Emily heard loud noises from beyond the barn. Bessie, one of her prize nanny goats was bleating loudly. Emily was shocked to she the satyr mounting Bessie. Although her cries were loud, Bessie seemed to be clearly enjoying herself. For a moment, Emily remembered how much pleasure she felt at the sayr's rod. "Just a lick and I'd be one with HIM. Mind and BODY!" she thought.
Another loud bleat from Bessie shock Emily back to reality. She was human, and wanted to stay that way (atleast she thought). She need to protect herself.
Emily ran to the closet and pulled out her father's shotgun. She was thankful that it was already loaded. She held it in hands, ready to protect herself and locked the doors and windows.
Emily ran to her computer and logged on. "Satyrs are mythical creatures. They're not real." She said to the empty room. A few searches found the usual definitions of creatues who worshiped Pan, a minor god of wine. They were legendary for their feasts and orgies.
Emily became more fearful of the creature outside. She knew she needed help. "Daddy won't be home for hours," she thought.
On impulse, Emily picked up the phone and dialed.
Tami answered. The two had been friends for years and shared everything.
"Tami?" Emily said in a quivering voice.
"What's wrong?" her friend asked.
"Everything," Emily stammered. "There's .... something... really bad here. I don't know what to do. Can you help me?"
"I'll be right over," Tami repled. She hung up the phone, not waitng for a reply. She didn't hear Emily protest and warn her to stay away.
Emily qickly dialed Tami's cell phone, but only got voicemail. She'd have to think of some way to keep her friend away. Maybe there was some way to scare that beast away. Emily did some more searching on the internet. She found some bizzare sites with pictures and stories about satyrs (and satyresses) that's what they called the female ones.
A picture of one satyress caught her attention. She was tall and shapely, with large full breasts and sensual curves. Emily found herself getting more and more aroused. She fingered her pussy as it, again began to leak stayr cum and stared at the satyress' long horns, furry,pointed ears and goat legs. She came as she thought of her own body taking that form and a life of endless passion.
Emily heard the sound of cloven hooves striking the floor of the porch outside. Laying the shotgun on the floor, Emily walked to the door. HE was there. His large form was clearly visible through the curtians that covered the window. Emily's heart was pounding in her chest as she reached for the lock. She shuddered as she turned the latch and clicked it open.
Pushing the door aside, the satyr stode into the room. Emily dropped her robe and presented her body to him. His long cock was fully erect. The satyr looked at it and then eyed Emily.
"It's beautiful," she thought. Emily was overcome by a desire to lick the satyr's cock, taste his seed, consume it, have it in her. It would complete her, make her a sexy creature like the one she masturbated to. Make her his mate to walk with him in a richer world of sensuality and raw passion.
Emily kneeled before him, her mate, and smiled nervously up at him as she took his long rod in her hands. A drop of yellow cum made its way from the tip. Emily licked at it playfully. The salty fluid settled on her lips. She found the taste quite pleasing as her human mind slipped away. Emily licked his shaft and large balls, savoring both the taste of they offered and the moans of pleasure erupting from HIM. Proud of her abilities, Emily opened her mouth wide and sucked the satyr's cock into her throat. He thrust it into her with loud grunts and bleats. Finally, he shot a huge load into Emily's willing mouth. She swallowed mouthful after mouthful of his stream. Then rubbed a finger over her lips and chin to collect the few drops that had escaped her.
The cum settled into her system and began to effect its change.
Emily felt a sharp pain in her forehead as horns sprouted there. Her hearing imporoved and she carefully ran a finger over her ear and felt it rise to point and become furry. She ran to the full length mirror so as not to miss what was to come.
Her hair was much longer, down to her wiast. It darkened into a chestnut brown as her doe like eyes also turned a dark brown hue.
Her breasts swelled to DDD proportions but retained and undeniable firmness. Emily pleasured herself by caressing her sensitive nipples and smiled with glee as brown fur erupted below her waist. Her heels rose from the floor as her legs reformed into a goatlike shape. A burning sensation in her rump was followed by a lovely little tail.
Emily shook out her long mane, allowing her ears and horns to poke though and stode back to the satyr on her new, cloven hooves. She embraced him and rubbed her hot body against his, one with him in mind and body.
But she realized that more passion would have to wait as her keen hearing alerted her to Tami's car pulling down the long, gravel driveway.