One last bleat for my love to follow me makes the host of satyrs roll about scoffing and laughing at the foolish affections. What's left of my will and mind have made the decission.
TURN, BOLT, and R-U-N.
The new strength of my legs, the tauntness of goatlike tendons, the spark to originate quick movements gives me a good lead. I'm fifty yards away before Cedius knows my intentions and screams for my capture.
My only thought is to make the distance to the pasture's gate. Somehow I know that it's passing will change me back to the man I prefer to exsist as unto.
Even without looking back my increased hearing tells of the herd of approaching satyrs. The angered calls from the males to lesser of the herd tell me to run all the faster. The beconing call of that soft sexy voice which Rachel now begs for me to stop.
I feel the ground shake as the large hooves of Cedius are closing fast. My heart is ready to burst as I press on running, jumping, and sidestepping my capture. There it's so close the gate stands open.
Ahead are three boys looking at what they could never imagine to be coming there way. I look back a Cedius is a few feet back of me. I look forward and the boys are trying to block the exit. I never might know if my goatish insticts or the rational of what little human was left rushed me by the boys and out into the crowd of fools.
Hiding in some Honeysuckle bushes I turn to see a lusious Rachel. She and Minerva with Skye have the boys under their spell. I bleat a last warning as the lusty satyress' need each boys passion as hairy hands slip from view down the pants of each young man.
A passionate gaze toward me from Rachel as she returns to a life of sexual lust, animalist passions, and the pleasures Pan knows so well.