The peace of the island was broken by a sudden, hot northern wind.
It swept in, pulling at white-capped turquoise waves to crash against the sheer cliffs. High overhead, a golden eagle shrilled in anger as it tumbled briefly before righting itself, banking hard to find new hunting grounds. Further inland the wind roared, crushing wild grass flat and forcing ancient olive trees to groan.
The wind gathered slowly. In a wide field, grass and wheat and weeds began to move, rocking back and forth on long stalks. A pattern emerged as the wind turned on itself, collapsing into a large sphere. Red light sparked within the sphere and it compressed, swirling, bending the land as it spun. Faster and faster, smaller and smaller until a loud crack split the air and cracked the earth.
Startled birds fled from nearby wind-swept trees, moving as one to the other end of the island. Animals cried out and then fell silent to hide themselves from the sudden, menacing stillness. A tall figure dressed in black stood in the center of the scorched earth. Thick, grey smoke rose from his shoulders and back as he surveyed the land. With barely a pause, the man turned and slowly made his way to the center of the island. Small embers sparked in the air behind him, swirling in his wake as if he wore a cloak of shifting flames.
Huge white clouds moved slowly overhead in a perfect blue sky. The man snarled and distant thunder answered. With teeth grit in anger, he made his way through the pristine wilderness. A black line of burnt and dying plants traced his path as he neared the end of a massive forest.
Terrified shrieks and the sounds of a panicked flight through the forest made the man pause in rare curiosity. He spied a young woman in a torn, muddy peplos. Her long, blonde hair was in disarray and filled with twigs. The woman, bloody from a thousand small cuts, was panting and glancing behind herself as she stumbled and nearly fell. A man's voice called out, laughing in its encouragement of her run. The tall man frowned slightly as the woman tumbled at his feet. He stepped back lightly when she reached for him.
"Please!" the woman cried, her arm out. Her eyes were wide and wild. A single perfect nipple and the curve of the breast beneath it were visible in a large tear at the front of her garment. "Please, sir! I know not how I came to be here but I am being chased by the most horrendous of beasts!"
The man looked up as the woman's pursuer stepped into the opening. The woman shrieked again, her feet digging into the earth as she pushed herself back against a tree. Her chest heaved with short, quick breaths.
"Hoi," the other man said with a smile. "You gave me quite the chase, sweet lady."
The woman moaned, covering her mouth in fear at the approaching man beast.
The creature stood taller than a man on thick hooves. His horse's tail flicked behind him and he stamped his furred legs. His broad chest was heavily muscled and lined with a sheen of sweat. His long ears stood at attention beneath long curly hair. The man beast ran a heavy hand through his hair and over the two short horns atop his head.
"Come, come," the smiling satyr told his prey. His hand moved down his body to his immense erection. It throbbed before him, thick and flattened like a stallion's member. The blunt tip glistened with his excitement. "Let go. Relax and enjoy yourself. You've never had a lover like me and, when you're done changing, you'll never have any other."
"Ch...changing?" repeated the woman, her fear-drenched voice now tinged with confusion. That confusion, however, was short--lived as understanding began to dawn on her and her eyes widened in comprehension. "No... no! Please, no!" She looked from the satyr to the man, her eyes pleading for a salvation that would not come.
As the man watched, those same pleading eyes began to change, her pupils slowly flattening into a thick, horizontal line. Small dark hairs slowly grew from the bridge of her nose, which she unconsciously wrinkled in discomfort. The fur along her nose continued to grow, disappearing into the hairline above her brow. She grit her teeth. Her skin pulled tight as two small bumps formed on either side of her forehead. Her left ear slowly lengthened and folded into itself as it grew. Light brown fur sprouted along her cheeks and her ears continued to lengthen, flicking in fear of the man beast and what was to come.
"Please," the woman moaned once more, reaching again for the dark -robed man. Brown fur lifted from her bare, pale skin along her forearm. Short and thick it grew in patches and waves along her arm. It was enough to draw the woman's attention away from the man, and she screamed and scratched at her skin, as if she could physically force the changes from her body.
The girl's scream cut off as her fingers cramped. She clutched her lightly furred hands to her bosom, rolling on her side, her body shivering with pain. She tried to unclench her right hand to see what was happening but found her fingers sealed tight to the skin of her palms. While she watched, her thumb seemed to slowly sink into the now -formless mass of flesh. Her mouth worked silently and blood coursed down her chin. With a click, one canine tooth shifted and fell free.
"Pl--" the woman slurred. Blood from her gums made her gag and she spat, sending red-coated teeth clattering against the roots below her. Her jaw cracked. The fur along her cheeks was spreading down her face, small hairs sprouting around to cover her throat. The gaps where her canine teeth used to be were quickly closed as her muzzle began to grow in place, sharp teeth replaced by the dull flat teeth of her new form. "Ple-ee-e-ee-e-eese."
The satyr stepped closer, waving his erection playfully in front of the woman's face. She cried out and hid herself but her nostrils flared to take the creature's scent. The bumps beneath her hair pushed further and the skin split to show two ridged horns. The woman tried to scratch at the new growths but her hands awkwardly bumped along her head. Her arms were shortening and the joints freezing in place, robbing her of the freedom of movement.
