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Reign of Rhythas: The Talking Goat (part 1)

Sealed demonic satyr lust unbound from a simple blowjob.

"I'm putting an end to your terror and corruption, Rhythasrenian!" called out the powerful warlock, weaving intricate binding magiks.

"Damn you, Maviel. You've got one foot in the grave, by the time I'm free, humans won't have you to protect them any longer!" screamed the powerful demon in reply, "My lust and corruption will one day tear this world asunder, and when I'm done there won't be a human left!" The satyr demon called out in pain as his body shrunk and was bound to the form of a simple goat.

For centuries as a demonic goat, Rhythasrenian used his twisted demon musk and ability to speak to entice males to taste his member. Countless years passed with countless males giving the bound demon their humanity while he gave them his satyric seed, leaving each as a tainted horny goat and slowly breaking the powerful spell that kept him in his diminished form. Now in the present day, Rhythasrenian finds himself in a traveling carnival under the guise of a magical talking goat.

Myke strolled through the carnival taking in the sights and watching the little shows. He was impressed by some of the acts, while others were obvious forms of trickery. There was a fortune teller who was absurdly accurate, but she seemed preoccupied with worry for some reason, like an ominous future was coming. Though there was one attraction that really piqued his curiosity; there was a talking goat that spoke the clearest english. The voice of the goat was too perfect, but the body of the animal was too real to be animatronic. Myke had to get a closer look, so he waited until the show was over and the carnival closed to sneak into the goat's stall while it was unattended.

"Looks like I have a visitor. Not many come to see me in my stall after shows," said the goat.

"Holy shit! You really can talk," said Myke, ignoring the goat's odor as he drew closer, kneeling down.

"That's right, I'm as real as you are, come feel my fur. I don't bite." Myke started to rub his hand through the goat's fur and a wave of heat passed through his fingertips to the rest of his body like a ripple in water. The college dropout's eye's dilated as a great calm swept over him.

"Such soft fur..." Myke said like he was on ecstasy, "And... it smells so good in here. Is that you? Dear god, you smell fucking awesome." Myke found himself nuzzling and sniffing deeply into the goat's neck, "Do you have a name mister goat?" he asked in a childlike trance.

"You can call me Rhythas," replied the goat before bleating.

"Rhythas, your fur smells great; especially for a goat."

"I taste great too."

"Taste? I don't want to eat you Rhythas," Myke chuckled.

"You silly human, I don't mean eat me, I mean taste my member." Myke pulled back from the goat's fur, his eyes a bit conflicted.

"I'm not sure I understand."

"Baah, look under my belly. The black shaft down there smells and tastes great," said Rhythas, taking joy in his final victim being ensnared before he was free again. Myke leant down the side of the goat and stared at the object of interest. A thick black rod pulsing with veins stood out at least a foot, slick with lust and ending in a blunt flat tip that leaked pre-orgasmic slime. The strong odor of corruptive lust pulls Myke closer to Rhythas' shaft. The furry bunched sheath and furry tennis ball testicles near the base of Rhythas member was damp with bestial sweat and excess oily lust it secreted. Myke was just an inch away from the tip, the demonic musk was seeping into him as drool bungie jumped from his mouth. He couldn't take a second more and wrapped his lips around the blunt end while grabbing the slick middle to guide the corruptive cock into his mouth. Just a taste of the gooey pre had Myke sucking Rhythas' cock like a well-trained whore.

"Baah, that's right human, drink your fill," moaned Rhythas. He could feel the humanity pouring into him, returning his true form, and giving him more power. Myke absentmindedly used his other hand and began fondling the goat's big fuzzy balls. With every passing second Rhythas' demonic body returned to its original state. His size increased, back popping as he regained a bipedal form. Cloven forehooves pulsed and stretched as they sat themselves on Myke's shoulders, becoming three thick hoof-like fingers before altering further into strong five-fingered hands with black hoof-like nails on the tips. He grasped the human's head and forced his rod further into the hungry throat as his vigorously muscled arms lost their fur except for a coat on his forearms. Myke was in a lustful daze as he swallowed the demon's cock, his own shaft was painfully hard as it pulsed and lengthened down his pant leg all the while dripping increasingly tainted fluids. Rhythas moaned, his balls beginning to churn as his goatish muzzle receded into a more human face but keeping its capra qualities. A short curly beard hanging from his chin as his horns grew and curled back to be like a ram's. His digitigrade hoofed feet pumped with muscle, the thick curly fur ending at his waist aside from the fur crawling up his spine to the back of his head which now sported shoulder length curly locks of hair. Rhythas' strong pecs glistened with sweat as his member tensed and surged pints of demon satyr seed directly into Myke's stomach. The young man felt the corruptive essence pour into him and with that his human innocence was gone. Myke moaned around the cock as it fed him; his shorts were stained to soaking with his musky precum while tenting as his corrupted shaft demanded freedom. Rhythas bleated as he pushed Myke's head off his shaft and watched as wicked yellow cum flowed from the tainted human's mouth.

"Thank you, Myke, you've freed my body and demonic aura from containment. History will remember this day. Now take my rewards," says Rhythas before ripping open Myke's shorts to reveal a demonic black satyr cock drooling at full mast.

"I-Is that mine?" asks Myke, staring in wonder at his new cock.

"Indeed it is. I hope you enjoy it," replies Rhythas while grabbing the slick oily surface. He started stroking Myke's cock, smiling delightfully as he watched Myke's big goatish balls churn corruption throughout his body. Myke's eyes rolled up as he felt the demon's lust through contact. With increasing speed he jacked Myke's shaft, feeling the tainted human's mind drown itself in his demonic infection. In moments Myke felt a surge of bestial lust race from his member into his vulnerable brain. His body trembled and spasmed as his sweaty balls pulled up and thick ropes of yellow satyr spooge shot out of his black tip to splatter against his chin.

"Ugh... Aagh, Baaah!" Myke bleated in orgasm. Even with release, his body was still brimming with arousal.

"Now that you've had a taste human, would you like to feel the weight of my demonic power?"

"Yes Rhythas, feed me your lust. I need more!"

"Then get on your hands and knees as I remake your form in my image." Myke did as he was told, taking joy as Rhythas ripped away the rest of his shorts. The demon was now rubbing his wicked cock up and down Myke's butt crack, gleefully watching as his precum had Myke's ass growing a light fuzz and spreading his cheeks to reveal a thickening black pucker. "You'll make a powerful satyr once your humanity has been relinquished," says Rhythas before shoving his horny staff into Myke's swollen hole. Myke had felt a pang of human disgust at Rhythas' words, but it was instantly silenced as he was entered from behind. The lust demon's cock had bumped Myke's prostate on entrance and now he felt a sensual warmth flowing into it, warping it into a proper satyr prostate that secreted corruptive ass slime to lube cock entry. The tainted human eagerly ground his ass against the satyr's crotch. Each slap of their balls signaled a walnut ramming and Myke panted in ecstasy, gasping as his own cock twitched and spurted precum. As Rhythas' cock oozed precum into Myke, he absorbed and twisted the boy's humanity while feeding him demon satyr lust.

Myke had furry chest hair brimming under his shirt as his pecs and abs pushed the fabric to straining. Each thrust shot electric sensuality into his body, the corruption was pouring in from his cock and ass, and the fading human couldn't take it. Myke could feel the power of a satyr's rut calling for him to release his humanity. With a powerful jab into Myke's prostate, the satyr devil bleated in orgasm and pumped him full of wicked satyr seed. Myke spasmed and moaned as Rhythas' evil essence poured into him, his body changing rapidly with its intake. The fur spreading from Myke's crotch and ass thickened as it raced down his legs. His toes fusing into cloven hooves as his legs reshape to a digitigrade form. Myke's furry muscled ass clenched as a short fuzzy goat tail pressed out the end of his spine. The near-satyr's mind was twisting with demonic satyr ideals and priorities, causing his lips and nose to darken and turn goatish as the start of horns rose out of his forehead. Myke's body surged with more muscle, making his shirt burst apart as a strong furry chest glistened with sweat. Fur crawled up the middle of his back as a wave of evil bestial instincts headed for his skull. Myke's eyes shot open as his black horns fully grew out, the sharp rods acting as a beacon for demon lust and rushing it into his brain. With a powerful bleat Myke rolled his eyes up as he came. As pints of vicious yellow cream sprayed out the new satyr's phallus, his soul was replaced with the essence of a demon. The former human barely a memory as the horny satyr rocked into his master's crotch, eyes dark and goatish.

Rhythas pulled out of his first servant of his coming reign, eliciting a needy moan from the demon under him.

"Rise my scion, you're now Mykhail, no longer Myke, no longer a human. As my first of this age, I grant you a final reward," said Rhythas dowsing his fingers in cum before marking his insignia on the lust demon's forehead. Mykhail bleated as his balls swelled a bit more and they started churning not just typical satyr cum but the seed of Rhythas himself. More darkness filled him as he gained access to some of Rhythas' cum magik.

"Thank you master, I can feel your carnal power coursing through me," said Mykhail flexing as his cock shot ribbons of his demon lord's cum. Mykhail felt a burst of pride at his master's infernal blessing, and felt even his demonic brain rewiring with cunning and devout loyalty to his re-maker. It was then that their furry goat ears twitched at the sound of the stable door opening.

The carnival's stablehand stumbled into the stall, but stopped with his jaw dropping at the sight of the two demonic satyrs before him. He knew the talking goat that had wandered into his care was weird but this was something else entirely. The two infernal beastmen looked at him with red goatish eyes before bleating him a welcome.

The handler felt a deep sense of dread wash over him as the two demonic satyrs approached. Mykhail's black cock was pulsing with heat and lust as it leaked corruptive musk that seemed to seep into the very air. The handler's eyes darted towards the exit, but Mykhail was faster. In the span of a breath he had clopped over to the man and used his demonic magik to seal all sound from escaping the space they were in. The lust demon grabbed him and shoved him to the ground, his eyes wild with excitement.

"Oh god! W-what are you?" said the handler.

"All these years of taking care of me. Turning a blind eye to all those men I turned into goats and you don't recognize me? Why it's dear old Rhythas, your friendly talking goat," said Rhythas as he casually hoofed over.

"Rhythas!? What happened to you? I-I thought you were just some magical goat that could talk."

"Oh I'm much more than that. I was freed from a millennia of confinement by my newest scion Mykhail here. Being that he was the final human I needed, I decided to bless him by being the first demon satyr born of my return. Mykhail bleated with the praise of his lord and master.

"D-Demon!? Satyr!? My god! I should have listened to Sorina and gotten rid of you."

"But you didn't. Too caught up in how much money could be made and my hypnotic allure. So sinful, and perfect to join my infernal flock."

"Oh master, may I be the one to corrupt him?" Mykhail asked seductively. His fat horse-like cock throbbed insistently and pitter-pattered hot precum over the prone man that cowered in fear of what the hellish Mykhail intended for him.

"By all means, my disciple. Make him a loyal servant to our demonic cause," replied Rhythas.

With permission given, Mykhail tore the handler's pants off and tossed them to the side. His black cock was fully erect and oozing with pre-orgasmic musk. He lined up his cock with the handler's puckered asshole and pressed his tip against it. The man squirmed and tried to break free, but Mykhail held him down.

"Shhhh, you're going to love this," he whispered, his demonic voice sending shivers down the handler's spine.

The man tried to speak his defiance but was interrupted by the spicy hot precum that dripped from Rhythas' phallus onto his face as the archdemon stood over him. The hot fluids were so potent and corruptive that already his lips were blackening and teething shifting to be more goat-like.

With one powerful thrust, Mykhail rammed his cock into the man's ass, tearing through his virginal barrier and stretching him wide. The handler cried out in pain, but his protests soon devolved into distressed bleats as his vocal chords changed. Mykhail pumped into the man as his body was subdued and changed by their influence. Every spurt of his precum inside the human's bowels spurred the satyr infection to spread more.

The man's skin started to turn a dark olive as it sheened with sweat. The heat of satyr demon's cock inside him spread infernal warmth through his body, and chipped away at his human soul with every thrust. His fingernails blackened as his fingers became thicker with muscle and sinew as they gripped deep into the dirt on the ground. The initial pain had given way to a pleasure he'd never known in his human life. His will was too weak to resist and his own shaft began to rise in arousal. He threw his head back as his torso instinctively arched to receive more of Mykhail's fat cock. His hair grew wild and unruly as fur spread down his spine and filled in his chest hair as his pecs pumped up with muscle and his abs tightened. As the demon seed continued to work its way through his body, the man's mind was flooded with visions of sex and debauchery. He saw men and women fucking and sucking each other in every possible position, and the sounds of their orgasmic moans echoed through his head. His mind's eye watched as they grew more and more to be goatish beastmen, demonic satyrs in the throws of ecstasy. Their bleats of fantasy reverberated through his brain as it warped under the influential demonic lust. The handler's cock was fully hard, bouncing against his abs as it grew from the meager 5 inches of a human. It pulsed and stretched as the flesh darkened, the foreskin sliding down and firming up into a rigid medial ring as the tip blunted and flattened. The shaft pressed out inch after inch until it was a solid foot of throbbing obsidian horse cock that leaked over his hairy abs. He started to moan and bleat along with the voices in his head. His warped mind agreed with their calls to be one with the demonic herd of Rhythas.

Mykhail continued to pound his ass, his demonic cock satyr cock throbbing and spurting with every thrust. Soon, the handler was shaking in pleasure, his own bestial cock twitching and leaking pre as his swelling furry balls churned in preparation for release. Mykhail grunted and growled as he fucked the changing man, his balls slapping against his ass with every thrust. He could feel the corruption spreading through the handler's body, and he knew that it would only be a matter of time before he was fully transformed. He took delight at seeing the shaggy thick goat fur spread over his herdmate's ass and down his thighs as he held them up. Shoes fell to the ground as the man's furry feet popped and cracked. Toes fused as thick black nails spread out over them until all that were left were cloven hooves that kicked and flayed in pleasure from every thrust between his furred butt cheeks.

Just as the handler was about to cum, Mykhail pulled out and flipped him over onto his hands and hooves. He spread the man's legs and pressed his cock against his ass once more as the handler's goat tail flitted between them. The near-satyr bleated out a scream in pleasure as the lust demon's black shaft pushed past his stretched barrier and filled his ass again, medial ring pulsating against his prostate. . Mykhail fucked the handler hard and fast as Rhythas stroked himself in amusement of their breeding. Soon the animal handler, covered in sweat, felt an aching in his skull. The pleasure mixed with pain that burned in his brain as two nubs pushed up under his skin just below the hairline on his forehead. Mykhail grunted and his balls churned as he prepared to release his corrupted seed. He slammed his cock into the man's ass one last time and let out a loud bleat, filling him with his evil satyr cum. The handler's eyes rolled up into the back of his head, and his own cock twitched and sprayed his corruptive yellow cum all over the hay-covered floor. The nubs on his forehead pierced through the skin and grew into thick black goat horns, as the new demon satyr expelled the last of his humanity. Mykhail stood back, admiring his handiwork. Licking his goatish lips as he watched the new satyr's dark gaping hole ooze his slimy seed before it closed up. The handler was now completely transformed into a lustful goat demon. His olive skin steamed sweat, eyes red goatish and filled with mischief. He stood up and examined his new body. Taking delight in the light coat of fur covering forearms and the manly hair going down his chest before it flourished into dark fur around his cock black bestial cock. Mykhail smiled and patted the demon on the shoulder.

"Welcome to the herd. We have a lot of work to do."

Rhythas stepped forward, his red eyes glowing with power and lust. "Yes, we have a lot of work to do. The world is ours for the taking, and we will spread our corruption far and wide. No man or woman will be safe from our lust. We will fuck and breed them until their minds are broken, and their bodies are filled with our seed, and transformed into demonic satyrs under my will. We will destroy their cities and leave their countries in ruin. And when the world is ours, we will start anew, creating a new era of lust and corruption."

Now that the two satyrs were finished corrupting and demonizing the carnival handler, they were ready to move on to the next group. They walked out of the stables and into the main area of the carnival. There was a lounge trailer for the carnival staff to rest in, and they were eager to spread Rhythas' will and carnality to them as well. They made their way over to the trailer, their demonic cocks pulsing with heated lust. They could smell the humans inside and couldn't wait to fill their bodies with satyr seed. They opened the door and found a group of three people, a man and two women. The man was sitting at a table with one of the women, while the other woman was lying on a couch, reading a book. They were shocked to see the three satyrs, and they all stared at them unsure of exactly what was before their eyes. Mykhail and Rhythas walked up to the group, their cocks hard and bouncing with every step.

"Baa-a-a-ah! Cum one. Cum all. Have a taste of Lord Rhythas' power," said Mykhail.

Rhythas weaved a spell of calming with his musk and flooded it into the room as he and his two minions descended upon the shocked humans. Rhythas and Mykhail walked over to the man and woman at the table, their red goatish eyes glowed with power and lust. The handler stayed by the door, his corrupted balls churning corruptive satyr seed as he waited for his turn. Mykhail grabbed the human man and shoved him onto the table, his eyes wild with excitement. Rhythas got on top of him and pulled his pants off, revealing his soft white member. Rhythas stroked the human's cock, his demonic cum magik spreading lust through his body. The man moaned and squirmed, his cock growing hard and erect with every touch. The woman scampered away from the table back to the couch with the other. Even in the fear of what was happening, they couldn't push themselves to scream. What was worse was the growing arousal they all felt from the lustful demonic presence. Mykhail grabbed the man's hair and held his head in place before forcing the blunt tip of his cock into the human's mouth. The man's eyes teared and rolled up as the satyr's shaft forced its way down his throat until big furry balls churning with demonic goat seed slapped against the man's chin. Rhythas shoved his cock into the man's ass. Not even holding back, his 14 inch cock immediately began surging his evil seed through the man's body.

The handler bleated with excitement, his own black hoof-like fingers and nails itching with anticipation. Mykhail fucked the man's mouth, his corruptive satyr pre flowing down his throat. Rhythas rammed the man's ass, his demonic cock continuously pumping his hellish infection. The man's body filled with corrupted heat, squirming under the weight of the satyr's breeding him. The handler bleated again, his furry balls churning corruptive yellow satyr seed as he waited and swayed from hoof to hoof. The man gave a gurgled moan in pleasure, his humanity fading with every thrust. His skin tanned under growing muscles. Fingers gripped the table as they became thicker and capped in hoof-like nails. His hair grew in Mykhail's fingers as his ears pointed. Fur slowly spread over his ass and down his legs as his feet cramped and cracked, toes fusing together into blacked goat hooves that burst through his shoes as the women watched in abject horror though for some reason their voices were caught in their throats. They could only push themselves further into the couch at the back of the trailer with the handler bleating with excitement and blocking their only exit. When one tried to move to get past him he moaned and shot a splatter of cum at her feet, forcing her back to the couch with the other.

Mykhail huffed as he fucked the man's mouth, his corruptive satyr fluids flowing down his human's esophagus. Rhythas bleated as he pounded the man's ass, his evil seed spreading through his body and forcing it to change further. The man screamed and moaned with pleasure, his mind breaking with every thrust. Rhythas could feel the seed sprouting and spreading through his body, and he knew that it would only be a couple minutes before he was fully transformed into a lust demon satyr in his flock. Mykhail stomped a hoof, his big furry balls churning corruptive yellow cum as he got ready to cum. He slammed his cock into the man's mouth one last time and bleated loudly, filling him with his pints of musky yellow spunk. The man's eyes rolled up into the back of his head, horns growing out his skull as his face shifted into a dark proto-snout, black lips dripping the hot spooge that was fed to him. He could take it no more and came all over the trailer floor under the table, his corrupted seed oozing out of his cock and corrupting the carpet. Rhythas joined Mykhail's bleat as he gave a final thrust and bust, his demonic balls churning corruptive satyr jizz and surging up his shaft and into the man at full force.

A furry goat tail pushed out of the man's ass and slid across Rhythas' hard abs as the new demon satyr was washed clean of his humanity. Mykhail pulled out of the man's mouth, his cock coated in gooey cum and saliva, still ready for more. Rhythas got off of him and let the handler take his turn. The handler bleated and walked over to the man, his corrupted balls churning corruptive yellow satyr seed. Rhythas and Mykhail turned to the fearful women near the couch in the back.

"Come ladies, don't be afraid. Lord Rhythas welcomes you with lust and pleasure you've never known," said Mykhail as he and Rhythas walked toward them.

"You, make sure our new brother is filled more while we bring these two women into the herd," said Rhythas as he pointed to the handler. The newly transformed satyr bleated in acknowledgment.

Mykhail and Rhythas cornered the two women in the back and approached them, their cocks pulsing with heat and lust.

The handler looked down at his transformed herdmate, the man was now a goat demon with fur covering his lower half and a wicked black cock with a blunt tip leaking pre. Just what he liked. The handler grabbed the satyr's horns and guided him to flip onto his back. The demon bleated excitedly and lifted his legs up to spread his ass cheeks, exposing his puckered dark hole to the other demon. The handler gripped his herdmate's cock as he lined his own up to the offered hole. He pulled him close, and the cock slid easily into well-used ass. The man's goatish eyes widened pleasure as he was opened up again by his new brother. He moaned and bleated with pleasure, giving the women in the back a chorus of sex to listen to as they looked up at the two satyrs before them.

The women were in shock and terror, but their voices were caught in their throats. Rhythas grabbed one of the women by the neck, her legs dangling and kicking in feeble resistance. But she felt more than just the squeeze of his hand around her throat, her eyes rolling back as she was unable to resist the corruptive demonic magik pouring into her. The other woman finally was able to scream and tried to get away, but Mykhail threw her onto the couch, pressing her face into the cushions as he ripped away her pants. She tried to resist and flail, but he was too strong.

The handler continued to bounce his fat horse cock into the furry ass of his brother as he watched his master and herd brother force themselves onto the human women. Rhythas' red eyes glowed with power and his aura of corruptive lust as his fat cock spurt precum over the woman's pants before ripping them off with the hand not gripping her neck. The woman was held by her neck and lifted into the air as she was rid of her undergarments. Her teary eyes rolled back down and stared directly into Rhythas' red ones. They soaked into her, and with the limited air tainted with Rhythas' musk, her resistance waned. Arms dangling at her sides as she gurgled in his grip, pussy exposed to his demonic sable horse cock. With one quick motion, Rhythas shoved his cock deep into her pussy, his balls slapping against her ass. She screamed and moaned in pained pleasure as Rhythas thrust into her pussy. He released his grip on her throat to magically hold her in the air as he fucked into her. She drooled and moaned as his fiery heat spread through her. The warmth of his cock radiating pure infernal pleasure as her cunt started to dark and swell around his shaft. Rhythas huffed and chuffed as he thrust into her, her pussy starting to turn leathery and fur spreading from her crotch to cover her legs and ass before spreading to her torso. The woman's head rolled back, her arms and legs dangling as the satyr bleated and spewed his hot spunk into her. Rhythas' balls churned corruptive satyr seed as they filled her with the same substance. Rhythas could feel her human form changing, her humanity melting under his power. With a loud bleat and a mighty thrust, Rhythas pumped another quart of his cum into her body as it corrupted to his image. Her skin tanned, her fingernails dark and hoof-like, and her pussy furred further. Rhythas grunted as he continued to fill her with his seed. She squirmed and moaned in his grasp as the seed worked through her. Rhythas released his cock from her pussy and let her fall onto the floor, her new horns scraping against the carpet as she gasped for air. Rhythas turned back to Mykhail's dogged humping into the other woman. Already her horns were growing in and bleats slipped through her moans as she slowly changed. She would have been a beauty before, but now she looked like some fantasy mixture of goat and woman. The dusting of fur between her breasts as the nipples darkened, lips black with a defined cleft as his nose turned a similar color and shifted forward into a goat's. The light in her eyes was replaced with a sinister red glow as the pupils squared and spread out in rectangular fashion. She squirmed and screamed, her voice breaking into a bleat as Rhythas slapped her goatish nose with his slimy cock to smear his seed and scent over her face. Her horns had already grown in, and she looked at him with a wicked grin as her mind twisted with demonic desire and reverence for her new master. Mykhail continued fucking her into the couch, her hooves sticking in the air as she felt her orgasm build to the breaking point. They both came and bleated as she relinquished her humanity, her human soul weeping in despair before it warped into a gleefully demonic satyr soul within her as their tainted fluids splattered between them as Rhythas baptized her face in more of his cum. She lifted her ass in the air and her goatish tongue slathered out to taste more of his cum. The now 6 satyr demons basked in orgasm as the floor was flooded with their cum and juices. So much so it spilled out underneath the door to outside, wafting their infernal musk across the carnival as the rest of the staff closed up for the night.

"Good, my children. Embrace my will and the demonic fire within. Let it spread over this human sideshow before taking the countryside. Let us corrupt them all!" said Rhythas as he pulled his cum covered cock out of the new satyr's face. His flock had more than doubled and there was still more to induct. He couldn't wait.