The Goat King (1989) (Patreon)

As you may or may not know, I've been pretty slow on art due to some hand injuries. Nothing serious, but it's kept me pretty limited, and I apologize for not updating much this month. That said, here's some porn about guys getting turned into satyrs.

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“—No way dude, the camera is cool. Besides, when you get disemboweled by the Goat King I’ll need video proof so I don’t go to jail.” The speaker was Carmen, who had just started filming the dark forest he was being driven through.

“There is no Goat King,” said Germ, who was driving. “You homos just came out here to make out with nobody knowing.”

“Then why did we bring you, asshole?” Said Joshua, who had recently started fooling around with Carmen. The two of them and Germ had been best friends since kindergarten. Rodney, who was Carmen’s friend, was sitting silently, giving no indication he was even awake.

Germ laughed. “Because I’m the one with a functioning car and you can’t drive and suck each other off at the same time.”

“Don’t be so sure about that, dude,” said Joshua. “Carmen’s got a mouth like Raegan’s wife.”

“Christ, dude, shut the fuck up. You’re lucky you have ten years of friendship to fall back on cause if you weren’t—“

“Yeah yeah I get it, Germ. Jeez. Rub it in more, why don’t you?” Said Carmen, pointing the camera at Germ.

“Shush, both of you,” said Joshua, ducking down. “Germ, kill the lights. This is the spot.”

“And how are you so sure?” Asked Germ.

“Dunno. I just am. It’s like music, very faint but beautiful.”

“Spare us the poetry,” said Germ, though he did turn the van’s lights off.

“It’s getting louder,” said Joshua. “It’s so sad.”

There was a horrible scream, like the dying wail of a large animal. It was definitely not a human’s scream, but it was still uncomfortably close.

Rodney woke up with a start, bumping his head against the van’s ceiling and swearing.

“That has to be the Goat King,” said Carmen, both excited and terrified. “We should investigate.”

“Fuck no,” said Germ. “It’s probably just a rabid bear or something. Rabies fucks animals up. We should get out of here.”

There was a rustle nearby in the underbrush, just in front of the car. Germ turned the headlights back on, illuminating a mountain lion.

The four of them yelped as the big cat dashed away back into the forest.

“See,” said Germ after he regained his composure. “Just a cougar. A perfectly normal man-eating predator.”

“Scared the shit out of me if I’m being honest,” said Rodney. “This is stupid.”

“Wait, shut up,” said Joshua again, craning his head to hear better. “Do you hear it? It sounds like someone crying for help.”

Carmen closed his eyes and paused thoughtfully. “I… I do hear it. He sounds so sad.”

Carmen opened the van door to get out but paused. “We should go together. He needs our help.”

“Who needs our help?” said Germ annoyedly. “What are you talking about?”

“There’s someone lost in the woods,” Joshua said with perfect certainty. “We can’t just leave him alone out there.”

Carmen nodded in agreement. “Don’t you guys hear him? He’s, like, singing.”

“Singing.” Germ repeated flatly. “In the woods. For help.”

Germ shot Rodney a ‘can you believe this shit’ look, but Rodney shrugged. “I don’t hear anything, but if there’s someone lost we should help them. The scariest thing in the woods is just never being found.”

“Okay,” said Germ. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but what about the Goat King? We came out here to look for monsters, not lost campers.”

“Forget about the Goat King,” said Joshua firmly. “We can look again later. Someone needs our help right now.”

“Fine,” said Germ. “But we’re sticking together.”

Joshua and Carmen led them down a deer trail south of where they had parked. Germ had made everyone take a flashlight and a utility knife, and was leaving scratches in trees to mark their path.

Rodney was the first to spot the fire. It was a low, orange flame in a wide clearing with scattered boulders, giving it an uneven, rugged look.

As the four of them approached, Joshua noted that the song was growing louder, and even Germ thought he could hear some distant, haunting melody.

“Hello?” Carmen called. “Are you alright?”

A figure peeled away from a tree trunk and turned to face them. Silhouetted against the fire, which suddenly sparked to full life, it was clear that it was taller than any man and had a pair of winding, curling antlers.

With inhuman grace and speed it charged forward, causing the four young men to scatter.

Germ didn’t look back at what he was certain was the Goat King grabbed Carmen and dragged him back as his friend screamed.

The cacophony of animal noises and human panic rattled in Germ’s mind as he followed his marked trail back to the van. He climbed in and started the engine, too terrified to realize he was effectively leaving his friends to die.

He drove back onto the highway and mentally paused. He couldn’t just abandon his friends. The Goat King hadn’t killed Carmen, he was pretty sure. Nothing had sounded like death, at least. Maybe he could save them.

He turned back as soon as he could, driving back into the woods. The atmosphere had shifted dramatically; neither as quiet or tense as it had been before.

Germ took his flashlight and armed himself with a crowbar from the van’s trunk. A modest weapon, but better than nothing.

He set back down the trail, keeping his light off as much as possible.

“Germ?” Joshua asked, and Germ whirled to face his friend.

“G-get out of here!” said the thing that nominally resembled Joshua. Thick, shaggy hair was beginning to cover the man, and his posture seemed to keep him hunched over.

Curling horns not unlike the Goat King’s were growing from his head, so quickly that Carmen could see it, like a timelapse of saplings sprouting.

“What happened?” Germ asked. “Where’s Carmen?”

“It’s too-oo late,” Joshua said sadly. “For all of us. Get out of here before he finds you.”

“Josh,” said Germ. “Tell me what’s going on. What’s happening to you?”

“S-satyr. Not a goat. A satyr. That’s what he is. He needs mates. He needs a herd.”

“You’re not making sense,” said Germ, aware that each moment he spent asking questions was time not spent running for his life. “You’re a satyr? Like him? Mates?

“Close to-o. You need to run. Ca-armen is full. Rodney is ne-ext. You don’t have to be trapped. He’ll make you his mate.”

“I can’t just leave you,” Germ said. “You’re my best friends.”

“You’ll be a satyr too,” warned Joshua, but he seemed to be warming to the idea. “We’ll be together forever.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” said Germ.

The two of them walked back to the fire. The Goat King was sitting flat against a stone, using Rodney like a fleshlight as the man-turned-satyr shouted in ecstasy.

The Goat King turned, Rodney still impaled on his cock, as Joshua and Germ approached.

The scent of sex, of sweat and cum and musk, assaulted Germ’s nose and clouded his mind.

“Very nice,” said the Goat King in a surprisingly normal baritone voice. “Another one.”

“Claim him yourself,” he continued, grunting. “Still breaking this one in.”

Joshua looked at Germ with an expression of regret, hope, and pure lust. The newly-turned satyr pushed his friend firmly against a wide rock, furry hips grinding against the human’s.

A flat, long tongue unfurled within Germ’s mouth as Joshua kissed him deeply, exploring his friend’s body and mouth all at once. Joshua’s cock was already heavily leaking, precum smoothing the friction of it grinding against Germ’s in a way that drove Germ wild.

Had it always felt this good, Germ wondered. Had he been missing out? Or was this new sensation a result of his mind and body being reshaped. The sudden sensation of Joshua gripping and tugging their frotting cocks shut off the parts of Germ’s brain capable of self-reflection.

Pulling away slightly, Joshua said “I’ve always wanted to do this,” before ripping away Germ’s clothes. Fur was already beginning to spread across the man, and his hard cock had grown by at least two inches. The removal of the restricting clothes caused Joshua to sigh, arching his back as his vocalization turned to a high-pitched moan.

Another deep kiss from Joshua, and then Germ was lifted up by the satyr, buoyed from behind by what was unmistakably Carmen, who slipped between Germ and the rock for balance.

The feeling of his other best friend’s cock against his ass sent a ripple of pleasure up Germ’s shifting body. “Fuck me,” he moaned. “Both of you. I need it.”

“You’re going to love this,” said Carmen smoothly. He leaned back, hoisting Germ so that his legs spread out for his new lovers.

The thick head of Carmen’s cock breached Germ’s virgin asshole, pushing insistently into him. Carmen whispered sweet, lurid praise to Germ as he began to accommodate the massive cock. Germ was forced to take quick, shallow breaths as he adjusted.

Before he could even fully comprehend the strange, incredible sensation of a satyr’s thick cock buried within his guts, Carmen began shallowly thrusting, the friction and pressure against his prostate causing Germ to twitch and pant in pleasure.

Impatiently, Joshua wrapped his arms around Germ and inserted his own cock, the sudden doubling of girth forcing a shriek of pleasure and pain from Germ. The fullness Germ had felt was suddenly replaced with a feeling of overflowing, of more within him than he thought was possible. Two staccato thrusts from Joshua caused Germ to embrace him back, the man holding onto his satyr lover as though his life depended on it.

After the initial insertion, things smoothed into a rhythm of alternating thrusts, each satyr pounding Germ’s ass with deep, pistoning thrusts. Joshua kissed his new mate over and over again, practically fucking Germ’s throat as he finished his own transformation into a satyr.

The three of them orgasmed together, discordant bleats and moans ringing through the forest as Germ was filled to the brim, his belly swelling with each shot of satyr cum his lovers dumped into him. The sudden fullness was enough to make Germ scream in ecstasy, as if he knew that this was what he was made for.

Germ’s own orgasm had drenched him and Joshua in thick spunk, reeking of masculinity and nature. As they disentangled, Joshua and Carmen began licking Germ clean as the Goat King watched on approvingly.

Exhausted, satisfied, and more full than he had ever felt in his life, Germ fell asleep between his new lovers. He knew that this was all he would ever need, and he felt happy.