“And of Bob”
Standing as if just another Satyr surrounded by the herd of male and female similar to his kind, Bob stood seeing another person come into the glade and knew what assuredly would happen if they overstayed their visit. He acts as one anxious to meet with you, wringing his furry hands he stares at you.
His staring ways is not like the others that look at a possible convert to their life of continuous debauchery. No, this Satyr fellow seems different, and looking at him he is a bit more of the goatish animal form than are most of those who be outstandingly male.
Bob strides long steps as he comes toward you. He is peering around as if looking for somebody to stop him from his approaching toward you.
The breeze wafts the scent of musky males, many filthy from rolling in grass or dust of the earth as they go about their blatant sexual acts, males with females and those of the same gender with others of their gender.
“Please, I wish to warn you, you should leave here and do so quickly! I know my name is now just but Bob; it was Robert Andrews. I came here wanting to learn about what a pretty, young woman wrote me, she sending me the ferry tickets to come here.
Tabitha, that is her name, and she knows the ways of witchcraft! She sent me the tickets and upon my opening her letter, reading it, and touching the ferryboat tickets to my hands, I felt bewitched to come here. Here is where I am, stuck here, worse than bewitched, I stand spellbound, done to me as part of the mindset from those here, due to my coupling but once, gaining then the sensing for lust and debauchery we as satyr types practice, as if it were an art.
Alluring are they not; all dangerous to your future and once they come and work their alluring ways upon your body, what you want from then on is to join them as one of the herd. I joined, not that I came here and really wanted it. My coming here foretold by Cedius to several of his most luscious female satyrs, as he the grand master satyr of this herd.
Come, we need to break you line of sight, for continual viewing of satyrs brings on a fervor to want what they do and feel if not enjoy it too.
Walk with me, as we do I shall tell you of my coming here and all that is known of what Cedius has planned for me in the coming months, years, and decades.
I came here, as are you, willful to see and learn.
Under their spell I was, my meeting first with Skye, and she taunting me to talk with Andrea, Mable, June, Jennifer and several other female satyrs; they working their art of taking a human male and making him as putty to mold.
Molding of me they did as their art of debauchery melded with my pent up passions unrealized anywhere, or until I arrived here. It took them only a few minutes to weasel me out of my clothing. I lay before them as a naked male human. They then sought to attack me sensually, Jennifer mouthing the length of my then male erection. She tonguing me, or it, her mouth well trained to work her way of making a male weak in his morals.
Andrea leaped up and slammed down straddling my chest with her furry legs. She stared at me, captivating me as she inched her aroused and dripping fur covered slit closer toward my chin.
Embarrassed now from my foolhardy willingness, but I lay there and eying what came closer to my chin and feeling my maleness aroused harder than ever in my lifetime, I submitted to their debauchery.
All then came at me, each fingering from their vagina a fistful of satyr female slime. They took their infectious juices and began massaging it on my entire body. Andrea took control of my mind and imagination, she assaulting my nose and mouth to do to her as I knew was likely damning.
I learned to tongue a Satyress, sucking at her vaginal lips I made a fool of myself. Disheveled from my being with those, they who working on me did to me as what you see I am; and what I am for the present. Behold a manly form I am completely that of a buck male goat from my navel down to those unfeeling cloven hooves.
My fur covers my spine, rising up and enveloping my head and even my face. I have patches of fur covering my pecks, they, as I shall soon be no more a part of the human likeness, as Cedius tells me of my future. A sordid future is mine, me to change ever onward, becoming a big Boer breed of a buck goat used to breed with silly women. I am as something to allure men visiting here, showing them of what they might attain, and or, of if they wish to be as I, then Cedius will change them to be a male goat too.
Ugg, oh but it is beginning again, I have daily growing pains. My pain foretells of me becoming soon that big buck of a goat. Errg…I am becoming erect in my maleness, the smell of human nervous sweat is enough to arouse the beast in me. I must go, please do not touch me, I am infectious, and to touch it to doom you to want what I am.
Oh, oh my but it is growing, my male shaft is healing to the urges building within me. I feel a lusty passion to mate, I want it, and mattering not whether it be with a female, male, or fornicating orally a human such as is you now.
Go, run from here, listen not to those who would beckon of you to return, to stay, and so doing, you shall be as are they or as I!