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The trapped satyr is occasionally found at a Corrupted Glade in the Forest or in the Deepwoods. If the player has a penis, he can rape the satyr, if not there is no option but to just leave.
In Game Descriptions
For female and genderless PCs
As you wander through the woods, you find yourself straying into yet another corrupt glade. However, this time the perverse grove isn't unoccupied; loud bleatings and brayings of pleasure split the air, and as you push past a bush covered in dripping, glans-shaped berries, you spot the source.
A humanoid figure with a set of goat-like horns and legs - a satyr - is currently buried balls-deep in one of the vagina-flowers that scatter the grove, whooping in delight as he hungrily pounds into its ravenously sucking depths. He stops on occasion to turn and take a slobbering suckle from a nearby breast-like growth; evidently, he doesn't care that he's stuck there until the flower's done with him. You can't really see any way to take advantage of this scenario, so you simply turn back and leave the way you came. |
For male and hermaphrodite PCs
As you wander through the woods, you find yourself straying into yet another corrupt glade. However, this time the perverse grove isn't unoccupied; loud bleatings and brayings of pleasure split the air, and as you push past a bush covered in dripping, glans-shaped berries, you spot the source.
A humanoid figure with a set of goat-like horns and legs - a satyr - is currently buried balls-deep in one of the vagina-flowers that scatter the grove, whooping in delight as he hungrily pounds into its ravenously sucking depths. He stops on occasion to turn and take a slobbering suckle from a nearby breast-like growth; evidently, he doesn't care that he's stuck there until the flower's done with him. You can see his goat tail flitting happily above his tight, squeezable asscheeks, the loincloth discarded beside him failing to obscure his black cherry, ripe for the picking. Do you take advantage of his distraction and ravage his ass while he's helpless? |