Ben looked right and then left at the two very, very male strong satyr men.
"I'll come back later I'd like to go with my friends, please!" beckoned Ben to the man in the white suit and hat.
"Ben, Ben I was born but not yesterday, once outside the club many change their minds and I lose out. I'm not going to lose a fine specimen like you, your mine now!" replied the tall man.
The two satyr men spun Ben around and picking him up off the floor took him with haste into the backstage area. Ben was suddenly not too all fired thrilled about working there at the club if this be the way he'd be treated.
Once backstage the satyrs took Ben to a small room where he while under guard was told to strip his clothing to butt naked.
Feeling a little put upon by being guarded as he undressed Ben tried twice to leave but was tossed against the rear wall of the little room.
"Strip or I'll have you stripped!" demanded the large satyr.
Ben feeling his manliness being checked tried to stand up to the satyr as he huffed his chest up and out demanding, You and how many other fucking satyr's!"
The satyr scowled at Ben as then his face lighted up to a broad smile. Ben saw this and wondered what he'd started?
A yell out the door into the hallway soon had the door swinging open to present two hearty muscled ponygirls being more draft ponies than cute little sweetheart types.
"The Master what's this one stripped and read for showing, get to him!" demanded the satyr.
"Oh no wait this is getting too fucking kinky here! I want out of this animal sex whorehouse!" Ben stated as he headed for the open door.
In a split second the pony girls jumped on Ben forcing him to his knees. As Ben struggled hard to be free the one larger ponygirl took to smearing Ben's head, hair, and face with a white salve.
Who could say unless it happened to them but the taste of the salve on his lips was so horrid Ben tried to spit it at the two ponygirls. Once and then twice he spit at them was all they'd take as the one stood there for a moment and then walked out the room.
A yank of a leather strap about Ben's chin stopped the spitting but it also about cut off his breathing as well.
"You will obey or find us to be a good bit less friendly than this!" chided the ponygirl to Ben as he struggled the more.
Then the door opened and standing there in his pure white suit stood the pimp of the year looking down at Ben.
"You signed a contract but this warrants your assignment be changed. I think that the satyr dancer you might have made is now more the erotic sex show which will in time quell those desires of artistic independence. Make him as you please!" said the tall man pimp in his white suit.
Ben looked around as the ponygirl tightened her hold on the leather straps binding him. The larger ponygirl walked inside the room closing the door behind her. This left Ben at their mercy, if any there be in these sex driven animal women.
"I, I'm going to be a satyr dancer!" said Ben as best he could get out the words.
"Ha, you were to be a satyr dancer and maybe in time but for now you are our to toy with and toy with you I shall!" said the large ponygirl.
Shaking and scared to death the memories of David's question came to mind as what would his Dad think of him for joining such a show as this?
A bucket of black slime was plopped into the room as the one large ponygirl dipped her half hairy palms into the ozze and went to smearing Ben from head to toe.
A real struggle for his freedom took place as Ben tossed his body right and left trying to be free of those leather bonds. Yet try as he might the bonds held and after just a few minutes he was laid out on the floor face down and gasping for his breath.
"Idiot, your not the first or the last we know how to handle those who won't willingly come and do as they are told. Now your body is primed the induction flux is making you change as change you shall. Had you accepted the contract yours would have run the course and then returned to you past life and friends. Now though your struggle has changed you and in yours like the others it is a permanent change to!" again chided the ponygirl.
"No, no fucking way no I'll fight you all the ...the... the....... th...e ta..taa..tbaa... BAAA !" Ben's words faded as finally he bleated his first of thousands to come a simple clear note pf Baa!
Wrenching his neck around the feeling of muscles moving into proper positions for a goat and not those he'd been born with and worked into a muscle bound young man.
His screaming bleat did more than echo the room they surged his changes. Ears spouting out long, then hairy, as they began to move of his own degraded will.
Lips narrowed to the mouth of a grazing animal as human teeth were pressed up and out their socket while new slab teeth for chewing a cud worked their way in with some amount of pain.
Bleating ever more wildly the changes worked his head into the size befitting a large mountain goat. His horns grew out emitting much pain as they then wrapped about his long ears.
The ponygirls took to massaging his groin as the change ensued there too. The horrid feeling of some creature tunneling from his groin up into his lower belly bade him scream of pain and fears.
"Easy now it is working just fine, a good show goat shall you be and one fine fucker of silly women who step out of the audience, you'll see!" begged the smaller of the ponygirls.
This did not help Ben become and easier about what he was then going through. If he'd kept his mounth shut and not thought with his balls in place of his brain he'd be walking the boardwalk with David and Jeff right now.
Wrenching his head backwards the feeling of his goaty tail erupting out his spine made Ben squeal of its pain. The tail spread wide his butt making the hole now wink in the light of day.
All this while his arms and legs had recieved proper attention as they supported him in true goat form. He stomped his new legs one at a time as the cloven hooves felt odd against the old wooden floor.
"BAAAA.....!" Ben's one single note strained out as the last of his change finished him to be a black haired, black hided, yellow eyed, ring horned, male and very well endowed male goat.
"Call the Satyr's back this one is ready to perform tonight!' called out the smaller ponygirl as her larger friend was working Ben into his first frenzie of wild goatish sex.