Michael's terror intensified when he heard the click of a key entering the lock and turning. As the handle turned and the door cracked open, Michael rushed to the door and threw his weight against it, slamming it shut. He couldn't let anyone see him as some kind of goat freak. What was he going to do? He couldn't stay in the library bathroom forever. As Michael's mind continued to race a soft voice spoke through the door.
"It's okay," it said, "I know what's happening to you, and I can help."
The voice had a quality to it that was somehow familiar, it had an immediate calming effect on Michael. He somehow felt he could trust whoever was speaking beyond the door. He backed up a few steps and allowed the owner of the voice to quickly slip into the bathroom. A blonde man wearing jeans and a green long sleeved tee maybe a few years older than Michael entered and locked the door behind him. He turned to face Michael revealing his attractive, slightly bearded face, and sharp blue eyes. In his earlier panic Michael hadn't noticed the sweet scent emanating from the man. The scent was unmistakably the satyr from last night, but this man was clearly human.
"It's you!" Michael quickly snapped, "What's happening to me? How are you human? Who are you?"
"So many questions," replied the blonde man with a smile, "I'll start with my name, you can call me Zeno. I don't think I actually go your name either last night."
"It's Michael, "he stammered, "now tell me what's happening to me."
"Have a little patience," Zeno stated calmly, "I'll explain everything, but first we need to deal with your lust. That should put you back into a human form."
Zeno quickly slipped off his shoes, removed his shirt and began unbuckling his pants.
"What are you doing?" asked a surprised Michael. He couldn't help but glance at Zeno's well defined and decently hairy chest. Michael felt his manhood growing stiff again.
"Just calm down, I just need a minute."
Zeno quickly finished stripping and stood naked before Michael. A pair of horns about three inches longer than Michael's stubs quickly appeared and Zeno's body and face quickly reformed into the hairy satyr that fucked Michael the night before. His blue goat eyes seemed to almost shine. Zeno's sweet scent intensified making Michael's manhood twitch with excitement. Unable to control himself, Michael grabbed Zeno and kissed him deeply, taking in his full scent.
"Whoa," stated Zeno, "pushing Michael to a short distance, "at least get your human clothes off."
Michael did as he was told though he was having trouble thinking of anything except Zeno. He awkwardly but quickly slid his torn socks, shorts, and underwear off his goat legs as well as took off his tee-shirt revealing his own woolly chest. Now free of his clothing, Michael practically tackled Zeno, the newly born satyr couldn't contain his lust any longer. The two went to the ground where Zeno re-positioned to receive Michael's impatient cock. The blonde satyr laid on his back and threw his legs up around Michael's furry waist. Michael inserted into Zeno's willing anus and and began to rut hard over and over as he cummed. Michael could hear his cloven hooves lightly clacking whenever they hit against the bathrooms tile floor. Michael continued to rut, he cummed even more, letting out a soft moan of pleasure. Before Michael could cry out again, Zeno quickly used his left hand to push Michael's head and face down towards his neck and face to muffle him.
"Shush," Zeno whispered in Michael's goaty ear. "We don't want anyone coming over here."
Michael did as he was told, kept quite, and continued to thrust until he finally felt his normal senses returning. Michael withdrew from Zeno and rested, sitting with his woolly legs out in front of himself and his back rested against the wall. Michael could see that his dark brown fur, was caked with sweat and cum.
Zeno took a moment to recover himself before he set himself up in a position similar to Michael's on the opposite wall.
"Good," said Zeno, "I think you're finally in a state where we can talk. You see..."