Close kin...

With concentration, I can feel some magic at work within Nina. Chloe can as well, I realize.

“My love,” she speaks softly, overseeing the stirring girl, “I don’t recognize these magics.”

I smirk. “I do, my dear,” and before I can say anything more, Nina snaps awake.

“Pan!” she bellows, dropping to all fours and backing toward my cock, “mount me, please!”

I’m in no position to deny this, especially since she manages to impale herself upon my phallus before I can react. Chloe takes a position in front of her to kiss deeply and caress her heaving breasts as I rut Nina wildly. By Zeus’ beard, I haven’t had one of these in centuries...

Nina loses herself in the flow of ecstasy, shuddering from the transformation she is beginning to undergo. She is already changing before my first release. I chuckle a bit as the confusion on Chloe’s face when Nina’s hair billows into a lush brown mane and blunt human ears rapidly point and fur.

Chloe sniffs the air. “She doesn’t smell like a satyr. And why is she changing so rapidly?”

“Her inner self...is emerging,” I grunt between thrusts, “and she...isn’t...a satyr!”

My sheath is tickled by the lush and long brown tail sprouting from her tanned, thickening rump.

Nina braces herself upon the ground, working her warping legs and digging her fusing hooves for purchase. All four of them.

“She...is...a centaur!” I bellow, standing up to keep my mount upon the horsewoman’s expanding equine body. My love laps at her heavy breasts and is rewarded with neighs of satisfaction from Nina.

The three of us achieve rapid-fire climaxes, leaving Nina momentarily spent and myself beaming with satisfaction. While she recovers, Nina practices the use of her new (but true) shape, marveling at the powerful horse body and marvelous equine speed and senses at her command.

“I always did love horses,” she laughs, brushing her thick mane behind her equine ears. “Now I understand why.”

“Indeed,” I reply, though I’m truly lost in deep thought. Clearly, the old powers have been awakened by my efforts. First followers come seeking life as satyrs, and now a centaur has emerged.

I wonder and hope for what shall come to pass next.