"Sophia, I would like to try and be a good satyr for you!" you remember your words to this day.
She smiles, "Try, no you will or you won't there is no try!" she chides.
A wave of her hand and from past the orgie nearby comes an old, old satyr with a wineskin.
"This is Baloch, he came here when I did some what was it ten years ago!" she asked the old saytr.
"How old was he when he came here?" you ask with some urgency.
"We were classmates, right Bobby or I mean Baloch! He was a young man and a great fullback on the college team. I remember him getting into a fight over one blonde satyress and Cedius, Cedius won and cursed Bobby to age 5 years for every one he lives as a satyr. When he reaches one hundred or equal to that Cedius changes the old satyrs to young buck goats and sells them back to the Park as sires." tells Sophia.
Even though your hard as a rock you stand up.
"I don't think this is for me, it's got a bad feeling about life here!" you said but a little too loud.
A bold and loud laugh comes from behind a screened hedge. Cedius stands up and looks your way.
"Who dares to come and see as well as know our pleasured way and still be a bad guest?" says Cedius.
Sophia timidly points to you.
As Cedius saunters over he picks up the wineskin from the old male satyr. "Are we not being gracious to you?" asked Cedius.
"Very, but I don't want to become some old satyr like him and end up later a buck fucking goat for the rest of my life!" you can still remember that statement too.
Cedius breaks into a big loud luaghing fit as other satyrs walk over to see. Suddenly he says, "Hold him!"
Quickly your feet, arms , and body is held in place by a dozen fuury hands.
"What is this, Ok, ok, all right I'm a little bit too frank about what I think, I'm sorry!" you said in hopes of bringing back you ability to flee.
Cedius smiles and reaching into a leather pouch he holds above your head a hand full of something.
"Drink our wine!" he demands as you slowly open your mouth for the wine of satyr's change.
Cedius' fingers rub together as you drink a silver dust settles down over your head and chest.
Wham, your chest ribs explode upward and outward. Your face contorts and teeth fall out your wine soaked mouth. Satyrs laugh as does Sophia and all watch the every move of Cedius.
"You dear friend need not be a satyr and wait for the final time when a good big buck you will make! No, we will not make you wait, now is as good as thirty years from now! Grow, stronger, more verile a male animal than many around. Big, big goat, big balls, big and long your cock to enjoy! Shaggy, black on head, brown on body, gray on legs, a buck you are and a sire you'll remain till one hundred years has passed in this our satyr's isle. Oh but in your goatish self do remember all that you were and all that you learned, but be you driven by the sexual passion of being a satyr's slut male goat and beast!" cursed you from Cedius.
"Master Cedius you would have him be a beastly sex monster goat for one hundred years in our isle of love? Please do thee not remember that 5 years here is as one year outside? asked Sophia.
Cedius smiled!
Sophia looks at you a big shaggy goat in the fit of it's first round of masterbation. "Your cursed by Cedius to be and remain as you are for five hundred years! You poor poor man!" say Sophia as you give her an eye of wishful sexual play.