Joel had for six years delivered Pizza to this and other apartments on the South side of town. Tonight hand until this moment been as all others. As he finished his delivery to apartment E-6 a door quacked open to a dark and unlighted apartment.
"Come, come to me oh thou man amoung men!" chidded the satyress from in the dark room.
Joel had many a time been invited into a dark room just like this for a quick roll with a horny female. This seemed just perfect of timing as this stop was his last on the route, and last for his shift.
Opening the door slowly Joel peered into the dark room only to see the odd reflection pouring off Amy's golden yellow pupils. "Damn what honey colored eyes you have there darlin'" said Joel.
"Come in and pleasure me as I you, I'm in dire need!" beconed Amy.
Joel stepped inside the room and closed the door with one hand as the other began to pop loose buttons on his shirt. As the latch clicked shut the only sound was Amy's heavy breathing and the rustling soft sound of Joel's clothes going to the floor.
Now the room was as black as if he was in a cavern. Thin soft hands began to carress his maleness as Joel stood with legs spread and accepting the pleasure.
"You have the touch of a demon and a sensous woman all in one!" said Joel as he stood loving her touch.
"Your a nice size but with my help and a long night it could be so much larger!" begged Amy.
Joel jumped as the feel of Amy's tongue wrapped around his penis and began a satyr ritual. A nimble finger dipped into a clay jar of Greek Satyr cream and began to fondle Joel's heritage. The soft touch and smooth cream soon had the young man cooing as if he was a Morning Dove in heat.
Amy's tongue having slithered about her victims cock now began it's assent up his belly, navel, and chest.
Joel to this point had not reached out to touch his mentor of sin. As Amy stretched her licking upward Joel went to touch her loving face.
"OH GOD!" Joel yelled at the touch of two long goat ears and a knowledged rememberance of what his dog's face felt like.
A fierce push and Joel toppled backwards to lay on his back. The wind knocked out of him for just the moment needed, Amy jumped to straddle his thighs. A little help from those pretty hairy hands and Joel's erection slipped past wooly lips of mad sexual need.
A short struggle to get away only embedded the cock deeper into the loving goat pussy which had swallowed it up. As the Satyr cream began it's work the young man's balls swelled to five times the human size.
Joel could only moan as the race of pleasure met the surge of billy goat desire.
As Amy leaned forward and planted a wet tongue searching kiss to Joels lips the young man strained to ask a question. "What are you?" he asked.
"I was a lonely woman this afternoon, but since I came home this wonderous form is now me! I need of passion, I want for sex, I'm mad for the touch of a male. I'm on fire from my pussy to the horns on my head. You, now you shall be my desire for this night! Feel your balls churn as the Satyr cream works the magic and makes your body equal of meet my need for passion. Push, press in deeper and deeper! Feel the growing of your maleness as the Satyr cream does for you what it did for me!" beconed Amy for Joel to relax and enjoy.
Joel feeling the uforia of satyr life coming over him and the sensual delight of having his own satyress for a night he laid his arms out straight and said, "Take me and let me know your wonderous ways!"
This is what Amy wanted most to hear. Her hand dipped the clay jar of satyr cream once more as she began to smear it over Joel's chest and neck.
An hour of wild sexual play went by so very quickly and with it Joel's humanity was also vanashing. Lips pursed lips as Joel's face took on the posture of more goatlike form than that of Amy. His face was also narrowed with high cheek bones and a turned up nose.
He flopped his long ears and laughed at their feel. His had on occasion would rub the growing beard on his narrow chin. A long tongue would lick the dry lips as it felt the long whiskers going out from the side of his mouth.
The wiggle of his tail against the carpeted floor made him smile with a satisfied feeling.
"Again, we must do it again, my love!" beconed Amy as Joel rolled over the lay on his side and rest.
"I...Ahhhhh...Baaaa, Baaaa, I!" said Joel as he wanted to say words but the thoughts were quickly fading as his speach ability degraded to just one syllable sounds.
"Calm my darling, calm as the Satyr cream will finish you transfer from a male human to a wonderously well formed male goat. You shall be with me and I with you. This next two days of continuous sex will be for us our moment of triumph. I shall be for you your lover as you shall be the sire of hundreds of kid goats for years to come! Think while you still can my love the conquests to enjoy!" pleaded Amy to a young man enthralled with sensuality, while terrorized by the lost humanity and all the trappings he'd attained.
Joel stood up on all fours for the first time he strained to stretch his stance. A moan of either stiffness or delight came from the burly sandy colored buck. As Amy reached her hands under his shaggy belly she kneaded the sheath and ball sac. The feeling of a coming erection made Amy reach for yet another and last bit of satyr cream. Joel's shaft quickly became erect and long. The satyress took it in hand and began her massage with a hand full of cream.
Joel began to pelvic buck the air as his aching shaft swelled to a new and larger thickness. Amy cooed as she felt his shaft swell at the base and then the increased girth ran down to the very end.
A pleased look at this larger goat rod gave Amy renewed lust for more and more sexual feelings. Quickly Amy rolled to all fours and quivering her rump she urged the big buck to mount.
Joel was indeed horny when he entered the apartment hours before. Yet with Amy's satyr passions and the sexual satyr cream Joel was now far past the simple word of horny. Indeed he was insensed with a true animal desire for basic procreative lust. His thoughts for Amy were now one of domination and ownership within his herd.
Mounting Amy as if she was one of the animals he'd soon be one on one therewith, he began to thrust his red hot shaft for the wonderous opening on Amy's hairy crotch.
A helping hand reaching down pushed the hot pointed shaft to it's desired loving spot. A sudden wild rage made Joel thrust the shaft in till his ball sac slapped against Amy's hairy butt.
Amy screamed as she knew her first true mounting by one who was now total animal. Mind thoughts lost in a dark void of beastial lust Joel tried to struggle to maintain his own will. The black and evil designs of this satyr and her devil's cream met little resistence as Joel's thoughts crumbled.
A screaming BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! was maybe the last connected thought of Joel Winslow as he fell head first into the world of animals ans sexual lusts.
A Monday morning came as Amy stirred and moaned. Lifting her head she found herself naked and laying on her ruffled up bed. Sitting up with a start she looked for her satyrlike form, but the only thing she saw was a thin young woman, the same as she was on Friday last.
Tucking her legs up indian style she began to cry, wishing so that she would have waken up still a satyress. As her fingers touched her legs the soft skin made her stop the crying and take notice of their softness.
A thud to her left made her head turn quick. There looking at her with head cocked slightly stood a large sandy colored male goat. A quick look at him and the wild sexual weeked memories came back like a flood. The sight too of a pointed red and lusting goat cock pressed past the edge of the bed to glare at her like she at it.
"It was real!" said Amy.
"BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" chidded back the billy goat.