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“Happy Trails”

Steve woke with a deep yawn and a heavy sigh as his legs stretched down toward the end of his bed. His blanket barely covering him as he’d spent a good deal of the night in a sweat of stress he’d been feeling for weeks now. When he was in the military, he had a routine, a focus. Something to always keep his mind on so that he wouldn’t have to spend a single moment questioning the one to follow. He rubbed his dark blue eyes with the palms of his hands and gave a louder second yawn as he felt his ankles and his toes pop. He sat up and turned sideways on his bed, getting up before dawn was routine. He did the same thing he always did, he folded his sheets toward the head of the bed, tucking them in with the utter precision of years of training and fluffing his pillow until it was perfectly smooth. He headed into the bathroom and as he turned on the shower, he stuck a toothbrush in his mouth, then flossed and used mouth wash before even stepping into the scalding hot rain of water. The rush of water woke him up the rest of the way and he reached his arms out, stretching his muscles as he washed off and shampooed his short, crew cut dark hair. By the time he pulled his shower curtain open, he looked at himself in the mirror, his gaze only intensifying as he climbed out and began to towel off. He rested his hands on the counter and stared himself close in the eyes and gave a long exhale through his nostrils. “I’ve got to make a change...” He admitted to himself.

Steve pulled on a pair of khaki briefs and made his way out to the living room and reached down to open a crate seated rather cozily at the corner of the couch. “Hey Trigger...hey guess what, boy? Today’s the day.” He said as he unlatched the crate and was greeted with a friendly husky muzzle that licked his hands with a play bow and an enthusiastic wag of his tail.

Trigger was a rarity; while most soldiers had Dobermans or German Shepherds, Steve had gotten lucky and found a Siberian Husky and the two had bonded during his last tour. He got up and winced as he felt that familiar nagging ache in his shoulder; the injury that got him sent home, as he caught a stray bullet directly between the joint and ruining his right arm for the most part. Steve could get by pretty well with it, but he could no longer lift heavy hundred-pound packs like he used to, and his gun arm was slower than it had been before. He had to be thankful for this one though, if he hadn’t gotten out when he did, who knows where he could have ended up. Or Trigger could have been killed, and looking back at it he couldn’t imagine how devastated he would have been not to be able to adopt him like he did. “Come on boy, let’s get ready.”

The sun was rising by the time Steve and Trigger left the house; the birds were just beginning to stir, filling the early morning air with their singing as he loaded up his jeep and climbed in his faithful husky jumping in alongside him to ride shotgun and before long they were off on the road. Their destination was “Alvarez National Park”; a four hour drive north, a park that had an expansive two hundred and eighty thousand acre size to it. He checked his phone for the check-in time, and at about three in the afternoon, the two of them arrived at the front gate. As Steve got out, he was greeted by a man at the gate with a thick brown head of hair that fell down past his shoulders, a massive beard that all but covered his lips, and a pair of dark eyes that gleamed at the sight of Steve and Trigger. He smiled, exuding a pleasant demeanor that he really hadn’t expected to encounter on this trip.

“You must be S. Willis.” He said with a gruff, but friendly tone to his voice as he stuck out a hand. “I’m Oliver but most people ‘round here call me Ollie.”

Steve approached and shook the man’s hand, taking in the surprise that he stood about a full head shorter than him. “Steve. Pleased to meet you, sir.”

“Oh please, “sir” was my old man.” He cast his gaze at Trigger and let out an audible “Aw! Now who’s this?” He asked as he reached a hand out; grateful, Trigger obediently placed his paw in it and like magic, a small treat was suddenly in the man’s other hand. Gratefully, Trigger snatched it from his fingers, eliciting a guffaw from the man. “That is one good boy...”

“That’s Trigger. He’s...well he’s my family I hope it’s alright I brought him...”

“No worries. He seems well behaved, I don’t think he’ll be a problem. Usually when someone brings their dog along it’s more of a hassle, but I think your pup’s alright. How old is he?”

“Five.” Steve replied. “Pretty young, but he’s seen more in his time than most canines do in their entire lives. He’ll behave.”

“You seem sure of yourself.”

“Yessir. Always.”

Ollie gave a smirk and shook his head. “Alright then. Here are the keys.” He said handing Steve a small set of keys collected on a ring. “You’ll be at lookout tower thirty-three. It’s about twenty five miles to the end of the drive, and another three miles on foot from there. Sorry, that’s the closest parking zone we have to that.”

“I think we could use a little hike.” Steve smiled. “Right, boy?” He asked Trigger who immediately and excitedly barked.

The drive to the lot took a little under twenty minutes to get to, Steve and Trigger disembarked and Steve slung his pack over his good shoulder while Trigger was strapped up with his own little pack, offering assistance and guidance where needed. Steve was by no means an invalid from his injuries, but he did occasionally suffer from traumatic nightmares and other times he would need assistance in small things around the house. But he’d found over the months after getting back from his tour that the two of them more often needed one another more than either one cared to admit. He smiled and rubbed Trigger’s head as they walked, the husky’s steps becoming more of a trot alongside him as he playfully wagged his tail and nibbled at Steve’s outstretched fingers.

At about the halfway point to the tower, a smell caught Steve’s nose and he sniffed the air; noticing that Trigger too had begun to look more alert before sniffing alongside him, he realized it wasn’t just him. “What do you think that is, boy? Some campers out here?” He asked. Trigger merely tilted his head curiously. “Well we’ll be able to check when we get to the tower, right?” He said mostly to himself as the pair continued along the path.

It took close to an hour before they had arrived at the tower, which rose far above the treetops surrounding it, as they climbed up the slanted ramps from the base he was able to take in the outstanding views all around them. Reaching the door of the tower’s room, Steve unlocked and opened it, letting Trigger in first, who happily hopped up onto the single-man cot and laid down to rest. The sheer look of happiness on his face made Steve smile, he’d always loved dogs and to be someplace like this with some pup like Trigger made him feel all warm inside. He stationed himself at the solitary computer in the hut and did the check-in procedures he’d been taught, making note of the campfire he thought he’d smelled.

After making the report, Steve checked the time; it was already past five in the evening, he cooked a small bit of food in the provided microwave and sat down with a pouch of noodles, twirling and slurping them from his container while Trigger ate from the wet food he’d put into a collapsible bowl for him. Steve petted him and laid back on his cot, his eyes feeling heavy he couldn’t help but doze off.

*KKRK!* The sound jolted Steve out of a sound sleep, and to his surprise morning had come already and he sat upright on the bed. Trigger was there, snoozing at the foot of the cot, his head rose inquisitively as Steve realized what had happened. “Willis? You out there? Come back.” He looked at the radio by the computer and recognized the voice. He got up and moved over to it, picking it up.

“Ollie? I’m here. I’m here.”

“Hope you had a good night’s rest, I was on my patrol early this morning and realized that your lights were still on.”

“Yeah... I guess the quiet really got to me. What’s up sir?”

“Will you quit calling me that? I wanted to get back to you on your report from yesterday. You said you smelled campfire?”

“Yes. Well... wood burning yes.”

Ollie breathed into the radio and gave a hum of confusion. “Well, hate to say but we don’t have anyone scheduled to be camping out here.”

“Are you sure? I was certain I smelled...”

“Well whatever you smelled, I suggest you check it out.” Ollie replied back. “Alvarez has strict times set aside from campers and visitors to the park if there’s someone here that’s not supposed to be, I’m worried they may be up to something. We’ve had trouble with poachers in the past. I’d hate to see that make a comeback.”

“Sure thing. I-I’ll get on it right away.”

“Okay. And one more thing; the storage shed under the tower should have some animal food too, I’m sure there’d be some dry dog food for your little companion.”

Steve laughed to himself and looked at Trigger, who was busy staring at the squawking radio. He rubbed his head. “Well, Trigger’s definitely happy to hear that. Thanks s--Ollie.” He said, correcting himself.

“Good luck, Steve.”

Not a lot of time for breakfast this morning, Steve made a quick pot of coffee as Trigger made short work of a small turkey treat he’d been given and both were ready to head out in under thirty minutes. Steve strapped the radio to his arm and descended the tower, trying to remember in what direction he’d smelled the smoke the day before. He figured it would be near the start of his route and he began to walk the path he’d been given to investigate. Alvarez Park was huge; encompassing over four-hundred miles, and had a contingent of fifty-four rangers to cover the vast areas, and he had to end up with the area that had a possible poacher. He and Trigger walked together, his loyal companion never leaving his side except for quick stops to use the bathroom. Eventually the pair reached a small ridge between the tower and the parking lot, where he could see both, but he was significantly closer to his tower than his car. He looked around the area, scanning slowly for any signs that anyone had been by there. Seeing nothing, he continued on, still not smelling what he’d smelled the night before.

It was well past the height of the afternoon by the time he’d reached the end of his designated route. His pedometer read he’d traveled almost fourteen miles by that point, and with nothing to report, he turned around to start the loop back toward the tower. Eventually, the two came to a rest at about the halfway point of return. An overturned log offered itself as a seat for Steve, who sat down and decided a break was needed. Trigger was calm as well, not quite antsy but...not quite restful either as he continued to look around. After some reassuring pets from Steve, the pair eventually got back to their feet and continued the trek back.

That was when Steve smelled it again; wood smoke, he could tell it from the distinctive odor that wafted through the trees and assaulted his senses. He continued onward, and eventually he found himself standing at a campsite. There was no tent, but the obvious signs someone had been there recently were there. He pondered to himself as he probed the site, Trigger sniffing around uneasily. There were no traps that Steve could see, no guns, nothing to indicate that this could be a poacher’s campsite, but it was clear someone had been here recently. As he looked down into the dirt, Steve could see hoofprints clearly imprinted into it and as he began to follow it, he could see the hooves disappear and almost change into something else entirely...like human feet. He bent down to investigate but saw that the prints at that point were mostly wiped out and distorted, making it impossible to tell what he was seeing.

Further along, he could hear the sounds of running water and as he approached a thick layer of grass, he could see the gleaming water of a river or creek bubbling along nearby. As he approached the water, something told him he had to duck down and keep quiet. Steve slinked along the grassy bank and that’s when he heard a loud splashing noise that made him jump.

There was a man not too much further along; what’s more is that it was a naked man walking casually along the edge of the river. His body was hairy and his dick was dangling almost down to his thighs, swinging openly as can be as he splashed at the water.

The sight was jarring to Steve, who hadn’t expected to find someone out here. The hairy man then jumped into the water and let out a yelp at its coldness. He laughed to himself as he the floated on his back, swimming through the water with his junk laying on top of him, out for everyone to see.

“Hey! Park ranger!” Steve announced suddenly, making the man dunk his head under the water, and then erupt from it, sputtering and coughing like mad after inhaling it. “What the fuck are you doing out here!?”

The man stared at him for a moment, his facial hair almost like a strangely curled goatee around his lips, a chestnut brown color that seemed to glimmer in the lowering sunlight. He barely heard Trigger barking at the stranger. “Trigger, down.” He said as he looked at the dog, and then turned back to the man whose hands were up in the air. “And you, for crying out loud can you put something on?”

“I’m not hurting anyone, I’m just out here enjoying myself.” The man responded. “The name is Rashan.”

“Look, I don’t care who you are sir. But this is a restricted area, you’re not allowed to be camping out here at this time of the year. I’m going to have to ask you to come with me.”

“What’re you a little cock-shy?” He asked with a playful smirk on his face that sent shivers down Steve’s spine.”

“Wha--no! No not at all! You just caught me off guard is all.”

“But that didn’t stop you from staring at my waggling cock, did it?”

Steve was growing flustered. “What? No! God damn, I’m in charge around here mister and I’ve been told you’re not supposed to--HEY!”

Suddenly the man decided to make a bolt for it, he ran out of the water and vanished into the brush as quick as lightning, leaving Steve to jump to his feet and give chase. Trigger barked and was also on the run behind him.

“Hey! Wait! Get back here!” Steve shouted, his voice jolting as he jumped over small hills and through the brush after the man who ran laughing naked into nature.

It was a harrowing, but short chase as Steve kept hearing laughter from one side, and then the other and somehow the sound was fading, and getting further away. Finally, he lurched forward to jump after the man only to land face-first on one of the trails he’d just seen a few minutes ago. He was out of breath already and he was just getting back to his feet as Trigger barked and made his own appearance. The man he was chasing had vanished completely, even looking at the dirt of the trail he could see that it hadn’t been stirred; no footprints except his own, which trailed off in the direction of his tower. After collecting his breath, he and Trigger started to make their way back down the trail, headed in the direction of the tower. It was nearly sundown by the time they finally made it back and to Steve’s surprise, the lights in the tower were on.

As Steve got to the top of the ramp and looked inside, he was almost startled to see Ollie sitting at his computer and when he went to open the door, the man jumped and looked at him. “Willis! There you are! I’ve been trying to reach you for hours! Where have you been?”

“Well, I was--” Steve paused as he clutched his radio and it made no sound. He examined it and found that there were no batteries inside. “I was investigating that campsite. Turns out someone was camping there. He wasn’t a poacher though he was some...random... naked guy just flopping about all over nature it was... extremely disturbing.”

“What?” Ollie looked confused and a little bit flustered as he listened to the story and shook his head at the very end of what had happened. “So, he disappeared?”

“Practically right in front of me. I swear he was...” He stared at the man who remained unblinking.

“Maybe you should spend a little less time in the sun Willis.” He pointed at Steve’s shirt. “And maybe not tuck your shirt in so tight; I know that after coming back from the war you probably put on a little bit of extra pounds but really we don’t need to see that.”

“What are you--?” Steve looked down at himself, not only did it look like he’d gained a few pounds in the last few days, but his uniform was completely filthy. “Oh...uh... yeah.” He said to himself as he brushed his fingers down the front of his outfit, feeling strange as they ran over a pelt of hair that was sticking out from between each button like a treasure trail going straight down. “You’re right I guess...” He admitted, his voice trailing off some as he spoke.

“And you’re supposed to be a volunteer ranger for crying out loud. Willis? This is a pig sty. I expect when me or Natalie Ingman visit next this place will look more respectable.”

“Ingman?”

The other head ranger, closest thing to my boss there is. Now. I’m going to head back, I want you to get some rest and if there is some crazy naked vagrant here, I want you to continue investigating it in the morning. Okay?”

“Yessir. Will do.”

“Hey ranger...” Rashan had appeared directly overhead, startling Steve out of a sound sleep. “Trouble sleeping?”

Steve was horrified at what he saw, the naked man dangling over him, holding himself up between the rafters with a strong pair of arms and a thick pair of hooved legs with large haunches and a big belly that dangled down almost as far as his thick cock, which was covered in a thick nest of pubic hair, bundled in a layer of fur that lined his thighs. His eyes were glowing green as he smiled toothily at the man. Screaming, Steve jolted to his feet and leaped from the bed.

He fell to the ground and was surprised to feel thick, flowing grass under him as he landed. He looked around and he realized he was out on one of the trails he’d come across earlier. “What the fuck is happening?” He asked in shock as he ran his hands through his hair, only to feel that it was somehow longer and yet at the center of his scalp, he was missing a large chunk of it. He put his hands on top of his head and watched a shower of hair fall down in front of his eyes. He brought his hands out to look at them and they too looked different; they seemed thicker, longer, and with thick, sharp pointed black nails like claws on the ends of each of his fingers. “Hey! What’s going on?” He turned around and it felt like the world was spinning around him as the day turned to night in seconds he found himself against a tree. The spinning sensation was making him ill and he put a hand on his stomach; noticing he was naked now he looked down to see that he too had gotten a bit of a muscle gut going on and a pelt of reddish hair covered his body. He grabbed his stomach in shock and calmly, rationally said to himself “This is a dream, this has gotta be a dream...”

A sudden tingling sensation down by Steve’s crotch caught his attention, and he looked down to see Rashan indulging in sucking his cock slowly, determinedly along his long, thick shaft. He gasped in surprise, his hips bucking forward as the man’s eyes rolled back, his furry legs pushing outward, exposing the thick shape of his rear, which made Steve’s mouth go dry. As Rashan’s lips popped off the man’s cock Steve gasped in surprise, shuddering at the touch. “Mmm got two things to say: One, this might be a dream, or it could also be some portent into the future... and two...” He turned around and bent double over, sticking his hairy ass into the air. “How would you like to eat out a satyr? A real satyr?”

“A ssssssssss-----”

The sound of hissing interrupted Steve’s dream and he jolted awake suddenly, cracking his fist against the wall as he sat up immediately. Trigger tilted his head at him, staring almost indifferently at him as he woke drenched in sweat and breathing heavily as if he’d just swam the Thames river in England. He looked at his alarm clock, it had not gone off, it was already eight in the morning...two days in and he’d already slept in twice now...” He ran a hand through his sweaty hair, breathing heavily as he did so. His heart was racing and he was sporting a thick, massive, throbbing erection. His eyes staring at the pillar sticking through his boxer shorts.

“Why...the fuck would I dream that shit up? I’m straighter than a line...there’s no way I should be thinking about some guy like that! And what the fuck was up with him being a satyr? What the fuck was wrong with him?” He brushed his hand through his hair; no bald spots that he could tell, but his hair had definitely gotten a little thicker on all sides. It had to be a coincidence. Right? “Yeah... yeah just a coincidence.” he said to himself before looking at Trigger, whose head was tilted to one side. “What?” He asked defensively.

The afternoon was warm by the time Steve left the hut again. He leaned on the banister overlooking the forest and grounds below, stretching his back out as he watched Trigger down below, sniffing and relieving himself all over the landscape. He chuckled in amusement, almost forgetting about the man from yesterday. “Rashan...” He said to himself as he thought about him. That thick, hairy ass, those dark, mysterious eyes. That mischevious smile...that... rotound belly and hanging cock... He shook his head in disbelief. “Oh what the fuck...” He rubbed his eyes with his fingers like he was trying to shove soap into them. He never had these kind of thoughts, he was clearly and securely heterosexual...why focus on another man’s junk like that? The thought of it made his stomach churn in disgust. He shouldn’t be running around naked like that. No...something had to be done.

“Thirty-three come back?” The radio clicked on with a woman’s voice on the other side.

“Tower thirty-three. Who’s this?”

“Natalie Ingman, is this Willis, comma, Steven?

Steve rolled his eyes at the almost-robotic response and his name being read by this woman. “Yes ma’am.”

“Great. We checked out this stranger in the park you had told Ollie about, unfortunately when we went by the area you indicated there was nothing.”

“Nothing?” He repeated in frustration. “I mean... surely there had to be remnants--there was a campfire ring, a tent...”

“I’m not sure what you saw Willis, but as of this morning, it was as if no one has been to that site in months. I’m sorry but there was nothing. I suggest for the rest of your time here just try to do what you can and report what you can.”

Steve groaned. “But I’m not lying I--” He paused and looked outside, and to his amazement he saw a naked streak of flesh running across the forest, prompting Trigger to bark and making him drop his radio.

Steve ran outside of the tower, catching that naked streaker running and vanishing into the woods. “Hey! Hey you! Get back here!” He shouted as he grabbed his hat and keys and ran down the ramps to the base of the tower. He whistled at Trigger, who ran over him. “Trigger stay here.” He commanded before bolting off in the direction the other man went. He wasn’t about to get away now.

The afternoon sky was burning down overhead, at least until he reached the shady woods. He ran until he heard twigs crackling and snapping and he took an immediate turn to head in that direction. He ran a good half mile before another sound made him turn again. By this time he was getting winded; sweat had begun drizzling down his cheeks and his pits were growing wet and hot. He slowed down a bit, breathing heavily as he searched for another clue; another hint of where to go next. He ran his hand over his forehead, finding it hard for him to catch his breath before another sound caused him to turn and head back the other way. He wasn’t sure exactly what was happening, why he couldn’t find this guy, but he’d never gotten this winded so easily. Not when he was used to two, three, ten mile runs with his troops back in the service. It just didn’t make any sense, as he stood up, Steve placed his hands on the small of his back and stretched; he was having a hard time catching his breath and the fact that his uniform felt sort of tight on him didn’t sit right with him. It was worse than last night, but he didn’t have time to investigate as another sound suddenly reached his ears and he took off in that direction. It was some endless maze that he was being run through, and all the while he could hear the laughter of the man echoing somewhere ahead. “Rashan! Where are you??” He shouted, his voice echoing as he slowed to a walk.

“Right here my little beaver.”

The voice was so sudden and so surprising that Steve spun around to the voice whispering at the back of his neck and slammed directly into someone, causing them both to fall to the ground. Steve didn’t know why it was hard for him to get back to his feet. He suddenly saw himself looking up into the canopy overhead and with a grunt and a roll, he finally got back to his feet. “What the hell was that?”

“Sir? Sir are you all right?” Ollie had asked, getting up from his own stumble to the ground before their eyes met. “Oh! Oh my, Steve? Wha--what the hell?”

Steve squinted his eyes in confusion. “Y-yeah it’s me Ollie, why do you look so surprised.” He asked before looking down at his hands and realizing they looked completely different from his own. “What...the?” He was staring at fingers shaped like sausages, no...not like sausage like... digits from an animal. Little black claws jutting out from his nails loomed over the ends of his fingers as he flexed them in confusion before looking at Ollie. “What...the fuck is happening to me?”

“God damn! What the hell have you been eating?!” Ollie pointed out, seemingly oblivious to the obvious claws at the end of Steve’s fingers. Instead, Steve looked down to his body and saw that it was tight and bursting at the seams around his belly and torso. As he looked, he let out a cry of shock and turned wildly to look at himself. His shirt ripped down the back and he turned the other way to try and catch the tatters of his uniform.

“What the fuck is going on?!” He screamed again, loudly as he put his hands on his face which felt round and portly and unrecognizable to him. He grabbed Ollie by the collar of his shirt and shook him in a panic like a ragdoll. “Ollie?! What is going on?”

Ollie grunted and grabbed Steve’s hands. “Hey! Whoa! It’s okay... you must’ve just had... a growth spurt. Willis, it happens to everyone son. Please tell me what you ate that caused this... maybe if it’s not a growth spurt it could be a reaction to the foods you have been eating?”

“It’s neither of these things! It’s that naked guy...that Rashan guy! He’s doing this to me!”

“What are you talking about? How could someone do this?”

“You’re saying I did it to myself? Ollie!” He exclaimed in shock. “Come on now--”

“Okay. Okay if someone did this to you, then we’ve got to find them. Come on now. Who am I looking for?”

“Rashan. He’s the guy I was telling you about, running around naked as a jay bird and--”

“Naked? I haven’t seen anyone naked around here Steve. But I’ll be glad to look, why don’t I go this way and you go that way?” He said, pointing toward the road leading south. “We can meet back at your tower tonight. Okay?”

“Sure. No problem...” He stopped and looked around only to see that Ollie had somehow disappeared. He put a hand on his face and groaned. “Man if this is another fucking dream...”

Suddenly, a pair of hands reached up from behind Steve, grabbing his shirt and his large chest underneath it. Steve jolted in shock and felt a wet tongue drag along his ear. “Come on, I’m sure you’re at least a little curious... Steve...” Rashan’s voice echoed in his ear and the man’s fingers grabbed Steve’s uniform shirt, ripping it cleanly off, making him fall to the ground on his hands and knees before he spun around, swinging at him. But the man was already several feet away. “C’mon! Put some of that military training to use!” He shouted as he grabbed his thick member; balls and shaft and shook it in his directly. “Come get me Steve!” He laughed as he again continued to run, forcing Steve to follow him.

Steve looked down at his body, and the best he could describe it mentally was a “muscle gut” he was definitely much larger than he had been, his belly sticking out a bit further than his chest, but his chest tight and hard against him. He was surprised this left no real jiggle as he ran. But running while looking at himself he almost missed a massive cliff coming up on him. He let out a cry of shock and skidded to a halt, screaming as he wobbled his arms to maintain his balance, only to look down about ten feet and see Rashan lying in a pool of water below. “Hey come on in! The water’s great!” He exclaimed cheerfully raising a glass.

“Why--youuu!” Steve tended to leap before he looked when it came to him losing his temper and he leaped off the cliff in a freefall dive. As he fell into a dive, the ten feet suddenly looked like it was one thousand feet and he let out a cry as he fell. “Noooooooo!” He cried as he entered a hopeless diving position and hit the cold water.

He felt no pain, Steve swirled about in the water before spotting the surface overhead, and with a kick of his feet he swam toward it. He felt his pants sliding off his hips as he made his way back to the surface, which seemed so far away now. The harder he kicked the further it seemed to be, until he made a desperate bid to push himself there, splashing through the water in a deep gasp, coughing as he made his way to the edge of this body of water. Sputtering as he crawled out he coughed and landed on his face in the warm sandy ground.

After several moments, Steve felt something else laying on top of his back, a hairy pair of arms resting around his torso as an even hairier pair of legs hugged at his hips. Rashan laughed lightly, his whispers tickling Steve’s ear. “Mmm there’s my little beaver. You take things so seriously Steve, it’s no wonder I’ve had the best time with you.”

Steve wanted to push Rashan off, but something about their contact aroused him. Rashan’s hairy legs made his skin crawl, his nerves tingle. His hot air against the back of Steve’s neck made his breath catch in his throat. He’d never been attracted to men before, but somehow this visceral contact made his body tremble. Feeling the man’s cock dragging along his ass, teasing his hole made him tremble. “A--ahh...” He managed to utter, to his surprise.

“Do you like that? This euphoria of our connection, Steve?” Rashan asked, his hand slowly rolling over the hump of Steve’s thick ass, the thumb spreading his cheeks apart and letting the man’s thick cock push against him. “The feeling of me resting against you?”

“Wh-what... did you do?” Steve asked softly, trying to push the words out of him as Rashan laughed in amusement.

“I didn’t do anything but let a few of your inhibitions fall away.” Rashan said with a purr in Steve’s ear, his teeth nipping gently at the flesh and pulling it. “It gives you a taste of true pleasure, doesn’t it?”

Rashan’s hands moved along Steve’s body like fire and Steve could feel hair being caressed where there had been no hair before. He looked at his arms where Rashan’s hands were rubbing and saw a reddish colored fur sprouting from his arms exactly where the man was touching and the more he touched, the more aroused Steve felt.

Finally Steve pushed back and Rashan fell from his body as he got to his feet. Turning around, Steve’s eyes widened as he looked at Rashan; the man was about half a foot shorter than him. His body thick as a barrel, covered in a dark brown hair with a very thick beard that fell down past his mid-chest, barely covering a pair of round nipples that made him breathe heavily. At his legs, Steve realized the man had a pair of short goat legs in an even thicker pelt of brown fur, which made him gasp audibly. “Wh-what are you?” He asked, his voice breathless at the thick cock standing erect between Rashan’s legs.

Rashan grinned. “Oh don’t worry Steve. I’m just a myth...just like you.” He pursed his lips out in an attempt to be cute.

Steve’s heart was racing in his chest, he found something strangely alluring, attractive about this creature. “A satyr?” He said in a whisper.

Rashan’s grin widened as he spread his legs out to display his erection prominently; invitingly, and the act made Steve’s mouth go dry as the creature’s thick, hearty musk washed over his sensitive nostrils. “Well... there’s no myth-taking that observation.” He said coyly.

Despite the terrible pun, there was something unmistakably hot about him and before Steve knew what he was doing he had dropped to his hands and knees and without hesitation, he wrapped his lips around the offering.

“Nnnh. Yes...” Rashan’s voice developed a husky whisper as he grabbed the back of Steve’s head, dragging him closer and letting the man’s wet lips slurp over his cock. Streams of saliva could be felt drooling down the surface as Rashan again and again pulled Steve against his pelvis, eliciting a squelch from Steve’s throat as the cock rammed at the back of his throat. Steve swallowed the flesh again and again like a sword swallower his head low to the ground and his ass in the air as he slurped his tongue along Rashan’s hairy balls, feeling their heft drop against his chin in a wet mesh of saliva that was gathering there.

Steve dragged his fingers up the satyr’s torso, feeling a thick muscle under that otherwise average stocky exterior, his hands grazing across Rashan’s nipples, which were getting harder each time his fingers felt them. And in turn, Rashan’s hands caressed Steve’s face. Steve could feel another charge; it felt like static electricity crawling over his face. His cheeks, his nose, every bit of his face felt like it was going numb as each hair grasped at the satyr’s claws and clung to him as he dragged them across his face, and then his head. He watched as hair began to sprout around his eyes, adding a sense of furriness he’d never seen before. He watched his nose and his face began to elongate as Rashan’s hands glowed an eerily soothing blue color, leaving behind trails of reddish fur. He felt his hips rock and the layer of fur that had started toward his face had begun to follow Rashan’s hands back. Steve was changing, and his muscles were becoming more pronounced under a thick, muscle gut body. One that Rahsan was fashing just for him. He moaned and it was enough of a shudder for him to release the man’s cock from his mouth. Rashan grinned and dragged his fingers down, pulling the new fur against the grain and making it spread even faster before pushing him back. “You know what to do...” His voice almost echoed in a hypnotic tone which made Steve’s ears ring a bit from it.

It was almost on instinct that Steve turned over and rested on his knees, presenting his ass to the satyr. Rashan wasted no more words, grabbing each of Steve’s cheeks and spreading the apart, he ran his tongue along his lips and quickly pressed his face into that warm, welcoming hole. Steve trembled at the sensation, he’d never thought he’d be getting his ass eaten out like this. Not to mention from some hairy mythical creature like this. He howled in pleasure as he slapped his hand onto the support in front of him. He realized then that his hand had completely changed. Not only was it more muscular, but it was covered in a thick pelt of reddish hair which seemed to react to everything his body felt. He clutched the support he was leaning against and dragged his new claws through it, causing it to shred like an animal got ahold of it. “Ahh! Fuck!” He gasped and found himself thrusting his hips back into the satyr’s waiting tongue as he wiggled and pressed his flesh deeper. Steve had never felt this before, it was an intoxicating feeling, as he felt Rashan’s large, sharp claws grabbing and dragging along the flesh of his ass. Settling on his balls and tugging them for a more comedic need to pull him closer.

Again and again Rashan’s togue did twice the work and Steve remained moaning and trembling for more and more, his howls of pleasure growing by the second. “Ahh! Hah...”

After several minutes, Rashan pulled his tongue back with a wet string of saliva that dripped down between them, slickening the back of Steve’s fuzz covered balls “Mmm there you go my beaver. I hope you’re ready for the main event...”

“Why do you keep calling me--?” Steve’s voice trailed off as he spotted his reflection nearby and could see the round furry face, that cute black button nose, that tuft of reddish hair now resting partly over his eyes and in his shock, he fell silent. Giving into the pleasure of the moment; somehow he’d actually become a beaver and his massive, thick frame rocked back and forth as he felt a warm throbbing tip push against his hole and as he looked back, Rashan was on top of him, his smaller frame somehow dominating him as he used the slickness of his own spit to push himself in. “Ahhh!” He cried out and gasped as he was suddenly in pain from penetration, but the pain quickly melted ito pleasure and his cries turned into moans of ecstasy as the satyr began to slowly but thoroughly fuck him.

Their bodies collided again and again. Rashan’s growls of pleasure filling Steve’s ear along with his hot breath as he licked and drove himself in with enough force to knock him forward. Rashan growled in pleasure, pushing himself in to the hilt and surprising Steve who never would have expected him to be this massive, this thick and driving into his ass. Again and again their bodies slammed together, Steve could feel the muscles of his butt ripple with each slap and Rashan grappled with Steve’s belly for dear life for several minutes. His cock working Steve’s hole looser and looser until he was slamming into him effortlessly and making Steve howl into his arms, which remained crossed over his face as he grew more and more lost in his lust-filled pleasure. “Ah! G-god...fuck!” Steve said suddenly after a few more minutes, even not touching himself, his body trembled and he was sent over the edge, splashing his seed hard into the ground under him. Rashan wasn’t far behind either, as he came immediately after. Biting down hard on Steve’s shoulder as his cum flooded him and kept going, the force of his climax so powerful that it kept popping out of Steve’s hole, making a wet white splash behind them that he was more than happy to return to again and again. Rashan grabbed Steve’s furry head of hair and gave one last, pleasurable thrust to lock him in place. “Mmmm...now there’s a good beaver...” He purred as he nipped Steve’s ear and the two collapsed together. The sensation shot across his scalp like electricity and to his surprise, he could see a shower of hair drizzling down past his eyes. His mouth opened in surprise, and then his eyes rolled back as his fur slowly and thoroughly thinned from the top of his head, he shuddered in pleasure. “And that’s even better...” He chuckled darkly.

“I do have a question...” Steve said in between breaths. “Why me? Why did you choose me?”

“Now that is a good question to ask. I’ll explain it to you back at your tower...”

Steve was not disappointed, as they left the middle of the woods where they had their rendezvous, Rashan filled him in on the role he intended for him to play in the preservation of nature. To cure and help sick plants, rescue lost and injured animals. It was a great responsibility for a park that was well over four hundred miles in diameter. It was a lot for him to take in, but as the night fell and the pair returned to Steve’s watch tower, he was elated to see that Trigger was still there, and Steve was suddenly excited to return to his work. Trigger was excited, though curious to see him as well. Even shaped like a beaver, it seems that dogs can’t forget their partners. As Steve petted the husky, a sudden burst of the tower’s door startled both him and Rashan as Ollie came running in.

“Oy! Steve! I’m so glad you’re here! I thought I lost you and--” His eyes widened at the sight of the beaver and satyr looking back at him. He blinked in confusion and Steve looked to see Rashan had vanished, leaving him alone and naked for the man. “Wow! What the fuck happened to you?”

“You can see me? I mean like this?”

Ollie blinked and shook his head. “Of course! Er at least about enough to see you’re going to need the quadruple X shirts next time. Can you believe what happened ot the rest of your clothes?” He asked as he held up tattered remains of Steve’s former and destroyed uniform.

“Sorry about that...” Steve said apologetically. But Ollie, you are not going to BELIEVE the night I’ve had!.”

THE END?