The ruckus
outside made sneaking into the third-floor lab an effortless task. Joy found herself quickly inside the classroom lab,
momentarily distracted by the smell and palpable feel of ambient sex within.
She found herself fondling
her right breast through her tighter “The Cure” T-shirt as she inspected the room
(finally realizing that her former B’s were now sensitive D-cups). She found
telltale signs of their activities: the syringe of horse DNA, a woman’s ripped
clothing, various bits of fur (growing on tables and chairs?!) and sexual
fluids everywhere.
Her attention eventually
locked on the camcorder in the corner (with a smattering of coarse fur on the
record button and the tripod handle) and the unblinking red light below the
lens. Joy grinned broadly as she stopped the recording and rewound the tape, finding
her fingers lingering on the patch of brown goat’s fur.
She saw everything from Bridget’s
transformation on, as the girls within had become distracted and forgot about
the recording. Apparently, this Dawn person (satyr?) was the cause, however
indirectly, of the orgy. In her curiosity, Joy barely realized her hand was
down her black jeans while she watched the spectacle.
Four others? Rogue Satyrs? Satyr
World? When did I get to
She climaxed twice while
watching the tape, idly wondering if the lingering energy in the room was
working her libido this way.
Once the recording ended, Joy
removed and pocketed the Hi-8 cassette, in case she needed proof of what she
found. The black-haired Philosophy major adjusted her glasses as she thought
over what to do about this strange course of events…
Sun Nov 3 13:00:12 2002