Glauer wants a vibrating cock

“I always love breeding you, but I think it’s high time you stuck with me for a bit.” The satyrs says, letting out a somewhat sinister chuckle as he reaches down a hand to caress Cyrus’s face, feeling the fucked-silly cat purr on and around his cock. Cyrus barely registered what Slayer was saying before he felt a tingling in his rear. Glauer’s other hand was busy drawing some sort of rune on Cyrus’s head, and the cat quickly found his body growing more and more sensitive.

His entire body felt like it was being assaulted by static, his nerves beginning to fuse alongside his body to the cock filling his insides. Cyrus finally gathered what the satyr was doing.

“G-Glauer, you’re gonna let me go after a bit right? I mean, I love working with you. P-plus, you won’t be able to b-breed me on the job anymore if you do this.” Cytus began pleading, sobering up quickly as he realized what was occurring, his own cock already drawing up into his body as his rear began to merge with the satyr’s sheath.

“Mmmm~ maybe. Not sure, you’re a fun fuck but I’d love to keep you niiiiice and close. You’re such a tempting treat after all, I don’t wanna let anyone else get you. Heard Lythen talking about nabbing you, but I’d rather have you swinging between my legs then watch you wobble on some werewolf’s nuts” He practically cooed as he spoke, his hand petting Cyrus’s chin as the cat quickly melded into his cock.

Cytus couldn’t stop himself from purring, a mix of the overwhelming pleasure and the stress and anxiety about what was currently occurring. The caressing of his face was horrifically pleasurable, the feeling of the satyr’s fingers leaving tingles rippling down his body as the sensitivity ramped up. His fur began melding into his own body as he slowly took on the color of the satyr’s shaft. He began to taste the Satyr’s cum on his tongue, a weird feeling of weight shifting as his face began to hang forward from the root near his butt. His legs had begun melding into those gargantuan balls, and the cat’s face was starting to shift as well.

He couldn’t help but let out a whine as the satyr begins moving, his body shifting around as the satyr begins climbing back through the maintenance tunnel, sensations firing all over Cyrus’s body that shouldn’t naturally occur. What blood was still his rushed to his face as the satyr opened the door and exited the room, showing off the rapidly changing cat to any who spotted the confident satyr as he proceeded to go about his work day, one hand still caressing and somewhat holding up Cytus’s head.

“P-please bring me back once you’ve had your fun.” Cytus begs before he can no longer speak, feeling the rest of his body settling into its new role. His heartbeat was no longer his own, and he could faintly feel the sensations of the rest of the Satyr’s body, like a distant heat. His body was left simply vibrating as the the satyr’s cat-turned-cock continued to “purr.”

“Mine~” the satyrs says, letting out a pleasured groan as he watches Cyrus’s head morph into that of his now larger cocktip. His hand cups the newly augmented shaft, stroking himself a few times and feeling it vibrate, sending shots of pleasure up his spine as the extra sensitive cock throbs in his hand. He could feel himself getting pretty close, both from the newfound sensitivity and the sheer experience of turning a friend into his cock. The orange streaks tinging his cock wouldn't let him forget what he had done. At least until they too disappear.

Even with the magical cleaning wards up, he didn’t want to make too much of a mess but he was leaking heavily. He passed by another shorter denizen, an otter by the looks of it, and wasted no time planting a hand on their head. As the otter turned to speak with the satyr, opening their mouth, he plunged his throbbing cock into their mouth, thrusting deep into their throat and pulling them hard against his sheath as he came. He throbbed hard as globs of cum shot out into the otter’s belly, his thick cock leaving a noticeable imprint in the otter’s throat and belly as he rapidly ballooned their stomach. After a couple minutes of unloading into the otter, he let out yet another pleased sigh, pulled out of the otters throat, and left the delirious creature on the side of the walkway as he continued about his day, Cyrus swinging heavily and glossy between his legs