Getting lost.

She had been wandering for an hour… Following a voice… A presence… It was hard to place what it was in her head now. Which was strange because it subsumed so much of what was going on in her head. So many voices, so many… Urges. It was like being caught in the tide of the sea as it pushed and pulled her one direction to the other, guiding her towards a destination she didn’t recognise. Looking around, she was surrounded by satyrs, all of them huge, many of them rivalling her mother and her friends in how they towered over her by at least a meter. But there was something different about them too. They looked more animalistic. Their faces, unlike hers and her sisters which were human looking, were covered in fur and looked more goat-like in appearance.

And the smell.

It smelled just like at the Halls of Justice, but so much more potent. So heady and oppressive it was almost hard to breath, it made her feel boiling hot and **** her to fan her face to cool off, even in the crisp cool air. On instinct her tail had been up the entire time she had been navigating between hordes of anthropomorphic goat people lazing around eating what was left of the civilization around her. Or fornicating openly in plain sight, and that just made the pheromones in the air all the heavier.

“Wha… Where am I…?” Hecate slurred, her eyes unfocussed and breathing from her mouth, holding back a sliver of drool since breathing through her nose only made her dizzier and more aroused. A voice, a presence that sounded so much her mother led her on, sultry, velvety smooth voice purring into her ear.

‘You’re almost there little one, just another few steps and…’

Colliding face first into something soft and furry, Hecate took a hazy step back to look at what she had bumped into and craned her neck to look up. And up. And UP! All she could see was a towering wall of black furred flesh, alone with four massive slopes that obscured her view of the sky above. She didn’t know what she was looking up at until she saw it move, leaning forward to look down at the small satyress was the face that belonged to the wall of flesh Hecate bumped into. A satyress of mountainous size and girth looming over her. A hefty arm reached out and scratched at the space between the four recliner sized tits and tilted her horned head. A head with horns so long they might as well have been the chandelier to a ballroom! If this WAS a satyress, she was the biggest Hecate had ever seen.

And then she heard that voice. Powerful, oppressive, seductive. It caused her to go weak in the knees and clutch at her head when she heard it in her mind.

‘Well, what do we have here? You poor little thing you, your nothing but skin and bones. Well don’t worry your little head, Momma Zee is here to fill you up nice and big for the herd.’