahno's exhaustion ebbed as curiosity got the better of him. He approached the kitchen island suspiciously, examining the unexpected item. It seemed to be a wide, flat gift box. The material was thick and black, emulating the look of leather. Resting on top was a golden envelope with Mahno's name calligraphed on it. The werewolf lifted the envelope, realizing the gift box was embossed with a golden footprint. Likewise, the wax on the back of the envelope had an identical stylized foot pressed into it. As always, Mahno's claw made for the best letter opener. He sliced through the seal and withdrew the cardstock inside.

"By decree of his royal highness Tanirun Osec, and by the werewolf covenant of Blackmark, you have been summoned to serve as bodyguard and attendant to the king..." Mahno read aloud. As he completed reading, a purple glowing sigil appeared at the bottom of the card. The black of Mahno's eyes spilled outward, covering the gold and the white until they were like deep, bottomless chasms. The card fell from Mahno's hands as they reached for the box. The lid was reverently removed and set aside, revealing the contents of the strange box. A thick, robust black leather collar sat inside a perfectly measured recess of black velvet. Mahno scooped it up and held it, the leather shimmering with the same purple magic for just a moment as it connected with the being that would soon be wearing it.