Standing just at the peak of a hill surrounding the most sensual place there in the glade, stood Tyler. Tye, as he had made mention was how he wished people to address him; he having come to Pleasure Island by the same ferry as had Rachel and her betrothed lover.
Once landed on the island, most of those who took the ferry there, split up into singles, couples, or groups to venture about the island seeing the sites.
Tyler, Tye was a loner and went to the shops first, almost buying something of a special health candy from the island Apothecary. If he had bought it and ate the treat, his mindset would not be on following two pretty people into the sexual debauchery of this the satyr glade.
Enticed by the way Rachel made eyes at her male companion, Tye like seeing this so much he decided to follow them wherever they might wander.
Perched on a tree stump set high along the rim of this the satyr glade, Tye had for himself an excellent viewing spot.
Near to tears at seeing pretty Rachel made into a female satyr, as if by some crude means; Tye sat stunned when below came the suggestion that someone he thought he knew, would prefer to have sexual play with the likes of him.
"You and or your wish is for now as our command!" Spoke a satyr of some high standing among the growing herd of satyr types.
A motion to have some very young and exceptionally nimble satyr males charge up the slope and take down Tye for him to sensually couple with one well on his way to being a new satyr.
Two satyr males and Tyler in the middle, the three came hurriedly down the zig-zagging path along the slope.
Tye held in one had a stick with much spun cotton candy, while in the other hand he held a foam cup filled with some sort of cola.
Little had Tyler thought about the old adage, of give a mouse a cookie, and he will assuredly want then a glass of milk.
Once he stood before all these wild sexual male and female satyr type, he offered any some of his coke or candy. As sweetness quelled some there, the candy and sugar pop ran out quickly, leaving several hungry satyr for wanting then of something salty.
Tyler, 200 pounds of squatly fat Republican on the prod there inside the iron gates of Pleasure Island.