You hear a strange noise coming from your mother’s room. Fortunately, the upstairs hallway is carpeted, so you can sneak closer to her closed door. You take a quick look behind you, then remove the ski cap, revealing your curved horns and pointed ears. You gingerly lean against the door.
What you hear is the distinct sound of your mother gasping and moaning, as if she’s having sex.
You quickly skedaddle back to your room and close your door behind you -- you do not want to think about your mother that way. Your father is out of town on a business trip, so obviously your mother is masturbating. But you’ve never heard noises like that in this house, even when Dad is home.
You sit down on your bed with the spell book, still open to the satyr page. Something in the description of satyrs, which you skipped previously, catches your eye.
...lovers of wine, women, and dancing, and as followers of Dionysus, they were ready for every physical pleasure at all times. It was sometimes claimed that satyrs had the magical ability to control women’s thoughts and feelings, perhaps using what would now be called “pheromones,” or by playing their flute or pan pipes, or merely with the sound of their voice.
You reread that passage -- it would explain a lot about what had happened at dinner. Your mother must have gotten a dose of your pheromones on her hand, and then sat there all through dinner having them waft toward her. And you were able to get her to let you keep your hat on, using your voice. Nothing seemed to work on Nick, though, apparently because he’s male.
Another tradition holds that satyrs’ seed holds magical transformation properties; stories exist of satyrs changing plain-looking women into beautiful nymphs, or into female satyrs, as well as doing the same for human males.
You shake your head at that. Something else on the page catches your eye.
Depictions of satyrs would include a goat-like phallus, generally large, sometimes comically so.
Now that’s something you didn’t check out earlier. You pull down the sweatpants. It takes you a second to find what you’re looking for, since it’s in a sheath that’s fairly well-disguised by your fur. You tentatively give the sheath a stroke with one hand.
It’s almost like magic -- well, maybe it is magic. You feel a shiver run through your body as the penis emerges from the sheath. And it keeps emerging -- you find yourself getting hornier and hornier as its size increases. You can feel your pulse pounding in it. You start stroking it as it continues to grow.
You focus on the Avengers movie poster on your wall, and specifically Scarlett Johansson. She’s not showing much skin in her Black Widow costume, but it is very pleasantly tight to show off her womanly figure, and her large breasts in particular. You’re too lost in pleasure to notice the growth finally stopping, with your erect penis about a foot long and with a big enough diameter that it’s almost too big to wrap your hands around. No, all you notice is your climax building and building, until suddenly you explode.
Post-orgasm, you have to take a few deep breaths with your eyes closed. You think, Hmm, being a satyr does have possibilities...
You open your eyes and see where your amazing volume of semen landed.