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Herding the Shepherds Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Starwing

A gentle breeze played across the sloping foothills of Greece, the grasses swaying as the sky faded from bright blue to a pale teal. The sun had fallen behind the mountain peaks, casting long shadows across the lands but the stars were emerging from their hiding places, bringing an almost magical feeling to it all, at least to Arion. The young man gazed upwards at the stars, thinking of all the novel things that the oracles and philosophers of Athens were revealing... but that was very far away and his task, his life was here.

Ari brought his deep brown eyes to look at the lay of the land and watch his flock. Curly brown hair hung about his head, keeping his ears warm. He was garbed in several layers of cloth, some white and some olive green, just to keep him warm during the nights. As a shepherd he stayed with the herd, keeping them healthy and happy and alive. His herd of goats seemed in particularly high spirits, roaming the hills and munching away. Ari was glad to let them stay up, sometimes that meant the next day would be more relaxed. Ari moved his staff along, marking the distance in an idle fashion.

Aside from endless grassy fields and rock, the bare slopes were dotted with another sight and sound, that of goats. They wandered along, grazing, their cloven feet trodding at the dirt, their bleats carrying on the air. It was an important part of life for Ari and all of his kinsmen. The goats brought milk, cheese and meat... Life in its many forms. In turn, shepherds were charged with watching over the flocks. It was a very symbiotic form of life and it had been in Ari's family for many generations.

The minutes slipped by, the moon rose into the heavens and night was settling in even more. Despite their bounding energy, the goats were not nocturnal beasts. As the darkness spread they headed into the shelter of one of the steeper slopes, moving to bundle up together, their furry warm bodies piling together as they bedded down. Arion had to admire their instincts. There was little wind; they would be protected from rain with the outcropping above them. They always had such good choices.

Ari circled the goats, herding the few strays to join the others, keeping his staff by him at all times. The youngest goats fell into line, lying down as well. Ari kept vigilant watch until they started to drift toward sleep and he knew he would have to do the same. He enjoyed the summer months when temperatures stayed high enough not to require a pack, it made for a lot easier labor during the day, it just meant living a simpler life at night. Ari roamed around before finding a moss covered boulder, settling down next to it, resting his back against the rock before he would go to sleep himself.

A few stray bleats came from the goats but in general they were much quieter than usual. Ari set his cask of water to the side, pulling out a smaller container. The cork came out and the young man lifted it to his lips, tipping it back. The strong flavor of the precious wine touched his tongue and soothed his throat, a reward for another day's hard work. With the one sip he replaced the cork and returned it to his pocket. Ari leaned back against the rock, putting his hands behind his head, letting his eyes drift shut. He smiled a bit, proud of himself for holding back while all the other shepherds were without already.

As Ari reclined and relaxed, his herd did as well... save for one goat. While most of Ari's herd were mottled, some boasted other colors... and the herd's only solid black goat was moving over to the resting shepherd. The eighteen year old heard the quartet of legs out of order and opened his eyes, looking into the goat's eyes. Ari grinned, reaching out to pet the creature.

"Can you not sleep?" Ari asked.

"Baaaah." The goat bleated in reply. Ari chuckled, petting the goat more. The goat pushed his head into the hand, his ram-like horns curling around his head. The goat moved, deftly placing legs between Ari's before standing over both sides of his hips. Arion was hesitant at first, not wanting to get injured. He wasn't sure what the goat was doing, leaving him even more surprised and bemused when the goat settled down onto his legs. The furry, somewhat heavy body draped across his lap, lying quite contentedly. Ari chuckled, looking at his black warm blanket. It was a bit heavy for his tastes but it was oh so soft... and cute. Ari reached out and hugged the goat, moving to try and shift positions so he could lay out on the grass and get some actual sleep.

As Ari moved, the goat did as well. They both readjusted until Arion was spread out on the grass and the goat was covering most of his torso. The goat laid his head down on Ari's shoulder, his heart thumping against the boy's chest. Ari had cuddled with many of his herd but he'd never had one so directly involved. Still, it was comfortable and he was already falling asleep after such a long day. As Ari drifted further and further into sleep, the goat watched with his animal eyes. He felt the human's breathing slow beneath him and slowly the goat leaned in to start nuzzling Ari's cheek, trying to get to his ear before he started licking at it.

A warm tingling began filling Ari, letting him relax even more. He felt content, like he was in one of the big city's bath houses. The goat continued slurping at the human's ear, the tip slathering it with saliva... but each lick was doing more than just getting Ari's ear wet, it was making the ear longer. Centimeter by centimeter it was pushing longer, coming to a point. The goat's left floppy ear was changing as well, losing length and getting more firm. The goat's affection was soon becoming something far different, focus.

After a few moments Ari was the proud owner of one long, pointed ear. A soft invisible layer of fuzz was adorning the tip. The goat shifted its weight, causing Ari to shift a little, but the spell was not yet broken. The goat began licking at Ari's other ear until it too matched. While Arion looked a fair bit different with pointed ears brushing his curly hair, the goat looked vastly different with ears that did not fit his head... They almost looked the same as the ears on Ari, juxtaposed on a goat.

"Baahhh..." The goat bleated softly, feeling the tingling as well. He looked at Ari before he lowered his furry body down and started rubbing intimately. While Ari had slept through the licking easily enough, this sudden rubbing... and even humping woke him up at once. Ari's eyes shot open and he exclaimed in shock, trying to lift the goat off. Sensing his time was being interrupted, the goat only humped harder, their loins pressed together.

"You foul beast!" Ari cursed, incensed. He tried to lift the goat off but the goat moved to lick his face, his chin and even nuzzle his neck. Ari caught himself thinking how much like a lover the goat was being before he groaned, lifting the front half of the goat off of his chest. Unfortunately for Ari the business end was still hard at work. The goat humped like mad, grinding against Ari... and then it happened. The surge of pleasure flowed through Arion like a tsunami. The young man's back arched and he gasped, feeling his balls throb and then swell in his clothing. They pulsed with a strange vitality, feeling larger and larger with each hump. As if to make matters worse, blood was pooling into his member, bringing it against the confines of his tunic.

"Baaaaaahrrr." The goat bleated more insistently. Ari flushed red in embarrassment, giving a half hearted try to get the goat off again... though he even gave the pretense up after a moment. As his shaft got harder and harder he enjoyed the sensation, but soon that wasn't enough. Arion gave one last swallow before he started humping the goat in turn, his eyes clenching shut in bliss... moments to soon to see the glimmering golden glow starting to circle around them. The energy swirled faster and faster before sinking into them... and Ari didn't have the slightest idea.

His resolve gone, Ari was humping the goat, feeling the hard cock against his own, feeling his huge balls bump and roll around. The warmth of the goat's body saturated him, his whole lower half. Ari's toes curled and flexed and then got stiff, the skin looking tacky before it discolored and fused. With the skin stuck together, his toenails darkened, warped, and spread out unevenly across his new webbed feet... But the webs didn't last for long. The foot was compacting and shifting... and the goat was changing more as well. His legs were gaining bulk, his ankles getting thicker. His spine was shifting with sickening crunches, his hips tilting parallel to his spine, his legs dangling out behind him.

Ari could have cared less about the goat's gyrations, it all felt so good to him. The eighteen year old was most certainly in a form of heat now. He reached down, tugging at his clothing, pulling the layers apart. He had fit his garb to make for easy relief from a full bladder, now it was serving as easy relief to a full cock. The fabric parted, revealing his pale and smooth skin, a nest of brown hair around his manhood, and his full member. The goat bleated in delight and soon their cocks were rubbing together. Ari blushed furiously, feeling so dirty and good at the same time, not realizing he was frotting with something that was most certainly not a goat.

The goat's legs continued to change, growing thicker and spilling out longer, almost as if he was gaining humanity. In a sense that was right, but he was gaining it at Ari's expense. As the goat's legs grew more and more human, Ari's legs were quickly losing their humanity. The cloth he had displaced slipped all of the way off, exposing his legs to the night air. His formerly smooth legs had been covered with hair, hair that was quickly getting thicker and thicker until his skin was obscured beneath a layer of brown. His toes were gone, replaced by a firm goat hoof. Ari writhed and then suddenly gasped as his knee joints shifted completely, his legs bending in reverse, his legs bending to accommodate... He had the digitigrade legs of a true goat... and the goat had the same immense legs, disproportionate to its body.

"What... What's going on, this can't be-" Ari's questions were interrupted as the goat nuzzled his face furiously before kissing him. Ari tried to fight it, but again his resolve melted away and his lips parted, accepting the tongue... and giving away more of his humanity. The brown fur covering the greek boy spread up over his ass cheeks, letting them pull apart to reveal his hole. His heavy balls were soon covered with fur, and a layer of flesh moved up his achingly hard cock, fusing to his stomach to hold it in place as the sheath too became furry. Ari let out a groan, tugging at the last of his clothes that covered his torso, throwing them off so he was completely naked. As much as Ari was changing, the goat was changing more.

As the goat humped and kissed Ari, his ribs pushed out, his shoulders shifted, his neck changed, even his skull was shifting. An old magic spell was being released. The small torso of the goat swelled up until Ari's ribs were pressed to ribs of the same size. The goat's face flattened, his fur getting thinner and thinner before flesh started coming through. The hide softened, turning to a warm peach color that contrasted the goat's black fur. The goat's entire body was shifting, but no more now than his arms...

The changing goat looked quite human in parts, but the only thing left distinctly animal were his upper appendages. The goat arms began spilling out longer, getting thicker, lifted higher up on his shoulders more like a human. The elbow flexed, the hoofs throbbed before suddenly they split. Five bony nubs waggled and flexed, becoming longer and separating more. The hard bony hoof shrunk down and down until they were nothing but fingernails on fingers, thumbs clicking as they moved, settling into place.

Just as before, the humanity that the goat gained came at a cost to Ari. A few stray hairs emerged from Arion's elbows just before hundreds pushed out, giving him a brown tuft in the middle of each arm. His fingernails hardened, discolored, but his fingers remained. The hair under his strong arms became thick, long, beastial. The faintest hairs that Ari had been growing on his chest pushed out thicker, softer, and longer until he had a tuft there as well, feeling the same cluster of hair pushing against his chest, feeling the warm body against him... for it was a body now.

Their tongues still interlocked, the animal was still milking the human boy of what humanity he could. They shared the same legs, the same hips, the same furry balls and sheath, the same strong abdomens and furry chests, the same strong arms... Ari felt his hips lifted up as his tailbone throbbed and grew longer, pushing out, the flesh wriggling and flexing under new muscles. Fur flared out of the tip, a long dangling tuft emerging as the strange tail settled down beneath him, and behind the goat. From the neck down they shared everything but color, Ari's fur remaining brown and the former goat remaining black, contrasting his olive tan colored skin.

Arion's back arched as he felt hands grazing his skin, moving up his stomach and to the tuft in the center of his chest, fingers tangling in it. His eyes shot open and he gasped at what he saw. The last traces of goat were fading from his lover's face, a strong angular chin and human nose visible, the man's eyes clenched tight. Smooth black hair hung from his head, long pointed ears jutting out from the side of his head, a very long goatee hanging from his chin and the faintest wisps of a mustache on his upper lip. As much as the goat had changed, his prominent gray horns remain, angling out and up from his head.

Ari's lover was laying on him, his hands braced to the sides to hold his upper body up, his eyes closed in rapture. He looked like a sculpting, a painting, a frieze. Ari gazed to the man with wonder, feeling a strange contentment that filled his very soul. The black haired man took a deep breath before his eyes opened. He no longer had the vertical slit pupils of a goat, but the eyes of a man... mostly. His irises retained the brilliant amber yellow of his former goat life, a brilliant contrast to his dark hair. The man looked to be a few years older than Ari, almost twenty five. He looked down and grinned softly.

"Hello Ari." The former-goat said, his voice smooth and the perfect pitch. Ari gasped softly, looking up at him.

"Have I died? Did I hit my head? Is this a test of the gods?" Ari asked. The other laughed, shaking his head.

"You are most certainly alive, your head is fine and handsome, and the gods have little to do with this... You have broken a spell, an old spell... Well, almost." He replied.

"What do you mean almost?" Ari asked softly. The man sat up more, straddling Ari and sitting on his lap, looking at the piles of sleeping goats before looking back to the shepherd.

"Many years ago... when your grandfather was quite young... He came to this island to start a goat farm, but he found it populated by many satyrs. Being granted magic by the gods of Olympus itself, he cast a spell... and turned all of the satyrs to goats and took their humanity for himself, living a very long and prosperous life... and giving the same to his sons. You have started to break the curse, by giving me back what was stolen." The man replied. Ari's eyes were wide, his heart somber.

"You were trapped as a goat all these years? That is terrible! What can I do to break the curse completely?" Ari asked, pausing, "Will I be a goat then?" he added softly, acceptingly. The black haired man laughed.

"No Ari, you will not be a goat. You will be a satyr like me... And we will be together." The satyr replied.

"A satyr..." Ari whispered, looking down at his changed body from the tufts of fur on his elbows to his powerful goat legs. Then he blushed, realizing how rude he had been, "I'm so sorry! Here you know my name and I do not know yours!" he gaped. The satyr grinned.

"I am called Ciro." The satyr replied. Ari grinned, liking that name.

"What do I have to do?" Ari whispered. Ciro felt his heart jump in his chest.

"One kiss, willing and true." Ciro replied. Ari looked up at his black haired lover for a moment before he reached up, curling his fingers around the satyr's long black goatee and started to stroke it. Ciro let out a moan as if his very phallus was being massaged. With his lips parted for the moan, Ari leaned up to kiss Ciro deeply. Once more the gold light surrounded them. Ari flinched, feeling his head buzz and ache and fill with such pressure, the pain intense. After a moment the pressure focused in on two points and suddenly released as the tips of two horns pushed out from his head, curling up and then back to follow the contour of his head. Ari's chin tingled as a small patch of brown emerged there, many more spilling down his cheeks in front of his ears to form long sideburns down to his jawbone. Ari pulled back from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting his lips to Ciro's for a moment.

"Was that willing and true enough?" Ari whispered.

"Oh yes, very much so..." Ciro replied gently, reaching to caress the cheek of his lover. Ari licked the string of saliva up into his mouth before he leaned forward, kissing Ciro even more desperately. Ciro's long tail flicked in delight as he wrapped his arms around Ari. Ari tilted his head, his lips spreading wider, plunging his tongue into Ciro's mouth. Ciro returned the kiss with just as much passion, loving how free the human was becoming, feeling his spirit soar and leave behind the shackles of his kind. Ari humped Ciro desperately, his skin flushing as he felt more and more blood pool into his member. The length throbbed and pulsed more than it had ever before, stretching longer inch by inch. Ari broke the kiss to gasp in pleasure, filling his lungs before he let out what felt most natural.

"Bahhhh!" He bleated, eyes rolling into the back of his head. Ciro trailed his fingers through the thick brown fur on Ari's legs, caressing his hips and thighs, reaching around to squeeze his ass... and with his hands there, Ciro could wait no longer. He'd been trapped as a goat for generations. Ari moaned as he felt Ciro leaning him back and spreading his legs wider, his tail hole plump and ready. It seemed to quiver in anticipation. Ciro grinned, moving between Ari's upraised hips, gazing down at the boy that had watched over him for so many seasons.

"Ari... You were a great shepherd, but now it's time for me to lead. Trust me." Ciro said, his voice comforting. Ari gave a nod, his eyes slipping shut in joy. Ciro moved, trailing the head of his shaft against Arion's hole. Precum began dribbling from the tip, smearing over the flesh to make it slick and to relax Ari. Ciro moved his cock head back and forth before he began pushing in, feeling how tight Ari's virgin ass was, even as a satyr. Ari groaned, arching his back, trying to relax his ass... and to his surprise, discovering new groups of muscles.

"Baaahhhhrrri!' Ciro bleated in surprise, groaning as his cock head was massaged. He gave his hips a good thrust to slide further into Ari, grinding a bit before trying again, getting deeper and deeper each try. With one final thrust he slid in enough to hit Ari's prostate. Ari's entire body sang out in ecstasy at the impact; his nipples throbbed, his spine tingled, his cock pulsed... Ari's face screwed up into a most unbecoming expression of lust, but to Ciro it was just a sign that he was doing it right. Ciro grabbed a hold of Ari's furry hips, starting to thrust in and out, his long veined shaft moving with greater and greater ease.

As blissed as Ari was, Ciro too was being washed over by pleasure after being trapped as a goat for decades. The black satyr's hips were moving wildly as he pistoned in and out of his new lover, looking to the boy with such affection. Ciro had watched Arion grow up, seeing the sweet boy take his first steps, learn his trade, spend his first night under the stars. He had seen the boy grow into a man and then he saw him grow into a satyr. Ciro had always known that Arion would be the one for him... Ciro still remembered the joyous laughter Ari had when the big black goat had eaten out of his little hand. Ciro grinned, knowing Arion would have an incredibly long life, that he would know such pleasure and joy... and that they would be together. Ciro leaned down, pressing his lips to Ari's once more.

As their lips came together, Arion instinctually wrapped his legs around Ciro, trapping the rutting Satyr to him. Ciro writhed, grinding like mad, hinting Ari's prostate over and over, finding new ways to stimulate him. One hand found its way to Ari's nipple, pinching and tugging on the nub. Ari groaned into the kiss before sucking Ciro's tongue, loving the feel of the manly satyr's goatee against his chin and neck. Ari wished he had the gift of art to draw how handsome Ciro was. It was almost as if he had been dreaming of the man his whole life. It all seemed so right. Ari moaned into the kiss once more as the cock slammed into him and he remembered his muscles.

Ciro bleated out in delight again as he felt Ari's muscles working his shaft, practically milking him. It felt so good, so amazing, Ciro was having a hard time holding back. He leaned in and kissed Ari's forehead, his lips drifting to one of Ari's black horns. His lips parted and moved around the horn. Before Ari knew it, his boyfriend was gnawing on his horn. Ari screamed out in shock and delight, humping against Ciro's belly with an irresistible instinct before he screamed out. Ari's thick cock pulsed before thick, hot, gooey cum splattered all over Ciro's chest. It stuck to his tuft of hair, soaking in before it dripped all over his belly, webbing across the flesh. Ari humped at Ciro, their bodies colliding together before they parted again, strings of cum connecting their chests only to be connected again as Ari humped again wildly.

"Baaahhh!" Ciro exclaimed, feeling the hot cum against his skin and the muscles flutter around his cock before clamping down. Ciro tried to hold off but it was to no avail. Satyrs didn't know the meaning of pacing themselves. Ciro lifted his heads to the heavens and bleated as his cock pulsed. He thrust as far into Ari as he could, grinding and shifting his hips, hilting himself inside of his young lover. He groaned and moaned before gasping. Ari heard the sounds, felt the pulsing... and then a warmth unlike anything he had dreamed off filled him. It flooded into his ass, snaking its way through his intestines, some of the warm goo dripping out of his ass, soaking into Ciro's fur.

With the initial blinding lust of their orgasms, Ari and Ciro began to slip into a new phase, a mid-orgasmic lust that only Satyrs could boast of. Ciro moaned, licking his lips, eyeing Ari before he started to fuck furiously again, his cock churning the cum inside of Ari's ass like butter. Ari cooed at the delight, leaning in to bury his face into Ciro's chest fur, licking the cum from it before he moved his head, running his tongue in circles around Ciro's nipple, tasting the flesh before he nibbled and then bit the nub. Before long Arion was tugging on it with his teeth, teasing the sensitive flesh. Ciro howled out in bliss, cumming a second time deep in Ari's ass.

The two continued to mate, bleating and howling and moaning as the night stretched on. Their sounds carried over the hills, lost in the wind, drifting across the sleeping ears of other shepherds in the distance. At long last Ciro collapsed back onto the grass, Ari's body contorting and maneuvering around before he fell comfortably back on Ciro's body. Ciro lifted his weary arms up over Ari's waist, linking his fingers, keeping his boyfriend against him. Ari snuggled against Ciro, letting his head rest on the satyr's chest, listening to his heart beat. The cum from Ciro's chest soaked Ari's back. It felt like a wondrous bath to the newborn satyr, indulging his new instincts.

They gazed up at the stars together, silently, for what felt like an eternity. Ari listened to Ciro's heart beat, felt the rise and fall of his chest with breath, felt the pulse of the cock buried in his ass... It felt as if he had been half asleep all of his life and now, finally, he was awake. Ari turned his head, leaning down to nuzzle Ciro's shoulder as much as he could. Ciro smiled, moving one of his hands from Arion's waist to comb through Ari's hair and caress his fuzzy cheek. Ari smiled at that, feeling a bit more at ease.

"We can stay together, right?" Ari asked softly. Ciro looked surprised.

"Of course we can! This island used to be a haven for Satyrs. There are enchanted glens only we can find, full of enough food to last us till the end of the Earth... We will have an amazing life together." Ciro said. My heart is full of such joy, but I mourn for the other satyrs. Are there many more, trapped as you were?" Ari asked. Ciro lowered his head before nodding.

"Yes, several... Many of your flock, many of the others..." Ciro said softly. Ari looked down at his amazing body before taking a breath.

"I... I lack enough humanity to free any of the others. I don't know how to help them." Ari said sadly. Ciro grinned, leaning up. He kissed Ari's neck, then his ear, his tongue slipping between his lips to lick along the point of Ari's ear. Ari shivered in joy, melting against Ciro, feeling like butter in his hands. Ciro began nibbling the tip before he stopped, leaning close to Ari's ear.

"You know what to do... You shepherds have been roaming these hills for decades..." Ciro whispered. Ari was still lost in the bliss of Ciro's touch for a moment before the words sunk in. His eyes snapped open and he grinned wide.

"We have been roaming these hills... there are many of us! My brothers, my cousins... My grandfather cursed your kind and then received the blessings of a large family. Now let that be your blessing, we will free our satyr brothers... as many as we can... as many as we have family." Ari said decisively.

"Almost... We will save a few to keep your family going... And we will call the Dryad sisters to the north to help keep your family fertile, so there will always be young shepherd boys to free the trapped satyrs... and to join us when the time is right. Imagine them, coming of age and starting their new lives." Ciro said, reaching up to rub Arion's chin with his thumb and forefinger. Ari murmured happily, pushing his chin into Ciro's hand.

"I'm just excited I don't have to wait any longer, I already have what I wanted most." Ari whispered. Ciro grinned, one of his hands moving to circle and pinch at Ari's nipple, the other moving down to graze his bush, to stroke his sheath, to massage the cum into the fur even more. Ari groaned, his back arching, his shaft getting hard once more. "Ciro... Can we take it again? These bodies are amazing." Ari grinned. Ciro chuckled.

"Satyrs live for sex, wine, and song. Those make our life blood." Ciro grinned, flexing against Ari, trying to bring him more joy. Ari cooed, but his mind was focusing elsewhere.

"Wine?" He asked, reaching over to the pile of clothes he had hastily torn off. He dug through them before pulling out his wine cask, offering it to Ciro. Ari smiled, "You can have it all, it's been a long time." Ari said earnestly. Ciro looked at him to make sure he was telling the truth but Ari seemed completely serious.

"Thank you much brother." Ciro said, slipping the cork out. He brought it to his lips, smelling the sweet and bitter and complex scent of the wine. His eyes dilated before he tipped it back, the red fluid pouring over his tongue. He let it spill across his senses, savoring every drop before he relaxed his throat and let it spill down, letting it glide into his stomach. With a satisfied sigh, he realized there was a bead of the red wine on his lips. He gently helped hoist Ari off of him, settling the other satyr onto the grass before he moved to kiss Ari.

Seeing Ciro come in for another kiss, Ari expected another delightful embrace. As their lips touched, he got much more. The bead of wine that spread over his lips was a burst of intense flavor, sending chills of delight through his body. Ari moaned, pushing into the kiss, licking Ciro's lips. Ciro grinned wide, loving how excitable Ari could get. After several moments the kiss broke and Ari sat on the grass, his goat legs splayed wide. He chuckled softly to himself.

"I see why you like it so much, it's so much better." Ari said softly. Ciro grinned.

"I'd have to say life is as a whole, but... I'm very thirsty. I think I need some more to drink." Ciro said. Alex looked suddenly sad.

"I don't have any more, that's all the wine I had left..." Ari apologized. Ciro smiled wide, reaching to caress Arion's thigh.

"That's fine... There are all sorts of things I can drink." Ciro whispered, leaning down. He kissed Ari's chest tuft, his abs, gave his navel a little lick, and then nuzzled Ari's groin. Ari nearly snorted in delight as he felt that warm face push against his most intimate regions. His cock throbbed and got hard once more, pushing all the way out of its sheath. Ciro nuzzled Ari's bush, his lips parting as his tongue emerged. Ciro gave the cum soaked bush a lick, loving the flavor, knowing that Ari would have a lot more where that came from. Ciro's nuzzled lower, licking Arion's inner thigh before he saw his destination. Ciro licked his lips with delight, leaning forward.

Ari bleated in shock as he felt the lips pushing over his furry balls. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his back arched yet again as his huge ball was encompassed, entering Ciro's mouth with a satisfying plop. Saliva soaked the fur and warmed Ari's ball as Ciro began suckling, the attention seeming to make both balls swell larger and larger. Ari's fingers dug at the ground before Ciro regrettably let the ball out, moving to take the other in and suck on it, his cheeks massaging it before it too emerged. Ciro grinned wide, his hands moving to squeeze and massage the balls as he leaned in to the final point.

Ari forced his eyes open, watching with lust and awe as Ciro moved in, his tongue slipping through those lips, the tip touching his shaft. Ciro moaned, tasting the seed all over the flesh. He slathered his tongue up along the length before he moved in, taking the head of Arion's cock into his mouth. It was so wide, so thick, so hot... Ciro couldn't get enough. He slurped and sucked on the tip before he moved down, taking inch after inch of the satyr cock into his mouth and then his throat, relaxing completely just as he had for the wine.

"Ciro!" Ari screamed out in shock, gasping as he felt his cock slide into that throat like a sleeve. Ciro had Ari right where he wanted him. Suddenly the throat around Ari's cock came to life, squeezing and massaging his cock. As much as Ari wanted to hold back, he was a satyr now and they never held back. He gasped and panted and then screamed out in bliss, feeling his cock spasm and spray his load deep into Ciro's belly, feeding the satyr the nectar of his people. Ciro gulped it down greedily, knowing that he was embracing the future. It was time for the Satyrs to herd the Shepherds and embrace the future... And Arion would lead them in their very happy, messy cause.