Ryan clopped and occasionally stumbled though the streets of the festival due to how well used his new form had been over the course of a pleasurable hour and a half. More and more of the patrons resembling monster rather than plain humans. In a sense, you were embarrassed how you failed to notice the signs that there was something wrong about this place, and now your mind had this creamy, soothing sensation over it placating your nerves. A characteristic of your new, donkey-satyr self.
But in-spite of his new delights, a form strong yet mendable into all sorts of interesting angles to delight himself and others, Ryan needed to force away out. Already he had fucked and sucked his way though five of the seven required bodies all in one location. The air of that stage room was moist was hot breath and condensation after the orgy that unravelled had ended. A kaleidoscope of diverse male forms and shapes and creeds. Ryan was already half hard, hungrily searching for his next meal. He urged that it was purely to complete his boon with Blaise, but Ryan thoroughly enjoyed how effortlessly pleasure came to him.
Ryan felt hot under the metaphorical collar and quickly found a place behind a shack used for staff to relieve himself. Ryan thrusted and strummed his cock to the rhythm of his lust, and after a time he couldn't place himself, he came and spayed the back of the shed with a splatter of white. That wasn't enough though, to Ryan's own horror, for he hungered for the smell of flesh and the touch of another. Ryan grew hard again and switching automatically into more of a hunter than a beast of burden. He sniffed and searched the park.
There, Ryan found, near the little garden area those in charged had set up. Two men probably 23 or 24 at most wandering the grounds. His eyes boggled at the site of them, two ordinary men stirring desires behind Ryan's senses. Ryan needed to go see them. His eyes pricked and manged to eaves drop on their conversation.
The first was short, like Roy, wherever he way. Dressed in oversized clothing probably from a taller and bulkier relative.
"Liam, do you know where we're going? I can't see the exit."
The other was tall, scrawny and still handsome.
"I don't know Noah, but maybe we should split and try and find the exist ourselves. Call one another when we find it..."
Now, Ryan only needed to lay in wait...