Told then that they of the herd has chosen for you a new name. Stunned by the announcement, in a quick flash of recalling a sexy name, you scream aloud to all, "I choose the name of Lysaila!"
All there stand as if stunned and in awe of a young female satyr acting demanding, you choosing the name of a known demonic Satyress, she being Lysaila, the sexual damnation of the men she may meet.
You then spit out the salty semen lastly spewed inside your mouth.
Just then there came others, those of previous days as then the chosen ones, female satyrs, Satyress in their own rights. They come and surround you as petite furry hands begin the laying on of hands, touching you everywhere. Fingers tweak at your puckered nipples making them to stiffen as arousing your furry pussy to begin weeping flowery smelling slime.
Soon after as you stand there swooning from one orgasmic feeling to the next, those nimble fingers and hairy palms reach to massage at your sore and coarse furred nether lips. They work at bringing out of you the expended satyr semen, as most is thin and drips from out your pussy. What comes and stimulates your more, is the thicker globs of senior satyrs, those elder satyr males who expending such volume of semen, that to suckle their cocks is to ask to drown.
Becoming highly aroused, the crude Satyress' messaging you all over, make you feel as one helplessness to asking they cease your pleasuring.
It all ended when one of the Satyress used her tight fist and squeezed it up as moving deep inside your newly formed pussy, she stimulating you crotch, invigorating from your pussy the wealth of what others had spewed inside.
You can but to groan from sensations so sexual that you would ask for it done all again. She, the Satyress there with the nimble fist turns, as looks past you to the then crouched down satyr known as Silvanus.
You feel faint and turning to eye Silvanus, you can recall having mumbled to him, asking please, as to be let free to run, to leave there the satyr herd, exit the grotto.
Rather stunned by the request, he looks at you with pity and said, "But why child, why leave when we made of you a girl and a Satyress? We here are not all sex maniacs, but lovers of sex and as males for our females, we are endowed with large cocks. Cocks like ours tend to slide in deep, arousing the sexual drives. I, we suggest you reconsider and stay, come to me and I shall bury myself in your very bestial goaty new body!"
Silvanus gestured with his furry hand for you to rise as get up and walk ahead of him, he all the while taunting, poking his long goaty cock between your furry buttocks, as penetrating your pussy, causing you to wish you were elsewhere and different again.
Those being as older Satyress types you note tends to walk with stride less than you think is graceful. A male satyr strides walking past, he his scrotum was hanging so low, his rising hocks tended to give those big furry balls a harsh kicking action.
You watch then as satyr thighs all tend to wiggle, testicles jiggle, boobs bounce up-down and right to left with each stepped stride.
You wish you were again a male, feeling your pussy squelching, pushing out expended satyr semen. You big boobs now D size and growing, they too like to bounce, alluring satyr males to reach and plick-pluck using long fingers.
The worst is that tail, the like no true woman ever wanted or had, as to deal with as it wiggles when you walk or feeling then as aroused, it tries to swipe across those tender folds of anal skin. You gape at a furry butts, big dongs, huge balls, and loath the thought of you having a furry surrounded pussy. As from bad to feeling worse, the animalistic stimuli tends to make your pussy to dripping more, the droplets striking cloven hooves works to make you want for wild as sexual pleasures.
Furry hips swish and you can see your own manner of movement, it works to draw the male satyrs closer, they salivating, lick their lips anticipating when you might drop to the ground, spread your legs, and let them have you as however they wished!
Horror thoughts of seeing as feeling of satyr red cocks getting thrust up as into your body, their semen gushing, spewing like a fire hose shooting water.
You walk on, wondering if you are as willing, but know that if given half the chance you would turn, bolt as run back across the wide green fields and leap the fence, seek to join again the human race.
Looking around you, one wonders if this is going to be the life you'd be as forced to chose?