"Good Morning Bucky, we had quite the night of fun, I tired you out and you slept soundly, what let me suck you off while you slept.
Oh, ah I am Marge, and as you can see I am a Satyress, a female satyr and I have learned to like being a Satyress.
Our mutual friend assures me I cannot become pregnant from having sex with a satyr or a man. He did me a favor and after making me what you see I am, he doctored my mind to make me a nymphomaniac, as I lust for the feelings of a full vagina, or to suckle cocks, manly or animal, satyr, or any stud willing to let me suckle them. He assured me than my sexual perversity and Satyress form is now my permanent self, and that is just fine with me!"
Somewhat stunned, there is little doubt she is lying, as she sat straddled over the waist with your new satyr cock rammed up inside her vagina, she bouncing up and down, making your cock to thrusting inside her, keeping you erect and her mesmerized. Her hands are behind her back they fondling your much enlarged, furry balls, you can feel how weighty they are, and oddly you rather like the sensations.
"Shall we get up and have some breakfast," you ask, wishing to shower and gain a cleaner feeling about your furrier portion of self.
"Breakfast, yea sure, let me change my position and I shall suck from your balls my breakfast, and then you can tongue and mouth your feasting again of my vagina, sexual fluids for satyrs are their real food!" Marge says, as her words astound you.
She rises up and your satyr goat cock is nearly pulled free from her hot vaginal confines.
Marge shivers and looking down at you she smiles as says, "No, we can eat later, your cock is still growing of girth and it feels so nice as snug in me!"