John followed Bare deeper and deeper into the forest until all the human paths had long since vanished. Barefurre's cloven hooves were perfect for walking on the forest floor, where John's weak human feet obviously were not. He tried to tough it out thought, but still wasn't able to hold back a whimper or two when a rock would cut his foot. Finally, after walking for a great deal of time, the forest opened up into a small grass filled glade.
Barefurre bleated happily, padding into the glade and then lying down on the grass, "Bah, come now little one, lets rest for a moment."
John nodded thankfully, carefully lying down on the grass next to Bare, "Thanks Bare. Ahhh... My feet are killing me..." He smiled nervously.
"Bah, I'm sorry about that little one, I often forget what it's like for people without hooves." The beast man crawled around until he was below John, and started to gently message the human's feet.
"Mhmm... That feels great." Smiled John, "Don't worry Bare, it's been worth it. You're an amazing satyr, I'm really glad I got to spend some time with you."
Bare nodded, "Likewise John, you're a curious human." He grinned.
John looked around the woods, and could feel this area had never been seen by human eyes. "So Bare, where are you taking me anyways?"
The satyr grinned, "What if I were to tell you right here?"
John tilted his head, "I don't understand...?"
"Bah, you know, some satyrs live in the middle of the woods, with no house or place to call their own at all."
"Really? So you live in this clearing...?" Asked John curiously.
"Bah, not at all. I've got a cabin up in the mountain here." he smiled, "I'm part mountain goat I guess." Bare wagged, stopping John's foot rub and slowly starting to crawl up over the human.
"What are you doing Bare...?" Asked John blushing as the goat climbed up over him so the two were face to face, lying on the ground.
"Getting close to you." Smiled Barefurre, lowing himself down so that he was lying ontop of John, the human's chest directly up against the goat's hairy chest, his member rubbing up against the beast's furry sheath, and the satyr's goat furred legs teasing the human's playfully.
"Eep! Barefurre, I-!" John was cut off as the goateed Bare leaned down and gently kissed John, slipping his tongue in slight.
"John, remember when I told you that my seed was going to change you?" Bleated the goat playfully.
John nodded his head slowly, still unable to comprehend just what was happening.
"Bah, my seed won't force you to change into a mythical creature of lore... But it can." He bleated, grinning a bit.
"So what are you..." John tailed off, not sure what Bare was up to.
The satyr bleated, smiling a bit devilishly. "Bah, I'll be frank with you John, you excite me. You're very open for a human, no matter how much you blush when you walk around nude, you were still willing to take that risk and do it." He wagged happily. "I've been looking for a person like you." Bare gently kissed John again on the lips, "John, I'll be frank with you, it was my intention to take you out here and rape you, turning you into a satyr in hopes that you might stay here in the woods with me."
John's cheeks flushed red, his eyes going wide, "Are you still going to go through with it...?"
Bare licked his lips gently, "Bah, I'm considering it." He smiled, pinning down the human softly to the ground. "If you've got any other suggestions on what I should turn you into, I'm all ears." Smiled the satyr, "Or we could just have some good old fashion fun."