"Come!" A mirthful male voice calls out from the Pan celebration. "Come my fellow satyrs. Come and feast with us."
Rachel looks over toward you with a broad grin as she hobbles up to her furred, cloven feet. You following quickly in suit. You couldn't help but marvel over her
figure as you rose. Those human standards of beauty had quickly melted from you mind during the transformation. The ideals of long legged blonde beauties
seemed...almost repulsive compared to the half goat woman before you. Your sheathed member started to peek out as you ogled Rachel. Her dark mahogany
hues caught a glimpse of your excitement and she grabbed your hand.
"We'll have time later, my mate. Let us go feast with the others."
You nod as Rachel leads you out from behind that curtain which separated you from the celebration. As you both emerged, the other satyrs seemed to all take
notice. They rallied around you, all of their eyes gleaming. One male satyr pushed his way though the others; a flask of wine and two goblets of crystal. These
chalices were brimming with wine that accentuated the intricate carvings upon them. Goats, frolicking, dancing, reproducing. "A fitting theme" You think in regard to
what Pan stood for. A goblet his handed to you, then one to Rachel.
"Drink, to complete the rite and finalize the transformation!"
That was all either one of you needed to hear and you both chugged the wine given to you. Letting the dark burgundy liquid flow down your throats.
As you lower the glass, you notice that every set of eyes is still upon you, Rachel too. As if they're waiting for something.
"What are you all staring aaaaaaaaaat?" You quickly clap your hands over your mouth. That sounded like a ram's bleating. Not your voice.
The crowd of satyrs erupts in cheers and shouts.
"Whaaaaaat's haaaapening?" Rachel's voice is under going the same change. Your gaze flickers to her in an instant. Those dark brown eyes you love so
much...they seem duller than before. Her face...narrower. And her breasts...they were moving! Down her belly, and her nipples elongating into..teats! Rachel tried
to cry out in terror at what was happening to her beautiful figure. Only to bleat and carry on like a true goat.
The male satyrs fashioned a lasso from a thick vine, looping it around the lengthening neck of your mate. You start to run to her aid.... when a similar restraint is
wrapped around you. Held in place by the females.
"You see.." Whispered Minerva. "...we are part human, part goat. You took us as a human, now we will take you as goats."
"It is only fair." Another female chimed in as she reached out and stroked the growing goat muzzle that formed as your face reshaped. In horror you look down at
your hands, to see that they were no longer there! Replaced by hooves that matched your rear legs. A snap in your spine and you couldn't help but fall forward,
catching yourself on those new front "feet". Struggling against the make shift collar you look towards Rachel.
The satyrs circle and taunt her.
"Look at the brand new fuck-nanny, boys." "She'll be a fun one to take." Rachel looks petrified as her changes are almost complete. Her altered breasts now hung
from her belly in the form of udders. Her animal sex completely transformed. You could tell by the scent that was wafting from it. It filled your nostrils and you buck
against the restraint. No longer caring about how you've been tricked and transformed. That was your mate! And you were going to take her before anyone else.
She was in heat...and yours alone.
"Look everyone, the goat is already in heat.... and her friend longs to complete his change. Let him have her first."
The lasso is loosened around you. You pause, drawn to Rachel..but having heard the satyr as well.