My mind is falling apart like a wrecking ball is chipping away at the brick and block which make up what is me. I bleat at Rachel as satyr's laugh and make rude jokes about my love.
The rage of scent pouring from Rachel's welcoming rump drives my goat self wild with sexual passions. I can barely take a step as my red goat cock splies between my forelegs tripping me as I step.
The more she offers what my goat self wants the more I bleat in fear that she has joined their throng and she is lost to me and the real world. My throat is raw from pleading as best I can. The small thought which glimmers in my mind is to break and run for my life and self at least.
It's time the satyr's are rolling about laughing at the fool who has the nerve to suggest Rachel doesn't now belong here as a sex toy. I see even Skye who nolonger sucks at my cock has taken her sights on another fool walking this way.
It's right it's time RUN !