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The future, Eli always thought, could be seen most clearly in high school history class. Not because "those who don't learn from the past are doomed to repeat it" or any sort of pretentious shit like that, but because history class embodied everything he hated about the world.

History class was an hour and a half of stories about revolutions, plagues, and wars. Earth shaking events that should, by all rights, be fun to learn about. And yet, somehow, they managed to make it boring.

"...casualties of over fifty thousand," droned Mr. Dangler, a glazed look in his eyes as he recited the same lesson he'd given every semester without change for the past forty years. "Which was then followed by nearly a century of political unrest as the royal line..."

Reflexively, Eli looked to his left, a sarcastic whisper on the tip of his tongue, but stopped when he saw the empty desk beside him. Right. Dustin had called in sick today. Sighing, he folded his arms on the table and resisted the urge to lay his head down on them and take a nap.

This class was a perfect metaphor for adulthood, he thought sourly. Taking all the amazing things that your parents and teachers promised would be yours when you grew up, and burying them under a thick layer of exhaustion and apathy. Being able to live on your own, without your parents to tell you what to do, eating whatever you want and staying up late every night...well, that all became a lot less enticing after you spend ninety percent of your life breaking your back for a job you hate just to keep your crappy apartment for another miserable month.

He knew that was all he had to look forward to. He'd turned eighteen just a week and a half ago, and graduation was only four months away. His stepmom had been, none too subtly, dropping hints that she expected to be rid of him the minute school was over.

Frankly, he was surprised she'd let him stay a day past his birthday.

"If this guy's voice doesn't change pitch in the next thirty seconds," said a voice beside him, "I'm going to assume he's a zombie."

Eli gave the girl beside him a smirk--and then did a double take. The desk on his left, which had been empty a minute before, now had a girl sitting in it.

A very...pretty girl.

She was wearing a dark green stocking cap, but that didn't stop her dark brown hair from spilling down around her shoulders. Her clothes all seemed to be a size too small, so that her shirt hugged her chest tight, leaving little to the imagination.

Realizing he was staring at her breasts, he snapped his head up to look at her face, blushing. She gave him a pearly white smile, her green eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Uh...when did you get here?" Eli asked, realizing he hadn't even seen her come into the room. In fact, nobody in the room besides him seemed to even notice she was there.

"About thirty seconds ago," she whispered back.

"What's--"

"Shh," she said gently, reaching out and placing a soft hand on his arm. Eli jumped a little in surprise. "There'll be time for questions in a few minutes."

Eli looked at her, confused, but all she did was give him a wink and turn to face Mr. Dangler again. Eli did the same, but his mind wasn't on the lesson--even less than it had been before. All his thoughts were on the beautiful girl who had snuck into the class apparently, though it defied reason and logic, to see him.

When the bell rang ten minutes later, he was the first one on his feet. But before he could make for the door, the girl's hand touched his arm again.

"Sit down," she said, smiling.

Eli looked around, the other students all filing out the door one by one. Even Mr. Dangler was on his way out, muttering about having to take a piss. Nobody seemed to notice that Eli wasn't with them. He sat back down, his stomach doing backflips, until Mr. Dangler had stepped outside and closed the door behind him.

"Okay," he said, "what are--"

Without a word, the girl stood up and went to the door. Eli was immediately hypnotized by the sway of her hips, the seat of her pants filled almost to the bursting point with her amazing figure. She locked the door, then placed a hand on it and murmured something under her breath. A wave of green light rippled out from her hand, growing until it covered the entire door.

"What the hell?" Eli exclaimed, leaping to his feet. "What did you just do?"

She turned and smiled at him. "Sorry if I scared you. I just don't want anyone to come in and interrupt us."

Before he could ask what she meant, she grabbed her hat and whipped it off. Eli blinked, then shook his head. No, his eyes weren't playing tricks on him--there really were two small, black horns poking out of her brown curls.

But he didn't have long to contemplate that, because before the hat had even reached the floor, she had grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head. Her breasts bounced alluringly as she lowered her arms and tossed the shirt aside, the nipples already hard and erect.

"Ahh, that's better," she sighed in relief, "if just a little. I hate wearing human clothes."

Eli was staring at her breasts so hard he almost didn't hear her.

"W- Wait, what?" he stammered, tearing his eyes off of her chest to look at her face. "What does that mean?"

She gave him another mischievous grin and said, "My name is Petra. And if you think taking my shirt off is impressive, then this will really blow your mind!"

She pirouetted so that her bare back was to him, and Eli's eyes traced her shape from her shoulders down to her...

What the hell?

"Is...Is that a..."

A tail grew from the base of her spine. Small and short, but not stumpy, it looked like something you would see on a goat, or maybe a dear. It wagged up and down before his eyes, as if daring him to say it wasn't real.

"What are you?" he asked.

Petra turned to face him again, displaying her breasts without a hint of shame. "That's the wrong question, Eli. You should be asking what are we?"

Eli stared at her, uncomprehending, and then looked around the room. "There are more of you here?"

Petra giggled and nodded.

Eli looked again, but as far as he could tell he and Petra were alone in the classroom.

"Where?" he asked.

"He's right in front of me," she answered, eyes practically glowing with glee.

Eli looked at the spot between him and her, but he still couldn't see anyone else. He took a couple steps to the right, and then to the left, wondering if they were using some kind of camouflaging spell. The idea would have struck him as ridiculous, had he not seen Petra just magically seal the door.

The fact that she had a fucking tail helped too.

"I don't see him," he finally admitted. "You're not messing with me, are you?"

Petra's smile widened, and she shook her head. "No, I promise you he's here. Let me show you."

She stepped across the room, closing the distance between him and her, and didn't stop until they were face to face--so close that when Eli breathed in, his chest brushed against her nipples.

She raised a hand touched Eli's cheek.

"He's right here," she said in a slow, sultry whisper.

"Me?" Eli asked in shock. "What are you--"

He was silenced when she pressed her face against his in a kiss. Almost immediately, her tongue pushed its way into his mouth, and she wrapped her arms around him to press their bodies together. Her nipples poked him through his shirt, and Petra moaned softly when the fabric teased her hard, sensitive nubs.

"There's a lot you need to learn," she whispered huskily, finally breaking the kiss. "So let's hurry and get the lesson over with so we can get to the fun part!"

She stepped away from him, letting her hands trail down his chest, and then kicked off her shoes. A strange clicking sound filled the room whenever she took a step now.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to wear shoes when you don't have feet?" she complained half-jokingly as she kicked them onto her growing pile of clothes.

Then her hands went to her pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them with nimble fingers. Despite the overwhelming strangeness of the situation, Eli still felt a spike of excitement. Sure enough, she wriggled her hips as she slid them over her shapely rear, dropping them to her ankles, and kicked them off, leaving her completely bare for Eli's hungry eyes. He took in her amazing ass, firm yet soft and perfectly shaped, with her little tail twitching invitingly above it. Petra turned, letting him see everything as if this were completely normal, and he glimpsed the smooth, shaved womanhood nestled between her legs.

This can't be real! he thought in amazement. This was the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on, and not only was she stripping naked for him, he also got the distinct impression--despite her not having said anything about it--that she wanted to fuck him!

A quick glance downward, though, derailed those thoughts.

Halfway down her thighs, thick brown fur--the same color as her hair--began to grow. It thickened the further down it went, until her ankles were completely covered by it, before transitioning into a pair of petite, black, cloven hooves.

"So much better," she moaned, running her hands over her bare skin with her eyes closed. "I can't stand clothes, Eli. They're like prisons made of cloth. And," she smirked as she eyed the tent in his pants, "I get the feeling you like me better this way too."

"What are you?" he whispered.

She smiled and hopped up to sit on Mr. Dangler's desk. "Still asking the wrong question. What I am, Eli, is your truth and your future. What we are...are satyrs."

Eli felt like his brain had just blown a circuit. "W-W-We? S...Satyrs?"

"Well, if you want to be technical, you're a satyr and I'm a faun. Male and female terms. But collectively we're all known as satyrs."

Reaching blindly behind him, Eli grabbed a chair and pulled it over before collapsing into it. With shaking hands, he pulled off one of his shoes, then the sock. Was it possible that for eighteen years he had just failed to notice that he had fucking hooves instead of feet?

But no. There were his feet, just as they'd always been, fleshy pink toes and all.

"Yes, you are a satyr," said Petra with a chuckle before he could say anything. "You just don't look the part yet."

"Yet?" Eli echoed dumbly.

"Are you ready?" she asked coyly. "Here's a history lesson that you'll actually want to hear."

Eli settled in, trying to pay attention to what the beautiful girl...faun, whatever...said, instead of the fact that she was naked.

"We aren't from this world, Eli," she began. "We're not even supposed to be here now. We have our own realm, where magic still lives and the land is generous. It's called Nyvaerna, and it was made so that our kind could live the way the gods intended us to: with neverending revelry, wine, feasting, song, and lovemaking. But there were some who were unsatisfied with such a peaceful existence."

How could anyone feel like that? Eli wondered, then immediately went back to fantasizing about how it would feel to suck on her nipples.

"Using magic that the gods had tried to keep hidden from us, they opened a gateway to another world. They crossed over, expecting to find a world identical to Nyrvaena, because that was all they'd ever known. Instead, they found Earth, a land that had been long abandoned by its gods and was ruled by a warlike and domineering race known as humans."

Petra paused, narrowing her eyes at him. Eli shied back a bit. With her obvious dislike for humans, had she suddenly decided that he--

Suddenly, she smiled. "You look uncomfortable, Eli. Why don't you go ahead and take off those clothes?"

Eli blushed. It was true, looking at Petra like this had made his pants uncomfortably tight. But taking them off now? In front of...

"You need to get used to not wearing clothes. Satyrs have no reason to hide their bodies," she urged him, then cupped her breasts in her hands. "Come on. I'll let you touch them!"

And that was that. Eli jumped to his feet, and less than a minute later his clothes had joined Petra's by the wall.

"Good boy," she purred in appreciation, taking him in with her eyes just as lustfully as he had done to her. Standing up from the desk, she walked over, her hooves gently clopping against the tile floor, and gave his cock a quick stroke with the soft palm of her hand. "We'll have to work on that, but there'll be time for that later. Now, go ahead!"

She stood so close that Eli could feel her body heat radiating off her. He reached up with both hands and took Petra's breasts in them. She sighed in pleasure as he squeezed them, one thumb grazing her nipple. Taking half a step closer, she let his cock press against her belly. It twitched a little, desperately hoping she would touch it again, but instead her hands went to his, gently guiding him to pleasure her more. She leaned in for another kiss, and he eagerly gave it to her, their tongues wrestling as he kneaded her chest.

As he did, he became aware of a new scent that was slowly filling the room. It smelled like...nature. It made him think of the forest, of wildlife, singing birds, and clear, unpolluted creeks--and it was coming from Petra, he realized. He was smelling her arousal, and the more he fondled her breasts the stronger the scent became.

Then she broke the kiss and stepped away from him. Eli tried to follow her, his head too clouded with lust to think of anything besides fucking this beautiful woman's brains out, but she put a hand on his chest to stay him, smiling impishly.

"We can get back to that later," she said. "For now, I need to finish my story."

She hopped back up onto Mr. Dangler's desk, and Eli reluctantly sat down in his chair again. It was a bit more comfortable now that his erection wasn't squeezed inside his pants, but his heart was beating so hard that he didn't know how long he'd be able to make himself sit still. He'd felt her...smelled her...tasted her. He needed more--a need greater than he'd ever felt before.

"You can probably guess how humanity reacted when satyrs started showing up," Petra went on, absentmindedly running a finger around one of her areolas. "Our people were decimated. Within a few years, barely a tenth of what had gone through the gateway were still alive."

"Why didn't they go home?" Eli asked.

"They couldn't. Our gods...the gods who had created a world intended to be an eternal paradise for us...were insulted by their desire to leave. When the last satyr passed through to Earth, they closed the gateway. Forever."

She paused, and Eli thought about everything she'd told him. It all sounded so farfetched. Like something you'd read in a crappy fantasy book. But he couldn't deny what he was seeing right in front of him. Hooves, horns, tail. Petra was obviously what she claimed to be, and if that much was true then logic (or whatever passed for logic in this crazy new world he'd found himself in) dictated that the rest of the story must be true too.

But that still left one big question.

"If I'm a satyr like you, why do I look human?"

Petra smiled. "That's how the last tenth survived. Earth's magic is so weak compared to Nyrvaena's that it's almost nonexistent, but they were able to draw out enough to weave one final spell: one that transformed every remaining satyr human. We've been living among them ever since, most of us not even knowing what we are. We traded our identities for safety."

Eli raised his head. "You keep saying we and us. Does that mean..."

Petra's smile grew, and she nodded. "I used to be like you, Eli. A faun trapped in a human shell. But another satyr found me. He told me the truth, helped me regain my true form, and then...Eli, he brought me home!"

"Home?" Eli echoed. "As in, Nirvana, or however--"

"Nyrvaena."

"Right, that. But I thought you said there was no way back!"

"There wasn't. Not until now." She beamed at him. "It's been so many thousands of years since then. The ones who opened the gate were dead before the beginning of recorded history. Our gods have finally decided to forgive us and bring us back to Nyrvaena."

Eli leaned forward. "You've been there? What's it like?"

Petra hesitated, and closed her eyes for a long minute. Then, to Eli's surprise, a tear rolled down her cheek. "It's perfect, Eli. Perfect in ways words can't describe. Perfect in ways you could never imagine. You have to see it to understand!"

"But how?"

"Humans can never set foot in Nyrvaena. Their hearts are filled with violence and the need to conquer. They would destroy our paradise. So for the lost ones to come home, they need to have the spell broken so they can return to their true forms." She smiled at him again. "That's where I, and others like me, come in."

She paused, and looked down in surprise. The finger that had been playing with her nipple had wandered further down her body, almost as if it were acting on its own, stopping just before it touched her clit. The smell of her arousal was even stronger than before.

"Gods, you've got me turned on, Eli," she whispered. "If I could, I'd fuck you right now."

Eli began to get up--

"No!" Petra snapped. "Not yet!"

Trying to ignore how badly he needed her--waiting was just as bad for him as it was for her--Eli sat back down. His cock was throbbing now, begging to feel her soft caress again.

"Satyrs and fauns were created to indulge in the pleasures of life," she went on, talking faster now, "and there's no greater pleasure on Earth or Nyrvaena than the physical joining of two lovers. All the old legends that said satyrs were horny old bastards? They're not entirely wrong. We were gifted with extremely high sex drives so that we could experience the pleasures of sex without stop. And that's the key to breaking your curse, Eli."

Breathing heavily, she began to rub her fingers up and down her slit.

"Some of us have volunteered to come back to Eath--with our gods' blessing this time! We seek out lost satyrs and we help bring them home."

The fingers disappeared inside her.

"Sex will--nnngh!--bring out your true nature," she gasped, "and your true nature will bring out your true form. And then...oh, fuck...you'll be drawn back to Nyrvaena where you belong. All we have to do...gods!"

"Is fuck?" Eli suggested.

Petra was on her hooves in an instant, crossing the distance between them and dropping to her knees.

"Is fuck!" she agreed. There was a fire burning in her eyes more intense than Eli had ever seen. She forced his knees apart and crawled in between them, taking his throbbing manhood in one hand. "There's just one problem. Putting something like this inside me would be an insult!"

Eli blushed. "I...I always thought I was average..."

Petra gave him a wicked grin. "For a human, yes. But a young faun has certain needs, and this simply won't do!"

"I? I don't..."

"Don't worry, Eli." She licked her lips. "I'll take care of it."

With that, she licked his cock from balls to tip. The sensation of her tongue--wet and smooth, but just course enough to stimulate him--was intense enough to pull a gasp from Eli's mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head a few times, like she was licking an ice cream cone, and then took the entire thing into her mouth. She moaned, her arousal growing just from pleasuring him, and...

Something began to happen.

"Petra!" He gasped as she bobbed her head up and down. "I feel weird!"

The feeling was concentrated in his crotch, but it wasn't an orgasm. It felt as though every time Petra raised her head and then took his member in again, her mouth grew a little bit tighter.

Petra smiled around his cock and let it flop out of her mouth--and Eli stared at it in shock. He hadn't been lying earlier, he was of average size for a human. But the swollen organ that jutted out in front of him was...was a monster!

"Is that mine?" he asked, not quite comprehending what he was looking at.

"Oooh, Eli," Petra cooed, admiring his new tool, "I knew you were going to be a good one! But you didn't let me finish..."

With that, she spread her breasts apart and squeezed them around his dick. It was already so wet from her saliva that they slid easily up and down his length, while her tongue snaked out to give the head a teasing lick whenever she bobbed her head down toward it. And as she worked at him, another feeling began to form inside him--this time, much more familiar.

"God...God!" he grunted.

"Cum for me, Eli," Petra moaned. "Let me see what that new satyr dick can do!"

It was too much. The soft warmth of her breasts, the wetness of her saliva, the friction of her tongue. It pushed him over the edge, and with a cry of pleasure he released.

The first spurt went into Petra's mouth, filling her cheeks until it dribbled out between her lips. Through the orgasmic haze, Eli was amazed by the amount of seed that erupted from him. Far, far more than he'd ever produced on his own--and it had only just begun!

Petra released his cock, her eyes rolling back in her head as his cum overwhelmed her taste buds, and the second wave sprayed right into her face. Gasping in her own rapture, she ran both her hands down her face, wiping it free of the thick, white liquid, just in time for a third burst to strike her. She then proceeded to rub it over the rest of her body. Soon her breasts were shiny and wet with his seed, and she was hurrying to massage the rest of it into her lower tummy and vulva.

With his heart jackhammering in his chest, Eli leaned back heavily in his chair. His cock, still clasped within Petra's heaving bosom, throbbed gently as it leaked the remainder of his orgasm out, only to be greedily licked up by Petra. After such a mind shattering orgasm, he expected the wave of exhaustion to put him to sleep the moment it crashed into him...

But it never came.

Eli opened his eyes, and was almost surprised to see his cock standing just as tall and thick as before. More than that, the feeling of being spent that always came after he masturbated wasn't there. He had the afterglow of an amazing orgasm, but strangely it didn't leave him feeling satisfied.

It made him want more!

"I told you," Petra said, reading his expression, "a satyr's sex drive is infinitely stronger than a human's. You came once--and an admirable amount, by the way--but we're just getting started!"

She climbed on top of him until she was straddling his lap, his cock mere inches from her pussy, and wrapped her arms around Eli's shoulders. He put his hands on her hips, but when she leaned in for a kiss he instead went for her breasts.

Petra gasped in pleasant surprise when his tongue found her nipple, slowly dragging itself across the sensitive little nub the same way she had done to his cock. First one, then the other, and judging by the deep, breathy sigh she gave, he guessed he was doing something right. He could taste where she had rubbed his seed on herself, and while that normally would have been a turnoff, now the salty taste only made him even hotter.

"As nice as your tongue is," Petra moaned, rolling her shoulders as he nursed her, "I want to see how that new cock of yours feels."

His member twitched in anticipation, and she hoisted herself up so that its tip was just beneath her opening.

"I want to feel it deep..."

She lowered herself onto it.

"Deep..."

Further and further into her hot, wet sex he disappeared

"Inside me."

Finally, she bottomed out, his entire cock buried inside of her. She sighed in bliss, harmonizing with the moan that Eli let out. It was incredible. He might have been a virgin, but even in his wildest fantasies he wouldn't have believed that sex could feel this good! Her pussy was so tight around his enlarged cock that it squeezed him like a vice, and yet it took every inch of him without problem. Where a human woman would have felt pain, there was nothing but rapturous pleasure on Petra's face.

She leaned forward, hugging him to her chest again and whispered into his ear, "Mmmm, soooo gooood! Eli, can you feel it?"

"I feel you," he answered. "And it's amazing!"

She smiled at that. "Thank you, Eli, but I was talking about that!"

She pointed at his lap, and Eli looked down to see thick brown hair sprouting from his legs. It went higher on him than it did on Petra, stopping just before his thighs connected to his hips, but the fur of a satyr was still unmistakable and he--

"Urgh!" he grunted as a new sensation sprung up in his back. Before he could investigate, though, Petra's hands darted behind his back to touch...something.

"Oh, already?" she asked, smiling teasingly. "What a lovely tail you've grown, Eli! Strong and fluffy--you'll have girls wanting to touch it the minute we get home!"

She stroked it, flooding Eli's mind with sensations that were both familiar and unfamiliar, and it wagged unconsciously in response to her touch."

"I'm impressed, " Petra went on. "If you're changing this quickly, that means you've already accepted the truth!"

He grinned at her. "If the truth lets me do this with you, then why wouldn't I?"

"Do what?" Petra asked coyly, running her hands back up his spine and down his chest. "So far all you've done is sit there. I know my pussy feels good, but eventually you'll have to--eep!"

Her taunting remark was cut off when Eli bucked his hips, pulling his new satyr cock out a few inches and then plunging them back inside. Pleasure washed over him, but it wasn't enough. Grabbing Petra by her hips, he thrust into her again and again, causing the pretty faun to throw her head back and moan.

"That's it, Eli!" she cried, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. "Accept what you are and fuck me like only a satyr can!"

The sex dominated his entire being, but somewhere in the back of his mind, Eli could feel the fur creeping further down his legs.

Petra hugged him tighter, and he could feel her heart racing inside her chest. Her breasts were pressed against him, the nipples so hard they felt like little pebbles grinding into his skin. A quick high pitched yelp of pleasure escaped her mouth every time he drove himself into her, egging him to pound her even harder. Her velvety inside seemed to resist every time he pulled out, and then eagerly pulled him back with every thrust.

He hugged her as well, and found himself looking over her shoulder and down her back. There, just below her spine and just above her perfect ass, was her tail. It rose and fell, wagging happily every time he thrust into her. Still keeping her held tight against him, he reached down and grabbed it, making Petra squeak with surprise.

"Ohhhh, yes! Pull on it, Eli!" she begged him. He happily obeyed. "Yessss, that's it! Yes! Yes! Ye--aaahhhhhhhhnnn!"

To Eli's shock, her pussy muscles constricted even tighter around him, squeezing him rhythmically as she came. A warm, wet sensation appeared just above his crotch, running down into his lap to soak his new fur.

"Mmmm, yesssss," she sighed, collapsing against him as her orgasm faded. Just like him, though, she was far from satisfied. "You'll find that fauns tend to squirt when you please them well enough, and...ohhhh, Eli, you did please me just now!"

Eli continued to fuck her, and Petra went back to grinding her nipples against his chest. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he pushed her back a little, then fastened his mouth around one of her tits again. Petra moaned in delight as he sucked on her for a minute before switching to the other. She wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him closer, mashing his face against the soft-yet-firm plumpness of her breast.

"You like those, don't you?" she murmured. "Well, you can have as much of them as you want, Eli."

Suddenly, just like when he'd grown his tail, two points of pressure appeared on his head, pressing upwards as if something were trying to escape from his skull. They didn't hurt, but the pressure was uncomfortable, until--pop!

"What lovely horns, Eli!" his lover gasped.

Eli didn't take his face from her breast, since he couldn't have looked at them anyway. Petra took hold of them, one in each hand, and Eli realized he could feel with them, if only faintly. She gripped them tight, as if trying to make sure he didn't escape, and pulled his face away from her chest.

"And now, my dear Eli," she said with a smile, "it's time to finish this!"

Still gripping his horns, she pulled him in for another kiss. As their tongues wrestled, she breathed into his mouth with hot, sultry gasps. She began to raise her hips in time with his thrusts, letting him pull almost all the way out of her before falling back down to fill her again. Her breathing began to come faster, and Eli could tell she was nearing another orgasm. She wasn't the only one. The familiar pressure in his loins was forming again, and he knew it would only be a few seconds before he...

Petra threw her head back and cried out in ecstasy, her pussy squeezing him almost painfully as she came a second time. Again, a hot stream of faun cum sprayed from her nethers, soaking Eli once again.

And that was all he could take. With a cry of his own, he let go and released himself into Petra's welcoming womanhood. Just like before, he erupted with more force than he'd ever been capable of as a human. It cascaded up into Petra's womb, filling her in an instant, and by the second spurt his seed was leaking out onto his lap. Still quivering from her own orgasm, Petra reached down, dabbed her fingers in his cum, and scooped it up into her mouth, a pleasant shiver running down her spine from the taste.

But Eli wasn't done yet. Petra's inner walls were still squeezing him, milking him for every drop of semen he could give her--and he had much more to give. He sprayed her insides a third time, then a fourth, each spasm of his cock more intense than the last. He gasped, hugging her, the insane pleasure stealing his breath as he came inside her again, and again. More seed flowed from her cunt to his lap, so much that it was dripping onto the floor now.

And then, with one last shudder that wracked his whole body, he shot the last of his seed into her--and it finally happened. His feet suddenly felt cramped, like they were being crushed into themselves. Because that's exactly what was happening. He raised his newly furred legs to watch as his feet shrank, turning black, the skin becoming hard like rock until...

Hooves. He had cloven hooves just like Petra's, and they immediately felt more natural than his big, gangly feet ever had.

"Well done, Eli," Petra whispered into his ear. "You've done it! Welcome home!"

Eli blinked in surprise and looked around--but instead of the beige walls and dirty tiled floor of Mr. Dangler's classroom, he was sitting on a fallen log in the middle of a lush, green forest. Trees stretched to the heavens, their branches heavy with fruits of all colors. The sound of birdsong Eli had never heard before filled the air. A cool breeze rustled the leaves, carrying the smell of freshly cooked meat on it.

"This...This is..." he gasped, trying to look everywhere at once with eyes as wide as apples.

"Nyrvaena," Petra finished for him.

"Beautiful!" he turned to her again, hardly able to believe what he was seeing. "And I- I get to stay here?"

"Forever!" Petra confirmed, giving him a gentler kiss on the lips. "And ever, and ever!"

"I can't believe I'm this lucky!"

Petra ran her hands over his chest, and Eli realized his cock was still buried in her pussy--and still as hard as a rock.

"I'll introduce you to the others, let them help get you used to living here. But first..." She wiggled her hips, sending even more waves of pleasure up and down his rod. "I don't feel like giving this up just yet. Care for one more round?"

Eli grinned at her. "Or two?"

She grinned back. "Or ten!"

And so their moans and grunts joined the birds in an even more beautiful symphony, making love for the first of countless times in paradise.