"Wait, I'm sorry, that came out wrong!" John yelled at the departing man-goat. The satyr turned to face him, "Oh, so you wish to apologize for being so rude?"
"Well, yeah. It's just that I don't meet many, uh, people like you, especially under these circumstances," John explained.
A strange look crossed the satyr's face, "Well, I lied a bit. Contacting my seed won't transform you. I have but to will a human to change and I can give them a new form. And if you were wondering why you used that glory hole, well, I can inspire lust in your kind. We satyrs are magical beings, but we're also physical desire incarnate."
"So you made me suck your..." John realized.
"Yeah, I just wanted some fun. Say, I have an idea. There's still a lot of night left, and I feel there's so much more we can do," the satyr said with a glint in his eye.
"What do you mean?" John asked, getting bit nervous.
"Just wait and see. Feeling a bit restless, maybe even turned on? I want another round with you, human. But you'll need a better body for what I have in mind. Don't worry about the change though, I'll keep your mind off that subject."
John took a step back from the satyr, but he couldn't bring himself to run. He just felt so... aroused? even as he retreated from the approaching creature, he could feel himself growing harder. In moments, he was so turned on couldn't even think to run. Was this the satyr's power? He could only stand still as the satyr walked over to him, undid his belt and pulled down his pants. John had no other concerns as the satyr took his waiting rod into his mouth. John had no other worries, even though a small part in the back of his mind was aware he was changing into something else.