"Oh come on fella's, must you molest and rape me, you made us drink that wine, and then satyr urine, why not let be what is to be for us our be-damned futures." As I said, the rank scent and horrid flavor of what was given to drink still vibrant!
"Ouch, let me go, quit trying to thumb fucking me..., hey shit-head, quit already!"
"Huh, knock me down, roll me face to the ground, as one of you holds my legs spread wide apart, and the other cock-sucking satyr tries to lie on my back with pointing his cock up my butt..., hey no-way!"
"Hey, no way, stop...that, no, no, no..., I can feel the hard pointed tip of your cock touching me...!" I said, feeling scared for my body and horrified about what these satyrs thought to do to me as my future.
Whether it was Dutch luck or the plain style of dumb luck, but from someone they took there previous of me, I felt down in the grass the remembered feel of what a boy scout pocket knife offered me a defense. As the stud buck on my back was playing with his hot red cock, it touching me where I would rather he as it did not, I pulled free from the grassy roots that knife.
As the satyr thought to make his grand entry into my anus, I rolled my torso over, tossing him to the ground. He yelped and cursed at me, his red cock having dug into the hard dirt ground. He began to rise up, his cock held by his left hand, his right arm and hand boosting him to kneeling over me again. I had the blade open and with a quick slashing swipe, the knife blade removed about two-thirds of his red cock, leaving a bleeding stump in his hand.
His yelping, bleating cries were met with laughter by the others there in the Glade. Those mischievous minded satyrs and Satyress thought the horrid cries were coming from his victim. When then he stood up, the blood squirting from his sliced in half cock, the blood soaking his satyr partner about his beard, the two satyrs turned and ran for the open area of the Glade.
As the two satyrs left in a hurry, I got up to my feet and began to run. I ran as if the very devil was chasing me, my heart pounding in my chest, my breathing rapid, I ran, and ran!
The screams and cries coming from the Glade main arena did fade as I ran. I saw far ahead the place, the gate where we had entered the pasture leading to the path what went to the Glade.
A quick glanced look to the rear, and the thought of Cedius coming after me, he finding me by scent if the need arose. I had to move on, to walk for a ways, and then running, try to get to the gate before Cedius and his band of angry satyrs. So I ran again, as with running I felt less that dragging sense of feeling weary from the chase. I began to admire the speed and gained agility I found enjoyable, taking the longer way around a hill rather than to climb it and run faster down the far side.
Sweat built up a thirst and a babbling creek at the base of the hill offer a cool as refreshing drink.
Huffing from the running, I came to the creek and did kneel at the banks, reaching my hands into the water to cup up as bring to my mouth the needed refreshing drink of cool, clear water.
As after the first cupped hands full of water slipped down a dry throat, the leaning forward to get a second drink let me see my face reflecting in the clear water.
A proverbial of disgrace blunder out my mouth, as I said, "Oh shit!"
"Oh stupid," was more a bettering term from what reflected back up at me. I had grown three inch long horns from the peak of my forehead. My dark brown head of hair had grown and changed color, being then as shaggy goat fur, and a mixed coloring of brown, black, and a dash of white.
My nose, the nostrils were turned slightly up as facing forward. My lips were fuzzy but not yet merging to form a muzzle. The black and brown fur mingled across my chest, as did the black fur cover my back, and the brown fur coated my belly. My running had only quickened the advancing changes those two horny satyrs thought to rape me to accept. My attained new agility came from below my waistline, as all what was below there had become as if that of a mature buck goat.
Reaching then with my face to the creek and with care, I thought to try as learn how to drink goat style. As I bowed to my own doom, my tail stuck up high and the cool breeze did tickle what previously had kept itself hidden between two round muscular buttocks. A third drink was followed by two more and the thought then to sit and wait for Cedius to find his soon, new stud sire buck.
"Why wait, as if the powers and ability are here, or near to here what caused this changes. then the antidote must be here, or near to here as well!" I said, as spoke aloud, liking to hear my voice saying words and not dull bleating sounds like a goat.