You were a bit taken aback by the satyr’s sudden request. “I’m sorry, do what?”
“Remove your human clothing,” the satyr repeats, chuckling a little. “You are far too overdressed for this heat.” You begin to realize that the satyr isn’t entirely wrong. It is quite hot, and your clothes are completely drenched with sweat. It would be nice to get out of them, if only for a little while. Reluctantly, you remove your clothes and set them on a tree stump nearby. Once you are fully naked, the satyr nods his head in approval.
“You must be hungry after wandering in the forest,” he says. “Won’t you join our picnic? We have plenty of food and wine to go around!” You’re about to refuse the offer, but your stomach growls. The satyr laughs and wraps his arm around your shoulder, guiding you to the picnic.
As you walk, you can’t help but admire the satyr’s appearance. You noticed his athletic build when he first approached you, but you didn’t notice how well his shaggy brown hair, piercing green eyes, and sun kissed skin complemented his look. You had to admit that he was quite attractive.
You sit down at the picnic blanket and look at the wide variety of food laid out before you. There’s ham, a full turkey, loaves of bread, numerous bottles of wine, and much, much more. The whole thing looks more like a Thanksgiving dinner rather than a picnic. As the other satyrs around you begin to resume what they were doing before you arrived, the satyr from before approaches you with a goblet in his hand, offering it to you.
“Drink,” he says. “You must be parched.” You can’t lie: you are pretty thirsty. You thank the satyr before taking the cup from his hands and taking a sip, only to be caught off guard by the taste of wine instead of water. You’ve never been much of a wine drinker, so it doesn’t taste all that good to you. Nevertheless, you down the contents of your goblet and set it down next to you before grabbing some food and beginning to eat.
“My my, you really were hungry,” the satyr laughs, watching you tear a leg off the turkey and begin to eat it. He looks down at your chest and watches with a smile as your form begins to slim down and your stomach fat begins to waste away, leaving you with an athletic build and a well cut set of abs. He refills your goblet with wine, and you drink the contents again. To your surprise, the wine tastes a bit better. Was this a different wine than the first one?
“I never introduced myself, did I?” the satyr asks rhetorically. “My name is Tykas. It is a pleasure to meet you, human.”
“Likewise,” you say before biting into an apple.
“Now, if you don’t mind me asking, what is a human like you doing out in the woods? It isn’t very often that one of your kind wanders into our territory.”
You swallow the piece of the apple you had in your mouth before speaking. “I got lost,” you explain. “A couple of friends dared me to go in here, and before I knew it, I was lost.” You reach over and pour yourself another cup of wine. This wine tastes better than the one you just had!
When you finish your third goblet, you notice that Tykas is looking your body up and down, a grin on his face. When he realizes you’ve caught him staring at your naked body, he begins to laugh. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he says. “You have quite the attractive body, so it’s hard not to look.”
“You’re just saying that to be nice,” you say with a chuckle. You pour another goblet of wine and drink it, amazed at how the wine somehow tastes even better than the last cup. “Am I grabbing a different wine each time? This tastes a lot better than the last three cups I had.”
Tykas laughs and shakes his head. “No, we only have one type of wine with us,” the satyr says. “Your tastes are just refining.” You give the satyr a puzzled look. “‘My tastes are refining?’ What does that even…” Your voice trails off as your eyes fall onto your nude body. Unsure if you’re just imagining things, you run a hand along your new abs, only to shudder slightly at how sensitive your skin suddenly is.
“See? I told you that you had an attractive body,” the satyr says. He reaches over and runs his hand along your abs, and you let out another soft moan. Your face turns red as the satyr gently caresses your pecs.
“Did…did you…do this to me…?” You ask, your breathing beginning to quicken. Tykas grins, reaching up and running his fingers through your hair. “No, that was the food and the wine that gave you that body. I haven’t changed you at all…” The satyr then leans in close and whispers in your ear. “…unless you want me to.”
You squirm a little upon hearing Tykas speak in such a sensual manner. The satyr laughs, reaching over and cupping your cheek in his hand. “You’re adorable when you’re nervous,” he says, stroking your face softly. “I can only imagine how sexy you’d look with goat ears and a pair of horns like mine. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?“
You aren’t sure how to react to the satyr’s advances. You can only let out a slight moan as he pushes you down onto a nearby blanket, pinning your wrists down as he looks down at you. “You know, once you come into this forest, there’s no way out,” Tykas says. “I’m sorry to have to tell you that, but I don’t think you’ll want to go back when you hear my offer.”
“A-And what’s your offer…?” you ask quietly. The satyr leans in close to your ear. “Join me,” he whispers sensually. “Become my lover, and we’ll enjoy centuries of fucking, drinking, and partying. There will be incredible satyr orgies every day for as long as you live. All you have to do is say yes.”