To see it happen is one thing, but feeling the humanity slip away, and then the leaving of those instable desires, you shiver from chills of apprehension.
"Go away, leave me to this horrible damnation," you cuss at the two satyrs, giving a hateful eye toward Dick.
"Hey none of that, be my friend, come with us now," Dick beckons unto you, he steps close and was ready to reach out and begin a massage of that very goat like package.
Skye beats him to it, she stepping between the two males and takes a firm grasp upon that furry sheath that holds your endowed goat shaft. Her nimble fingers begin what would seduce most anyone having become as a satyr; but that disgust and hatred for what they offer bring out of you anger.
A solid right cross to the narrow chin of Skye, you knock her off her hooves, she flopping on her hairy butt, and then spitting out one of her front teeth.
Skye sets there stunned for a long moment.
You stand your ground, as that same arm recoils and stands at the ready to level another blow to any who would come close.
"Nay friend, but do not anger Skye, she knows much, and has with her other things that might leave you as some sex toy for those who enjoy things a little kinky. Now come and we shall join the others, Rachel would wish to adore you with her new and heightened state of passion," Dick pleads with you, his knowledge of what Skye can do, of what she knows of the ways given to satyr women, she could make the changes continue, and leave you as little more than some horny and ignorant male goat.