As you try and remember which way you came from, a strange sound catches your attention. It almost sounds like…music? You pause to listen to your surroundings, just to make sure you aren’t hearing things. Sure enough, there is music coming from somewhere nearby.
Curiosity getting the better of you, you decide to investigate and begin to walk towards the source of the music. Who on earth would be playing music in this forest? Could it be one of the many people who have gone missing in the past? Mind filled with questions, you continue to follow the melody into the forest.
It isn’t long before the trees begin to thin and open up to a wide grove, filled with lush, thick green grass. Near the center is a large, thick trunked oak tree that stretches upwards into the canopy. However, this isn’t what draws your attention.
Sitting beneath the oak tree is a figure with a toned, sun tanned chest and a mop of shaggy brown hair. He has his eyes closed as he plays a set of panpipes, a small smile on his face as he does so. You can also make out the beginning of a goatee behind the pipes. You begin to approach the young man, only to stop when you get a good look at his bottom half.
Instead of a normal pair of legs, the young man has a pair of goat legs, complete with black hooves and brown shaggy fur. Poking out from his hair are a small pair of horns, and his ears appear to be pointed. A bit of brown fur is growing on his forearms as well. It doesn’t take you long to realize that the “young man” is actually a satyr!
You find yourself completely mesmerized, completely in awe at the sight before you. You had thought that satyrs were just mythical creatures from Greek mythology like minotaurs and nymphs, yet here was living, breathing proof that they were real.
The satyr finishes playing his song and opens his eyes, giving you a friendly smile when he sees you.
“I wasn’t expecting to have an audience,” he says with a slight chuckle as he sets down his pipes. “Please, come and take a seat.”
You feel a bit hesitant at first, but you figure that it wouldn’t hurt to sit with the satyr for a bit. He seems friendly enough. You make your way over to the satyr and sit down in the grass in front of him.
“It’s not often that I see humans in these woods,” the young satyr says. “Would you care for a drink?”
You are about to decline the satyr’s offer when you suddenly realize how thirsty you are. You suppose it has been a while since you’ve last gotten something to drink.
“Uh…I guess I could go for a drink,” you respond, which earns a smile from the young satyr. He proceeds to reach to his left and pull a waterskin from what you assume to be a belt that he had taken off. He undoes the cap and takes a sip from the waterskin before holding it out to you. You take the waterskin from the satyr and lift it up to your lips. As the liquid inside hits your tongue, your eyes widen at the wonderfully sweet flavor. It doesn’t taste like any wine that you’ve had before! In fact, it almost tastes like juice!
The satyr laughs at your expression. “It appears that you like my wine, human,” he says. “Please, drink as much as you like!”
You take a few more gulps of wine from the waterskin before reluctantly taking it away from your lips and handing it back to the satyr.
“I’m sorry I drank so much,” you say, feeling a bit guilty for acting like a pig in front of someone you’ve only just met. “I guess I was a lot thirstier than I thought.”
The satyr laughs and shakes his head. “No need to apologize!” he says. “If anything, I take it as a compliment that you drank so much! It means that my wine-making has improved! Oh, where are my manners? My name is Zekias. A pleasure to meet you, human.” Zekias holds out his hand, and you shake it.
“So, what brings an attractive man like yourself out here to the forest?” the satyr asks curiously.
“I came here to investigate the various…hang on a second, what did you say?”
Zekias chuckles and leans forward, placing a hand on your cheek and caressing it softly. “I asked, dummy, what brings an attractive young man out here to the forest.” The satyr proceeds to pull you a bit closer to him, which you don’t find yourself objecting to in the slightest. Before you knew it, Zekias’ arms were around you, pulling you in for a deep, passionate kiss. At first, you’re completely unsure how to react, but as the kiss goes on, you can feel yourself beginning to melt into the kiss. After what felt like an eternity, the two of you broke the kiss.
Zekias chuckles as he runs his fingers through your short, well kept hair. “Something I forgot to mention to you is that my wine has a bit of a…side effect,” he says. “My wine can make anyone horny after just a small sip, and after drinking as much as you did, you must feel more aroused than you ever thought possible.”
It’s only now that you realize how ridiculous hard you are. You have a rather large erection creating a tent in your pants, and a small wet spot from the precum that had leaked out was visible. You feel incredibly embarrassed and try to move away from Zekias, but he stops you.
“Why do you turn away?” the satyr asks. “There is no need to be embarrassed or ashamed.”
“I…I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t have kissed you or gotten carried away like that,” you respond sheepishly. “It’s just that…men don’t typically do that kind of thing with other men…you know?”
“Well, I’m not exactly a ‘man’, now am I?” Zekias asks rhetorically. “And you don’t have to be either.”
“What do you mean?” you ask.
Zekias proceeds to lean in close and whisper into your ear. “Give yourself up to the spirit of the forest and become one with him. Become a satyr, like me, and you’ll spend hundreds of years drinking, partying, and fucking. There will never be a dull day in your life. All you have to do is say the word…”