The mircle of your age, a young man of twenty seven has become in less than an hour changed of species. You stand there transformed by Cedius and his knowledge and power. Wondering at the mass on mixed up sensual data flowing up the nerves to a shrunken brain still thinking in rational patterns.
"It can not be true!" you think as trying to speak only brings the facts to bare. Sophia's warning of you being a male goat like this for maybe five hundred years is even more crazy than what you think just happened.
Baffled, the sensed feeling of a busily wagging tail as it wisked across those shaggy haired buttocks is making think all the tougher. A look to one side notes a satyr male gathering your clothes as from the look of you your not going to be needing them soom.
Sophia is standing near and talking to Cedius, not that you give a care. A waft of breeze does give a care or maybe a hint of lust as Sophia's sweet slit sends out the most alluring scent. A step or two and you poke your wet nose up her groin and between those curly haired thighs.
Cedius gives a deep and bold laugh seeing you begin to accept the instinctive notions of a male goat. A long black tongue peeks past equally black lips searching for to taste of whatever made that royal scent.
You mind is intent on what you desire and take little notice of Sophia's jump and surprise as a goat licks at her sex. She begin to push your head away but in a second more of your affectionate play she stands instead and enjoys what your doing.
"See, see here and you were worried for the man! I see a man's mind but now it belongs to a body made for one who thinks of sexual pleasure with openess. Enjoy him, take him around and let others today enjoy him! I want him to have pleasures with every satyr here over the next three days. I want his moral human mind so distracted that it will be bogged down in sex and play giving no cordince to human memories. Your friend will then be a animal first and a human thinking rational being far, far removed." ordered Cedius.
His words were for you just mumbled sounds as your one thought was to bury yourself in Sophia's sweet sex.
The day was half gone when you lost your humanity. Yet with the onslaught of night finds you humping one satyress after another. A satified buck goat hobbles around his goaty cock erect as he moves from one satyress to another.
Sexual pleasuring has taken on a new and higher form of personal need. Indeed your need is one of growing mountain sized lust which as you add another satyress to the conquest the passion for more grows and grows.
Sophia stands to one side as she's taken a backseat to you and your lusting for new and different sexual partners. "Master Cedius, I can't stand to watch him anymore! As we were people and now be satyrs to enjoy love and sex openly he is so far worse. Male or female he cares not but to long for to satisfy what seems to be an impossible task!" wonders Sophia.
"He is as I would think he always wished some day to be, a beastly enjoyment of sex without end! My dear to him he's in heaven right now but given time that lust and unsatisfied desire will destroy his will to live. I cursed him to be a goat for five hundred years, but believe none have ever made it even close before they try to kill themselves first" says Cedius.
"Master you wish him dead?" asked Sophia.
"Maybe!" said Cedius as he turned and went back to some sweet lady behind the hedge.