[2016/05/23]Rastiel gast Tarsi the Red looked over the town below her. From her position at the crest of the hill she could see the wild party below. Within a tiny village of likely no more than two hundred people now resided a small army of merry makers, and among them where forest spirits, nymphs and satyrs that had no business in a human settlement. The request for aid had come from the local priestess, who had fled as soon as she saw the creatures approaching. Her fear was only somewhat warranted, and Tarsi was annoyed that a seasoned professional like herself had been sent on such a simple and basic mission. The Nymphs where potential trouble, but so far they had not seemed to be growing in number and that made the warrior believe that they where simple forest sprits. What she was now sure the scene below her represented was nothing more than a bunch of board satyrs who had wandered a bit far from their native home. No combat, no hard fights or glorious battles, just a long trip from the headquarters and a few days talking and convincing the partyers to move on and let the village get back to normal.

[2016/05/23]Tessa LeClair trudged on behind the veteran explorer that was the famous Tarsi the Red. The mighty Mercenary had taken Tessa under her wing, and besides the grunt work of basically being her squire, she had learned much from the seasoned veteran monster slayer. It had been years since Tarsi had saved her from the band of Orc raiders, and in that time, the two had become nearly inseparable. No matter how daunting the task, the two were able to work miracles and conquer any foe. Sadly it seemed that their fantastical adventures would have to be set on hold while the pair took up a job to clean out a Satyr party in one of the nearby grain towns. Seemingly overnight a band of Satyrs and Nymphs had invaded the usually quiet hamlet, and took to disrupting the usual farming routine that the town would have been pursuing, not this ceaseless celebration of wine and fornication. Tessa reached into one of the many packs she had been carrying and produced a few of the common pre-treatments to dealing with Satyrs: A few phials of never-warm ice, in the off chance they would be aroused, and some blueberry gel to repel the Nymphs.

[2016/05/23]Rastiel gast Tarsi was happy that she at least had someone to talk to on this job. The village was so far out of her normal patrol reagon that the trip itself had seen the warrior chasing after small woodland creatures out of boredom. The Satyrs in question where quite the opposite, and as Tarsi motioned for her follower to continue along she wondered idley why this task had even been given to her in the first place. Nothing in this town posed a true threat to anyone, the satyrs couldn't transform anyone on their own, and any nymphs that did journey with such raucous company definitely where not the dangerous sort. Along the outskirts All she saw was women and men betraying the goddess, kissing and exchanging touches with monsters and spirits. One man on the farthest reaches had a nymph pressed against a wall, her perfect skin and curves a stark contrast to the simple wooden structure that the peasant was enjoying her against. Both where oblivious to the world around them, making lewd noises as the man fumbled with his trousers trying to ready himself. The nymph was of coarse totally nude, and Tessa could see that her companion was debating punishing the man with emasculation before she got back on task.

[2016/05/23]Tessa LeClair couldn't find any glasses of wine near the man, he wasn't turning into a Satyr or anything, he just seemed to really enjoy fucking that Nymph. Who could blame him? He lived in some nothing town and the lack of non-nymph females seemed apparent. Tessa noticed Tarsi with her hand on her dagger, rolling her fingers over the pommel as she eyed the Farmer's heavy sack as he continued to fuck the monster without any care in the world. "C'mon Tarsi." She gave her companion a gentle nudge to the side. "Lets find the Mayor's house and set our gear down. No need to worry about a small fry like this guy, he doesn't seem to be hurting anybody. Let him get his rocks off and we can get to work clearing out this town and go on back for a better assignment. If I want to get out of this town soon, I can't imagine how mind numbing this place must be to you." The man and the Nymph continued their hearty romp, their wild fucking causing the rickety old barn to shake with their every thrust, putting the livestock within, on edge.

[2016/05/23]Rastiel gast Tarsi said very little as she moved though the town, for her it was the worst possible example of improper behavior she had ever seen. All around them men where stumbling drunkenly through the street, some with satyrs arm in arm, chasing after a mix of women and nymphs all giggling and putting up very token resistance to the men's advances. All around her was debauchery, and it distracted the veteran from small details. As one woman sat on the porch a randy satyr made a number of lewd remarks to her. The woman refused him, almost making Tarsi smile a bit to see some decorum. However, after the adventurer had passed the girl downed a drink of wine she had received earlier. Almost instantly she began to change her demeanor, slowly slipping out of her dress as the goat man became more and more handsy. Tarsi was too concerned with her general disdain of the situation to notice, though deep within her something called to her. As Tessa followed a smiling satyr walked up from behind and greeted her quickly. "Hi there sexy! You look like quite the fierce little kitten!" shoving a wine skin into her hands he disapered into the crowd almost as soon as he had appeared.

[2016/05/23]Tessa LeClair nearly jumped as she had a wine skin planted in her palms. "What the fuck?!" She shouted, tossing the skin to the curb and splattering its contents over the duo's shoes. Tessa wriggled her fingers, trying to get the sticky mess that was Satyr dribble and stale wine off her fingers. "Tarsi, this place is terrible. Everything smells like booze and sex, it's way too warm here, and that bastard just called me a kitten. I am not a kitten!" She shouted, stomping her foot in the dirt and kicking the skin further away. Around them, the display of passion caught the attention of the drunken revelers who simply chuckled at the girl and continued on their merry way. More Satyrs skipped along the street, passing around wine and Nymphs as if they were going out of style. The same Satyr that had given Tessa the skin of wine, skipped along again, and noticed his previous offering on the floor. "Oh Ho! Not much for drinks, Kitten? Maybe you're more of a milk gal, hmm?" He gestured to his sagging Satyr cock, twirling it at the pair and then prancing off to party with the others. As soon as he disappeared, another Satyr, Nymph in tow, came bounding in. "Check out this Fiery red head! Maybe a little something to douse your anger?" The Satyr joked at Tarsi's expense, handing her a skin of wine while the Nymph planted a kiss on her cheek. The pair prancing off into the town.

[2016/05/23]Rastiel gast Unbeknownst to the pair of adventurers the woman they observed earlier was now moaning loudly as one of the many satyrs plunged inside of her. She was slowly changing in body, her breasts swelling, skin softening, hair becoming longer and lighter. Meanwhile her husband was laughing and dancing with a pair of women already well along in their change. All of this was just another part of the assault that now came down on Tessa's mind, overwhelming her and creating a sort of stress she had no way of dealing with. Tarsi could offer very little support, she herself was trying to manage her own trouble. She was angry, most of her problems could normally be solved with violence but this time she was forced to act restrained while the people she worked to protect fraternized with the enemy. Instead of throwing the wine away she simply tucked it into her pouch and turned to her partner. "Well I definitely would not mistake you for a kitten, I have seen far more fur than what you have now." Smiling she hugged her companion and motioned her onward only to be met with jeers and cat calls. "The satyr that had given Tarsi her drink now let his cock swell as he whooped and hollered. "Oh yes! go on you two, make out! give us all a nice show!" As annoying as his comments where the pair was beginning to feel warmer and warmer. Causing them both to privately curse the heavy gear they carried with them.

[2016/05/23]Tessa LeClair felt flush, her face glowing red as the kind moment with her best friend was quickly turning lewd due to the horny Satyr behind them. A few more Satyr, Nymphs, and townsfolk had formed a small mob around the duo, cheering the pair on for some perverted show, and more importantly, creating another mindless fuck-mob. Sex erupted around the pair again, and they tried their best to ignore it. "I'm sorry Tarsi. I guess all this gear is getting heavy. Maybe we could just drop it off in the corner, it's nothing ore than camping supplies and I don't really think any of these...freaks would want anything to do with our equipment." Tessa could see Tarsi mulling it over in her head, the pair were really getting sick of carrying around all their stuff, maybe just going lighter would help take their minds off of all the dirty sex and even dirtier compliments. Tarsi nodded and gave her companion a little peck on the forehead, sending quick jolts of electricity through their bodies. "Ehm. I guess we'll just set our stuff down and head into the center of town, that's where the music is coming from, so there may be where the original monsters came from. We could ask them to leave and apply some force if we can't get it past their thick half-goat skulls." Tessa uncharacteristically giggled and followed her leader, not watching as the Red-haired warrior sniffed the skin of wine.

[2016/05/23]Rastiel gast Tarsi was feeling more and more like a drink. She needed something to calm her nerves, and the wine she now had might just provide that. Still she was focused on her goal. Deciding that being nice was taking too much time she drew her sidearm, a rounded maul, and began to brandish it. The satyrs where not well organized and made almost no effort to come to their companions aid as Tarsi knocked one after the other to the ground and demanded to know who was in charge of the band. All she got in response where the whines of pain from those she hit, the jeers and laughs from those that watched, and laughs that made the girl think something about her question seemed ridiculous to them. Tarsi was already at her whits end when the last goat man she knocked to the ground took advantage of a short distraction to pull the girl down on top of him. He managed to get out half of his complement about the softness of her breasts when she knocked him out cold. At the end of her rope, she grabbed her friend into a close by building to drop off their heavier equipment before continuing. Almost as an absent minded action she took a swig from her wine skin as she wondered what to do next. Tessa, was about to speak when another nymph approached her and gave her a big hug. "Aw, you look all stressed out. Would you like a massage? Im really good I promise!"

[2016/05/23]Tessa LeClair was about to answer the Nymph, but the sensual monster had already begun rubbing her shoulders. The pale woman held Tessa tight and had begun rubbing her chest against the poor girl's back, all the while rubbing circles on her tight shoulders. "Nuh-no...I would really rather you not touch me." She tried to stay civil, wrestling a shoulder free as she tried to get back to Tarsi, but her path was quickly blocked by a wholly inebriated Satyr who waggled his rear at her and pointed to his shoulders. "Eehey! Lady, why don't you *hic* give me a little massage too." He said with a chuckle, stepping backwards until his rear was firm against her crotch, leaving her sandwiched between the two monsters. "G-get off me!" She shouted, slipping away from the pair and losing her coat in the process, the two monsters immediately filling the void and breaking into another pile of fucking bodies. Tessa came over to Tarsi who instead of helping, had been guzzling down most of the wineskin while a crowd had formed around her and most of the bludgeoned Satyrs. "Hey Tarsi, why didn't you help me back there?" She queried her friend. As Tarsi responded, she tilted her wineskin to the side, a few Satyrs skipping by refilled the sack and motioned for a few more of their friends to form a loose group around Tarsi. "Hey Babe, how's the wine?"

[2016/05/23]Tessa LeClair: The Satyrs said with a resounding chuckle, patting Tarsi on the shoulder and beckoning a few of the half-transformed townsfolk and some Nymphs into the group.

[2016/05/23]Rastiel gast Tarsi was finally starting to feel clearheaded. It had just been so very stressful to worry about everything, especially all the satyrs. Now that she had something to drink she could clear her mind a bit a figure out what to do. Slipping her top layer off she enjoyed the feeling of the cold air over her skin, her breasts contained within her bra elicited another howl from the gathered crowd as the nice satyr refilled her drink. "Oh its great." She responded with a demure smile and a slightly seductive tilt of her head. "I could just drink this forever." With another swig she felt even better, and hardly took notice to her friend calling to her. Tessa came into view of her friend just in time to see a pair of hands wrap around her chest from behind to begin fondling the girl. Tarsi only noticed her when she let out a gasp at the sight. Feeling a bit strange about the situation she shooed away the hands and pushed her way through. Before she could react Tarsi hugged her companion quickly, only this time she paired it with a happy kiss right on the lips. Tessa could taste the wine as her mouth was invaded and amid the cheers of the gathered crowd she almost felt herself lingering a bit before the two parted. "Hiya Tessa! Are you having fun or what?" She said, before slowly trying to slide her hand under her partners pants.

[2016/05/23]Tessa LeClair almost melted in her companion's embrace, her body burning up and the crowd's body head was doing nothing to help with that. Tarsi's hands went to her pants, and she felt powerless to do anything against what her friend was doing to her. As Tessa allowed Tarsi to pull down her pants, exposing her pale thighs and thong-clad rear to the crowd, a very horny looking Satyr came up behind her. Another Satyr pranced in behind Tarsi, the half-goat duo wagging their free cocks in the wind, then rubbing their bare crotches against the two women's rears. The one behind Tarsi fought with the other Satyr for total attention of the new playmate, pinching under her bra and sliding a hand under her own pants to grip her ample rear. Behind Tessa the Satyr proceeded to rub his cock against her nearly-bare ass, hooking his grubbing and wine-stained fingers under her top to help expose her chest to the town and its monster inhabitants.

[2016/05/23]Tessa LeClair looked to the side, a few Nymphs had begun closing in, licking their chops as they turned the girl's heads to theirs locking lips with the humans as their Satyr companions continued fondling the unwilling participants. Tessa tried to break it off, not enough wine had been introduced to her system and she was still trying to fight against the orgy forming around the pair. "T-tarsi, we need to stop." She mumbled, no action to accompany her words.

[2016/05/23]Rastiel gast Tarsi was no longer the same girl she had been moments ago. As she enjoyed the feeling of being groped her mind turned to one thing, cock. The satyrs all had such nice ones too! As she looked around she began to realize just what she was missing out on. Turning around, she ignored Tessa's pleas for action. It simply was not necessity any more. All Tarsi wanted now as for the big strong man in front of her to make her scream and moan like all the other nymphs. Tessa could see what fate was about to befall them. All around her nymphs where scampering about, just as drunk as the satyrs that followed them. She watched one in particular, a flower in her hair that reminded her of the girl they had seen earlier. A large and well hung man chasing behind her. She giggled and called out for help in a sarcastic voice, before tiring a bit of the chase and "Tripping" with a delicate grace that seemed almost impossible. This was all erased quickly as she was tackled by her hunter and filled with a bestial vigor, leaving her moaning like all the others. A cup was raised to her lips from behind, and almost without thinking she began to drink the sweet liquid while she watched her friend. Tarsi seemed so small compared to the satyr, his cock fully erect and poking between her legs. She let out another giggle, her hair growing longer while her hips widened in the creatures arms. Her last action as a human was to reach down a guide his cock from between her legs up into her pussy, followed by a long languid moan.

[2016/05/23]Tessa LeClair sipped from the cup, the overpowering taste of sweetened wine burned her senses and left her mind dull. She could hardly recognize Tarsi in the sea of Nymphs and Satyrs, her body's proportions changing to become one like the others. She noticed one of the Nymphs, her hair still slightly red, being shoved down to the dirt, Satyr fucking her sopping cunt while another nymph pressed her own dripping cunt onto the other's waiting lips. Tarsi was, for lack of a better word, dead. She had become another nameless Nymph, her cunt filled to the brim with Satyr cock. Tessa should have felt sad at the loss of her fiend, but the alcohol was having its effect. The Satyr had finished undressing her, leaving her as bare as the other women in town. He turned the drunk girl around and rubbed his throbbing cock against her toned belly, another coming from behind and without any ceremony, shoved its fat cock into her tight rear. Tessa howled with pleasure as her virginity was stolen, the Satyr before her lifting her up to thrust his cock into her dripping cunt.

[2016/05/23]Rastiel gast Tessa could hardly think any more. All she wanted to do was let her instincts take control. It was easy to do. The Satyr's cock pushed out the last of her resistance, leaving just another moaning whore. Another Satyr slapped him on the back as he finished changing the moaning slut, congratulating him on capturing his first cunt. Nodding in thanks he focused on getting himself off inside the girl. Tessa was almost gone already, but as the changes finished she felt everything. Her soul evaporated without a body or mind to shelter it. Instead it was consumed by the rampaging nature magic that now flowed all around her, claiming her, making her a part of the forest. As the process finished Tessa could feel the last of her soul being converted, changed forever into another spirit. A red haired nymph came up behind her as the change finished, a subtle kiss on the neck the last thing she felt before she felt the forest instead.

Two nymphs held hands in the middle of the town. The pair as the satyrs liked to call them where always together, never separated more than a few feet. They stayed with each other though all their fun chases, always seeming to trip over each others feet at the best possible time for their presures. They never lacked attention, and many of their lovers competed for fist dibs at their holes every night. This time it was a particularly strong and tall one that had won, and as she casually slid inside his prize the other happily rubbed their soft flesh into his body....