When he felt as his luck had come to an end, he having the Satyress kneeling across his chest, she acting as if she wanted him to tickle her fur surrounded nether lips with his tongue and become ultimately just like her.
"Get off from him, he likes being male more than being tempted to become female!" The satyr said, he taking his Satyress mate by one arm and trying to host her up as standing away from their perspective victim.
With a reluctant sighing she got up to standing, as gave a stern stare at her satyr Master before she turned away and walked off to sulk.
"Hey fell'a it might be a lucky day for you yet, all you need to is to suck my cock or let me buck-fuck you, and you and I might become as brothers, what do you say to that?" The satyr asked, as he heard his Satyress grumbling about her loss, he walked away from their victim lying on the ground, he scared by what he had made happen from using the book.
It came as a spark of an idea, his chin coated thickly with juices from the Satyress pussy. She and her satyr had walked something like fifty yards away, giving him the inkling of a chance to get up to his feet and try to run away. With watchful care he sat up, and seeing the satyrs having their backs facing toward him, he tried to stand up. His try came with the horrid realization that from the wafting scent of Satyress pussy, his body had become as infected. Looking down he saw not human feet, but he had then the hocks and hind feet with cloven hoofs like a large breed male goat.
Noted too, he saw and gave a hefted feel to his much enlarged scrotum, the pair being more then the equal to Kiwi fruit. A shiver and he picked up the book of spells, as began to walk with high stepped strides as he with a rather dainty style of walking put some considerable distance between the two satyrs and him. He felt his luck returning when he had walked far enough to put the two satyrs out of sight. He then having become better acquainted with his agile style of walking on hooves, he broke his stride and began to run.
Dashing along on cloven hooves and finding his agility as heightened greatly, the running back to where he felt safe from further attacks allowed him a sense of feeling at ease. Unbeknownst then but during his mad-cap running through the underbrush he had licked at his lips, he inadvertently tasted some of the thick pussy slime what dripped out from a Satyress.
Huffing and puffing his breathing after having made a seemingly successful escape, he the proposed victim of his own foolhardy toying with the great book had him seeing what his running helped make his changing of species take a firmed hold unto his bodily self.
Almost ready to begin crying, he saw then how the hind feet had become an intrical part of him gaining the full formed pair of goaty hind legs. Bad as was that and his skin had sprouted goat fur, the fur having thickened from the physical exertion of him running and feeling the fight-flight syndrome. Further sensations led to additional examination of his changed self to see that he of body had then the genitals similar to those of the satyr male. A trailing of thick goat fur had sprouted and grown thickly along his spine from where he felt of and found he had grown a goat tail to where the fur replaced the human hair on his head.
"No, no, oh my God no, please no," He said, as him the newest satyr from his daring foolish cursing of two common people walking the beach, he too was fast becoming a satyr, and/or more than being a satyr.
He had the spell book in hand as he seeing what he had become knew all too well he had lost the needed compatibility to driving of a car. So noted, he felt invigorated as able then to running on hoofs and hind goat legs, he could run towards home and once there grab up his Bible and begin a beckoning of repenting to higher powers.