Strange as I slowly scramble about on uncoordinated legs, moving to turn and watch as the two satyrs eye me and then they turn round and with due hasty, leap and gallop off to rejoin the ever-ongoing-orgy.
A feeling or euphoria wells up in me, and after all the wild sexual romp that had come upon me in the recent past, I felt sated and satisfied it was over, done, and something I might try to forget.
I sighed with the feeling of relief, my wish granted, and I might then return to the real world, a place of proper thinking and moral living.
Before me lies a rock clefted pathway, it leading me back to the real world and all its trappings. I thought then of returning home, of sitting comfortability in my favored lounge chair and drifting off into some relaxing slumber.
My desire to return home and be away from those horny goat creatures began to change some the closer I came to where the rocky cliffs become open grassy plains.
Soon, I breathe the fresh mountain air of one free to choose, and eager to rejoin the living.
Happy and enthused I step along and with the wafting breeze comes an occasional scented reminder of those satyress queens of sex. I think it odd as from when I stood before as a man that the scents of what was from a female never once attested my nostrils.
Quickly, I ignore the scents, returning to think of when I get home and of how everybody there will welcome me with open arms and friendly gestures. I become all giddy inside, and while walking onward there comes this strange sensation, one I felt when as a satyr, but now it seems more pronounced, heavier, and would wag with my every step.
Expecting to see my hand reach down and cup the big balls of a goat or the smaller package of a man, I stop and stand for a moment.
I could not begin to reach back and up that far, my arms seemed workable, but not in that direction. I pondered my very being for that one slight moment, until with horrible reality setting in I realized that Cedius had cursed me worse that to be as a satyr.
Sudden fears welled up inside of me, and remembering my blatant wanted desire to return to live with mankind, and once there choose for myself of who I will give my love and the pleasuring that dwells in my loins.
Fear turns to a sense of anger for the misgivings of Cedius and his band of devilish satyr creatures.
I should have stood my ground, been forthright, and looking Cedius in the eyes, make my one demand the only thing I wanted; to return to being the man I was once!
Foolishly, I looked down, acted to quick, had too many grouching words and told of my disgust and hatred. Therefore, from my wish to have a smoking gun as it were, I find myself entering then the grassy high plains and with every breath I take, the breeze brings me reminders of what I would like to forget.
I took a deep breath into my lungs and then with the wanton scream of my freedom I bellowed to the world of my being there, ready to take my shaft and put it to good use.
"Muroooooooooooooooooooooooooo...!"
My ears heard it, my brain recognized it, and from this I stood and let out a whimper of fear and disgrace, as Cedius sent a willful fool to join humanity, but as a heft big bull.
My one great wish was again to be with humans, and well able to choose of all that be female, those I want and wish to mate with, but hopefully as would a man, but instead I stand ogling myself, this I am a bovine and a bull!
Soon after I stood captured and held against my reasoning, a bull eyes those that pass by, they are free, but for me I have only to want for a female and they stand with tail high and offering me fair company.
(me)