AS the grandfather's clock gonged 11:30 Davis Cedius turned to look and remember his next duties. Struggling with his sex driven harem of lusty satyress' he bade them good night.
Again as he walked out the door of his stud farm and office both room and his body reverted back to what was all before. The only exception was that ten college girls still were missing and locked into the forms of satyrs.
"Professor Davis!" called a loud voice.
Davis turned round to face the 6'7" football lineman.
"Professor, somethings happened after class this morning! I saw you and Melody with her friends talking. Now the Police and the Dean are all over my case about making up Melody and her friends. It's like they never existed! I remember them and so do others, but the school has no records of them and I'm really worried!" said Sid Wellington.
"Calm down Sid, there an easy explaination to all this I'm sure. Now I have a late appointment, why don't you wait in my office till I return. I'm sure you will find an understanding about this situation!" said Davis with a sullen grin.
Sid turned around and was about to open the Professor's study room door as he looked with tear filled eyes toward Davis'.
Davis turned his back to Sid and thought of a silly trick to play. "I wish for Sid Wellington to enter that door and fall into the hands of my ten female satyrs. As he is pleasured and raped by them let his big body change till in the morning the college will have a new goat for the Medical Arts lab."
Walking down the hallway a short scream of male terror and then the echo of ten giggling satyress' about to rape a football player silly.
It was two minutes to midnight when Davis entered his apartment. An angry looking Lysaila was standing near his bedroom door as he knew all to well what she wanted.
"Good Evening Lysaila!" said the Professor.
"Your late my Master and I have my appointment!" said Lysaila showing her anger in the sound of that sexy voice.
"I'm a little tired tonight but think we can still do what is needed!"
As Davis walked toward the doorway of his bedroom Lysaila braced her arm across the entrance. "I have changed my mind and you are taxing my abilities! Today you ordered ten girls into being satyrs, then a young man to become a billy goat by morning! Now you parade in here and think I'm going to share your sexy ability with others, NO WAY!
You have great power now, but only have sex with me and my close friends, UNDERSTAND? This is my contract, take it or leave it!"
Professor Davis stood there thinking of what he would do without his harem of satyrs and the enjoyment he'd had for the last 36 hours.
"OK, say we continue under your contract, I'd like to know the paragraphs of my responsibilities and the resulting pleasures and powers I might enjoy." said Davis looking stern at Lysaila.
"Turn to your desk and get to reading my dear Master!' said Lysaila in a ordering manner.
Davis turned to see a foot high stack of parchment like papers now in the middle of his desk. "Read that, when?" he asked.
"Tomorrow, then you can stay in this apartment till the contract is read, understood, and signed. I'm sure you won't be needed at college on Saturday and those satyress' creatures will be enjoying poor Sid into a sexual maddness like nothing seen recently!" told Lysaila.
"Fine, I'll do as you ask! I have a morning brunch to attend at the faculity lounge at ten." replied Davis.
"I think not, my Master! After an evening of satisfaction of four very horny goat demons you will not look yourself till the contract is read, understood, and signed!" Lysaila said with her evil little grin.
"I can't sign the contract if you left me as a buck goat, so why will I not be able to attend the brunch?" asked Davis with a tremble in his voice.
"The contract is all important! You read and sign or the Davis family heritage will change. The limb of your family tree which sports your name will wither and die. You the man and professor will no longer exsist in this place. You shall be damned by me and put where I find the best use for your life, body, and mind. Maybe the buck goat you become tonight will be your fate? Maybe some lab animal in the Reaserch Lab next to Sid Wellington? Maybe a snake in the Reptile section at the Chicago Zoo? Maybe anywhere I want you to squirm and feel the torture I want you to feel!" argued Lysaila.
Now Davis realised his stupidity, he had let his sex drive take him to depths of despair. He looked at Lysaila's yellow eyes and down the length of that rare and sexual form. He felt as if the life he had once was far better than what he'd foolishly choosen now. Head down he pressed Lysaila's arm from the doorway and walking into the bedroom he saw the carpet change.