Steve is really enjoying the blowjob from George when a flash of light startles them. One of the college friends has taken a photo of George working my cock. That asshole says, "George, I'm going to send this picture to everyone so that they know how much you love horse cock!"
George sighs. "That's my roommate, Adam. I wasn't going to bring him along to the celebration like this, but he invited himself. He's always such a little prick!"
Steve smiles and lean forward to kiss him. "I think we all know assholes like that."
George blushes and mumbles, "But he's right, I do love your horse cock."
"So, George, if you had grown up a satyr, what type would you want to be?"
"Oh, I don't know. Being a horse like you would be fun, but I don't know if I'd always want to be the center of attention. Maybe a dog satyr?"
Steve pulls out my phone and turn on awareness for George. He generates the sentence "George fantasizes about being a dog satyr."
Steve changes "fantasizes" to "knows". George yelps as his body changes into an irish setter satyr. He stands and takes in his new body. His tail starts thumping against the stall as he caresses his dog cock for the first time.
"How?"
"Oh, just a little birthday present."
"But I have memories of growing up as a satyr! But I wasn't one before, was I?"
"Nope. I was in this weird curio shop that had a code to activate an app that could change reality. Who'd have thought, eh?"
George throws his arms around Steve's neck, pinning their cocks between their bodies. He begins licking Steve's face like an over-excited dog. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
As Steve scratches George's floppy dog ears, a weird look comes across George's face, and he reached back to rub a spot between his shoulder blades. "When I changed, my parents took me to a vet, who microchipped me."
"At least they didn't neuter you!", Steve says as he hefts George's larger scrotum. "It's not all fun and games being a satyr, but I think you'll find it has its advantages. Oh--there's one last part of your present."
Steve targets Adam with the app and turns on awareness for Adam as well. He shows George what he's doing and tells him to pretend not to notice any changes about Adam when they occur. Targeting Adam, the app comes up with an absolute beauty of a sentence:
"Adam is ogling a rabbit satyr."
Steve deletes the word "ogling", knowing that bunnies have the reputation of being the ultimate bottoms, with insatiable asses always craving to be filled with dick. Steve knew the rabbit satyr Adam has been ogling--the bar's waiter, Timmy. Timmy said that was true, but that by their late teens, they should have learned how to control their lusts. As adults, they were really only wanton sluts when drugs or alcohol messed up their self control.
Steve shoos George out of the stall and directs him to lounge against the wall to display his erection. He joins George. "Just be cool. This will be great revenge."
They hear a commotion from the bar proper. Suddenly, the door bangs open, and there is Adam, now a short, blond rabbit satyr. His face is flushed, and he's obviously having trouble standing on his new paws, and he uses the wall to help him walk over to Steve and George.
"George! You gotta help me! All the other guys insist that I've always been a satyr, but you know that's not right, don't you?"
As Adam became aware of our erections, he stops ranting and begins honest-to-god drooling as he stares at us. Steve's seen a lot of guys overcome with lust, but never a case this bad.
George collects some of the precum from his dick and flicks it at Adam. "What do you mean? You have always been a satyr, at least since puberty! Don't you remember all those time you've begged me to fuck you?"