I thrust and my cock is on fire. Skye has such control of her muscles that I feel a grasp on my cock like a fist has locked it inside her body. The muscles tighten and jerk me as if milking a cow to the last drip.
I'm humped over the satyress' back as I vaguly watch fingers become cloven hooves and my arms now legs to be walked upon. A wiggle in my butt turns one's head to see a tall goat tail twitching about in wild happy glee.
I close my eyes as another satyress kneels by my flanks and massages my balls as if to also squeeze every last drop of semen into Skye. It was then the plot was heard, to drain me of every last ounce of human semen would leave me a buck goat ready for service on any farm of their choice. My quick thrilling days of having sex with rational appreciation was then to end and ignorance was to be my way of life.
ERK! At last free of Skye my still human mind does not want to give up a wither away. A jump and bounce I'm clumbsey in my manner of walking. Four legs are not easy to control!
Skye runs after me but I make my way to stand before Rachel and bleat my warnings at her less she be as I! She smiles and turning offeres me what as a woman she would not think of such a doing. I stand mouth open, eyes wide, and cock ready.