AS Zepar screams to remind the simple minded satyr with an overly active delight in his sensual self; the satyr stood sucking his red shaft.
Angered from being ignored, Zepar calls for the satyr to lower the drawbridge and let him run free to torment men and women alike.
Yet in his vile nature, Zepar has from his long internment upon that rock, he forgot that of those who became so enlighted and sensual, they tend to forget any and all of what they promised.
Stroking of woolen thighs, fingering a goat like sheath, and finding an enthused thrill from being part and as then an animal.
Zepar is so hor with anger the room around him begins to get very warm.
His fit of disgust for the man turned satyr is beginning to show some changes to become as a complete male goat. The goaty wool is spreading, covering then chest, back, arms, and moveing to envelope neck and a partially human head.
The satyr barely realizes his demeaning of form, as he is quickly soon to become a goat.