Thomas figured it'd be a nice way to spend a Summer's day: Go out with his horse and ride the fields and forests around his country home, not suspecting what he would eventually run into. He took his horse, Chestnut, early in the day and headed out, galloping through the fields and enjoying the nature surrounding him. He traveled the fields a while before slowing down and approaching the woods. It was often hard to navigate through given the lack of paths, but Thomas was confident in his abilities since he had made the trip through a few times before. He set his horse to a walk as they navigated through the trees and shrubs, the area getting a little dark as thick leaves covered above.
They made their way through for another length of time, seeing all the familiar land marks till they came upon a stream. Thomas got off his horse and stretched before drinking some water and relaxing by the stream, leaving Chestnut to drink and eat his fill. A little further up the stream, a Satyr, Phyllius, had been resting on a large rock. After hearing the man approach though, He quickly ducked away, spying on this passenger of the wood he hadn't seen before in his travels. Phyllius admired the human's body, though it could use some improvement, and connection to nature. With a mischievous grin, he began to hatch a trick (or gift) he would play on the traveler. He snuck off a bit into the woods and pulled out his reed pipes. Very softly he began to play a tune, heard by the forest and faintly by Thomas. The trees shook as if by a slight wind, and slowly the forest began to shift around to a completely new arrangement.
Thomas perked up a bit as he thought he could hear music in the air. He couldn't quite place it though and relaxed back, though it still bothered him. His curiosity slowly ebbed though as a slight warm breeze floated through the air, relaxing him. He sat back and sighed as he relaxed more and more, though he faintly felt a tingle in his legs. His legs almost felt asleep with the magic prickling his skin, just some small brown hairs poking out of his legs, growing a little thicker each moment. The magic also began to focus a bit on his feet as well, making them cramp up and tingle a little. Thomas ignored the feelings for a while being so relaxed, but the agitation was getting to him. With an effort, he managed to stand up and stretch, moving from foot to foot in an effort to get the feeling out of his legs. He also scratched on occasion, thinking it was some kind of irritation from the riding. His legs continued to grow hairy underneath his clothing, thicker at the bottom but slowly thickening as it concentrated upwards. His feet shrank in his shoes a bit as his toes began to subtly meld and shift. Thomas sat on the ground and made to pull off his shoe to try and massage his feet, stopping as he felt hair and beginning to panic as he saw his foot changing before him.
Phyllius had stopped playing and made his way back to the stream to see how his human was doing. He smiled as he saw Thomas stare dumbstruck at his foot as it continued to shrink, the fusing toes turning darker as they hardened. "How are you fairing, human? Enjoying what you see so far?" he said, leaning against a nearby tree. Chestnut was a bit anxious with the satyr's appearance, but the music had ensured that, at least for the moment, he wouldn't take off running or make much of a move. The horse just pawed at the ground a bit and whinnied lightly. Thomas stood up with a start, though a bit off balance as he stumbled out of his other shoe, leaving him barefoot-hoofed really as his feet changed more.
"Wh-what are you? A satyr?! I... I gotta be dreaming or something.” Thomas shook his head and stumbled back a bit from the mythic. The satyr just smiled as he stood still. “Oh no, it is quite real. I am Phyllius the Satyr, and I’ve decided to grant you a small gift. The gift of my kind.” He gives a little bleating laugh as Thomas’s face widens in horror. “That is of course, unless you’d like to try and make it out before the changes finish. Though you’ll find them to be quite enticing.” He pulls out his pipes again and softly plays. Thomas shivers as his legs crack, knees oddly bending as he gains a more digitigrade stance. As his heart rate increases, he feels a tightness and warmth in his groin. His bulge begins to increase as balls swell and his cock seems to keep getting harder and harder in his jeans. “Ugh man, stop doing this t-to me!” Thomas stuttered as he looked down in disbelief, shuddering as he felt his bulge swelling even more. His pants were too constricting to his new legs and bulge, so he quickly unbuttoned and shimmied out of them. He knew the magic was the source of his change, and with a slight bleat of fear, he went over to his horse and got up, having trouble with the stirrups with his hooves. He gave a strong kick and sent them into the woods, trying to retrace his steps out. However, the further he went, the more he realized nothing was the same, and all the while he could hear the pipes playing in the forest all around him. Thomas tried to stay focused, tried to find a way out as they trotted, though his mind was having a hard time as each bounce caused his bulge to get even more aroused. He felt as his foreskin began to slowly grow back and attach to his lower abdomen in a sheath. He half moaned, half whimpered at the changes, not wanting them to go all the way through. Legs almost fully morphed, he felt as his seating was a bit uncomfortable, tailbone extending into a slight, furry nub. The magic worked on his upper body as well, swelling his pecs and arms with muscle as his abs grew more defined as well. It tingled all the way to his face, feeling as a scraggly goatee formed, thickening every second into a thick patch. His eyes were also affected, shifting to yellow irises and the circular pupil to an eerie rectangle. Ears began to stretch sideways, flopping with each hoofstomp as the pair sped along. Thomas was still panicking, realizing he had little time left. He began to notice another change happening as well. His cock, huge compared to his human size, bobbed before him leaking pre as lust gained a grip further and further. He let go of one rein and tentatively touched the tip, bleating and moaning as a wave of pleasure rolled over him. Distracted, he began to pump with one hand as he tried to navigate, unable to resist the urges anymore. He felt a build up forming in his forehead now as bone grew and pushed, beginning nubs for horns. The growths hurt, but Thomas was too distracted by lust to fully feel it. His furry balls, lemon sized, churned in their sac and he bleated loudly as he shot stream after stream into the air as he rode. The pleasure had been so great it shocked his body, and his hands slipped from his cock and reins as he collapsed back onto his horse. Chestnut sensed his rider’s plight and slowed pace, being careful not to lose him. The music slowly ebbed away as the horse managed to find an exit to the forest, the satyr having known his work was done. Shaken, the horse made his way back across the plains to go back home with Thomas, still with an erection, passed out on his back. He would soon wake to fully explore his changes, horns finishing growing as they rode home.
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ReplyDeleteThomas figured it'd be a nice way to spend a Summer's day: Go out with his horse and ride the fields and forests around his country home, not suspecting what he would eventually run into. He took his horse, Chestnut, early in the day and headed out, galloping through the fields and enjoying the nature surrounding him. He traveled the fields a while before slowing down and approaching the woods. It was often hard to navigate through given the lack of paths, but Thomas was confident in his abilities since he had made the trip through a few times before. He set his horse to a walk as they navigated through the trees and shrubs, the area getting a little dark as thick leaves covered above.
ReplyDeleteThey made their way through for another length of time, seeing all the familiar land marks till they came upon a stream. Thomas got off his horse and stretched before drinking some water and relaxing by the stream, leaving Chestnut to drink and eat his fill. A little further up the stream, a Satyr, Phyllius, had been resting on a large rock. After hearing the man approach though, He quickly ducked away, spying on this passenger of the wood he hadn't seen before in his travels. Phyllius admired the human's body, though it could use some improvement, and connection to nature. With a mischievous grin, he began to hatch a trick (or gift) he would play on the traveler. He snuck off a bit into the woods and pulled out his reed pipes. Very softly he began to play a tune, heard by the forest and faintly by Thomas. The trees shook as if by a slight wind, and slowly the forest began to shift around to a completely new arrangement.
Thomas perked up a bit as he thought he could hear music in the air. He couldn't quite place it though and relaxed back, though it still bothered him. His curiosity slowly ebbed though as a slight warm breeze floated through the air, relaxing him. He sat back and sighed as he relaxed more and more, though he faintly felt a tingle in his legs. His legs almost felt asleep with the magic prickling his skin, just some small brown hairs poking out of his legs, growing a little thicker each moment. The magic also began to focus a bit on his feet as well, making them cramp up and tingle a little. Thomas ignored the feelings for a while being so relaxed, but the agitation was getting to him. With an effort, he managed to stand up and stretch, moving from foot to foot in an effort to get the feeling out of his legs. He also scratched on occasion, thinking it was some kind of irritation from the riding. His legs continued to grow hairy underneath his clothing, thicker at the bottom but slowly thickening as it concentrated upwards. His feet shrank in his shoes a bit as his toes began to subtly meld and shift. Thomas sat on the ground and made to pull off his shoe to try and massage his feet, stopping as he felt hair and beginning to panic as he saw his foot changing before him.
Phyllius had stopped playing and made his way back to the stream to see how his human was doing. He smiled as he saw Thomas stare dumbstruck at his foot as it continued to shrink, the fusing toes turning darker as they hardened. "How are you fairing, human? Enjoying what you see so far?" he said, leaning against a nearby tree. Chestnut was a bit anxious with the satyr's appearance, but the music had ensured that, at least for the moment, he wouldn't take off running or make much of a move. The horse just pawed at the ground a bit and whinnied lightly. Thomas stood up with a start, though a bit off balance as he stumbled out of his other shoe, leaving him barefoot-hoofed really as his feet changed more.
"Wh-what are you? A satyr?! I... I gotta be dreaming or something.” Thomas shook his head and stumbled back a bit from the mythic. The satyr just smiled as he stood still.
ReplyDelete“Oh no, it is quite real. I am Phyllius the Satyr, and I’ve decided to grant you a small gift. The gift of my kind.” He gives a little bleating laugh as Thomas’s face widens in horror. “That is of course, unless you’d like to try and make it out before the changes finish. Though you’ll find them to be quite enticing.” He pulls out his pipes again and softly plays. Thomas shivers as his legs crack, knees oddly bending as he gains a more digitigrade stance. As his heart rate increases, he feels a tightness and warmth in his groin. His bulge begins to increase as balls swell and his cock seems to keep getting harder and harder in his jeans.
“Ugh man, stop doing this t-to me!” Thomas stuttered as he looked down in disbelief, shuddering as he felt his bulge swelling even more. His pants were too constricting to his new legs and bulge, so he quickly unbuttoned and shimmied out of them. He knew the magic was the source of his change, and with a slight bleat of fear, he went over to his horse and got up, having trouble with the stirrups with his hooves. He gave a strong kick and sent them into the woods, trying to retrace his steps out. However, the further he went, the more he realized nothing was the same, and all the while he could hear the pipes playing in the forest all around him.
Thomas tried to stay focused, tried to find a way out as they trotted, though his mind was having a hard time as each bounce caused his bulge to get even more aroused. He felt as his foreskin began to slowly grow back and attach to his lower abdomen in a sheath. He half moaned, half whimpered at the changes, not wanting them to go all the way through. Legs almost fully morphed, he felt as his seating was a bit uncomfortable, tailbone extending into a slight, furry nub.
The magic worked on his upper body as well, swelling his pecs and arms with muscle as his abs grew more defined as well. It tingled all the way to his face, feeling as a scraggly goatee formed, thickening every second into a thick patch. His eyes were also affected, shifting to yellow irises and the circular pupil to an eerie rectangle. Ears began to stretch sideways, flopping with each hoofstomp as the pair sped along.
Thomas was still panicking, realizing he had little time left. He began to notice another change happening as well. His cock, huge compared to his human size, bobbed before him leaking pre as lust gained a grip further and further. He let go of one rein and tentatively touched the tip, bleating and moaning as a wave of pleasure rolled over him. Distracted, he began to pump with one hand as he tried to navigate, unable to resist the urges anymore. He felt a build up forming in his forehead now as bone grew and pushed, beginning nubs for horns. The growths hurt, but Thomas was too distracted by lust to fully feel it. His furry balls, lemon sized, churned in their sac and he bleated loudly as he shot stream after stream into the air as he rode.
The pleasure had been so great it shocked his body, and his hands slipped from his cock and reins as he collapsed back onto his horse. Chestnut sensed his rider’s plight and slowed pace, being careful not to lose him. The music slowly ebbed away as the horse managed to find an exit to the forest, the satyr having known his work was done. Shaken, the horse made his way back across the plains to go back home with Thomas, still with an erection, passed out on his back. He would soon wake to fully explore his changes, horns finishing growing as they rode home.
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