"A mind is a terrible thing to waste!" for some reason the thought of some advertisement way back in your changed brain comes to the forefront.
The words of the Satyr speaking suggests that if you mount and mate Rachel her and your change to being goats is then to be a permanant thing.
Rachel looks back at you, her passion now more that of a nanny goat than the nice woman that came there with you.
A shiver of enormus sensual sensation has your shaking and becoming painfully erect.
Part of you wants to jump her, and mate. Yet there is some feeling of apprehesion, those direct words of the Satyr suggesting yet another way for the fates to send you and Rachel into the world at large.
Screaming a pain filled bleat, you turned and bolted, running at full speed for the tall green grasses of the wide open pasture.
The satyr's stand in awe, mouths open, cocks drooping, they can not believe what you did.
Rachel seeing your move, seems to grasp the understanding and like you, bolts for to follow her lover.
Together again, side by side flank by flank you run, leaping like young goats, the thrill of life and form making your flight even more a thrill.
As from your lowered vantage point the running has again brought you both to the head of the trail that led you into the satyr's plot.
Ducking under a three rail white fence the two of you feel an odd sensation. Rachel stops, she strains at odd feelings contorting her face.
You would say what is wrong, but what issues out your mouth is the bland bleat of a male goat.
Rachel flops down to a sitting position, her head and face beginning to regain human form and sizes.
You are held in suspense, seeing your mate and a nanny goat begin to regain her lost humanity. Bleating the thrill, feeling admiration for your girlfriend becoming that pretty woman you knew not so long ago.
Her head, shoulders change first, arms that were forelegs and fitted with cloven hooves as were you, become human again.
You cock your own head watching Rachel slowly regain her lost humanity. Tickled at the sight her body and breats come back to proper form. She naked as are you, both having just about become completely changed into goats, she gets red in the face, embarressed about her lack of clothing.
Hours pass and with the setting sun Rachel has become her previous self, but as a residual effect she seems to be even more voluptous than any memory of her can come to mind.
She talks to you, her voice filled with apprehension, worried as why she has changed back into her self, mostly. Yet you, seated on your hairy flat butt, has not changed at all, you remain now a large male billy goat, erect, and looking enthralled in sensual thoughts.