"I...I," you stutter, "I want to mate with Rachel..."
"Good choice," Minerva whispers sibilantly, "you will both become complete together..."
You nod weakly and struggle to your feet, somehow wobbly on them. You stumble, making your way over to Rachel, and she strides up to you confidently, putting
an arm around your neck and rubbing herself against your side.
"I...I don't know why this is happening, Rachel"
"It feels too good to be wrong. I want to finish it!"
You both are then led to a secluded glade, its borders marked by thin veil-like curtains. The satyrs part the veils for you, and you enter, seeing them close behind
you.
The change suits her, you think, looking at Rachel. Her brown eyes, so deep you could get lost in them, her every curve accentuated. Her nipples barely concealed
by her chestnut mane, stiffened in anticipation. The gentle buds of horns on her forehead, threatening to blossom into the burnished growths the other females have.
Above all, the intoxicating smell rising from her furred sex.
"It's confusing, I know," she says, "and I wouldn't believe it if it wasn't happening to me. All I know is I have an itch, and I want you to scratch it..."
You nod, a certain visceral reaction down below telling you that you know exactly how she feels. She suddenly draws you close into a deep kiss, and you find
yourselves instinctually rubbing against each other with increasing ardor.
This frenzied passion causes your balance to falter, and you tumble to the ground. She seizes the moment, playfully wrestling with you, and you roll as one until she
stops you, with herself above you. She straddles your legs with an impish grin and eyes your shift.
"My my, the Gods HAVE blessed you," she says, running a delicate finger along it. You shiver in appreciation, nodding bashfully. Slowly, she coaxes it out of its
sheath with her playful fingers, licking her lips at seeing the pinkish length. Then, she lunges forward until her hands are above your shoulders, her face level with
yours.
"I'm just dying to see what we're like when this is finished..."
With that, she lowers herself onto you achingly slowly, her face reflecting the sensations that are evidently going through her. Amazingly, she takes all of you into
herself, the fit astonishing as she begins to arch her back and buck her hips against you, renewing her kissing aggressively about your neck and cheeks, questing for
your mouth.
The passion is too much for you, and you find your fingers running vigorously through her mane before you grab her hair and pull her up once again into a deep
kiss, your hips thrusting madly against hers, begging for release.
Climax comes suddenly and explosively for you both, a simultaneous sensation that floods through each of you. It seems to linger for eternity, and when you open
your eyes again, you see her doing likewise, looking questioningly at you.
"Did we manage it?"
"I'm not sure. We don't seem to have changed yet!"
You barely get out the words before she tightens around you suddenly, and you look up at her to see her mane thickening even more, cascading all around as the
budding horns suddenly thrust upward into short goatlike spears. The passion is upon you again as you grope her anew, stroking her ass as you feel fur sprout and
spread there, accompanied with a short tail that you relish caressing.
Hours later, entwined in the lazy aftermath of your fevered mating, you gaze at each other, full satyrs both.