"Well," the satyr said, scratching behind his head. "I was thinking maybe I could hide...in your body for a while."
"Whoa!" John exclaimed. "That's a little personal, don't you think? I don't even know your name, dude."
"That's none of your business," the satyr hissed. "This is only because I have no other options."
"Your name is none of my business? It must be something embarrassing. What is it, Leslie?"
The satyr sighed. "Look, this isn't what you're thinking. Something happened when I did that...thing...to make you an orc. This is just a guess, but you must have some hidden ability or talent for magic. You probably didn't realize it or mean to, but you broke through the spell I put on you. I've been going back and forth between my world and yours for a long time now, and I've never seen anyone with the level of latent magic you have."
John stood with his mouth open. "I have magic powers? That must be how I was able to change back to human those few times."
The satyr nodded. "That's why I was so shocked when you said that. You were supposed to be an orc forever. That's why I'm suggesting this. If we merge our bodies, I can help you tap into your power. It will help me replenish myself and also make you one of the most powerful things on this planet."
John snorted. "Of course. I already can't go outside looking like this, why don't I add a goat to the mix? Great idea."
The satyr was about to say something, but he instead quietly moaned and nearly fell off his hooves. "Look, I don't have much time left. If I go, the both of you are stuck the way you are forever. Please, I swear on my mother's grave, this won't be bad for you."
He was clearly weak. Or was he? Was this a trick by the satyr to re-curse him, or worse? He seemed sincere, but was this just an act by the satyr to get back at John? John frowned. If he really did have the power to break the satyr's curse, he could probably deal with anything he had up his sleeve. Probably.
John sighed. The offer of magic powers was too good. "Fine, I'll do it. But I swear to God, goatman, you try anything funny and I'll rip you out of this body and cut your nuts off."
The satyr smiled, relieved. "Thanks, John. This means a lot to me. I swear, I won't stay a second longer than I have to."
"Whatever you say, Leslie."
Closing his eyes, the satyr muttered a few words to himself, charging up the spell. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and shouted a word loudly. John was about to shush the satyr when the satyr began to glow with yellow light. Its body seemed to dissolve, leaving behind a glowing figure in the shape of the satyr. Suddenly, the body slammed in to John's. John groaned as he absorbed the light. Warmth spread throughout his orc body, leaving behind a feeling of pleasure. John fell off his feet, shaking the floor with a thud as he hit the ground.
Within a few seconds, John felt a change coming over his body. His thick green feet began to lose sensitivity and harden, as his legs sprouted thick fur. He was becoming an orc-satyr. His ears were growing a little, sharpening to a point at the top. But the strongest sensation that John felt came from within. It seemed as though a tidal wave was moving through his body, pushing untold power throughout all of his cells. It was his awakening magic abilities. The addition of the satyr's spirit had amplified and activated his latent magic abilities. And John felt amazing, like he could do anything.
John was still staring with wonder at his new body when his bedroom door suddenly opened. Startled, John dove under the covers, stumbling on unfamiliar legs. Brian poked his bull's head into his room. "Babe, are you all right?" He asked with a groggy voice. "I heard some yelling and I felt something crash."
"Uh, I'm fine," John said. For some reason, he had made a snap judgment to hide the deal he had made with the satyr from Brian. "I was having a bad dream, I think. I fell out of bed," John said, thinking fast.
Brian chuckled. "That's what you get for eating junk food before bed. Don't put a hole in the floor, OK? We're already going to have a hard time explaining fur clogs to our landlord." Brian's large head disappeared and the door closed.
John sprang out of bed. His body was now swimming with magic current, just begging to be tried out, so there was no going back to sleep. He was itching to try out a magic spell, but what could he do?