Adobe had his mind set on wanting to live his future with some sense of usefulness, and natural purity. He if then might become wholly of form a buck goat, to live the lifestyle as a vile buck, a herd sire. He knew from having read in biology class 202, as how a male goat will soaking, urinate, covering his forelegs, head, and shoulders, he was willing to be then a male goat and owned by some farmer.
"Good bye and good riddance," said Adobe as the front door to the tainted house swung closed, blocking even Melissa from her icy stare and that come-hither command no half-goat or satyr could resist.
As from inside the house as the door swung shut the frantic cry of Sammy wallowing his face, nose, and tongue inside a furry cunt, he hearing Adobe daring to leave the Satyress orgy.
Marching away with long stride steps, as goat like hind legs were with what Adobe gained for his long-time association as a sex slave to so horny a growing herd of Satyress. His hot bath had soaked back into him some sense of moral thinking, although he being satyr infected, his lacking of daily sustenance, of ingesting goat semen pearls, and Satyress vaginal juices, would damn him of body first and after a year of mind to leave him as a male goat, a beast alive for want of sex, sex, and more sex!
Determined, Adobe turned his back on some good and past friends left to do as he, to wallow and become bedeviled fodder. There was his excellently enhanced goat hearing ability, and from a fair distance he could hear still they who were friends feeling their first waves of transforming agony.
The sounds of friends in pain and scared beyond belief by the alluring abilities of Satyress creatures liking to impose their devilment upon the easy as immoral humans that abound in that modern-day society.
"O.M.G. NO, PLEASE NO, I DO NOT EVEN WANT TO BECOME LIKE YOU," screamed a female voice, as then the front door opened and a naked as slim and pretty form stumbled out into the dark of night.