NO!" I scream.
The entire group looks at me with a curious gaze. I turn to search for Rachel but as my eyes catch sight of her my heart almost stops.
There under a spreading Chestnut tree lays my dear friend. A odd smile of silly pleasre seems to glow from her face. Thicker than normal curly brown hair sprouts from her head and rolls in waves and curls to hang even with that slender waist. She is looking at Cedius, licking her lips for what must be another round of sucking up to the Master satyr.
"Rachel!" I call, but she breaks not her gaze at Cedius.
A wild looking well endowed female satyr strolls slowly my way. She looks at me and then to Janette, then to a bulky fat male satyr.
"Why is he not being prepared for our evening feast?" she asked with almost a roaring voice.
"He does not wish to leave his dear Father and home!" said Janette.
Looking at me she steps ever so close. A stare into my face, then taking my arm she squeezed it hard. "Hmmm, strong muscle!" Her gaze rolled down the front of me till her hand reached out and felt of my crotch. "He feel's to be good size although not hard at all!" Turning to the fat satyr she again said, "Why has he not been prepared for our evening supper?"
"My Queen, we thought since he was not willing to enjoy and revel in our love of Pan we might send him back to the dear Father and home. Oh, of course he won't be human but a male Mule, gelded, but expected by his Father." said Fatty.
She walks a circle around me, "So you deny us your presence at Supper, don't want to revel in pleasure with either male or female satyrs, and perfer to leave without saying good bye to our new convert, Rachel, what say you?" the Queen satyr asked.
Shaking from head to foot I look and expect she may agree to make me a gelded Mule. "I..I..I'm not one to partake in orgy sex! I'm a religious person and I thought so was Rachel! I would much prefer to forget my ever coming here and if you would be so considerate, please let me leave and return home as the manly of forms." I begged.
Her frown quickly became a smile and I felt relief, assured my wish would be granted.
Stepping tight to my body she looked me in the eyes. "You are scared to death, aren't you?" she asked.
"Yes, who wouldn't be after falling into this realm of sin and sex! My girlfriend now lay's there sucking the goat cock of Cedius, and I doubt she will ever be anything but a sex toy for his pleasure. You creatures here would send me home as a Mule, well looking about here even being a Mule would be better for me than living as some sex fiend!" I spouted and got mad as I did.
"Well, he can be bold!" said the Queen satyr. The crowd of satyrs laughed and some patted me on the back.
I looked around and as I saw the much more agreed faces my fear level dropped. Then the Queen placed her hairy palms one to each side of my face. "Mules are willing workers, your not like a Mule! Stallions are bold but you don't act like a stallion! Satyrs are creatures of wild aroused pleasures, but you don't like the orgy! You instead are timid, wishing for personal pleasures to be kept private and out of sight! You are considerate for friends, yet not enough stomac to stand up to Cedius before your girl joined our group. Shy, private, one of strong faith, yet you didn't call down this god to strike! Now let's see, A lover of the family unit, shy, wanting privacy, not a willing worker, not easily aroused, does not pleasure in orgies, and likes to live most of his time alone owed to none other but yourself, PERFECT! FRIENDS, he is not a Mule, not a stallion, no he is as his preferances demand, you my dear are a vile wild boar!"
Gasp's from the crowd of satyrs as I stare into the Queen satyr's face. Her words turn circles in my mind as the terror I felt about being made a gelded Mule returns ten fold.
"FRIENDS, FRIENDS, SEE THIS TO BE A FORM FITTED BY HIS OWN NATURE!" The Queen satyr announces. I see Rachel break off her sucking to watch. Cedius stands up next to her as the crowd of satyr beings builds to ring both me and the Queen.
"YOU, your Father owns a farm, doesn't he!" she asks.
"Yes, but what of...." I start to answer.
Her hands move from my face to grip the top of my head. "Yes I see his Father, a very handsome man! Yes I see the farm, it shows great riches and has much land. Yes, I see he loves to hunt and kill according to seasons! This is Fall, then Winter, Spring and at last Summer and time for Wild Boar hunts! You have more than enough time to learn the whiley ways of a Wild Boar. Time enough to grow three times your prsent weight and gain tusks and stronger muscle. Pink you are now but black and evil shall you be as a boar. See now your sprouting bristles, feel the building of beastial lusts, know your past, remember your loves, and desire to mount sows, sow, sows! NOW GO, PIGGY BOAR, RUN, SEEK AND SHOW YOUR FATHER THE BEST OF HUNTS!" she calls as I scramble on cloven hooves for the forest and privacy.