Ty pulls himself away from the huge satyr standing before him, with a blush rushing into his cheeks. He glances to his left, at the prone witch, still half-conscious and sex-addled. He's a prisoner, after all. She tricked him and collared him and put him into her service. Perhaps, if this satyr is willing to give Ty an out... Growing cloven legs and horns doesn't seem like that big of a price to pay, does it?
His eyes return to the imposing figure before him. He manages to avoid staring directly at the satyr's crotch, forcing himself to stare into those dark, deep eyes. "Okay," Ty murmurs. He raises a hand to scratch the back of his head. He's slowly becoming self-conscious of his nudity, and of his soft, somewhat-average cock, but none of the satyrs in the clearing really seem to be paying attention. "You can make me a satyr. Will it hurt?"
"Depends how rough you want me to be." Rylan reaches out with one outstretched hand, and Ty hesitantly takes it. His hand feels so small and soft in the satyr's large, rough palm, but he takes it all the same. The two walk over to a small edge of the clearing, under the shade of a tall oak.
Rylan steps forward and sits down at the base of the tree. He spreads his legs and leans back, placing both hands behind his head and showing off the bush of dark fur under each arm as well as around his thick, uncut cock. Ty's eyes fall onto the shaft, getting a good look at it for the first time. It's at least nine or ten inches long, two inches or so in diameter, and rests flat against his tight stomach.
Ty doesn't need instruction. He strides forward and steps over Rylan's legs before sitting down in the satyr's lap, chest-to-chest with the huge satyr. He swallows nervously as he felt the thick cock press against his puckered ass, and breathes in sharply.
One of Rylan's hands rests on Ty's hip while the other grasped his own cock, angling it against the boy's ass. Ty lets out a loud cry as he suddenly lowers himself down, sinking three full inches of the huge satyr manhood in his asshole. He gasps, beginning to breathe swiftly and shallowly as he slowly eases himself even deeper on that shaft.
"You like that?" Rylan's voice, once soft, has fallen into a husky growl. His hand tightens on Ty's hip and he forces the young wizard farther down on his cock. "You'll be a good little satyr for me, I think...can't wait to see your tight ass with a cute little tail, hm?"
Ty's heart is beating faster and faster with each passing second. His asshole is clenching tighter than he thought possible around the huge cock driving into him...but, all the same, that stretching feeling is sending new crests of pleasure through his body. Despite himself, he feels his cock hardening between his own legs. Ty reaches forward for stability and finds his hands on Rylan's massive horns, which he grabs a hold of.
Ty begins to bounce slightly, lifting his hips up to ease part of that cock out of his tight ass, but then dropping himself down, forcing that satyr cock even deeper into his passage than before. "F-fuck..." Ty spits out, exhaling shakily as he tries to steady himself. "Ah..."
Rylan lets out a grunt and his grip tightens even more. He holds Ty still and begins to thrust upward, driving his monstrous cock deep in the boy's ass, even more than when Ty lowered himself. "Moan for me, bitch," he growls. "Moan when you take my cock."
Ty loses track of time. He focuses only on the sensation of that cock, sinking deeper and deeper into his asshole. They're both left sweaty and nearly exhausted when Rylan hits his peak, hips slapping against Ty's ass as he buries his manhood balls-deep with every thrust. Finally, Rylan gives a few final thrusts, the muscles across his form clench, and his cock begins pumping ropes of cum deep in Ty's asshole.
A natural high rushes through Ty's mind as he cums as well, giving a few small squirts onto Rylan's chest. He lifts his chin and gazes up at the sky, exhaling slowly.
Then, the changes begin. It's an odd feeling, your hair growing so quickly so densely he can feel it breaking the skin. It tickles more than it hurts, but, if it weren't for Ty's newfound euphoria, he'd be sure to be scratching his legs like mad. All the same, he watches with avid curiosity as fur grows all across his legs, covering much of his ass and stopping just short of his hips. Hair grows across his crotch as well, not quite as much as Rylan's or dense enough to be considered fur, but hair all the same. He even gets a small patch in the middle of his chest, again a minor detail compared to the coat over Rylan's pecs.
Then, a burning pain in his head. Ty's hands grip Rylan's horns even tighter and his legs clench against the satyr's sides, every muscle in his body tense as the burning continues. After a few seconds, he recognizes two distinct hotspots of agony, one on each side of his forehead... He feels a wrenching, twisting pain in his skull, and then, the pain ends abruptly. Ty releases one of Rylan's horns and feels around his forehead with hesitant, probing fingers. He feels two protrusions of bone- his horns. Of course. They're far smaller than he expected, basically just the little cones on the heads of cartoon devils, but they still have little goat-like ribs.
Then, the searing pain continues. Ty cries out and sinks deeper in Rylan's lap, feeling the huge satyr's balls press against his asscheeks as he takes the entire cock in his asshole. His feet seem to break and twist with each passing moment, reconfiguring and adjusting. Mercifully, the pain soon fades and is replaced by an odd, your-foot-has-fallen-asleep-after-you-sat-on-it-for-too-long feeling. Ty exhales softly as he lowers his gaze to his own feet, only to see two dark hooves.
The changes all stop after a few moments. Ty meets Rylan's eyes, and the larger satyr breaks out into a smirk. "You'll like the hooves soon enough, I think," he murmurs, leaning forward to press his mouth against Ty's ear. "Just wait until I introduce you to the others."
Ty smiles and forces himself up. The thick cock gradually eases out of his ass, eventually coming to slap against Rylan's hairy belly with a wet slap. "Maybe I will," he replies softly, lying down beside Rylan and spooning up against the larger satyr's side.