Today I sit atop a high hill overlooking the fields and gullies of my domain. Tilly lays near a tree keeping watch over me and the surrounding s, she waits and keeps watch for any who might dare to wander near.
Casandra is spread herself prostate out before me on the ground. Her long black tongue popping out to occasionally give me a friendly lick. I look down with each lick as she is reminding me of my status with her and those like her. I am her sire a satyr true enough but willingly do I play and taunt her sex. She enjoys this from both her human female past and the sensual creature she has evolved into these many months.
Seated here thinking deep sensual thoughts as she slurps her tongue over my ball sac, I can not remain here and curse those I knew and loved. The thought of making those who knew me as a friend into something bestial as I makes me shudder. I would want more than being just a thing of sex, something more of worth to me and my small world.
Ah but this is mostly gone now and with the passing months being a satyr the goat fur is spreading and I suspect in time I and Cassandra will be equals.
Tilly's bark alerts me to the coming of men. I jump up and look to the east seeing them with ease their bright orange jackets.
"It's Fall, and hunting season, oh my but I must find a good place to hide." said I to cassandra and Tilly.
I run funny, not flat out like a horse, but with spurts and jumps. I am agile as can be but for some silly reason my brain does not thinkingly allow me to just run in a straight line.
A good distance from the onslaught of men hunting for anything hairy that might move among the bushes and trees, I find a thicket and snuggle down.
We have not long to wait till the snap of a twig announced the coming of another man to our realm. I peer from the thicket to see this slender figured fellow coming closer and closer. Tilly wants to dash at him but I hold her back thinking of how things could be worse yet for her if she were shot.
Watching and undecided as what to do the man comes ever so close. To my horror he stops just a few yards from our tight thicket and begins to spread some rank scented liquid about the bushes and trees.
Cassandra's head pops up and she stands moving to the edge of our thicket. Her head is raised high and that cute soft nose searches the breeze for a scent. Her tail wiggles and me behind her seeing drips of juices issue forth from her sensual folds of Ewe sex.
I know she wants what the man has spread I even as I thing about it the scent is tingling in my nostrils too.
"Stag scent, he spread the scented odor of a male deer to draw in a doe!" I reason and remembering my uncle's exploits as a hunter.
This makes me angered and my red cock pokes out of its sheath.
Tilly is first to note the approach of a doe to the rank scent filling the air. I now thing to do something but have only a limited ability to fight in a manly sort of way. I have fists, but standing as a satyr goat creature one could kick backwards but not easily forwards. Agile I am more than any man there ever was, but he has a gun and this evens out the conflict.
I tell Tilly to bark on my signal and draw the man's attention as I stalk up close enough to spring upon him.
Cassandra is too quick and lets loose her most mornful cry a ewe can produce.
Tilly takes off out the thicket and the man turns ready to shoot. I see my best window of attack and sprint out th thicket and with a great leap forward nail the bastard to a tree trunk.
My slam hits him hard enough to knock the wind and fight out of him as I scarmble to rip his gun from clutched fingers. a small scramble ensues and he is soon without his weapon.
Picking him up and then tossing him to the ground I flop myself down to where the balls sac is just under his narrow chin. I see his eyes wide of fright for I a satyr am one form no one has really ever seen around these parts.
With my hairy hand I rip back his hat and hood, he screamed!
To my horror and his it is suddenly known to both of us that he is a she, a lady hunter, how quaint!
My mind remains made up and having seen me she is as to be doomed had it been a man hunting my animal friends. Her eyes tell all as they see my massive two balls, a sheath of a goat, and now my totally erect red rod shaft sticking out of its shairy home.
Cassandra walks over and gives my prisoner a good look.
Tilly prances over and sits down keeping her wise and watchful eyes bearing on the ladies' every move.
A shaken voice she begs for me to let her go and she would tell not a sole of what she's seen. Her body is shaking from fear of injury and no doubt of what she sees.
My first thought is to release her and show my ever present good will. I would have but as I started to get to my every goaty hind feet she tried to reach for a hunting knife held in a sheath on her boot.
Tilly was her quick self and launched at the ladies' hand. One nip and the lady withdrew her hand from reaching for the knife. She then scooched her cute butt across the leafy ground trying to reach for her weapon.
This all changed my mind as I turned and leeped onto her, covering her chest and being nose to nose with her.
Now satyr instinct took over and I remember the blur my hands did make as the clothing of the lady went this way and that. Shortly she lay spraulled out and naked with Tilly grownling enough to keep her from escaping.
Cassandra did her part and laid her hefty weight over the ladies two shin bones keeping her helf in place.
I paced about my cock out red and long and like a satyr I was stroking me into a sexual frenzy.
Thinking satyr thoughts my idea was simply to make her suck me dry and become a woodland faun to chase about and play. She had the sleek form worthy of making a most sensual faun and the more I thought of how she's look, the more my cum shot out into the air.
Pleading and knowing in her heart what I was thinking of doing to molest her right then and there she offered me riches untold. Her offers were in vane as a satyr needs not money but just sex, sex, and tons more of sexual pleasures.
I reached down and make her to stand there naked before me. Looking into her face my eyes bring hers to looking at them and only them as we draw into a tight hug. I feel her warmth and delight in the feeling . It is at the moment she allows me to hug her tight that we feel a mutual joining occure.
Drawn up close my red hot goat's cock slipped alone her belly and with lifting her off her feet the shaft slid into postion for entry. I let her slip down and with this the shaft ran up inside her wonderous body. She cried out knowing that we were now bonded together my animal self and her womanly beauty.
A sire billy goat takes but a short time to rise and mount. His savage thrusting brings him to climax quickly and most withdraw only to jump and mount the nanny several more times.
Normally I was no different in this pattern of having sex. Yet with holding her slender soft form in my hairy strong arms she seemed different than all those who were before.
Even without doing any thrusting I felt the onrush of my semen spewing out the open end of my very stiffened cock. Her wiggling stopped and with her feeling the semen spew out she began to change her demeanor, making kissing love to this the one she now saw only from eyes filled with passion for love.