Fun and Games...

As I take in the situation, I suddenly realize that three of our children are missing. “Where are Jack, Diane, and Jennifer?”

“Out in the forest,” Jessica said coyly, shooting me a wry grin. “Catching up, on old and new times.”

I chuckle heartily. “All right. Now, who are these mortals?”

“This is Greg,” Jessica replies proudly, clutching the shoulders of the bald-headed, stocky man. “He’s the lover I told you about. I’ve already told him everything. That’s why he stayed with me.”

“And this is my friend Eliza,” Amy announces, indicating the girl with a bad squint and a mop of black hair. By my incredible fortune, she is the young lady from the clothing store! I’d nearly forgotten about her. Almost.

“Wonderful! And this one?” Only the blond-haired, athletically trim female is unaccounted for.

My children exchange confused looks. “Um, actually, we’re not sure,” Kaitland shyly confesses.

I shake my head and laugh, as does Chloe. Typical satyrs, they are.

We wait for them all to awaken. Eliza and the other woman seem a bit frightened, but Greg nods at me knowingly. “Pan, I presume?”

“Indeed. And this is my wife, Chloe.”

The human strokes his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm. Didn’t realize the satyrs had a Goddess, too.”

She smirks. “I’m new here. You could be, too, if you so desire.” She extends her dainty hand to Greg.

He exchanges looks with a hopeful Jessica, followed by a kiss. “Yes, I would.”

As the willing human crouches before Chloe and begins tasting her furry slit, I approach the two women. They cover their nakedness and tense up with my stride, so I back off a bit. “None of us mean you any harm. Please, enjoy our hospitality, and join us only if you so desire.”

With that, an old-fashioned satyr party goes into full swing. We dance, and play our instruments, and sing, and laugh, and talk. None of us make any movements toward Eliza and Nina (as she finally identifies herself).

During the festivities, I hear Chloe climax twice, and turn to see Greg eagerly swallowing her juices. Without hesitation, she pulls Greg atop of her, allowing him to sink his thickening and telescoping phallus inside her. Jessica touches her lover quite liberally as he ruts my wife. I grin mischievously; he shall make a fine satyr.

It is about now that Jennifer, Jack, and Diane return. They bid greetings to both Chloe and myself before settling into the revelry.

Eliza and I settle into casual conversation, as do Nina and the others. Nina is still unsure of the entire situation, especially in regards to her nudity. Eliza keeps a bit of space and makes small efforts to cover herself, though both lessen with each passing moment and each sip of wine.

She is resting at my side when Greg and Chloe bellow in release. We watch as spiraling horns curl from his scalp and twitching ears arise and a quite active tail sprouts above his rump. A thick beard and wild mane of hair sprout from his formerly clean-shaven scalp and face. Muscles bulge greater than before, as strong goat’s legs and cloven hooves complete his transformation. The new satyr bows before Chloe and myself in tribute, before leading Jessica off to the side to savor their new immortal union.

“Wow,” Eliza sighs. “Unbelievable.”

“Very believable, Eliza. It’s no coincidence you are here now. I’ve been thinking of you since we met at the clothing store.”

She nods and smirks. “I thought you looked familiar. So, what happens now?”

“Whatever you desire. If you wish, I will gift you with the body of a lovely satyress. You will be young and beautiful and strong for eternity. Endless enjoyment and pleasure will be yours. All you must do is desire it to be so.”

Her gaze travels down to my erection; she bites her lip in moral quandary. “Your wife...Chloe, right?” She continues as I nod. “Well, I have this fantasy, see...”

“You need not tell me. I understand.” Evidently, Chloe does as well, as she is kneeling by Eliza’s other side before either of us know it. She gently strokes Eliza’s cheek, drawing a sigh and fluttering-eyed weariness from the human.

“Pleasure eternal, you shall enjoy,” she whispers in her ear, as her hands wander down to cup Eliza’s bare breasts.

She eases her lips down to my crotch, lapping slowly and sensuously at my erection. Chloe returns the same pleasure to Eliza, as her skilled tongue draws across her clit. The human moans and shudders in pure delight, clenching down onto Chloe’s face and not wanting it to end. She plunges down upon my phallus, groaning so thoroughly that I feel the rumbles in her throat. She cups my balls to spur me on, clearly hungry to taste my gift.

I hold out for her pleasure and mine, finally releasing a wild load that partially splatters down her chin and chest. Chloe and myself clean her with our tongues, kissing Eliza afterwards as we feed her more of my seed. Her hair begins flowing out into a luxurious mane of chestnut brown as she rests upon the ground. Chloe straddles her face as I slide my erection into her sex.

We speed our rhythm (as do most of my children all around the glade), exposing Eliza quite rapidly with our combined seed.

“Uuuh...aaahhh...fuck me...fuck me...” She groans and thrashes with sex and change, writhing as her forehead births rolling horns and I squeeze her inflating breasts. “Feels so good...more...fuck me more!”

“You’re...changing...Eliza,” my wife gasps. “You’re...turning into...one of us!”

These words urge the girl to more lust, and she wraps her stiffening feet around my rump, driving me forward. “Fuck me hard, Pan! Fuck your satyress!” I rut her hard, soaking her sprouting crotch and leg fur, and she screams for more.

By the time her legs warp into their goat shape and her feet fuse into lustrous cloven hooves, we three have degenerated into insatiable beasts. We grunt and bellow and stomp as her bestial ears and tail emerge. Even after Eliza’s transformation ends, we don’t wind down for long after that.

“Um, Lord Pan,” I hear, as Jennifer’s voice and gentle touch breaks our lustful triad. The three of us slowly regain our senses, and are greeted with a quite unusual sight.

The forest itself shimmers with light, nay, with magick! I marvel at a sight not seen since the heyday of my time on this plane millennia ago!

“Did we do this?” Chet wonders aloud.

“Undoubtedly,” Chloe responds, rising to her hooves and dancing amid the sparkles. “This magick, long dormant, has been stirred by us, by our presence and acts.”

The others join the celebration, save for myself and Nina. She is still human, and quite overwhelmed by this turn of events.

I wonder what this awakening will mean to the human, and to this world.