Stan in full goat form soon mounted his willing slave and fucked him yet again and soon, Snake began to change into a very large buck. When fully changed, Snake was the size of a small pony and, being larger than Stan, was the dominant male.
Stan still had human thoughts, as did Snake, but they were strongly influenced by his goat nature. He accepted Snake’s role and allowed the great golden goat to fuck him as many times as he wished.
When dawn came, the two goats were curled up next to each other, sleeping.
As the first rays of the sun struck the sleeping pair, more changes began.
Neither Stan nor Snake could know that the cream that had changed Stan and by extension the semen that had changed Snake had a limit and that on the second day, when exposed to sunlight, the cream would become inactive.
As they slept, both reverted to their forms, but the cream did have a very nice side benefit, it left Stan larger and more buff than he’d ever been. A thick carpet of chest and back hair did not recede after the change, nor did his heavy beard. Stan was a ‘Bear’ now. If Stan was a Bear, Snake was a huge Golden Grizzly, much larger than his previous size Snake looked like he lifted weights professionally and his body could only be described as having a pelt. Thick, curly golden hair covered him and his bushy golden beard was now easily down to his navel.
The two stirred and Stan came awake first. He looked at snake and then looked over his own body. The cream, he decided, was worth the trouble it had caused.
Snake awoke and looked over at Stan, then bowed his head so not to meet his master’s gaze.
“My Lord Lucifer, you have given us the guise of men! If you’re humble servant may ask, what is your plan, most Unholy Majesty?” Snake asked with complete reverence.
Stan raised the big man’s head, lifting it under the chin. A thrill of pleasure swept through Snake at his touch.
“OK, look, I’m not Lucifer and you will probably want to stomp the living Hell out of me, but I’m just an ordinary man, like you.” Stan said.
Snake’s brow furrowed, “But you changed me. My Lord Light-Bringer! I was never this big before. I’m a forty year old man and I feel like I’m twenty again. You must be the Prince of Darkness, you changed me into a demon and a goat after that and you… you changed my sexuality… I’ve become…” Snake began and Stan stopped him.
“Look, it wasn’t me, it was the cream.” Stan said. “Any change in your sexuality is due to its effects. It lowered your inhibitions and made you horny as a goat.”
“Cream? What Cream?” Snake rumbled out the question.
“It was a cream these satyr women spread all over me. I was making a delivery and they enticed me into their house. They let me fuck them and while I was fucking they spread this cream all over me that made me into a satyr. I guess it has a time limit, but it seems to have the side effect of leaving the user more… masculine than when he started; probably left the women as real babes too.” Stan said. Snake looked puzzled, then angry.
Stan stood up and Snake followed. His massive form towering over Stan.
Rage played across Snake’s face as he realized he’d been tricked. He grabbed Stan by the throat and began choking him
“You bastard! You fucking pervert! You raped me!” Snake growled. Stan felt a wet, heavy object against his thigh; he looked down at Snakes huge ‘snake’. Snake’s cock was at full mast and oozing as it gently slapped against Stan.
Snake followed Stan’s gaze. His grip relaxed slightly, allowing Stan to breathe.
Stan said, “Snake, look, I couldn’t help myself last night. You know how it felt to be a satyr. It’s that all consuming lust that just makes you act, not think about consequences. I think you have discovered something about yourself you’ve kept hidden for some time.”
Snake glared hard at Stan. “You sayin’ I’m a fag?” Snake asked dangerously, his hand still on Stan’s throat and squeezing again.
Stan shook his head. “No, I’m sayin’ that maybe you like both.”
Snake released his grip on the smaller man and turned his back to him. The little shit was right; deep down Snake KNEW he was right. He was angered that he’d been raped, but at the same time, he’d enjoyed it. He liked the feeling of being at the mercy of a larger, stronger man or in this case, beast.
“Look I…” Stan began to say, but Snake barked over his shoulder, “Shut the fuck up! I’m thinkin’ and I’m still deciding if I wanna kill you or not.”
Stan remained quiet.
Snake thought about it, his cock was still hard as steel. The thought of hairy little bastard’s hole turned him on, but so did the thought of nailin’ pussy. But thinking about submitting to a fucking from him also turned him on, of course, so did the thought of making him submit. Snake was at a cross road and decided on a path
He turned and faced Stan.
“OK Master Louie! This is how it’s gonna be!” Snake growled with an evil grin.