The Satyr Part 3
by rollerboy_1979@yahoo.com
I took the semen specimen that I collected after my insemination by The Satyr in the "Forest of the Faun" a few days prior, to a DNA lab in Vienna. Later that week the lab report came back that it was "mammalian", but could not differentiate between human or animal. The technician asked me where it came from, and I sheepishly responded that it was from a sexual encounter, but I blushed and did not go into specifics; he simply winked at me and gave me a devilish smile. I think he suspected bestiality, but I didn't stick around long enough to explain.
My instincts told me to pack up my things, and leave Austria, but my curiosity was piqued and I just had to see the Satyr again. Before I would attempt to find him, I delved into every online and library source I could find about Mythology. I found that both the Greeks and the Romans had their own version of a creature that was half man and half animal of some sort. The Romans had the Faun, with the top half being that of a handsome, young human male, and the lower half being that of a goat, complete with hooves. They were deemed naive and playful spirits who often accompanied the god Bacchus, the god of wine and good times. They had a sweet personality, wore wreaths of flowers or greenery on their heads, and like their well-known representative, Pan, they frolicked in the forest, playing their Pan pipes and entertaining their minions. The Satyr of the Greeks was much different; he was a rather crude looking beast with a haggard human face, an unusually large penis, an insatiable sex drive, and the lower extremities and tail of a horse, complete with horse hooves. Both have horns, but the faun is born with them, and the Satyr has to earn them. The creature I saw had the sex drive of a Satyr, but the charming good looks and goat-like appearance of a faun. Could that be why they referred to the area in which I found him as "Forest of The Faun"? Okay, I can accept that, but how do you account for his large male organ, and his willingness to use it?
The more I researched, more questions came up than answers. But I had to stop researching because it was lunch time, and I was ravenous. I had a craving too, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I passed by the Thuringer stand, which I craved not a week before, but this time it did not appeal to me. All I wanted was a granola bar, or oatmeal, any kind of cereal, lettuce, cauliflower, and any other kind of cruciferous vegetable. I thought that odd because I have always been a meat eater, and never considered myself a vegetarian.
Along with the dietary changes I was experiencing, I noticed that the hair on my legs was getting thicker, and my thighs and calves seemed to be getting beefier, but I attributed that to all the walking I was doing, including the hiking in the Wienerwald. My beard, which was never anything to be proud of, was growing in more dense, and if I didn't shave twice a day, it grew in so thick I finally gave up and let it grow. The next morning I awoke with a sudden urge to defecate, which was unusual for me because I usually didn't have a bowel movement until after breakfast. Rather than have a robust adult male BM, I looked in the bowl and saw a bunch of little "rosary beads" floating in the water! I passed that off as due to the dietary changes I had made, and not necessarily by choice. What I later realized was I had to stop frequently during the day for multiple BM's, and that was so out of character for me. At times, I had to stop in a row of bushes to leave a pile of pea-sized turds behind. I got dressed and headed out of the hotel to satisfy the gnawing hunger that was searing inside my gut. I found a lovely vegetarian sidewalk cafe, sat down, and when the waitress approached, I simply said, "I'll have a bowl of grapes and strawberry's please, then a giant salad, some chickpeas, and, do you have any granola?". After the wild-eyed waitress left the table, I happened to glance at my reflection in the window noting that my beard was nice and thick, but it seemed to stop growing and developed a beautiful shape that followed the contours of my face, then culminated in a perfect peak under my chin. Then it dawned on me, it looked exactly like the artist renditions of a Faun in the mythology books I was reading! After I grazed on breakfast, I headed back to the library and parked myself in front of the computer screen.
As I sat there looking at the screen, my eyes were having a difficult time adjusting to the bright computer screen in the dimly lit computer room, and I was getting a hellacious headache at my temples. I pressed on, and further investigation revealed that Faunus and Satyrs were always depicted as male in Greek and Roman mythology. The Roman version of Satyr, the Faunus were more friendly and gregarious, and when they mated, it was usually with their mythological counterparts, the nymphs or Fuana. The Greek Satyrs, on the other hand, were horny buggers who were also gregarious, but also insatiable and always seeking to mate with human females, or their female equivalent, Satyress. The later being the creation of post-Roman European artists. As I read on, my headache intensified, and I had the urge to move my bowels again. I picked up my backpack and headed to the men's room. Luckily, it was early in the day, so I had my pick of bathroom stalls. I sat on the toilet and immediately, in rapid fire, began shooting beads out of my rectum. European toilets, unlike their American counterparts, do not fill the bowl with water. There is a shelf where your fecal matter sits high and dry, and a hole at the back of the toilet with the water seal to cut off sewer gas. The design is most likely used to conserve water, so rather wasting it to fill the bowl, it's used minimally until flushed. That's all well and good, but when you have a world class "dump", it sits there on the ledge in a steaming mass until you flush the vile contents of your bowel down the hole. In this instance, the beads piled up so high, they touched my butt cheeks! I finished that chore, flushed the evidence, cleaned up, and as I was washing my hands, I glanced in the mirror again. Just above my temples, I could see something just beginning to protrude through my hair. After I dried my hands, I felt the area, and to my horror, I could feel protuberances coming out of my scalp. Normally, a bump like that might be a sebaceous cyst, an ingrown hair, or some other skin condition, but this time, it was on both sides of my head! In horror, I parted my hair by each bump and could see small horns growing out of my scalp! Then, I glanced down at my feet and could see long brown hairs protruding from the bottoms of my pants legs. I quickly lowered my pants below my butt cheeks, and saw thick hair from the waist down. I guess I didn't notice when I was sitting on the toilet because I only lowered my pants to my knees, and my shirttail was long enough to cover my waist and genitals.
I hiked my pants back up, and as I was tucking in my shirt around the back, my hand glanced over something just above my butt crack. I quickly felt around, and to my horror, I felt another nub back there, but a much bigger one. I was growing a tail! I looked at myself in the mirror again, and came to the realization that I was transitioning into a Faun or a Satyr, and it was happening fast! I instantly felt both horror and a deep sense of longing for the Faun or Satyr that I had intercourse with in the forest. He not only made love to me, he mated with me and his ejaculate contained a gift that the scientific community cannot explain. I gathered up my things and raced back to my hotel. While walking back to the Marriott, I cut through the Statpark because I had to defecate again in the bushes. As I was squatting down for another go round, my feet began to ache, and I could see my Adidas were widening. I finished up, not even caring to clean myself because my fecal nuggets were hard and came out pretty clean. I pulled my pants up, and they got caught on the tail that was rapidly forming.
When I got to the hotel room, my feet were bursting out of my walking shoes, so I quickly pulled them off, feeling a tingle in my genitals. I was too fixated on my feet to worry about that now, so I pulled off my socks. What I saw made me sit down on the bed and stare in awe. My toenails were growing laterally, and combining to form a thick shell, for lack of a better word. And it was growing up towards my ankles enveloping my toes. As I watched this happening, the tingle in my crotch intensified. I quickly began to loosen my belt buckle, and upon looking down, I could see piles of hair that had fallen into my lap. I jumped up to look in the mirror again, and saw that my beard was coming off in clumps. With that, I ripped off all of my clothes and stood at the full length mirror. It was true, I was transitioning into a mythological creature, right before my eyes! And that's when I noticed too that the hair on my head was lengthening, and was nearly to my shoulders. My body was not only transitioning, it was going through strange hormonal cycles, starting with my birth gender of male. So I immediately felt my very tender nipples to find that I was growing breasts! I instinctively grabbed my boys, and to my horror, my cock had shrunken and could not be seen amongst all the hair that was taking over that region, and my balls were rapidly shrinking in my scrotum. A deep indentation was forming between my testicles as they shrank forming the labia that now rimmed my new vagina. All I could say was, "Oh, my God", and not in my usually deep, baritone voice; it was replaced by something much higher pitched and feminine. Then I noticed some drops of blood on the tile floor of the bathroom. I was menstruating, which means, I now had a uterus and could now bear my Satyr a child! That's when I fainted and hit the floor. I woke up when Housekeeping knocked on the door.
I yelled, "Go away, not now!". I hopped up, nearly skating across the tile floor with my new hooves, and jumped in the shower trying to shower off the blood on my furry legs, and all the bodily fluids that matted my body hair. After showering, I put my hair up in a bun and awkwardly got dressed in my loosest sweats and a baseball cap. Rather than wear regular shoes, I put on the hiking boots that I brought along on this trip, stuffing paper in the heel portion to support my now goat-like ankles. I packed up, put a Covid mask on my face, and checked out at the front desk.
As I drove out to the forest, all I could think about was the Satyr ravishing me with his enormous cock, bent over a fallen tree and being inseminated by a mythological creature, which I too have become. I could feel my breasts growing under my sweatshirt and my nipples hardened thinking about my new life, and the life I'm leaving behind. The hormonal changes came fast and furious; my new vagina was wet and receptive...... I was in heat! I glanced at my face in the rearview mirror and noticed that my once prominent "Adam's Apple" was now gone, and my neck looked slender and feminine. Delicate curls framed my face and protruded beyond my hoodie now.
I turned into the parking area for the trailhead, and as usual, not a soul or another car was in sight. As soon as I opened the car door, my enhanced sense of smell told me that the Satyr was nearby. That immediately sent a tingle through my private parts and caused me to moisten down there in anticipation. I got out of the car and immediately shed my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the ground, then in leaps and bounds ran into the forest. I stopped short when the Satyr jumped in front of my path, then cautiously approached me. His concerned look immediately changed to one of pure joy, and a toothy smile replaced his aggressive scowl. He examined every inch of me with his eyes, and when I looked back at him he towered over me, as if he'd grown or I shrunk. Telepathically he cooed, "my love", and scooped me up into his arms, kissing me passionately. He carried me back to the spot where we'd first made love, and gently lowered me onto the mossy fallen tree, rolling me onto my stomach. This placed my vagina at just the right height and angle for the deepest penetration. Without hesitation, the Satyr mounted me doggie-style and pressed his engorged penis into my moist and awaiting vagina. His thrusts began slow and gentle, then once we were one, he began his animal-like thrusting, hell-bent on inseminating me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he relentlessly fucked me, and I was enjoying every minute of it. Suddenly, he began to grunt and shudder, ejaculating thick ropes of his seed inside of me, painting my vaginal canal and cervix with his thick, magic cum. He collapsed on my back as his cock continued to spasm inside of me. All I could think was, "This is where I belong".
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