"I'm ready my love!" called Janice as she slipped into bed.
Stan had the computer set and pressed the enter key as he stood butt naked waiting for the new delights.
This time the greenish light was more blue in color as he felt that old strength coming back. Muscles felt as if he were a Donkey again in strength but he knew that program was well hid inside the document files.
Breathing heavy again he felt such renewed vigor that he wanted to scream out his pleasure. As the light dimmed out he strutted down the hallway only to stop at the bathroom for a good look.
As the bright light flicked on he covered his eys till they adjusted. Opening one and then the other his first thought was to scream "NO!"
Yet as the terror filled his mind the programed Satyristic pre-programed levels kicked in and the "NO, no way better than this!" was his finnished thought.
A rich and well endowed male satyr stood looking back from the full length mirror. A evil grin spread his lips as eyes looked toward the females scents wafting from the bedroom.
A left hand smoothed down strong muscles and thick goatish wool. Legs now totally goat in form and hooves so neat he loved their perfect look. A flicking of his balls and the sudden stiffening in his wool covered sheath told of unknown desires to bless women with his seed.
A flick out the bathroom light, then the hall light left Janice in a absolute black bedroom.
"Come my darling and give me what I enjoy!" beckoned Janice.
Stan was himself no more and now was as the Chronivac program had been set by some erotic programer. He entered the room as his wide eyed yellow pupils saw through even darkness as black as now.
A few deep breaths of her rich scent and his male satyr goat cock strained out rigid and erect. Up onto the bed he crawled making shuffling sounds with his wool covered legs. Janice lay out flat her legs spread in wide delights. A moan of her thrill turned into screams of terror as her fingers touched the thick woolen shoulders of this new and sexy Stan.
In went his shaft, down then up and to the final end of Janice's womb. Thrusting slowly as the woman screamed for her husband Stan laughed an evil sounding chuckle.
As the satyr shaft thickened it filled Janice to new heights of sexual pleasure. In her mind she wished for Stan to come in and save her from whoever was thrusting. Yet she was also in wild pleasure and feeling strange desires she'd never even thought to enjoy.
Now her hands roamed the form of this sexual wonder she was enjoying so very much. The touch of his hairy face and beard made her giggle. As fingers roamed his wrapping ram horns made her wonder who this could really be up there.
Then as her hands roamed down the feeling of animal like thighs and thick woolen hairs. Another silly sounding giggle came out her mouth as she found with each she enjoyed this creature ever so much more.
"Janice, I love you!" came the words from Stan as he exploded a load deep inside her body.
"Stan, this is you? Oh Stan please continue I don't know how but at this moment I care even less! Please do it again and again, please!" beckoned Janice as Stan satyrical mental patterns firmed up his maleness for yet another round.
Sometime during the night a level was reached and the blue light came on to return the subject back to his or her base pattered form. However Stan had fallen asleep! So also did a tired Janice! As he awoke he felt of himself finding the satyr form still in place.
Rolling over to see if his loving sexy wife was awake he saw the what the Infection Ratio really meant. There in all her beauty was his wife of these 28 years. Yet from head to foot she was blessed with dark brown curly wool. Her face unchanged was a claer plain oval surrounded by wool.
Now she lay there slender as what he might think a much young woman might be like. His hairy hand stroked down her sides and took to rubbing a puffy fuzzy udder. A quick look down farther saw hind feet and cloven hoofs as if she too was a female satyr.
As Stan looked up her eyes opened and he expected her to scream of the terror that filled his heart.
"Come my Satyr true do me again and again till I am drenched in your seeds!" begged Janice.
"Your a Satyr too my dear!" said Stan.
"I care not what I am my love just fill me with your maleness and pleasure me day and night!" Janice beckoned all the more.
Stan wondered what staying away fro the programed time limit might do but Janice lay there a satyress and he a satyr it seemed so right.