"I remember my good friend as if it was just yesterday that we stood here talking as if we were related." says John.
"Well who was this P. N. Budda?" you ask.
John looks at you with a face showing his thoughts were deep and the friendship he felt was as deep for this person. "It' will be four years, three months, six days, since my friend went to see that evil Queen Mayella. A dream of total equality for all and wishing her to be forgiving was more than I thought she would or could except. As it was she saw in my friend a weak fool, powerlees to make her comply. She summoned her court and toyed with the idea as her Demons and Devils toyed with what to do with this dreamer. I remember the black clouds which formed to the North telling of the spell looming for some unprepared person. I knew it was for my friend! I could do nothing for my friend and a day later a messanger came from the Queen.
I was informed that the Queen had for her court a new and wonderous Jestor of humor. I was requested to come and visit. I declined!" told John.
"Well did you friend escape her spell?" you ask sitting on the edge of your seat.
"No, my friend is caught in her evil curse and for as long as she reigns will she control her new toy. A toy for humor, but not to make her court laugh but to be a Satyr of sex! A toy which for one court member will be a female satyr and then for the pleasure will become a male satyr. Sucking and fucking, pleasuring the host of evil lords and ladies. Day and night being twisted and called for to pleasure them in thousands of beastial manors. To never sleep and as the river of time moves my friend closer to the brink the mind and memory fades and soon only the final beastial desires will leave a creature as evil as those to which were pleasured. can you think of a worse curse than that?" asked John now in tears for his friend.
"No, no I can not thing of anything more macob than that!" you answer as the renewed noise of Jack and Sarah rock the barn. "May I ask to visit my friends?" you ask as John dries his tears.
Walking out you set the tea cup on a near table and proceed to the barn filled of horses grunting sounds. A peering look inside proves this not the time to ask how they feel. The sight of Sarah walking in slow circles trying her best to dislodge the stallion's cock from her aching vulva, and the stallion Jack doing his best to stay mounted for continued pleasures.
Turning you look to the pasture where Billy might be and you hope he will know you and you him.