Ian was caught up in the thrill of his strong and sesual satyr body. Running as never before he admired his speed and agility.
In minutes he had run deep into the dark forest and looking around felt quite at home. Stopping along a small creek he sat down on his now shaggy furred butt. Adjusting his tail due to some discomfort he leaned to one elbow and contemplated his place in the forest.
Suddenly a sound of something moving was picked up by his keen ability to hear. Out from the bushes came a large doe. She sniffed his scent and stepped forward with no care. Ian watched as the doe drank from the creek, her ears flicking she looked so nice.
Ian stood up but the doe never flenched. As he stood there she crossed the creek and came close to Ian. Reaching her nose close she sniffed Ian's furry sheath. As her long pick tongue poked out she in a second gave an affectionate lick to his sheath.
The beastial desires of the Satyr he was made his cock sprout quick and erect. The shaft was waving in the air stiff and hard as the doe licked her tongue on the bulbous end.
A shiver of sexual thrill roared down Ian's body. He stroked her soft furry back. His hand moved down and a finger traced her anus and around her dripping vagina.
A half step from the doe brought her hindquarters to stand ready and waiting the satyr. It took less than a second for Ian to enter the doe's sex. Her warmth welcomed his sheft and he humped her with wild satyr delight.
As Ian's balls churned he felt a strange and new feeling in his chest. The force of this load surprised him as he had so enjoyed gay sex with Dan he found himself enjoying a male female relationship too.
As her need calmed and his load spewed he stepped back from his new desire. Now the strange feeling in his chest showed itself o the light of day. His having sex with both female and animal made the animal side of his form mature a little more.
Lookin at his chest and belly he now was totally covered in shaggy goatish hair from the neck down to his waist. In fact he was all covered in goat hair and looked more goat than satyr now.
Ruffling the chest hair with his nimble finger he quickly lost any worry or fear. Sitting again he watched the doe graze and soon found it to be a mindless desire to pass the long day.