“We need to hide!”

Duncan looks in both directions. Panicked, he says to Felixia, “We need to hide!”

Felixia calmly looks around, and spots a small bench along the wall. “Quickly. Sit there,” she says, pointing toward the bench.

Duncan takes a seat as directed, and no sooner does he do so than he feels his body grow heavy and sluggish. He looks at his arms and is alarmed to see them turning grey and indescribably heavy. Unable to keep them aloft, he lets them fall to his lap. Looking up, he sees his reflection in a mirror on the other side of the hallway, and is shocked to see himself turning into a statue.

As his body turns stone gray, he also sees that his form is changing. The clothing he is wearing disappears, and thick fur grows on his body from the waist down. His knees seem to reverse their natural direction and his feet curl up into cloven hooves. He feels a strange sensation on his head, and when he looks, he sees two small horns protruding from his head. He opens his mouth to protest, only to see his face freeze, open-mouthed and wide eyed.

His head is frozen in just the right position to see the mirror and is able to see that Felixia has arranged to make him look like he is an ornate part of the bench itself. As he watches, he sees movement between his hands as they rest on his lap, and to his horror, sees a large penis spring up between his open palms. With the expression frozen on his face and the positioning of his hands, he appears to be a bizarre representation of a satyr, captured at the exact moment of masturbating himself to climax.

Felixia, evidently satisfied with her work, curls up on Duncan’s shoulder and transforms into a sleeping, stone cat.

No sooner is the transformation complete, than Duncan hears female laughter, followed by his brother’s voice. “But I am being serious! Most cultures consider it the best of luck to be blessed by the heir to the throne! There’s nothing immoral about it at all — in fact, it’s an act of the most honorable patriotism.”

The voices come into view, and Duncan sees his brother and Clarice — one of the housekeepers assigned to their sister. Duncan knows Clarice well, and had been well on his way to knowing her better when his sister walked in on them, finding Duncan with his hand well up Clarice’s dress, fingering between her legs. Despite his every attempt to silence Adella, she felt compelled to report the matter to Mother, who sternly chastised Duncan for his lack of good judgment. Duncan remembered Stewart’s smug expression as he listened in on Mother’s scolding. Apparently he did not think Mother’s words applied to him, however.

Stewart motions for Clarice to be quiet as he looks down the hallway toward the sound of approaching voices. Before anyone comes into view, however, there is the sound of a door opening, and the voices fade away.

Returning his attention to the young housekeeper, Stewart says, “For example, in some cultures, you rub a statue or kiss the Blarney Stone for good luck. In our fair land, you can rub and kiss something else...”

Duncan watched as his brother took the giggling servant girl’s hand and placed it between his legs. He pulled her in closely and kissed her lips. “Come here.... I’ll let you get even more luck,” he said, leading her to the bench.

The amorous couple stops abruptly, looking in shocked disbelief at the strange statue. “Well, that’s.... new. And strangely disturbing,” says the prince. “I wonder where Mother found this abomination — no doubt it was a gift, and that’s why she put it down here, out of sight.”

“It rather looks like your brother, don’t you think?” asks Clarice.

“If my brother were that well endowed, he’d be able to lay claim to any damsel in the kingdom,” said Stewart, with grudging admiration, “but I don’t think Duncan has any such growth on his head.”

“Perhaps not, but I have always found him to be rather ‘horny,’” replied Clarice with a giggle.

“And he is not the only one!” responds Stewart, lifting the young woman off her feet and placing her on her back on the bench, with her head resting on Duncan’s stone knee.

“What are you doing, Your Highness?” she gasped, as Stewart pushed her dress up past her waist, revealing her panties.

“You have spoken enough of my brother. I want to show you why I am the one who will inherit the throne!”

With that, Stewart pushes Clarice’s panties aside and lowers his face between her legs. Clarice gasps and grabs ahold of Stewart’s hair with one hand. With the other, she reaches over her head, grasping for anything to hold on to. Finding Duncan’s stone erection, she grasps it tightly and uses it to brace herself as she arches her back and writhes under Stewart’s oral mind ministrations.

Despite its stone appearance, Duncan feels Clarice’s touch as fully as if his cock was still flesh and blood. Finding himself unable to move or react in any way, however, all he can do is watch the scene unfold in the mirror in front of him. For about five minutes, Clarice holds on to Duncan’s cock with a viselike grip as she repeatedly cries out Stewart’s name. Finally, Stewart rises from between her legs with a sly grin. “See how lucky you are already? Why don’t you come with me to my bedchambers and see what other luck awaits you?”

Flushed and short of breath, Clarice barely takes time to straighten her dress before draping her arms around Stewart and letting him lead her out of sight.

Once certain they are alone, Felixia uncurls herself from her position on Duncan’s shoulder and blinks at him with glowing eyes. Immediately, Duncan’s body loses its stonelike qualities, but he retains the appearance of a nude satyr.

“What the fuck was that?” Duncan demanded, once he regained the power of speech. “A goat creature, playing with itself? Is that the best you could do?”

“Not much of a disguise, is it?” admitted Felixia. “I thought the big penis would hide your identity.”

“Speaking of which, you can restore that part of me back to flesh.”

Felixia coversher mouth to hide her laugh. “Um... sorry to say, but you’re back to flesh and blood. That’s not stone you are packing right now.”

Mortified, Duncan realizes he is incredibly aroused and self-consciously tries to cover his crotch with his hands. “Wait a minute… Why am I so turned on?” he asks. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he adds, “And why do I still have horns and goat legs?”

Felixia looks him over appraisingly. “I have to say that for such a rush job, I didn’t do half bad. As for why you are so aroused, it’s possible that your proximity to me has made you realize how lacking your female human counterparts are in the sex appeal department. But it probably has more to do with the fact that you are a satyr. As for why you have horns and goat legs, it’s because — well — you’re a satyr. Don’t you want to stay that way for a while?