You were naked. Completely naked. Naked as the day you were born. And surrounded by satyrs. Handsome, young, strapping satyrs. They were foreboding, yes, yet strangely enticing even though you never had sexual feelings for men before. And as if on cue, though much to you deep embarrassment, your penis stood to attention, as if it had a mind on its own and happy to trumpet out its pleasure at being surrounded by so much throbbing, heathy, young and virile nudity. Of course, all satyrs guffawed throatily, expressing their great hilarity, some even slapping their thighs or bellies.
"Looks like someone's happy to see us!" the dark brown satyr that had undressed you exclaimed. "Let's not disappoint him, then!"
He bent down and squeezed your penis, then stroked it, so expertly that soon, you were breathing hard and each stroke made you writhe on the ground. He was truly an expert and kissed tenderly your virile member, making you mumble your pleasure as much as your denial. You wanted to stop him but your muscles were already taken by your sensual pleasure. You cursed through gritted teeth but also muttered how good it felt. The satyr just leered and grinned at you mischievously. The other satyrs did not laugh but watched, fascinated and patient. You ejaculated, your cum shooting towards the sky, with all the satyrs in awe and nodding in approval. Having found your release, you panted and let all your muscles rest upon the ground. You were exhausted, but that was exactly what the satyrs wanted. The one that had made you masturbate kissed you passionately on the lips and caressed you. You were too tired to resist and truth be told, you quickly enjoyed it, much to your consternation. Having sex in the dirt and the massive amount of body hair of these creatures should have disgusted you but you came to immediately love the musky, animal scent of these satyrs. You inhaled it deeply and as more satyrs came to you, your inhibitions started to vanish. You sniffed their pubic hair, toyed with their coarse hair and kissed their crotch like the most enamoured lover. You were caressed sweetly, spanked playfully, tickled like the new satyr you were becoming and kissed sweetly. These satyrs understood where your erogenous zones were fast and where you loved being touched. You lost count of all the testicles you fondled and chests you scratched as much as the delightful carnal pleasures you were offered in turn. You were so lost in your own garden of carnal knowledge that by the time you fell asleep in tyhe arms of a real bear of a satyr, you had not even noticed that you had become one of them, horns sprouting from your skull, body hair rife and healthy and two new goat legs, complete with hooves and a tail. You were already fast asleep, tired but blissful.