And so much more...

Chloe paused for a moment of time before taking her first sip of my wine.

"Mmm," she smiled. She took a generous connoisseur?s drink, clearly savoring the texture and flavor. "Wonderful."

"I said you would enjoy it."

"I do," she grins, sounding just a little intoxicated. "Makes me feel all tingly."

I am about to make a reply, when a sudden wave of realization crosses her face. "You...you're Pan!"

"I've been accused of being worse," I chuckle. This young one is quite remarkable.

"It all makes sense now. Who else could start a party like this, with wine this rich?" Her attention returned to her sister, dancing up a storm between two male companions. "What did you do to my sister?" Her tone was not inflammatory, but inquisitive, with a tinge of hope.

"I gave her immortality, eternal beauty and sexuality. I changed her into a satyress. She asked me to offer the same to you, Chloe."

The young scholar looked off into the fray for a few moments of deep thought. "I accept, Lord Pan."

I take Chloe's hand (offered not by me, but by her) and lead both her and her sister inside to the privacy of her room. Once she locks the door, Kaitland and I revert to our true forms.

Chloe turns to face us, her surprise unconcealed. "Wow...incredible! I knew it all along!"

I give a hearty laugh. "And yet you thought me a myth!"

She shakes her head. "Myths are only so until someone believes in them." She offers no resistance as Kaitland begins removing her teal blouse.

"You'll love this, sis," Kaitland coos. "It's the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Chloe took a deep, cleansing breath. "All right. What do I need to do?" She steps from her shoes and jeans, leaving her clad only in her modest undergarments.

"You must accept my seed three times. The first will awaken your primal side. The second will alter your human form. The final will transform you forever into a satyress." I let my thick cock protrude forth, with a dab of precum lingering invitingly at the tip.

Chloe does not delay, letting her deep need bubble forth. "I've never done this before," she admits bashfully, resting on her knees and stroking my girth.

Kaitland assists with the removal of her last human barriers, adding a kiss or an intimate touch here and there. I wordlessly guide Chloe's actions and motions, letting her suck the head of my cock between her lips at a comfortable pace. She is a bit clumsy, but this is her first time, after all. She will improve under my tutelage.

"Ready yourself," I caution, seconds before I ejaculate into her mouth. Chloe does her best to swallow quickly, though some of my semen escapes her lips. It is no matter, as Kaitland dives to lap up the remnants that have fallen across Chloe's bare breasts. Chloe moans audibly at the surprised contact, as her satyress sister lingers on her stiff nipples, even after all traces of my gift are consumed.

"Pan," she gasps, "your seed, it's incredible. I...I know...I know how to perform now!"

I raise my phallus high. "Then show me what you have learned, dearest Chloe."

Eagerly, she climbs back toward my godhood, working herself into a chaotic rhythm of licking and stroking and sucking. She shows me mastery of oral techniques that humans would need years to simply learn; indeed, she has processed this knowledge faster than any human I have ever blessed!

I let myself enjoy her ministrations, knowing we have all the time in the world. I feel movement and hear passionate moaning from my two lovers, and when I look down, Chloe has positioned her sister's head between her thighs. Kaitland works her tongue along the folds of her vagina, where no human has yet touched.

My second load releases into Chloe's mouth; she swallows every sweet drop with zeal. In time with her own climax, her body begins to shudder and shake.

"Fear not," I tell her, and she nods wearily in understanding.

Kaitland and I watch in fascination as her body fat melts away, crafting a shapely hourglass figure of her inner beauty. Her breasts and ass gain firmness and definition, expanding to attractive but not outrageous proportions. Freckled skin grows tanned as her hair billowed out into a rich chocolate brown mane. Her cheekbones rise a bit, giving her face a lovely nymph-like cast. She locks an appreciative pair of crystalline blue eyes upon me.

"Pan...thank you," she whispers, in her new melodic voice.

"Thank you, dearest Chloe," I reply, discarding her spectacles. She will no longer need them. "This is the real you, Chloe. It always was."

She shakes her head. "No, Lord Pan." She rises and walks confidently, sexually into my embrace. "The real me is a satyress." With a deep kiss, she wraps her legs around my furry rump and sinks down onto my erection with a wild sigh. "Bring forth the real me."

Nothing more needs to be said, as we settle into a sexual rhythm. Chloe is a fabulous lover, stimulating my favorite erogenous zones (really, my whole body, though she somehow finds my very favorite ones) as I bring hers to light. Kaitland clutches her sister's luscious breasts as her own rub against Chloe's back, all the while whispering delightfully lewd words into Chloe's ears.

I feel a spurt exchange between us, and like quicksilver, Chloe's transformation begins.

She delights in every tug and tingle, takes note of the spreading patch of chocolate brown fur from her crotch down to her rising ankles. Kaitland helps her appreciate it all, caressing her toes as they fuse into hooves, ruffling her furry tail as it twitches from above her furry goatish rump, and licking the furry points of her ears.

"Pan," she sighs, the mention of my name a concert of calling to a god and a lover. Thick ivory horns erupt from her temples as readily as we both erupt in climax. We peak together, and Chloe is an immortal.

Footsteps outside the door startle us. "Oh, shit! Amy's back!" Kaitland whispers in alarm.

"Not to worry, my dear," I reply, quickly activating my illusion as Kaitland employs hers. I begin to weave one for Chloe, before seeing that she has already done so on her own! Barely one minute a satyress, and she wields such power! I must speak to Zeus about this when I make my report. The philosophs and scholars could benefit from representation in Olympus; Chloe might make them a fine goddess.

Amy and Chet roll through the opened door and dive for her bed, seemingly unaware of our presence as they commence kissing and touching each other in randy eagerness.

I exchange looks with my lovely ladies, lingering on Chloe, silently asking if I should offer them my gift.