Rob was finding it hard to master his emotions, as he sniffed at Melanie’s perfume. He grabbed hold of her shoulders, startling his girlfriend.
“Honey… I’m sorry. The thought of you was helping me to slow down…the change… I shouldn’t have brought you here! Now I need you… Please! Stop me from going gay like the others…”
“I’ll help you, Rob,” Melanie whispered in a daze. “I love you… Whatever changed you, I still care for you…! And I’m not sharing you with anyone!”
Rob started to unbutton Melanie’s blouse, and she dropped her handbag, before undoing the belt of her trousers. Moments later, she kicked off her shoes and socks, and Rob was helping her out of her undies. The only thing she left on was a talisman that she’d acquired from a wise old woman some time ago…
Rob and Melanie’s lips met each other, and then her fingers were exploring the surface of her boyfriend’s new form - his pecs, his goat-like legs, the thin beard, and his now-pointed ears. She reached further down, and found a little tail starting to emerge from his hirsute buttocks.
Once they were done with the foreplay, Melanie was finding herself drawn to Rob’s erect male hood. She tried to tear herself away from the sight…
“No!” Rob forced Melanie to look him in the eyes. “Somehow, I understand what’s happening! If you take me there, you’ll become a male satyr, also!”
“Can’t have that…” Melanie shook her head, smiling. “I want to be your lady - always.” She wrapped her arms around Rob’s firm body, and guided him inside her.
They lowered themselves to the floor of the Conference Room, locked together. As Rob’s tail and horns grew outwards, completing his transformation, Melanie physically travelled along the same road he’d taken. Her light-brown hair, which just reached past her neck, now lengthened to her shoulder blades. Melanie’s legs began to itch, as the bones grated - and then her toes fused together with the hardening balls of her feet, even as her heels shrank. Rob’s hands brushed the emergent fur below his friend’s waist, as well as a short curly tail - and as they climaxed together, he saw Melanie’s horns and her now-pointed ears grow into place.
With a heavy sigh of satisfaction, Rob disengaged himself. He stretched his form out on the floor, to rest awhile. Melanie snuggled herself next to him, giggling. Rob pulled her close. His hooves stroked the dense new-grown goat hair on his partner’s legs.
Melanie was now a satyress. She had become his kindred.
“Well…” She managed to find her voice. “That’s not how I’d planned to lose my virginity.”
“Nor me,” Rob admitted. He sat up with her. Melanie was examining herself and Rob with liquid-brown eyes that had been blue before. She ran her shaking hands through her furred legs, and pinched at the cloven hooves she now possessed.
Rob thought that she was now more attractive than she’d been as a human, and told her so. He kissed her below one of her short horns. “How do you feel?”
“Like I’m full of energy, Rob! This body…feels weird - but somehow, it seems right! I guess I don’t need to worry about shaving my legs ever again…” She tittered, then her gaze met Rob’s. “YOU look right, darling - especially now that your equipment’s covered up by your fur!”
Rob smiled. He noticed that Melanie’s slim buxom hadn’t been increased by her transformation. That was fine by him.
“Do you feel better now, my gorgeous one?” Melanie rubbed her fingers through his beard.
He nodded. “Much. But the thought of Dave and his cronies transforming anyone else against their will with their acts… Urgh! Strange. I get the sense I should be his mindless, gay servant, now. But I’m not!”
“Neither am I! I’m nobody’s tool… Whoa!” Melanie trailed off, as both of them saw, for an instant, a glow of light come from the talisman still draped over her chest.
“What is that, Mel?”
“This is a talisman of protection against the evil eye, Rob,” she admitted. “I wear it for good luck. I’m… I’m a Wiccan, Rob.”
“Oh.” He smiled, and lazily tickled Melanie’s twitching ears. “Look’s like your protection has worked to preserve our inner humanity!”
They got up together, and took their first hoof steps as satyrs. Slowly, they got their balance. Rob then told Melanie all he knew about Dave and the transformations that had unfolded in the office.
“I sensed something bad about Dave when I last saw him.” Melanie scowled. “I sense he’s behind this. Somehow he’s unleashed some chaotic magic, and is spreading it throughout the building! The issue is …are we like him, or not?”
Rob reflected on this, then kissed Melanie’s cheek. “I only have the hots for you, sweetheart. And right now, I don’t want to act like a demented satyr! I just wish to punch the living daylights out of that idiot, Dave.”
Melanie smiled. They were as one in spirit. “Then let’s stop our riotous brothers, my darling - and hit them where it counts!”
Holding hands together, the naked satyr couple left behind their clothes. They unlocked the door to the toilets and stepped outside into the corridor…