As she made her way to the village her friends lived in, Mark didn't notice the group of satyrs surrounding her until they had already closed in.
"Ooh, what is this fine piece of ass doing in the woods?" asked one of them. Mark swallowed. She knew the reasons a satyr might not be allowed to join a village. None of them boded well for her.
"Just going home," she said timidly. Another satyr grabbed her arm.
"Not without paying the toll, gorgeous." He looked at his friends. "To all of us."
"No!" Mark struggled, but it was no use. These were no paunchy, lazy satyrs like she'd seen in the village. They were buff and strong. The satyrs tore off her ill-fitting clothes and forced her to the ground. Mark cried out in anguish as the first satyr thrust his enormous cock, much bigger than Amphibo's, deep into her. Then, to her horror, he began to suck on her massive breasts, all the while his dick twitched inside her.
It only got worse from there. Another satyr, already impatient, knelt over her head and fed his cock into her mouth. At the look on his face, Mark knew she had no choice but to suck.
The six satyrs took turns, forcing their way with her. Her mouth, asshole, and vagina had a cock in it constantly, and her breasts were frequently sucked like they were breastfed infants. It felt like it would never end. But then, a voice shouted.
"Leave her alone, you knaves!" The satyrs that currently had their cocks in Mark quickly ejaculated, then pulled out and ran into the woods. Mark laid on the ground, beaten and bruised from her experience. She heard the clattering of armor. A blanket was draped over her. She looked up at her savior.
It was a knight in shining armor. He lifted his helmet so she could see his face. His very handsome face. Mark's heart skipped a beat at his chiseled jaw and thick red locks. Wait, was she attracted to him? The entire time she'd been Amphibia, she'd never felt attraction towards any male, just females still.
That witch did something! She had to have, because that was the only explanation for how dreamy Mark found the knight's hazel eyes to be.
"What is your name, maiden?" the knight asked. Part of Mark was tickled at being called a maiden. But she couldn't tell him her real name!
"Marcia," she said. And it would be her name until she turned to a male, she decided.
"Marcia, I am Sir Patrick. I apologize, but I must ask this. How many of those satyrs released their seed in your womanhood?"
"All of them."
"Then I am sorry, as you are pregnant with at least six children. One from each of them."
"What? How?!"
"It is the rut, the time satyrs are most fertile. They will always concieve. Always." The knight wrapped the blanket tighter around Marcia. "But you are lucky I was nearby to save you. I just finished rescuing a fairy village from some orcs, and am headed back to the castle."
"I see."
"Not to worry, though. I will get you to safety and find a doctor for you." Patrick picked up Marcia, wrapped tightly in the blanket, and walked to his horse. Marcia's eyes closed as they set off on the horse's back. She was too tired to even try to stay awake.
When Marcia awoke, she was in...