It is not like you have a choice...

"Rise, my lovelies," - you growl to your harem of lovers lying in the floor, still quivering from their many orgasms - "Our goddess calls us." The girls listen to you tentatively, but the looks on their faces are confused. Though they do not understand who the Goddess is, they heard her call. They understand it was her who gave them their new bodies, and that she needs to be worshipped. That they are her slaves. "Follow me." No more words are said. You and your lovers get on all fours (running like animals is strangely comfortable, though you normally walk on two legs), stare at the waning moon and break violently out of the house. The twilight before dawn covers your escape as you prowl between shadow and shadow. As sunrise breaks and the first humans leave their houses, you have already escaped into the woods.

As you venture further into the forest, the presence of the Goddess fills you with energy, and you find youtself becoming faster, stronger, and hornier. You also feel, instinctively, the place where the Goddess originally transformed you - and it is that sacred shrine that you seek. Time seems to lose meaning as you run, the woods themselves becoming a green blur...

Until you finally find it. You and the harem stop. The shrine - it is right before you. It could not have been more different than when you were first embraced by the Seductress, though. Whereas once there were only wilting plants and barren rocks, now grow veridian green bushes and vines, coiling around stone and wood in beautiful shapes, some vaguely resembling the female form. Bright red flowers bloom everywhere - devoted to your goddess. Their aroma, of course, is a strong aphrodisiac. You see the deer-slut take one of the flowers to put it into her hair. Clever girl.

Suddenly you hear rumbling. Threat? Prey? Your ears stay alert. Suddenly, you see a greenish sillhouette appear from behind the trees. Several, in fact. Friend, foe, or fucktoy? Your beast lovers stay on guard as well - mostly because of the prospect of **** the strangers. The creatures slowly emerge from the woods - now discernible. You are still not sure if they're friends or foes, but they're definitely fuckable. Most of them are female. Not beasts like you. Too perfect to be ordinary humans, though. Their figures, curvaceous and outrageous like those of your harem girls, with massive boobs and the proportionate asses,are almost completely bare for you to see, and yet they show no shame, smiling at you as they move closer. The only "clothing" they wear are tiny patches of leaves and flowers, just small enough to barely cover their pussies and nipples; the same leaves and flowers are found in their long wheat-coloured hair, and they actually seem look more like the integral parts of their bodies rather than clothes. Their pale, slightly greenish skin and eyes with brightly glowing emerald irises too betray their inhuman nature. There are also a few males among them. Unlike the women, they are obviously not human, and have more bestial features like yourself: the curved ram horns sprouting from their brows, their long hairy tails, and their cloven feet. Though, considering their reddish hairless skin and the cock-tipped tails, as well as their impressive muscles, they more resemble incubi for you - not that you care.

"Oʜ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴍʏ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ sᴇʀᴠᴀɴᴛs. Tʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘɪʀɪᴛs ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ," - the mesmerisingly seductive voice of the goddess instantly makes you and your lovers bow in prostration, all while ogling at her beautiful body - "Tʜᴇ sᴀᴛʏʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀʏᴀᴅs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴍɪʟʟᴇɴɪᴀ, ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʙʏ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ ᴍᴇɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴀᴄᴛs ᴏғ ʟᴜsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɴ - ɪɴ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ - ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ʟɪғᴇ."

"We are proud to serve, mistress." - you say in unison, hypnotised by the goddess' massive breasts, her hourglass azure figure, her lustruous glowing hair, her captivating eyes. Every moment you spend looking at her is like a miniature orgasm.

"Yᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs ᴄᴀɴ ᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sᴘɪʀɪᴛs ᴀs ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ. Bᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ."

"Why, my mistress?"

"Bᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ."