Exhausted, the sound of the alluring pipes played still in the mind as there the other side of the tree needed to prop up a weary individualist, stood what to a learned mind was a very handsome satyr goat. He did not look as if aggressive or dangerous, on the contrary, he smiled, acted friendly, and with a cup in hand did hold it out, presenting it and asking if one so weary needed some refreshment.
The wish for a drink and some refreshment sounded just like what was needed at that moment. The thought of from whom it came seemed as harmless, and taking it in one hand, did lift the cup to parched lips and a dry mouth.
In poured first a thin light liquid, it silky to to tongue and slightly salty in taste.
Wanting of more refreshment than just the small amount of liquid received, the cup held for a moment the contents in it, and with a sound of something sucking from a hard surface, the contents came in a wave.
Slopping like a wet slug into the mouth, the tongue knew it to be what the mind agreed, this was a glob of partially congealed semen, likely too, goat semen or the semen of this Satyr fellow. Like once having mouthed and then swallowed a raw oyster, the same was with having mouthed this limp of semen, and a hardy slap to the back by the Satyr forced the swallowing of it!
He greeted then one he said was to become as a follower, part of a growing herd, and I being a lucky one too! Lucky right then was not what was felt, but something closer to being trapped, unwillingly coaxed into joining as soon part of his herd, but likely not as a satyr, but as a goat. A goat like what they who arrived in the crate, they three, but with two who were as on plane employees, and hearing a ruckus in the crate, peering in, were as was I infected, soon changing, did change, and became forever more as goat animals.
Falling on knees I looked up trying to speak to cry out and plead, beg for what seemed suddenly as something I should want to become, I as well wanted not to be as a buck goat.
Then the smiling and friendly Satyr changed his demeanor toward this his converted fool, and with two strokes of his hand to a furry sheath, his red pencil thin penis protruded, stretching long, he grinned as with a grip on it he pushed the thing into a still dry mouth, my mouth!
Straight laced was I or until that moment, and with the feel of the thing in my mouth I began sucking it like a child does to a Popsicle. He gave but four pelvic thrusts as from his sensations I gave him he ejaculated, a surge of hot spicy cum roaring in and down a throat, assuring his prey the day would be filled with many changes and strange sensations more.