Both of them, naturally...

The two satyr-touched humans silently beckon me to them, **** to feel my touch, my gift.

I am hard-pressed to decide which to bless first, as each stands equal in my eyes. It is then Vanessa whispers into my ear, filling me with a wondrous idea.

I stand before them, elevating my cock to them both. ?Come, children, and drink of my love.?

Brooke and Michelle rise to their knees, exchanging a deep kiss as they each grip my furry testicles. Brooke takes the first eager lick, along the entire length of my goatish shaft and back down again. Michelle followed suit, taking the opposite side as more and more of their warm mouths begin savoring my shaft.

I take hold of the backs of their heads, keeping them focused on my cock tip. They sink into a deep, shared kiss as they both suckle at my penis.

Vanessa offers me a nipple to taste, which I gladly accept. My lovely satyress works her hands along the girls? slits, fingering them to a climax to match my own.

I rear back as my seed rushes forth. ?My...lovelies...become!?

The blessed girls greedily swallow the torrents of satyr seed, their mutual kiss trading more sweet remnants between them. They quickly fall into Vanessa?s arms, and mine as I urgently mount Michelle and Vanessa buries her tongue in Brooke?s vagina.

Michelle moans and bucks against me as chocolate brown fur sprouts from her crotch and down the dark skin of her legs. I take teasing licks at the tapering furry points of her ears while her hair billows into a curly mane.

Across from us, Vanessa?s mouth works through the dewey tan fur ringing Brooke?s honey pot. The new member of my harem wraps thickly-furred legs around Vanessa?s waist, drawing her closer in as merging toes slide along the satyress? waist.

My transforming partner bellows like the beast-woman she is as her magnificent horns curl forth. Her tail spasms in time with the stamp of her completed goat?s legs, and the climax that propels her into immortality.

So lost am I in the passion with Michelle that I barely feel her spin around, still impaled upon my cock as she wraps her arms around my neck. I hold her with my great strength as she rides my erection, her bliss quite evident upon her face.

?Pan,? she whispers seductively as her hand caresses my cheek, ?my Lord.?

?Michelle, my beautiful child.?

We couple sensually, as do Brooke and Vanessa. I?m not sure when her transformation concluded, but she is now every bit the satyress as her partner.

Several weeks have passed since that fateful night. In human guise, I have attended several classes with my children, to learn more about this modern world. As I run with Michelle, she tells me her track form is quickly coming back to her, enough perhaps to try out for the team in a week or so. I have attended several of Brooke?s concerts, and have not been the only one to appreciate her boundless musical skill.

We live by day in human disguises, and at night, we couple and savor satyr life within a protective magickal shell.

At least, we did, until one fateful day...