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Assault on the Senses Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Starwing

A pleasant autumn evening had settled across the city, bringing with it cool breezes that seemed to fan the flames of color in the leaves as they turned from green to yellow, red and orange. It had rained quite a bit earlier in the week but it seemed that things were finally drying out. The street lights snapped on, bringing an amber glow that complimented the purple and orange hues of the night's sky. It was rather beautiful and quite colorful, something Van always appreciated.

The twenty year old walked down the path, his green eyes taking everything in. He was six foot two and had on a black and neon green striped sweatshirt. The hood hung over his head, though some dishwater blond bangs hung across his forehead. Complimenting his striped shirt, his black jeans and studded leather belt made him stand out. He'd always enjoyed standing out. It was for that reason that the invitation to Dustin's frat party amused him so much.

The two had befriended each other in Western Civ classes. While Dustin was clean cut and straight forward and Donovan was just about the opposite, they both were quick witted and loved a good laugh. What else did one need for a friendship? Still, Van had agreed to meet Dustin at the park by the fountain at exactly six thirty. Van slowed down, the teal laces of his skate shoes dragging across the pebbly cement path. He looked around in all directions and then glanced at his watch. He had been late, but it seemed Dustin was even later.

A soft sigh escaped Van's lips and he moved to sit down on the edge of the fountain. He shivered a bit as his ass hit the stone, absorbing some of his body heat. It was already a cold night. Van pulled out his iPhone from his pocket and started flipping through his apps, trying to figure out something to pass the time. He listened to the familiar click sound effect to his finger swiping around the screen, but then there was an odd snap.

Van looked up, saw nothing and then went back to his phone. Once again it was click, click - snap. Van lifted his head again, waiting. There was silence for a long moment, then a grunt. The grunt came from the right, along with the sound of snapping twigs... and the grunt was Dustin's. Van rose to his feet and moved toward the right, heading off the beaten path and into the trees. He moved closer and closer.

'Please... Don't..." Dustin's voice panted, "Stop..." he added. Van picked up the pace, ducking beneath tall branches and jumping over short ones. He came crashing through the brush just in time to see Dustin dropped to the ground. The nineteen year old was five foot ten, his normally neat brown hair disheveled. He had bruises on his forehead, his clothes were torn. There were gashes on his arms and his pants were torn up. Worst of all, he was covered in all sorts of juices; blood, sweat, tears, and something that looked almost like slug slime.

"Dustin!" Van gasped.

"Donovan, get out of here, before he-" Dustin's warning was interrupted. Van was hit in the chest with such force that he was picked up off his feet and hurtled back, landing on the grass and sliding. Donovan panted and gasped, the breath knocked out of him. When he looked back up, he saw something unlike he had ever seen before. The creature had to be almost seven feet tall. Long black hair hung down to broad, muscled shoulders... but rising up from just in front of the hairline were two ribbed horns, curving forward and up almost demonically.

Yellow eyes gazed at Donovan, hot steamy breath passing beyond plump lips hidden behind a bushy, long black beard. The beast's chest was immensely hairy, leading down in an ever thickening trail until the fur exploded all over his legs, covering them completely. It wasn't until the beast took a step that Van realized the monster's legs were bent all wrong, angled back and then forward, ending in hooves. The creature took another step and Van noticed something else... At first he thought it was the monster's fist, but he didn't have three. It was the beast's cock head, bobbing in front of him, extending from a thick shaft and furry balls.

Van's eyes widened in shock, the creature took yet another step but then stopped. The two looked at each other for a long moment before the beast turned and disappeared into the woods. Van laid there for a long moment, panting hard before he pushed himself back up to his feet. He made it back towards Dustin, only to see the sophomore climb up himself to his feet. Van struggled to regain his footing.

"Are you... Are you alright?" Van asked.

"Yeah, I think so." Dustin replied, trying to brush himself off.

"What was that thing? What did it want?" Van asked.

"It... it doesn't matter, it's gone now." Dustin said, dusting himself off.

"It almost looked like one of those satyrs from our mythology class... But what did he want with you? You don't look like a wood nymph to me." Van said.

"Maybe he found out he didn't get an invite to the party." Dustin said, obviously annoyed at them lingering on the subject, "Speaking of which, we better go get cleaned up or we're going to be late." Dustin said.

"Be late? We need to get you to a hospital, or the news, or something. You were just attacked by a big monster!" Van said in shock.

"The only thing I know is if I'm late to the party, I'm going to have a full fraternity of monsters wanting to attack me." Dustin said before lowering his shield of humor, "Trust me, I'm alright, but if you need to go to the doctor I'd understand." Dustin said. Van blushed, looking embarrassed.

"I'm better off than you. I just had the wind knocked out of me." Van defended. Dustin nodded at that.

"Then there's no reason to delay the party. C'mon, let's just go have some fun." Dustin said, putting his hand on Van's shoulder, giving it a pat. Van was a bit uncertain at that. He looked Dustin over again at the fluids he was covered with before giving a dull nod. He wasn't good at talking Dustin out of anything.

****

The party had gotten off to a great start. The music was blaring, pizzas were stacked as tall as sky scrapers and the lockdown had truly started. Under the guise of initiation practices, the fraternity had closed its doors. While this sadly cut off the flow of women into the party, it meant there were no outside observers to report on the fact that twelve kegs of beer had been brought in or that there was some serious breaches in the under-age drinking policy.

As the party got deeper under way, the activities started to fill up the various dorm and function rooms of the fraternity house. There were beer pong tables, Texas hold'em games and in the far end of the house there was even karaoke. Everything seemed to be going quite well. Some of the men were dressed in their suits from pledge week while others wore the fraternity colors, brown and gold. The under shirts were strained on almost everyone, either over muscle or fat. It seemed whatever way they chose to do it, the men of the fraternity liked to live large.

It was for that very reason that Van seemed even more confused. He'd never stopped to think about it, but Dustin wasn't a very big guy. He was polite, respectful and he was in a frat full of jocks. He never really got frats in the first place. The whole secret culture, the brotherhood... but they did know how to throw a good party. Van sat on the lower step of a staircase heading upwards, watching Dustin be the social butterfly. He was making sure everyone had enough to drink, that they knew that there were plenty of games. There was something about it that just seemed off.

Van lifted his Dixie cup of beer and tipped it back, letting the amber fluid linger on his tongue before he drunk it down deeper. It spread a warming, tingling sensation down his throat before it spilled into his stomach like golden light. The tingle spread out through his veins, filling his stomach and chest before goose bumps rose up on his arms. Despite it making him feel good, Van was still stuck on his thoughts. No one shook off running into a monster that easily... Even if it had been a normal assault, no one was that fine with it.

Van wondered if Dustin was just repressing the attack, trying to distract himself. If that was the case, he'd be there for Dustin when his friend needed him - but it still didn't feel right. It felt almost as if Van had been more shocked to see the creature than Dustin, and if that was the case, Dustin had to have a reason he wasn't surprised... What if the monster was like some sort of werewolf? What if he had been normal and turned into something else? If that was the case, what if Dustin had been infected? Van had to be sure.

The brooding twenty year old's thoughts were interrupted as two guys stumbled down the stairs, arm in arm. It was obvious they were a bit drunk from their swagger, but reaching the bottom of the stairs they careened into the wall ahead of Van. The two hundred and fifty pound quarterback with the brown buzzed hair and beard all one uniform length looked at his friend, a shaggy red head who played soccer. The two gazed into each other's eyes before they kissed, their lips starting to tangle as their bodies pressed tighter. Van chuckled a bit at the drunken display, standing up as he moved past them, taking another draw of his drink as he went to investigate.

With Van gone the two were given a bit of privacy, not that they would have cared either way. The red head melted into the kissing of the larger man, their lips wrestling while tongues pushed thick saliva back and forth. The quarter back grunted and panted, hot breath leaving his nostrils as they started to stretch wider. His ears began pushing into soft points like those of an elf while new strands of hair pushed out of his muscled arms. His brown and gold shirt began to ride up, exposing his stomach. As if it was converting all the beer to fat, the stomach began to bloat and round, darkening as a thick trial of curly brown hair pushed up from his pants, surrounding his belly button.

Unaware of his partner changing, the soccer player was undergoing the same effects. His red hair grew longer, dropping down over his pointed ears, obscuring the forming bumps on his forehead. His upper lip grew rough with stubble, giving the kiss some friction before it grew even longer and started to soften. The red hairs curved down over the upper lip, growing longer and longer on the sides. The bright red mustache dropped down, new strands growing in while the others grew longer. The soccer player had the hair of a surfer but the handlebar mustache of a motorcycle daddy... and he was very much living in the moment.

The two had pushed past just kissing, grinding their hard, aroused groins together. The bulges in their pants swelled and grew, their pants sagging a bit to reveal wooly asses. Tiny goat tails emerged, flicking about above their cheeks, signaling just how ready they were. The quarterback snorted and grunted more, kissing his catch of the day with all the fervor he had even as he winced in discomfort. He was used to concussions and bumps on the head from school, but as the bumps swelled more and more on his head, he felt oddly more aroused.

One large, hairy hand plunged down the soccer player's pants to grope his growing phallus just as the skin burst and thick, ribbed ram horns came spilling out of the quarterback's head, curving back along the slope of his skull, curling around his pointed ears, spiraling twice before coming to a stop. The quarterback stood there for a moment before he groaned. His pants darkened sharply as a huge wet spot began to form, spreading outward and downward before cum began pouring from both pant legs, dribbling over his shoes. The red headed soccer player blushed a little, reaching to brush his hair out of his eyes.

"Want me to get us some more beer dude?" he asked as if nothing had happened out of the ordinary.

****

As the party got later, the entertainments seemed to take more priority. The karaoke was getting louder and spilling into the halls. People were even bringing out their own instruments. The games were getting more competitive and the big screen TV had been taken over with, of all things, a Just Dance game for the Kinect. Big muscled men were wagging their hips, swinging their arms and dancing away. It would have been hilarious to Van. He would have filmed it all, but he was getting more and more obsessed. He couldn't help it. Something was wrong with his friend, his best friend. That thought alone sent Donovan over to the kegs again. He brought the cup under the spickot and turned it on, watching the ale foam and spill into his cup. He turned it off and brought it up, tipping it back, taking a swig.

Once more the tingling spread into his body, radiating down his throat and out from his stomach, filling his arms and especially his legs. He wiggled his toes as the tingling spread down to them, though it felt more vague and numb there. Van couldn't help but get lost in the drink, from its savory flavor to the way it made him feel. He gulped it down, feeling the foam against his lips. Another gulp, then another, then another. Golden beads ran down across his chin, clinging to faint clear hairs that were growing longer there. Van was almost in a trance, a trance broken as he realized tipping the cup back further wouldn't change the fact that it was empty.

Donovan sighed gently and lowered the cup, looking around at everyone, thinking back to his friends. In his youth he had an elite crew. Skaters, punks, they were all his allies, his friends... but he had been one of the only ones capable of leading that life style and still getting the grades for school. He'd gone to college and then suddenly been on his own. Dustin was his friend, his best friend, mainly because he didn't care what anyone looked like. Donovan wondered if he'd been more clean cut if the frat would have accepted him. In a way he almost wanted that fate. They were so affectionate, so complimentary. The number of nice things they'd said about each other's beards and legs were unparalleled.

Van wandered back through the crowds, keeping his eye on Dustin still. Dustin hadn't done anything out of the ordinary the entire time. He was just being polite and nice, focusing on being a good host. Van was starting to think he was over-reacting about the whole thing. It seemed like everyone was having a very nice time... and they were almost all so fit and friendly. Van walked past a couple of guys giving each other hoof rubs, massaging the hard chitinous tips to their furry feet, thinking nothing of it when he stopped to watch two of the young men nuzzling their heads together.

Van's green eyes focused on the soft ivory nubs extending from their foreheads, the start to horns that had broken through the skin. Van's eyes narrowed. It felt as if he was forgetting something important, like something major was eluding him... but all he saw was some affectionate frat boys rubbing horns together. He wished more of the college boys were into that sort of thing, it seemed romantic. Van let out a soft sigh and turned, gasping as he nearly walked right into one of the other frat boys.

"Oh hey, you're not from around here, are you?" Came a silky voice. The Latino man was six foot even, his black hair buzzed short. While his hair was short, his thick sideburns erupted with wild thickness and ran down to his jaw line and his mustache seemed thicker than when Van had arrived. The frat boy's brown eyes surveyed Van with a curious hunger. Van gave a nervous grin.

"Dustin invited me as a guest." Van said, hoping not to get ejected from the party. The man before him scoffed, reaching up to run a hand over one of his brown horns. While most of the frat boys had short faun horns, his horns were long and curving back around his skull, looking quite prominent. Donovan's alcohol buzzed mind registered nothing directly, though he had a feeling this particular frat boy was quite virile.

"Some host, he's off schmoozing and you're here all alone... A shame too, you'd think by now someone would have snapped you up, started to pet your goatee." The frat boy smirked. Van looked flattered but confused.

"I don't have a-" Van was cut off as the man's thumb came up to his chin and plunged into the tuft of dark blond hair, stroking down. Van's toes went numb, his back arched and his eyes grew heavy. He murmured softly, entranced by the sensation. The man stroked the soft bush of hair with skill before he smiled. Each draw of the fingers down the thick, plump bush of hair sent chills through Donovan's body unlike anything he had ever felt before. The goatee was thick enough to give the latino a firm grip and Van felt content to be led around by it anywhere.

"I'm Roman by the way." The latino introduced himself. Van licked his lips a bit.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Van..." he replied. The two gazed at each other, though after a moment the music pumping from the stereo changed. Roman's eyes lit up in excitement.

"I love this song, let's dance!" He said without restraint. An arm clamped around Van's back and pulled him in tight, their groins coming together. Roman's idea of dance seemed to be little more than bumping and grinding, but Van had a hard time resisting, soon pushing his tight denim covered crotch against the blue jeans of the frat boy. It was hard to believe how hard his cock was already but he went right with it.

Before long, despite being taller, Van was resting his fuzzy chin on Roman's shoulder, looking to the rest of the party, finding it harder and harder to keep watching Dustin - but his old obsession persisted. Even amid all the pleasure, dancing and humping and drinking, he wasn't losing track of Dustin. He wanted to see anything out of place, anything out of the ordinary, to figure out what was going on. Roman, however, had found himself a piece of arm candy and had started nuzzling Van's head, licking up his cheek before running his lips over the bumps on Van's head.

Van moaned harder as the pressure built and built, the skin irritated and stretched. It was red and irritated, but somehow Roman's tongue seemed to make the skin ease. It began to contract again, though where the flesh had been rubbed the most it had already been too late. The paper thin skin was punctured and pulled back away as a black nub emerged with just a single drop of blood. Roman brought his lips tight against the horn and sucked it clean, feeling it grow longer and push out of Van's head.

Van giggled at that, loving how flirty the frat boys were. He couldn't blame Dustin for joining. It seemed impossible to resist. His eyes fluttered closed as Roman gnawed gently on the forming bone before he moved to the other side, sucking and slurping until the other horn burst onto the scene. Roman sucked and gnawed and drew it out. Donovan stood there, panting hard, his heart racing. He finally realized something was out of the ordinary, but it wasn't Dustin... it was him. He'd been all wrong about frat boys and he wanted to be with them.

Donovan pushed in tighter against Roman, humping harder and harder. Roman grunted with delight and humped back, though he leaned back to take a look at his arm candy. Two prominent black faun horns emerged from Donovan's head, rising up in contrast to his blond hair and two and a half inch goatee. There weren't a lot of blond boys at the party, least of all with hispanic dance partners. Roman felt very lucky... and very aroused. He couldn't hold back any longer. He leaned in and plunged his tongue into Donovan's mouth.

As the two embraced, Roman reached up, his fingers finding their way through Van's hair to start massaging at his ears. Once more the warm tingling returned, but this time without the beer. The ears stretched and shifted, taking on tiny points before they stretched out longer, the curve of the ear shifting, even the ear canal altering. Roman manipulated Donovan's ears like a sculptor with clay, bringing out the natural form that had been waiting to be born. While Van would have gotten there on his own eventually, Roman had brought it all out to the forefront... and Van was still completely unaware.

****

The party had been going on for hours. The snacks were starting to run low and the air was getting thick. Some of the boys had brought out their hookah and they were sitting around it, cross legged, languidly passing the time. There had been one other problem with having so many men in an enclosed, confined space - body heat. Van wandered the party, his hair sweat stained, his pants wet from grinding so much. His legs felt like they were on fire, tingling all over. He couldn't blame the frat boys that took off their pants to let out the heat. He was just surprised at how hairy they all were.

He turned the corner and moved back through the living room yet again. He'd been pacing all night, but it seemed that the party was starting to wrap up and draw to a close. Two by two or three by three the men were going upstairs or down the hall, closing their doors and heading to bed... Though from the squeaking sounds in the rafters Van suspected they were probably playing DDR. Van slowed to a stop in front of the big screen television, spotting Dustin in the corner of his vision.

Van looked past his own reflection of the long blond hair, the thick black horns, the six inch long goatee and the pointed, pierced ears. He saw none of his own changes, focusing on Dustin instead. He'd nearly been eaten or raped by that monster and he'd carried on like usual, coming to the party and even ignoring him. Dustin had never ignored Van before. As yet another pair of Dustin's guests excused themselves, Van decided it was time to break the silence. He strode over, nearly stumbling a bit as his shoes popped off. As Donovan's cloven hooves came down he felt more certain going barefoot and continued over to his quarry.

"Dustin, we need to talk." Van said as he approached. Dustin turned, spotting Van. Dustin grinned wide, looking him up and down from head to toe.

"I'd love to talk..." Dustin murmured. It was obvious he was pleased, though that infuriated Donovan even more.

"Then why haven't we? All night you've been moving around everywhere, paying attention to everyone but me." Van replied, sounding hurt. Some of the hookah smoking guys glanced up. Dustin grimaced a bit.

"Let's talk in the kitchen." Dustin said, turning. Van followed after, though he found his attention drawn to the playful, flirty sway in Dustin's luscious hairy hips. Van murmured softly to himself as the swinging door slid shut behind him. Dustin made his way over to the cupboards and opened them up, riffling around before he found two tea bags. He added hot water to cups and started to let it steep. The brownish coloring swirled around at first before diffusing into the rest of the drink.

"Dustin, what is going on? No one is this normal... Not after seeing that... thing." Van murmured. Dustin nodded gently, adding sugar to the cups.

"After seeing the satyr you mean." Dustin replied. Van nodded, recalling that was what he had thought it looked like. Dustin lifted the cups, bringing them over to the kitchen island, "His name is Easton. He's a freshman this year, second month of college. I don't know why he was the first to notice, but he couldn't take his eyes off me. He saw me for who I really was. I tried to shoo him away, to get him to focus on other boys but he was relentless. He showered me with affection and I eventually gave in..." Dustin said in reflection.

"Dude, you're gay?" Van whispered. Dustin looked at Van as if he was missing the point entirely. He lifted one of the glasses to Van.

"Donovan, take a sip of this." Dustin said. Van lifted the cup to his lips and tipped it back slowly. As the tea slipped over his tongue and down his throat, it felt as if a great fog was being cleaned from Van's mind. Unlike the beer, the tea was like a crystal clear waterfall washing over him. His body felt cooler, his mind clearer. The world felt less fuzzy, seemed more precise... and Dustin came completely into focus. Van spit out the tea in shock as he saw the ivory horns rising up from Dustin's head, his shaggy hair, and his pointed ears. The tips were folded ever so slightly and a light tan dusting of fur lined the tips like deer ears. Van's eyes lowered, seeing fur creeping out of Dustin's pants... and instead of shoes, he had hooves.

"You're... a satyr..." Van whispered. Dustin lifted his own cup of tea and took a swig.

"I always have been, but I didn't realize until I met Easton that I could pass it on. Watching this eighteen year old suck me off, growing his first beard, getting taller and more muscled. It was so fucking hot. I had to figure out how to do it again, with more people. It took me months to figure it out but then I realized the best way... a party. Satyrs love parties."

"Is that what you're planning? You're going to change all these people?" Van asked in shock. Dustin gave the junior a soft expression as he moved up, stood on his tip toes and kissed Van. Van was surprised but slowly his lips parted, the two working them together for a moment. When the kiss ended, Van felt a bit let down.

"I'd say my plan worked..." Dustin whispered. Van looked at Dustin in confusion before he lifted his head, catching sight of his reflection in the stainless steel shell of the fridge. Once more shock covered Van's face. He reached up, rubbing at his horns, his pointed ears and then the six inches of beard hanging from his chin. Van pulled at his sweat soaked t-shirt, getting it caught on his horns. He tugged and twisted and heard bone cutting through fabric but it didn't care. He tossed it aside, looking at his hairy chest. The fuzz was thick but it got even thicker as it curved over his stomach.

Before long, Van was tugging at his pants, fighting his belt and restraints. Dustin leaned against the kitchen island, sipping his tea and watching the show. Van moaned as the button popped and the zipper sagged, releasing soaking wet underwear. The fabric was stretched over a thick erection that rose to salute once freed. Van ignored his cock for once as he lowered his pants.

As they sagged down it became clear just how inhuman they had become... digitigrade, backwards in spots, furry and animal. Van swallowed gently and took a step out of his pants. What came down was not a shoe or even a foot, but also a hoof. Soon Van was naked, furry and standing in the kitchen. He lifted his head again, looking at Dustin. Dustin moaned heavily before he flung himself at Van, leaning to kiss him heatedly. Van murmured into the kiss, especially as a hand wrapped around his shaft and started to stroke it back and forth. Van moaned two or three more times before he broke the kiss.

"So all of them? Like us?" he panted. Dustin nodded.

"An entire fraternity of party loving, sex mad gay satyrs... It'll take a day or two but they'll evolve my natural defense. We'll only be able to see each other." Van explained.

"So that's what it was? The reason I couldn't tell or anything? What's in the tea?" Van asked.

"Jasmine... You just needed to relax, to let your guard down." Dustin replied.

"So we'll be able to go about our lives, no one will be able to see?" he considered.

"Yeah, unless there are any more people like Easton, willing to suck you off beneath your desk in class." Dustin moaned softly. Van rolled his eyes.

"Just going to rub that in my face, aren't you?" he joked. Dustin perked up at that, groping himself.

"Want me to?" Dustin asked. Van smirked.

"Well, I don't think I thought of us in that way until recently. I didn't even know you were gay..." Van said. Dustin rolled his eyes.

"I sent you a valentine card..." Dustin murmured.

"It was Ninja Turtles. Everyone loves Ninja Turtles..." Van said. Dustin stood on his tip toes, wrapped an arm around Van's head and held him in place. Their lips parted and made room for their tongues to slide together, slurping and slapping at one another. Van started to relax and wrapped both arms around Dustin's waist, causing Dustin tow rap his other hand around Van's shoulders.

Fully embraced, the two began to grind and rub. Van's hard satyr cock rubbed against Dustin's shirt, but that wasn't good enough. Van started working to free his friend of his clothing piece by piece, tossing it to the floor. Before long their naked furry hips were brushing. Van's ass cheeks parted and a dirty blond tail wiggled above the hole, almost beckoning. Dustin grinned softly, his hand sliding up and down Van's shaft.

"I have to admit, I had a crush on you since I first saw you." Dustin whispered.

"Is that why you borrowed all those pens?" Van asked.

"The pen is mightier than the sword... but maybe you can use your sword on me right now." Dustin said, backing away slowly. Van arched an eyebrow, watching him move before he turned, leaning over the kitchen island. The fuzzy brown ass cheeks were spread wide, the goat tail flicked high and a quivering leathery satyr hole was quivering in the midst of it.

Van stood there for a moment, his brain reorienting itself. He was a satyr now, a being meant to party and have sex. This was a willing partner, a waiting ass. He was a male, he was in heat, he was meant to have sex and he would claim the ass of the underclassman. A drop of drool leaked out of the corner of Van's mouth as he lunged forward, bringing the head of his cock effortlessly to Dustin's hole and plunged in.

Dustin arched his back and let out a moan of delight as his muscles were spread, feeling Van's powerful body sliding in behind him. Dustin's fingernails dug into the wood of the cutting board as he held on. Van pulled back and thrust in harder, deeper, faster. He was a little awkward at first but soon fell into a fine rhythm. Dustin slammed into the island over and over, but he loved the feeling of his hard, heavy cock slapping the side of the island as his ass was filled. Dustin slowly lifted his head and looked at their reflections on the fridge door, seeing the powerful blond satyr fucking the smaller brunette one. It was just like in all his fantasies.

Van grinned wider and wider, sweat beading across his brow. His horns throbbed, his goatee tingled, his hooves stood their ground. Van felt drunk with the lust of it all, pummeling Dustin's ass. He didn't even know how long they went at it. Dustin's moans stretched into infinity, but by the time they started climbing to crescendo, early morning light was trickling in through the windows. Van renewed his efforts, tilted his hips and increased his grinding.

"Fuck... yes... YES!" Dustin howled, throwing his head back as his cock unleashed thick cum all over the kitchen island and the floor, pouring with intensity and strength. That orgasm brought with it a contraction of many muscles, muscles that massaged Van's hard cock. The new satyr was caught off guard, his own orgasm ripping through him before he bleated in mad pleasure, the sound feeling so natural to come from his lips. As much as Dustin had spilled on the floor, Van pumped into his partner, spreading the seed deeper and deeper - especially as he kept thrusting, churning it in. Dustin went limp against the kitchen island, his brown eyes glazed over with a look of infinite satisfaction. Everything had gone even better than he had expected.

****

The cool fall had given way to an icy winter, leaving the campus picturesque. The quad was covered in a blanket of white, the foot paths had been cleared by students heading to and from class, but something had changed. There was a comfort in the cool. Frat boys wore pajama pants to class despite the snow, hung out around lamp posts and strolled about hand in hand with one another. What had initially caused shock had become quite accepted. Between the variety of goatees, beards and mustaches the men of the school sported, it almost seemed like another era. For Dustin and Van it was a golden era. The doors of the English building opened and the two ventured out, almost frolicking.

Dustin took a few lunging steps, bent low to scoop up snow and tossed it back. Van didn't have time to react, the snowball exploding into powder across his face. Little bits of ice clung to his goatee and landed in his hair. Van licked the snow from his lips before he rolled his eyes. Dustin grinned at that and ran over, hopping up at Van. Van caught him and got warm legs wrapped around his waist. The moment was almost perfect, except for the sound of tearing cloth. Two long strips of cloth dropped down from beneath Dustin's legs, hanging loose to the ground. Dustin blushed a bit.

"Well that's going to be hard to explain... What are the normals seeing exactly?" Van asked, looking around. Dustin peeked around, looking at the red head by the science building with mutton chops, then the twins with lumberjack beards, even the senior with a fu manchu and a karate gi... all of them with horns visible to one that knew how to look.

"What normals? It isn't just in the fraternity anymore. We're everywhere." Dustin grinned.

"For a cute little bastard you can sure sound mischievous." Van said. Dustin began to wriggle his hips, grinding their groins together. Van moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

"Take me home, goat boy. Let us fuck like madmen!" Dustin demanded.

"It'll go faster if I don't have to carry you." Van replied.

"Sacrifices, sacrifices." Dustin joked before he climbed down from Van, offering him his hand. Donovan eagerly took Dustin's hand in his and the two turned to head back to the fraternity. Their hooves compacted the snow, their horns caught tiny ice crystals but their hearts and souls were as warm as a wood fed fire. Every day that went by left Van surprised at how perfect everything was, but it was different for Dustin. Every day that Van had not been his had been an assault on his senses, a wrong that needed correcting. Every day after had been an affirmation that it was meant to be, that everything worked out. The satyrs had made a paradise for themselves, but while the humans were blind to their presence, not everyone was.

The concentrated sexual energy, the unparalleled pleasure, the debauchery and joy was sensory overload for those trained to see such things. A pair of jade green eyes watched Dustin and Van walking into the distance, the eighteen year old wearing a black leather hooded jacket. He slowly reached out to rest a hand on the tree nearest him. As his faintly green hand touched the wood, tiny tendrils of vines began to push out of the thick bark, twisting and curling, crawling through the cracks and taking root. With the tiny sprout in place, the leather clad individual pulled his hand back and rubbed them together for warmth, deciding to take a stroll through campus and see just how much had changed.