Stan The Goat was headed straight for his old friend Billy. He thought of only one thing--mating! But Billy, now known as Bellaire, had one thought as well. "I must keep that goat at bay. Who knows what will come of our joining?"
Stan held his head down and ran hard. He would knock the satyress out and then he would have his way with her.
Bellaire held her head down and ran forward equally as hard as Stan. They were now on a collision course. But, at the last second, Bellaire swerved to the right, turned and rammed Stan hard in the side. The poor goat didn't know what hit him. He let out a tormented "baaaaa" in pain and fell to the ground.
Bellaire should have been pleased to see Stan incapacitated. Instead, somewhere deep with in her, she felt sorrow for Stan's agony. She knelt beside the goat and proceeded to comfort the now unconscious Stan.
As she lay there holding Stan's horned head in her lap something strange happened. Not that everything that had happened in the immediate past hadn't been strange. This was something altogether weird. There was no ointments or wild sex play occurring, yet, as Bellaire felt love instead of lust, as she remebered how she had always cared for Stan, a tremendous transformation began.
The huge breasts with their dark nipples began to shrink and in their place Bellaire's chest grew strong and hard pectoral muscles. All over her body the masculine presence of Billy was starting to reassert itself. Bellaire was becoming male again, but a male beyond any Billy could have imagined.
Billy let Stan's head down softly to the ground and stood up from where he had been sitting. He felt power surge through his entire being. Muscle grew across his frame and his satyr attributes heightened as he became taller and his shoulders became broader. As a short time passed Bellaire was gone and Satyr Bill took her place. He bleated loudly into the afternoon air. "I am satyr!"
Stan moaned and the awesome satyr looked down to the goat. " Now, I must help Stan!" And so he did. He bent his digitrade legs and kneeled down beside Stan. He lifted the goat and turned him over until Stan's hindquarters were propped up. Then he spit in his large and hairy hand. He smeared the spittle down the length of his incredible shaft. He felt the power of his thick and glorious satyrhood. He pulled and rubbed on himself harder and harder until his throbbing organ was as stiff as yew trunk. He was producing copious amounts of precum. He felt so wonderful he almost got carried away with himself and forgot his purpose. He shook his handsome head and went back to the pleasure at hand. He smeared a great dollop of his sweet satyr pre-cream up and down the goat's grey-haired crack and then he pushed a finger into the goat's orafice. Stan moaned again but stayed in place.
Then the newly transformed goat-stud did what came most naturally. He followed the urges of his God, Pan, and proceeded to hammer the goats inside with his massive satyr tool. He was able to push his member in so far that the goat rose from the ground and woke in confusion. Stan baa-ed as he rode Satyr Bill's thrusting hot poker.
As Bill continued to thrust so hard and fast the magic that had earlier transformed him--through his love for his friend--started to enact a powerful transformation upon Stan. He, too, was regaining his true masculine bearing. The hair that had covered his entire quadruped form began to recede and Bill noticed with great pleasure that his friend was becoming his twin. The muscle grew in and the frame lengthened. The goat legs became thicker and stronger as Stan's long thin goathood became as thick and long as Bill's. The now hot and harder tool bobbed up and down against Stan's incredible abdominal muscles as Bill plowed him still faster and harder.
Soon Stan had become so muck like Bill that even Bill's powerful organ wasn't capable of holding the new satyr off the ground. Bill leaned forward and the two fell to the ground only inches below where they had stood. Stan lay chest down on the grass of the pasture. He held his horned head up and looked back to Bill in wide-eyed wonder. He had never felt such amazing pleasure and he did not want that pleasure to end. "Oh! Fuck me, Satyr Stud! Give me all of your satyrhood. Fill me with your magical cream!"
Nearby the goat herd had assembled around the two and watched in a dazed amazemet as their distant cousins performed bestial acts of fabulous dexterity and flexibility.
Bill pushed himself into Stan until it felt that the two had become one large piston pumping up and down in passionate glee. Stan bleated in pleasure. He looked back at the great muscular stud who was screwing hin. "Billy, is that you?"
Bill nooded and grinned bearing his fine array of bright white teeth and licking his long pink tongue across them. "Not Billy any more. I'm Bill now."
"Whatever, Dude, you're the finest piece of sex I've ever seen!" Stan bleated in to the air and laughed out loud.
"Don't look now, Stan, but you're just as much of a stud as I am." Bill kept fucking like it was his only purpose. "Stan, except for your way cool face, you are identical to me now. We're satyrs, Dude!"
"Cool, but could you concentrate on really getting me off. My huge cock needs release--Now!!"
So, for a good hour more Bill worked to shoot his special seed. He knew that once he did the two would be bonded as satyrs. He was just at the peak of unloading massive gobs of satyr cum into his big buddy, he was just at that point when the two friends would lock into place as horndog lovers and shoot in unison, when he heard a loud noise behind him. Both satyrs turned their great horned heads to see something outrageous and that was when . . .