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What was, was no more and what I wanted I had,I became the full essence of what I wished, so does that make any sense?
My having met the Genie, she turned a man into a satyr and then transitioning his mind, created a sex-ravaged one lustful a male satyr,what now is me. Only after I took to running as get away from the Genie did I gain a realization of what I became and the strange passions for having become a satyr, urged me to run and hide, before then to consider as of what next I might do!
I think it needless to say that I felt quite discombobulated, me becoming a satyr for real, in part an animal, a goat, and having still the memories of what it was to feel like being human.
I ran, and not too far behind me fluttered the Sprite Angelica, a she-devil of a cute as miniature female human with butterfly wings.
Running, dodging this bush and that rock I had to admire my gaining of great agility. My goaty legs and cloven hooves works well together as if that way because of divine providence I suspect!
Those thoughts about divine providence and heavenly powers bade me to wondering if by becoming a Satyr made me as totally damned, or allowed to live a life doing enough good deeds as to win some lowly place in heaven, maybe just polishing the gates facing toward hell?
Running ever faster with gaining greater ability to leap over bushes rather than skirt around them, I again wondered if by me becoming a satyr, would she-devils find me as ravishing to their sexual abominations as might human kinds see me as their fondest desire?
It was becoming dark when I noted the sun setting and I was still enthralled with dashing about on goat legs and cloven hoofs. When coming to a stream and some tall reeds I decided to stop as lie down and rest. I lowered my face to the water to get a drink.
It was then my Sprite arrived with her fluttering in a disorientated way, she crashing into my woolly butt.
A fluttering sound and then a tiny yipe sound before the splut-splat when she sheered off my butt and sunk into the chilly waters of the stream.
I with fingers by then armed with cube-like hooflets having replaced human fingernails did retrieve the Sprite from where she had sunk to the bottom of the babbling creek.
"Out, get you out of there," I said as with my hand and fingers I plucked her from out the creek mire to save the life of my fairy-Sprite.
"Bad enough to be a man made a satyr and then deposed to have a fluttering Sprite, you do know how to be an added problem!" I said, as I felt indignation right then.
"Yes sir, me sorry for having bumped your sexy butt. Part of my being here is to help you have the inclination to get properly aroused by a male or female anything." My Sprite said to me.
"I am new at being satyr for real," I said, as admitting the truth.
"Might I suggest to the new Satyr, that maybe a mile south along this very stream is a farm owning a herd of doe goats. They are of proper age and in estrus, worthy of size, and femininity to give you what you need most, a arousing experience!" Spite suggesting said, as hearing her, I had to agree, my body felt need for some brutal ravishing fun.
Then with my Sprite as a guide she led me along the stream to where it crossed under the barbwire fence and wiggled its way through a green pasture.
When then I saw the goat herd and they lifting their heads could sniff the scent of me, both the doe herd and a horny satyr ran to greet, meet, and begin a evening of wild fornicating.
"Practice makes perfection," said my Sprite-fairy Angelica, and by the truth she was quite right!
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