Amy stared at the new Saytr before her. He certainly was a piece of work. His dark fur certainly matched his dark features, such as his eyes. His sturdy chest, heaving with lays of muscles, with sturdy shoulders, pecs and a defined six pack. He stretched his arm, his bicep swelling massively. Perhaps it was Amy’s new sayer instincts, but even his inhuman features seemed quite handsome. His shaggy goat legs were thick with wonderful muscle, and the shaggy hair growing thickly in his arms, chest and pits were definitely something. And his horns! Certainly he was a mighty satyr. He flashed a Amy,
“Well? Should we put the past in the past?” He said.
Amy paused, slowly funding to Joel. They had been d friends, before she found that blasted cream. She couldn’t leave him.
“Please, I will if you let me cure Joel. He’s my friend.”
The dark satyr sighed, and said “Well, I suppose I could use a male for my plans.”
Amy nodded, although unsure by what he meant. He filled the largest bucket she could find and filled it to the brim with icy water. She approached Joel, who sat patiently near by. In a good thrust, the entire bucket fell onto Joel.
In an instant, the Goat let out a powerful bleat, every muscle convulsing and trembling. At first, his front hoofs snapped and twisted as they developed into human hands. His chest heaved as it began to steadily broaden, the goat pelt crumbing off his skin in thick clumps. As he began to developed a more bipedal body. Joel fell onto his back, convulsed as his face chest and arms thickened and developed. His face was human, yet his hair was still curly, long and unkept. Still, he had two horns vibrant with masculinity. Slowly, he sat up, his chest settling into a human form. He was certainly slimmer than the dark satyr, but that made no difference. His torso was dense with muscle, with each muscle clear as day. Strong pecs, a defined eight pack. Slowly he rose onto his hoods. His legs were shaggy with dark, brown curls of fur.
Amy approached him, carefully placing a hand on his shoulders.
“Amy, I’m...look at me.”
His voice! She could still here Joel’s tone sit it, yet it was an entire octave down. His face was also recognisable his, but every one of his good features had been improved upon. His dark eyes, his thick eyebrows, strong chin and deep tan. His solid jaw was rimmed by the faint scruff of fur. His chest was devoid of hair, with the exception of thick goat fur running from his pelvis and up his navel.
Amy embraced him, and laughed.
It was then the dark Satyr approached, smiling cheek to cheek