Patreon Prompt 284 (Patreon)

Prompt: A guy named Pan wakes up to find that he has become a sexy Satyr.

   As Pan opened his eyes, the throbbing sensation in his forehead reminded him of how much he had drunk the night before. Feeling a searing pain as he turned his face towards a ray of sunlight, he quickly rolled away to try to ease his hangover. Struggling to get to his feet, he felt like something was off with his lower half as he made his way towards the bathroom.

   While Pan’s movements were slow, the long trek down the hall gave him a chance to try to recall what had happened the night before. Though his memory was hazy, he could remember that the party had been an invitation from a couple of women with leaf-like hair. As the night went on, they kept whispering into his ear how he was supposed to be the reincarnation of a long lost forest spirit. Their gentle words and never ending booze kept him at the party for the entire evening, leaving him unable to remember how he even got home. However, that was the least of his worries as he stepped up to bathroom sink to splash water into his face.

   Shaking off some of his morning grogginess he finally noticed that his ears had gained a set of points that matched well with his set of curved horns and the goatee of brown fur around his chin. Taking a step back from the mirror, he ignored the clack of something below him as he took a gander at his swollen biceps and pecs. Continuing to examine his six-pack abs inevitably led his attention towards the pelt of brown fur that covered everything from the waist down. Though his cloven feet and short tail should have sufficed, the sight of his girthy cock hanging between his legs was more than enough to shake off the remnants of his hangover.

   The buzz of Pan’s cell phone got him to awkwardly clop his way back into his bedroom. Picking up his phone, he saw a long list of messages from what he had to assume were the women he had met prior. Though their methods differed, each of them had put out a call for him to pay them a visit, each one longing to feel the special touch of being with a Satyr. Not one to let an opportunity go to waste, Pan sat down on his bed and tapped his hooves against the floor as he accepted each one of the woman’s invitations for more magic fueled entertainment.