Once Tim was uncorked from Ester, the two walked side by side to the center meeting area.
Tim stood in pure Billy goat silence as Ester and her winging way with words wove a tale of deceit and disloyalty to the herd.
Many a Satyr male stood by listening and giving affectionate winks to Tim for driving off another, as if one more male satyr would make too many in the herd.
Those Satyress types cooed and beckoned Tim to come and drive his shaft into them as after hearing Ester weave her tale, they thought to wave their tails at Tim.
Cedius listen and gave Ester no ground to defaming Tim for what he did.
Ester stood mute, stunned that she and her conquest so failed should fall on deaf ears.
The short disturbance of the Satyr social order did next to nothing from beginning another orgy, this one in honor of a moral Billy Goat by the name of Tim.
Tim sauntered off to stand upon a building tower of goat manure. From his vantage point above all around he could stand guard and survey his own portion of the kingdom. As moral as was Tim to help a young man to escape, his goat self looked with envy at those satyr males and what being a Satyr left them endowed.
Truly, Tim thought how his Billy goat size of shaft was five times the length and three times the girth of what he had when walking the earth as a man.
Yet from where he stood perched high on a mountain of stench, those male satyrs had some such a shaft as would be proper on a pony or even a small horse. The length and girth they had to play with made what Tim enjoyed, looked then puny.
The remembrance of what Cedius explained to Tim, of how those who chose to be as Satyr became immortal. The thought of immortality seemed a bit better to him when he looked upon himself living as a male goat. Although, being a billy goat allowed him to rut with all the nannies, and have some occasional fun with a Satyress too! Even if he were never to be immortal, the facts told, he like those changed to live their lives as were goats, they kept the Biblical blessing of three score and ten years to live and love, breed and lust.
A sigh that came out more as one long mournful bleating sound, as it turned many a head his direction.
One Sallyanne, a Satyress who was quite picky of those who could mount and mate her sweet and furry behind; she eyed Tim as something special. So special, she walked halfway up the huge mound of goat manure to coax him down and mate.
This brazen act of passion had many a hearty male Satyr standing and applauded Tim for his then renown character.
A proud Sallyanne strutted toward her place of prominence there in the glade, as Tim walked in stride behind her, sniffing as he followed.
Tim and his muddled thinking thought how still even in a place known for its immorality, those with true character stand above the rest!