It was another one of those nights. I separated myself from my lover, sliding from her embrace. Rising from our bed, I walk over to a nearby mirror and once more look at myself. The moonlight is enough to make me visible in the darkness.
I place my hand onto one of my horns. It was not so much an obsession as it was more a force of habit now and again. I don’t do it every time. It’s either during a moment’s peace, or just plain boredom; like wanting to pick on a scar when you are told not to. But these are not my horns. Well… they are, but not the kind I once had. These are, one might say, a reminder of what I have been through. The corruption that they forced upon me would remain for all time in the form of these horns. I was still the same, but somewhat different. The memories still burned in my head. They were faded, but I know they are still there. I can remember every last detail, every grueling moment, the time when I lost myself. Anyone else in my place would go to great lengths to try and forget them, even dying for the sole purpose of finding peace of mind. So why not I? I admit I was never a strong female. But even after all that, I didn’t lose my will to live. Even as it sank in the first time, I simply shrugged it off afterwards. It was such a strange nagging feeling. Was there something wrong with me? Maybe. Still, I always wondered why I couldn’t let this go.
It was just some years ago...
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It was supposed to be a simple task. My elder sister Verena left out the details, or rather left out me. She wanted to venture out there alone, and I couldn’t blame her. She was more than capable of defending herself; she has been that way since we lost our family. I was even younger then; too young to remember how it happened. She just told me of the danger, but was never specific about it. I would‘ve just let it go then and there but, being the younger sister that I am, I insisted.  I was sure she would tell me what she was supposed to do before we reached our destination.
We never did.
What happened between then and when I came to was a bit of a blur. The only thing I remembered was that we were ambushed by… someone? Something? I wasn’t certain. I had woken up in the center of a campsite. It was still day time, as clouded as it was. I saw a large pile of charred bark and branches close to me. I looked around to see a set of large, roughly made tents. The land beneath my hooves was dry, despite the hot and humid air. There was a peculiar sense of evil over it; corruption. Any plant life that still grew here had wilted by now. If not for the huge trees outside the camp, I would’ve though this to be was a barren wasteland. My nose twisted from an odd, stale stench which was everywhere. I got up and walked over to the edge of the camp. After taking a closer look, the large trees were shown to have been died off some time ago. I felt a bit of sadness for them. I could not find anyone staying here at the moment, but my heart told me I should not be here. The back of my head was throbbing, which could have meant I was likely struck by whoever owned this camp.
But where was Verena? I called out to her as I left the camp. Weird sounds came from the direction I was going; wild and bestial-like noises. The best course of action would have been to turn around and head the other direction. It had crossed my mind, but I needed find my sister. I could tell she was close. I quickened my pace, the sounds becoming louder and clearer. A few males… and the muffled cries of a female. I went past more trees. The second I found the source of the noise, I felt my heart stop, my hands covering my mouth as I gasped.
Near one of the trees, there was my sister, lifted in the air and her clothes partially torn, with two other creatures she was between. Judging by their long beards, rough messy fur, tall ridged horns and a resemblance to an elf, I recognized them from the stories. These were Satyrs, said to be minions of the ‘Legion’. I could see four more surrounding them. They have been watching the whole time, I believed. But was more shocking was what they were doing to her. They had their hips moving at the same time toward my sister. I heard their roar before they pressed themselves further into her. I could scarcely see fluids dripping from their legs. They were violating her! I was sure of it. My mind screamed to go recuse her, but my body froze in fear.
I then felt a squeeze on my chest. Large hands cupped over my breasts. I realized there was one more behind me. There was no doubt that this Satyr was larger than the others. My body tensed from this unwanted touch. I felt his head coming to my side. I could hear a growling, sinister voice from his lips, telling me to keep watching. I looked away instead, keeping my eyes shut. But my concern for my sister overtook my need to avert my sight. I opened them again, now locked in this terrible display.
The two Satyrs that assaulted her separated, almost letting her fall, but one behind caught her. That one grabbed her arms and thrust into her again. The other had already backed away looking exhausted and joined the others, shouting to the active one. I saw Verena seemingly limp. There was no struggle. I could almost see her eyes rolled up to her lids. What scared me the most was that her cries were becoming ragged and choked. It was almost as if she was dying. The Satyr behind me was whispering some words. They were venomous. I recognized them to be. But they were nothing more than murmurs as my focus remained on my sister. She was always so strong. She could easily fight them all, could she not? How did this happen?
S-Stop… The first word came out of my mouth. It was but a whisper for them to hear. Again I told them to stop, begging them to. My voice grew gradually louder as I repeated myself. I was on the verge of panic. I could not let her die. I would not.
I somehow managed to slip from my molester’s grasp and screamed one more time with all my might for them to stop. That managed to lure them to me. I was surprised to have possessed such a voice. I could see my sister dropped there on her side, unmoving and covered with their filth. Fear took over and I pushed past those in front of me, rushing to be by her side. I knelt down and lifted her up on my lap. Her breathing was rasped. I saw one of her breasts was exposed because of a tear in her clothes. I saw a grayish-white fluid from between her legs, most likely their seed. This was also bare from a hole made in her clothes. I saw her head turned up to look at me. I could tell she was about to faint from exhaustion. I only heard one single word: run.
She went limp again after that, but could still hear her breathing. That alone was a good sign. But I didn’t do as she told me. I guess I was stubborn. Those creatures behind me, this tainted land we were dragged into, all meant nothing to me right now. I only focused on who was in front of me. Using what healing magic I had, I made sure to tend to any possible wounds Verena has. Some that I saw were scratches, yet I tended to those as well. When I had finished, I laid her down on the ground gently, and stared at her for a moment. Thanks to me, she looked peaceful, asleep like we were home.
I then remembered where we were. I rose up and turned to face my sister’s assailants. I counted six… seven total; all male, none had any clothes on. The tallest one was likely their leader that grabbed me earlier. 
I had heard stories of their kind; they would find and catch unsuspecting victims, subjecting them to horrors that are too unspeakable; a fate worse than death itself. This may have been one of those horrors, right? They just stood there, staring at me. I had no idea not what they were planning.
My mind was racing. Fear once more engulfed me, but it wasn’t that they would attack me now. No… it was my sister. None of this would have happened if I stayed home. But would that have made a difference for her at all? One thing was certain. She would be left to her fate again if I ran. Worse, she might be killed by the time I was safe. I could not bear the thought of that happening. There was only one option.
I called out to them. Take me, I said. Whatever you would do to my sister, do so to me in her stead. In exchange, they would spare her further torment.
It was a foolhardy gambit. They were not the kind to listen to reason, were they? In their eyes, I was just another one of their prey. But what could I do? Verena had the power to fight back. She was an advanced druid; a Tauren like me, but she might as well been born a ferocious Worgen. I lacked her power, and the best type of magic I mastered was of healing capabilities, but what good would it do in this situation? If she had fallen before these beasts, what chance did I have?
The leader approached me. With each step he took, my fear grew again. My heart raced as he came closer. I could only hold my bravado for so long. Compared to his cohorts, who were a little over my height, this one was twice as much. He knelt down and held my chin so I could meet his eyes. There was a hint of intelligence in them. He looked more like a night elf than the rest of them. It was as if he looked directly into my very soul. I thought my words would mean nothing, but in a growling voice, he told me otherwise, saying that I had the nerve to actually stand up to them. He grabbed my shoulders and pressed me down. He likely wanted me to get on my knees, and so I did.
He called the two that assaulted my sister and brought them in front of me. Their faces showed signs of hunger as if they were ready to devour me. I then looked down. I was at the height where my head met their waists, and I saw their lengths, erect and coated most likely with my sister’s juices and their seed. The leader told me to clean them. In my naivety, I saw nothing to be used to wipe the slime from them. I had almost decided to use my clothes, but the moment one of them came rubbed himself on my face, I finally had a good guess what they wanted. They didn’t expect me to use my mouth, did they? Who would do such a thing? 
There was no telling how long I hesitated, but I swallowed my disgust and proceeded to clean them. I smelled the first one’s rod and I grew ill. The stench was awful. I stuck out my tongue, giving one a lick from just my tip. I practically gagged. The taste was even worse. It was a bitter taste I already wanted to get out. I turned away to breathe deeply for air, fighting off my nausea. The thought still churned my stomach, but I pressed on. I wondered if this really was the best way to protect my sister from further harm, but it was too late to think about it now. I could not fight, and I could not run away. I would suspect the other one to grow impatient, and so I hurried as best I could. I used more of my tongue to remove the grime throughout, still holding back my disgust. 
Just when I thought I was done, I felt the one I was ‘servicing’ grab hold of my horns and inserted himself entirely into my mouth. My eyes widened and throat convulsed around him, gagging to the point of throwing up. He then withdrew and, just as I thought he was done, he pushed back in. I struggled and tried to push back, but he was too strong.  This attack was almost enough to make me bite him, but that would have been a fatal mistake. He went harder and deeper into my throat until he pushed all the way in, nearly blocking my passage for air, and I felt his length pulsate; something slimy slithered down afterwards. By Earth Mother! He was expelling his seed in my mouth. He just stayed there until he slowly slid out, with only a few squirts that stained my tongue. I was already about to spit, but that Satyr grabbed my face, ordering me to hold it in. I did what he said, with his seed laden on my tongue. The horrible taste was too much. A little after, he then said to swallow, which I did. Again, I gagged with my tongue sticking out. The taste was so awful, just as much as feeling it slowly sliding down my stomach. 
My reaction from all of this was apparently humorous to the group, laughing at me. A shiver of shame crawled up from my tail all the way to my spine. I automatically moved on to the second Satyr, but he had other ideas. Like the first one, he rubbed his dripping self on my face, harder than him. No part of my face was left clean before he was done. He then pushed his length along my nose, his rank stench sticking to my nostrils. Then he stood back and gripped his hand around himself and moved it back and forth. This had confused me. As his speed increased, he was panting and groaning. Before I thought about what was about to happen, he roared before shooting stream after stream his seed directly on me, staining not only my face more but my clothes. I kept my eyes shut to avoid any of him smearing me there.
The leader watched all this and told me to use my hands to wipe up my face. I was more than happy to do so, for a lack of a better term. The smell from the warm thick seed was so strong and intoxicating, it made me dizzy. By the time I was finished, I licked it off my fingers, as they would expect me to do so. The taste didn’t improve, but it became a bit less horrible for the moment. Nothing else happened for a while. Still on my knees, I looked up at them, nervous about my fate. I then turned back to my sister, who was still unconscious. I saw the leader coming over to stare me in my dirty face again, before grabbing my arm, forcing me to get up. He grabbed my clothes, underwear and all, and tore them off, reducing them to tatters and leaving me completely naked before them. I instinctively covered myself with my hands, my face heating up from the humiliation of being stripped. The leader then laughed at me, while his brethren joined in. He told me that whether or not I covered myself made no difference. 
They would take me; force themselves on me whenever they want. I was to accept their lust; become their… pet. He then said that we would have a lot of ‘fun’ and, if I was lucky, I would learn and live long enough to enjoy it. He asked if I understood. A flow of uneasiness washed over me, already guessing what ‘fun’ was to be had based on the tone emphasized to that word, but I had no choice but to agree. I nodded. I then asked if I could at least care for my sister. To my surprise, he agreed. He moved me away from my sister, and then brought her to a sitting position with her back against the nearby tree before moving his hand; I could see evil-looking roots coming from below the tree to her. Some hoisted her arms upwards. More wrapped around her midsection to the tree and others came over her legs to the ground. He called one of his allies to have her sedated and the rest to stay away from her before pulling me back to their camp. For a bunch of wild beasts, they were smarter than I had thought, but I could tell this leader was far more so.
I was thrown on the ground back in the center of their camp. I saw him light up the woodpile again before returning to me. Keeping hold of my hands with one of his own, he knelt down and lowered his head toward me. He bared his teeth before opening his mouth, showing his long demonic tongue. Without warning he began licking and slobbering over me like the beast that he was. I kept my eyes shut, refusing to see this disgusting display, but in exchange I smelled his horrid breath. I coughed in revoltion, but this was the opening he needed to shove his tongue into my mouth, making it, in his sick little way, a kiss. His tongue wrapped around mine, squeezing it. A thousand feelings began racing in my head, some more than obvious. And yet, I responded back against my will. He refused to withdraw, leaving me to breathe through my nose. While all this happened, though, his other hand moved to my breasts, giving each one a rough squeeze. I wasn’t as developed as Verena, but that didn’t deter him. 
I felt him move down to press his palm to my stomach next, and then something strange course through me. It felt like he was using some dark magic on me. My body twisted and turned from the strange feeling. I didn’t know what was happening, but it wasn’t good. An intense feeling grew between my legs and I tried to struggle again to stop it. It was an obvious failure. My body tensed up. I moaned into the Satyr leader’s mouth before I felt my legs became wet. The leader’s free hand pressed between my legs while this happened.  I was sure I peed myself, but as our mouths finally parted and he displayed his soaked hand before me, my nose told me that wasn’t the case. It smelled different, almost… sweet. He cruelly said I enjoyed this more than we had both thought. My mind translated what he meant, which made me gasp in disbelief. I strongly denied it, but he responded that I would indeed enjoy it in due time.
He got up and I felt something hard and fleshy brush on my leg as I moved. I was allowed to let myself up and saw that the rest of the sect was watching us the entire time.  I turned back to discover his own pride hardening and twitching. He grabbed my arm again, this time by the wrist, and guided my hand on him. It was almost as big as my arm. My heart skipped a beat as I anticipated what was about to happen. I knew a lot about sex, and I knew I was to be taken by someone of whom I would love; never by this monster. He lifted me up and reiterated that they will do as they please to me, but right now, I had a choice: I would take him myself, or he would force himself on me… or he would force himself on my sister.
I remembered why I was doing all this. He let go of me and I placed my hand on my chest with uncertainty, letting his words sink in when I knew full well of what I had to do. I was sure they would one day break their word and rape Verena like they did before. There was a chance they would kill us when the need arises, when they finally tire of us. For now, at the very least, I could buy us some time. I saw him sit down with his legs apart. His length sticking up, awaiting me. I walked over to him and over his length. Facing him, I slowly lowered myself onto the tip. The thought of being taken by the likes of him was beyond revolting, and he would be too big for me. This would be my first time, so I could never truly determine how much I could take him, not that I want to. I prayed to Earth Mother to help me through this ordeal. I already felt my petals parting and this was from its head alone. Then as I kept moving, I felt tearing inside. I was deflowered; my maidenhood taken. I winced in pain, but a greater pain followed. I had felt pain before; I tripped over myself now and then. I was stung. I even burned myself a couple of times. I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I was clumsy. But this, in the innermost part of me, was more intense than any of those. I stifled my sounds of agony and tried to lower myself a bit more, but I stopped. I just froze. I wasn’t even halfway through and was afraid I would be split in half. By instinct from my exposure, my arms again covered my breasts. I just couldn’t help it. I sometimes feel like I was being watched while bathing. This was no different. My legs were starting to give for keeping myself up and balanced.
The leader only chuckled, saying that he admired my attempt to try on my own. Coming from him, it was more of mockery than an actual compliment. I was unsure what he would do next until I saw his hands grab hold tightly around my waist. I panicked, shaking my head ‘no’ when I knew his patience was wearing thin. His evil-looking grin was all the warning he would give before he pulled me down in full force. He went deeper inside me, more than I ever thought was possible; stretching me wider than I thought was allowed. The pain just shot up even more from his intrusion. I thought I was going to die.
My throat hurt as I screamed in anguish. I lost my balance and leaned forward. My hands reached for his broad shoulders. I just had to keep myself up, trying in a fruitless effort to stop him from advancing more. Only now… he already went as far as he could, his tip hitting a wall inside me. Still, I struggled to regain the wind lost from my screams, but it was a challenge. The sensation inside was like a hellish molten fire that would never stop searing me. He soon lifted me up; I could feel him sliding out of me. I looked down to see drops of blood seeping from me, which worried me greatly. I thought he may have finished as his tip was about to leave me. 
How wrong I was to even think that. He pulled me down again, harder than ever. The force knocked the air out of me again, and even so, I screamed. He developed a pace, holding me up and down onto him while moving his own hips up. His entire length was stretching inside me as he thrust repeatedly. My support waned because of the ache in my arms. For a moment, I opened my eyes to see his face. His fanged grin and heavy breathing once more making me sick, but it paled in comparison to his void-like black eyes. I shut my eyes again to avoid looking at him anymore. It was like staring at a demon. But it made no difference; I still heard his breathing. I could feel the intrusion more clearly. But something was happening to me. The fire inside was starting to fade, even though it had still hurt. But I could feel something else. Something… pleasant? My mind was fighting it off. There was no way anything good could come out of this. I soon felt strength in my legs. Surprisingly, they were helping me keep up with the leader’s movements. It was some sort of reaction. My own breaths turned ragged while unwillingly letting out more moans. Pain was still there, but the way I moaned was from another feeling. Pressure was building in me, the same pressure from earlier when he held me down, but stronger. It was faint, but it became more precise every time his size hit me inside in places I never knew existed. My body was betraying me, trying to move on its own, as if it was trying to reach for that feeling.
The Satyr leader stopped for a second, giving me that much time to catch my breath and regain my composure. It wasn’t much; he lifted himself forward, slamming me with my back on the dry ground hard. Due to our difference in height, he hunched over to remain inside me. He kept my arms apart, pinning them down to the point of crushing them. My breasts were once again exposed; I was unable to cover them. My legs were wedged apart around him. I could barely look up to the sky growing darker. Dusk? Has that much time passed already? There was no time to think about it as he moved his arms off of mine and placed them over my head before lunged forward. His movements were faster now. He had the freedom to ravage me whereas I could do very little else but just lie there and take it. All the while, I heard the cheers of his brethren, egging him on to go even faster. I felt a need to black out, but could not. I was unable to dull out the emotions that were mixing inside. For some reason, I was unable to close my eyes to think of anything else. The leader’s head was above mine, his drool coming on my forehead; his hot breath hitting my ears every time, forcing me to hear it, but I could do nothing to drown it out. That feeling from inside was growing stronger now. The dulled pain finally reduced to something that was more of a twinge; a hint of great discomfort. I moaned to the now-night sky, no longer able to keep silent. He followed with his grunts. It was like a discorded song of our rutting, increasing in volume. I had thought, hoped, that this would end soon. The humiliation was taking its toll on me, not just from this violation, but… the possibility that I was starting to enjoy this. Was this because I was completely at his mercy? Was it because, as horrible as it was, this animalistic rutting was beginning to arouse me? Terror enveloped me at the thought as he went faster and faster.
My entire body tensed then shook as I felt a ‘burst’ inside, like everything I was holding in started washing out. My screams were even louder. I felt what I believed were more fluids spraying out of me, leaving our legs wet. The Satyr leader pressed his hips further to me, while my legs strained further apart. This length was pressing hard at the wall inside me, feeling like it was attempting to pass through. An instant later, I felt something just as wet but even thicker entering me in exchange. I recalled the same thing that happened from the other Satyrs. Their leader fired his seed into me. There was so much of it; I felt it leak out of me. Again, I froze at this realization, to have my deepest, most sacred of places soiled by this creature. He eventually removed himself from me. I could feel and hear myself crying, but could not single out the reason. So many clashing emotions I felt were more than I could handle and I soon passed out, but not before I could hear clear utterance from his lips: I was theirs now.
I didn’t know how long I was out, but I soon woke up to find that it was daylight. I saw the leader standing over me. He just told me to come with him. I followed, letting out a sigh of defeat. In the back of my mind, I hoped this was all just a nightmare; that if I opened my eyes, we would be back home. It was not to be. I was eventually led back to the same tree that my sister was.  She was still bound so she could not escape. 
The leader handed me some food, slightly molded. They were most likely supplies stolen before we were captured. He pushed me to my sister; I was supposed to feed her. For a brief moment, I had thought he might have cared about us a little, but I knew better. This was part of our deal; their way of keeping me in line. As long as I cooperated, she would remain untouched. They would never let us go. This was nothing more than a delay of the inevitable.
I approached the tree and knelt close to Verena. As if she sensed me coming, she opened her eyes and smiled. What? Smiled? In a situation like this? She greeted me warmly as if we were home. I only responded back. She quickly noticed she could not move her arms and asked me why. I was unsure why she asked that. One look at her seemingly dulled eyes gave me the answer. The leader mentioned something about keeping her sedated. I suspected their magic had made some sort of illusion, making her believe we were home, as if we had never left. I only let out a sigh, but was still saddened. If I were to tell her the truth, she would break through the illusion, and I was scared to think of the consequences. I only told her that she had a long day, and she needed to rest. I added that wasn’t sure how long it would take. It wasn’t a complete lie. I proceeded to feed her, but not before I used my magic to try and purify the food and drink. I worried they did something to it. I looked back at the leader, who didn’t seem bothered at all, but he was growing impatient. It was an unsettling presence. We both talked for a little. It was like a normal conversation, but my heart grew heavy. I couldn’t bear to tell her what I did so far. She told me to run, but I didn’t. Now look where I was. The leader then came to use some sort of spell to put her to sleep. I heard my sister saying goodbye and saying my name in a weak tone.
The leader took me back to the camp, muttering how ridiculous this was. Was it because of my bond with my sister? Or was it that their so-called ‘pet’ had a name. He didn’t care that much, if at all. ‘Pet’ or ‘Cow’ was all that he called me. I tried to come up with some sort of plan, but ended with nothing. Even if there was an opportunity for both of us to escape, these Satyrs would still catch us, and we would suffer even more.
He gave me some liquid in a bowl for me to drink. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I knew it was anything but good. At my own risk, I purified the drink with my magic before swallowing it. The liquid smelled and tasted different compared to what I usually had. It was strange that the leader didn’t punish me for using my magic. He had yet to forbid me from using it; maybe because we both knew I wasn’t strong enough to fight them, or he expected me to suppress it in some way. But the moment the liquid ran down my throat, however, I choked. I was unable to cry out. Whatever this swill was affected me greatly. My entire body felt like was on fire. I could barely stand. I fell to my side, hugging myself in agony and trying to cry for help. With my back to the ground, the Satyr leader just crouched down and drew his sharp claws over me, lightly scratching my body. Every time I tensed and arched myself, his claws would poke at me, always close to piercing my skin but still adding to my pain. From within the burning sensation, the same pressure from last night returned, but passed even quicker. I somehow found relief whenever this happened. Was I really gaining pleasure from this suffering? The burning went on for a while before fading. He then moved to my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples hard. This caused my body to twist as well. He played with them for a while, sometimes sucking on them or going as far as almost chewing them off. The burning sensation was finally gone, but I was beginning to feel incredibly sensitive all over from his abuse.
The leader ordered me to turn over. I could not. I was too busy recovering to even move. This time, he didn’t wait. He turned me over and positioned me on my hands and knees. I soon felt him lowering himself and had his girth rubbing between my rear cheeks. I awaited him to enter me again, but I felt him distance himself from me. I was in a haze, before I felt something wet and slimy hit another hole.
I easily left my haze and turned my head to see him lick at the hole beneath my tail. My disgust and embarrassment returned, causing me to try and escape him, but with his superior grip, it was to no avail. I could practically feel the eyes of his brethren watching this heinous act as they finally gathered. I made a whimper, even more embarrassed that he was doing this to me, and more as I heard the whispers of the others, talking about when they’ll finally have a turn with me and describing their plans. My whimpering was louder when his tongue entered my tailhole. Taking my maidenhood was one thing, but this… This was just wrong. That hole was meant to cast out, not bring in. As always, my struggles made him more eager. I could feel his long tongue go ever so deeper inside me. His face was pressing at the crack of my rear while he moved this offending tongue everywhere to and fro. It was a literally gross understatement to consider this too weird. And it wasn’t even the worst part.
It took a moment to figure out why he was doing this, but after I felt him slither out only to use his rod to prod me, it became all too clear. I remained still. If I couldn’t get out of his grasp, what was the point in trying now? All I could do was brace myself as he slowly mounted my smaller hole.
I had obviously failed to anticipate the thickness he possessed. This was a far greater pain than when he took my front hole. I was lucky I hadn’t stuck my tongue out, lest I would bite it off now that I my teeth clenched. It was that bad! He slowly forced more and more of his length inside, with mild difficulty. I tried to resist. I refused to relax my ring, but it was impossible to keep him from going further. It only made the pain that much worse. I expected to shut down from the torturous pain, but it was impossible.  I couldn’t help but I pray so very badly for it to end. I knew he had only just begun. He started moving quickly, not making me get used to his size this time. It continued to hurt from being stretched so much, and it felt like I was going to either tear or turn inside out at any given time. From all of this, I felt his hands come up to squeeze my breasts as he plowed my tailhole mercilessly. I didn’t know how long, but the pain soon turned into a light twinge, surprising me that I had gotten used to this so soon. There was no warning of the pressure building in me, as I already felt my front hole squirt out my juices. That bursting feeling happened many more times, all from having that place violated. 
I kept hearing cries of bliss, realizing that they were coming from my own mouth. I could feel myself blushing deeper from this, but my focus was beneath my tail. I felt him let go of my breasts before he moved the weight of his hands to my back. My arms lost their strength from the added weight and I dropped to the ground, but my posterior was still up. All I could feel was the pounding of his rod in my tailhole, though I could also feel my chin and breasts brushing along the dry land. I made a low groan while feeling myself drool. More of my juices flowed out of me, a sign that I was still somehow finding pleasure. The leader then grabbed the horns on my head tightly, pulling me back up as he could and increased his thrusts with such ferocity and speed. It was like he was riding me like a mount, if it would call that ‘riding’. Rather, I was practically sitting on his pride so it would sink in even more. He pulled on my head as he was close to reaching his own release. He was moving more viciously than ever, still pulling my horns hard. I was scared he would break them off or, worse, break my skull. All the while, my mind was burning differently then, but I knew not why. At that moment, I didn’t care, as an even greater bursting feeling hit me. I found bliss again and again as my tailhole was brutally reamed. As for the leader, he hilted himself and shot his seed into my bowels. He kept his hold on me for a while, but whatever he was doing to my head was over.
Letting me go, I fell forward again. He removed himself at last. With my rear muscles weak, I was uncontrollably excreting his seed from my bowels, as it was always meant to. I could feel the rim slowly trying to close; each twitch was followed by a slight ache. He came over to lift me up by my hair. I groaned in pain, giving him the opening he needed to stuff himself in my mouth. My jawline strained to accommodate his size. It was a miracle it didn’t break. It hit the back of my throat, making be gag a couple of times. I could taste both of us, in more ways than one, but I lacked the energy to grow sick. I began sucking on him like a babe would on a mother’s teat. He reveled in this. I could feel one of his brothers come from behind me to enter my ruined tailhole while he grabbed onto my hips. Even after the leader’s raping, my hole was still tight enough to squeeze around the new intruder. The leader might have signaled the others that I was now fair game. All I could do was let out a slight laugh around the leader’s length. I couldn’t help it. It was almost amusing. These beasts don’t care how messy this was as long they can satisfy themselves. The leader spewed more of his bitter-tasting seed in my mouth and I quickly swallowed it all, gathering what little strength I had left to not have it rest on my tongue again. I fell down again as the Satyr behind me finished. All that I could feel next was the leader’s hand stroking my hair. This petting was not a form of gratitude. I remembered they were treating me like a beast; less than a beast as far as they were concerned. I could feel an uneasy wave with each stroke. Whatever they planned next would not be the last, but I was so exhausted I couldn’t figure out what. Darkness engulfed me again, and all I could feel was hands touching all over my body. I was in no position to resist.
The passing days were all but routine at this point, but I slowly adjusted. The leader would continue to allow me to feed my sister and keep her mind at ease. How long this would last was uncertain, but I could not help but figure he pitied us. But as long as she was alive, I had no reason to run away. As long as I was alive, they wouldn’t touch her. The leader had to stop some of the other Satyrs from getting close to her a few times.
 I would eat whatever they gave me after. I knew they drugged it in some way like last time, but also knew it was useless to purify it like before, and each time, different changes inside would occur. I would go numb so I couldn’t move at all; I would burn up like before, or become more aroused. I had even heard from them that I had temporarily ‘gone wild’ at some point. It was so unpredictable; I tried not to think about it anymore. The more I did, however, the more I looked forward to what they did next.  What got my attention was that they said I didn’t break like the “others” for someone so small. It was another sound of mockery, but for an instant, my heart lit up, believing that my mind and spirit were far more durable than I had thought.
My body, on the other hand, was a different matter.
Each day, I grew more flustered, more heated. When the leader was finished having his way with me, the other Satyrs would fight over who would take me first. Either they agree to an order, or piled on me at once.  At one point, I stopped them and asked for them politely to take me now. Actually, I had trouble due to my… shyness, which had sparked back even under these circumstances. I was never one to be so forward. I wondered why I even asked when they would take me regardless. They eventually threw me in different positions, each more twisted than the last so none them would be left out. My body was all ready to take them. Every time, I would push back in order to meet their advances. Every time, I would accept their seed. Sometimes, they would not enter me, but one would squeeze his rod between my small rear cheeks, moving in them until he stained my back with his seed. Another did the same to my breasts, and in the end smeared my face.  I remained on my knees, tending to their filthy rods, cleaning them thoroughly.
More magic and concoctions were used on me. One such drug prevented us from sleeping. No, I didn’t say that wrong. The leader would throw me to them so they could do whatever they wanted to me for the day and, after noticing how much I out-rutted them one time, they managed to find a way to keep up. We explored each other everywhere for an unprecedented amount of time, from sunup to sundown and, by the time we became tired, we were a literal mess.
On a rare occasion, I left was alone. They didn’t tie or chain me up, but I didn’t feel like escaping. I had the freedom to think, but my thoughts were random. How long was I here? What food will they bring this time? What were their names? Why was I aching all over? Why did I feel empty? Where did they go? What happened back home? What about my friends? Where was home? When will they take me again? Where were we supposed to go?
I was still alone, and I was beginning to miss them. I was beginning to miss my mast--! I caught myself before I could even finish. I was about to call him that. I started to panic again. I tried so hard to resist, but the anxiety of isolation and the need of their company were overwhelming. I held my knees for support; just rocking on my side. I felt I was gradually losing more of myself by the day. It didn’t feel like I was going insane, but it was dangerously close. I was becoming more restless. My body was growing hotter. Then, I looked down to discover my hand was in between my legs. I was touching myself without even knowing. A new spark, a tingle, happened soon after. My fingers started to dig inside, trying to go as deep as I could. I never thought I would feel so empty; it was difficult to reach the same depth as they did. I needed to be touched, to be filled. I didn’t care if it was by them. I felt the pressure again, only more slowly, adding to my frustration. Where were they? What was taking so long? I was able to find the relief I needed, practically seeing my juices squirt a small distance. That was able to calm me down for the moment. I was so tired, my worries were gone for now. Sleep was calling to me. 
I awoke to find myself inside the Satyr leader’s tent. Outside was still light, but not for long. I crawled over to him, resting my head against his flaccid length. I wanted it; I wasn’t sure why but I did. I just lapped it up, but could not get it to harden. Why did I feel disappointed? My mind was in a haze, and so I couldn’t answer. I just looked up, staring in his eyes. I wondered how long I did so. I wondered how long I was here. Time was no longer a concern for me. I then felt him grow hard to my chest. I grew excited from seeing this and continued licking under it, feeling it twitch.
He pushed me off him, causing me to lie on my back again. He opened my legs and planted his rod inside me again, harder than before. His rutting had become violent, pounding me harder and faster. I was made sure to feel each thrust, to have my insides stretched again. But something was off. That pressure returned, but as it came closer, it vanished. The pressure soon came again, even greater than last time, but it was quickly gone. This continued for so long, I became so desperate to reach that bursting feeling myself, only to be denied every time. I even jerked my hips to get there, but was unable to. The moment he saw me trying to touch myself, I heard the leader’s dreaded laughter, spouting demeaning insults, like how much of a whore I was; that he was my ‘master’ and I would ‘cum’ only when he allowed it. My tears were flowing from getting caught, I couldn’t contain myself, but I still did it. Still nothing. He was preventing me from reaching that feeling of relief, maybe from more magic, while he continued more insults. I was being tortured through sex, through denial. The act of being completely dominated, my begging to find release, the thought of non-existent eyes watching me, his cruelty, the ever-growing shame of it all…
And yet… 
And yet… 
I grew more excited every time! This was a thrill I had never felt before. My screams were loud enough to possibly wake the other Satyrs. I repeated virtually everything he had said, as if I had really accepted it, once in a while calling him ‘master’. My dignity was gone, but I had lost myself in the ecstasy to even care about anything anymore. I wanted to wrap my arms and legs around him to take him in more. Instead, he made me turn over so I could stand on all fours again. My entire body was shaking, ready to be mounted. He did so many times, occasionally switching from one hole to the next then back again. His size was fitting perfectly either way, hitting all my spots. I did all I could to meet his thrusts. I continued to cry out for more, but was unable to speak properly. Yet he still wouldn’t let me find my release. He would eventually, but now I wanted the denial to last. I never wanted it to stop, but it had to sooner or later. I felt the need to reach for that feeling, so close yet so far, for I knew the end would make it all worthwhile.
It finally came, the burst I so desperately desired, but much stronger; the most powerful release I had yet. It was like my entire body was destroyed, shattered, from within. It was immeasurable. Even more bursts followed. My walls continuously squeezed around his length as he increased with speed before hilting into me one last time, barely penetrating the wall that he hit. I was inviting his hot seed more than ever into my womb. I tried to cry out once more, but this time, nothing came out. Our bodies remained still, but I could still feel him filling in the deepest reaches inside me. There was a different pressure, like a part of me was being expanded, but only a little. With each pulse, with each shot fired into me, I found release to follow. Each one was now becoming weaker than the last, but was so worth it. He had truly claimed me.
The tension finally passed, and I slumped onto the ground, lying on my back once again in a ragged heap. My breathing was heavy as I gasped for air. The bliss clouded my vision but I could still hear him. I could feel him finally exiting out of me. The excess seed gushed out, causing me to moan from this feeling. He came back down, towering me so I could face him. By instinct, I quickly wrapped my arms around him, holding myself up to grant him a perverted kiss. He responded. My tongue was pushing against his, trying to explore each other’s mouths. I felt another a smaller burst from this, weakening me more which made me let go and fall back to the ground. I heard him telling me how ‘slutty’ I was, how far I had fallen, how I was willing to be to be taken by anyone. He then asked me what ‘that other cow’ would think seeing me in such a pathetic state.
And yet, that was unfamiliar to me. Who was this ‘other cow’ he spoke of? His words just flew past me now. I tried to recall something, but just couldn’t. I didn’t forget it, but it was more like it was being blocked somehow when I tried to grasp it. I was starting to regain my senses. My nostrils burned from their scent; I smelled like I haven’t bathed in forever. My body was so sensitive, every time I tried to move a muscle, I shook once more. The feeling of shame returned, but it was joined by bliss. It was a lot to process, but all I could think about now was sleep. As it happened, my mind sensed a strange feeling of contentment.
I felt a hard kick to my stomach the next day. I coughed from the rude awakening before looking up to see six of the Satyrs standing over me. Their eyes grew in hunger and their mouths drooled. I knew what it meant; My legs were becoming wet just thinking about it.
With the leader gone for the moment, the rest of the group seemed like they once more have the authority to do as they pleased to me. There was a sense of uneasiness from this before I felt and saw one of my hands touching my soiled front. I caught myself and stopped, but soon felt my mouth water and a shiver was running up my spine. I couldn’t deny it anymore. My body craved for them. I eagerly got up and turned my back to them, presenting myself without a care in a world, spreading my rear cheeks wide to show my holes and asking them to enter me. I felt myself blushing again, but I just wanted to be filled again. The first one rushed towards me to shove himself as hard and fast as he could into my tailhole. The lasting effect of the drugs did its work to keep it as tight as it could. If not for that, I would have barely felt a thing compared to the leader’s pride. The sharp pain returned, but only just, and I could only cry out in pleasure. I pushed back in tow to meet his thrusts. I wanted to feel it as deep as possible, maybe even deeper. All too soon, he shot his seed into me, and pulled out. I felt emptiness, but it didn’t last; another of them entered me in the same hole, slightly bigger, with his partner’s seed used to make the insertion easier. I sensed them growing wilder. They were no longer interested in satisfying me, as if they ever were. With his arms wrapped around me, I was able to keep balance. I took my hand to my front hole, my fingers once more digging deep to find that spot that triggered my release.  Indeed, I found it. My juices flowed and the same feeling increased the more as I shook in pleasure. I could feel the second Satyr hilting me but quickly pulled out, spraying over my back. As the third approached, I covered my tailhole, begging him to use the other one, my front hole. “Begging”… I suddenly realized how obsessed I was with the pleasure, how corrupted I might have become, but I wanted this. I needed this...
I wondered if the leader had to deal with their behavior on a daily basis. They were so heated. What if they could not find any females in their state? I giggled helplessly like a drunk at the possibilities before that beast filled my ruined chamber with his pride, and I shuddered at that instant, my fluids soaking our hips, ‘cumming’ from just that. I was surprised that he listened to my plea. The other two lost their patience and came over in front of me, pushing me back so I would fall on the other Satyr’s lap. I sat on him but never stopped moving my hips. For a moment, I thought I was going to crush him, but I felt him push his hips up, going deeper. I then saw and grabbed both of the other Satyrs’ shafts and stroked them at the same time. I opened my mouth as wide as it could. I noticed I had used my healing magic to set them off, and they both groaned aloud shooting their seed directly into my mouth, while a couple of weaker ones landed on my chest. I had grown accustomed to the taste for a while, to the point where my appetite could be satisfied from that alone. My cries increased as the one below me arched himself, spraying his own seed into me; the feeling making me spasm yet again. I grew weak soon, my mind again clouding from the constant ravaging, but I knew full well there was no end in sight. I only begged for more. It wasn’t enough. It was never enough.
They soon dragged me outside of their camp, eventually leading me to a tree with another female Tauren like myself. She was tied by some sort of roots, and asleep with a cloth in her mouth, it looked like. She was so familiar. I wondered why she was like that, but my ongoing bliss buried my thoughts. 
Soon enough, five of them went all out on me, keeping me suspended in the air as my body faced the ground. One was holding my horns, keeping my head up while thrusting into my throat. The one behind was holding my legs as he alternated his thrusts in both of my holes. The third was below me playing with my breasts, slapping them around every chance he had. The other two near my head leaned forward to grind their lengths against my ears. A lone Satyr came over and I felt him just licking over my back. I moved my head for just a moment to see him also pleasuring himself, before the one in front moved me back. That lone one went under me, out of my sight, but I could feel his tongue managing to dig into my navel.  Nothing was off limits. Nothing was untouched. There was no love in this. There never was. It was nothing more a writhing mass of lust, and I relished in it all. My arms and legs wrapped around their respective assailants, trying to bring them ever closer to me. We all reached our release at once, covered in some way by our sexual fluids, but we were far from finished. I was in the same position, but they switched places and it was repeated again. One of them that used my throat was a little bigger. The one behind pulled on my tail while mainly assaulting my tailhole. Everything else was unchanged. Their advances were sending me into a euphoric frenzy. I felt the endless verge of snapping whenever I reached the point of release, but never did. In fact, my mind was surprisingly intact. I had expected to just break down from all of the intense bursts within me. Did they want me to be aware of everything? It, along with my body, burned from the display I put on for them. It was the ultimate humiliation, to know I was doing all of this, and it was thrilling. 
But as my muffled screams of joy continued, through all of the profanities and insulting praises these beasts laid upon me, through all of the sounds of debauchery, I suddenly eyed the other Tauren again. She was a good distance from my side, where I could easily see her. She had my attention, even as I felt myself ravaged everywhere. I couldn’t look away. Who was she?
I saw one of the Satyrs heading towards her. He went over to slap her awake. He shouldn’t be doing that, I thought, but why not? I saw her eyes open. He was telling her something, taunting, pointing at us. He was holding her head so she could look at me. Upon seeing what was happening, I heard her scream through the cloth and struggling in those bindings. I had wondered why she was shaking. Did she desire this too? It could be better if I shared this feeling with her. But why did she look so familiar?
Then I felt something wet dripping over my face. Through all the filth and grime caked on me, something fresh flowed from my eyes. It felt like I was crying. Was there something about this other female that made me sad? A faint memory was trying to come back. For some reason I felt like reaching out to her. I wanted to say… sorry?
I heard a roar of anger, and everyone stopped moving. I recognized their leader’s voice right away, but something was wrong. I was still off the ground. I couldn’t breathe. One of their rods was lodged deep in my throat. I was choking, running out of air. I tried to free myself, but I felt the front Satyr’s body freeze up in fear, unable to move. I could feel my lungs burning, struggling for air, but none came. This burning wasn’t pleasant at all. As I was starting to black out, I heard the leader cursing at them. He was calling them idiots, among other things; demanding to know why they thought it was a good idea to wake that other Tauren. I stopped listening after that, though. I realized still needed air.
While I was trying to get free, I caught a glimpse of the Satyr leader grabbing the one near the bound Tauren and threw him towards us, hitting the one in front of me. That Satyr lost his grip on me and I fell, face first on the ground, hard. The painful impact knocked me out, though the last things I heard were cries of chaos and panic, following a scream of pure rage; one more primal, more feminine, but no less frightening.
Darkness took over, but I could breathe again.
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I slowly regained consciousness once more. Opening my eyes, I recognized the interior. This was my room. I was home in Moonglade, in my bed. The fresh air, the peaceful sounds, even the trees; they were far too familiar not to recognize. I was confused though. How did I end up here? And why did I suddenly smell so good? Why couldn’t I remember a thing?  It was all jumbled. I could only remember a craving of some sort, but it no longer existed. My mind was at ease knowing that.
I then saw a small night elf child come in and saw me awaken. She rushed out to call for her mom and, a moment later, an older one, a caretaker that was the child’s mother, had arrived. She asked if I was okay, to which, after thinking about it, I said I think so. She then asked if I could stand. Without immediately answering her, I got up from the bed. I almost fell over, but I had straightened myself up. I felt slightly weak and there was a faint sore everywhere, but my strength came back. The mother gasped and quickly covered her daughter’s eyes, and told her to go outside, thanking her for bringing her over. I looked at myself to discover I was naked. The familiar heat of embarrassment flushed within me and I immediately covered myself with the blanket behind me, apologizing for being indecent. After the child left, the mother left to make sure the front door was closed and we were both alone. 
She looked away from me for a moment, before telling me how we arrived back here:
It was a few days ago when they saw my sister carry me back to the haven. I was unconscious. She herself was badly scarred and mostly soaked in blood. We were both taken in to be healed and cleaned up. She pleaded with them that I would be a top priority. I needed to be bathed and healed thoroughly, which would explain why I smelled so nice. They did everything they could to rid me of any drugs or poisons that were used on me. What was most surprising to them was the fact such potency and amount I was fed would have killed me, or any other average person for that matter. We were then brought back home to rest in our beds.
I could see a look of hesitation from the night elf. She was about to tell me something else, when something occurred to me…
My sister… My sister… Verena! 
Even after hearing about her, I completely forgot. I rushed over to her room, still covered with my blanket. I almost tripped on the way.
I saw her in her own bed. Very little sunlight pierced the side of the curtain of the window beside her. But she wasn’t sleeping. She was just sitting upright, staring into a wall; into nothingness. I quietly called out to her, only saying her name a few more times before I finally got her attention. She opened the curtain a little, permitting more light. I could see the scars on her, but they were healing to the point that they almost vanished. She got out of the bed to stand; she had a light sleeping robe on. I then I saw the look in her eyes; a great emptiness was written on her face. It was almost as if she was dead inside. This worried me, but I kept my composure. She asked how I was feeling. I responded that I was alright.
Silence followed for a long while, but soon afterward, my head started pounding. My other memories came back in full force. The Satyrs, the things they did to us; to me. I remembered everything. I felt worse than dirty, like I have committed the most despicable crime imaginable. I could have broken down, I could have cried from these memories. Yet the first words from my lips were an apology, which confused her. I told her this was all my fault. If I had not gone with her, she would not have to worry about me. It was because of my own weakness that we were captured. She could have defended herself more against the Satyrs, or maybe ran away, hoping to find help. I told her I couldn’t run when she told me to. I stayed to protect her.
She was trying to grasp my words, and after a while I saw a look of sheer horror in her eyes; she said she saw me and… She didn’t finish what she was trying to say. She just shook her head, kept saying “no”, and trying to deny what she heard or saw. I could see her tears. She had trouble speaking but I heard what she said: she couldn’t save me.
I told her it was okay. I said I was able to save her; that I had taken all of their abuse. In a false bravado, I smiled telling her that I was able to endure it, that they tried to hurt me but could not, that she would still live if I were to do as they say. I wanted to silence myself, but I just had to try and reassure her.
Before I knew it, she hugged me, sobbing. No. It wasn’t sobbing. It wasn’t even crying. It was a wail; One of absolute and total despair. I heard her cry about how sorry she was; that it was her fault, not mine; that she didn’t try hard enough. She held me as tight as she could allow herself to be, tearfully saying she was sorry over, and over, and over again. I was at a loss for words. I had never seen her like this before. All I could do was return her embrace, rubbing her back to comfort her; to tell her that it was all right; that it was over. I understood how she felt; all her life, she had been looking out for me; protecting me, standing in the way of anything that might harm me, and in my sacrifice, she had failed. She felt solely responsible for my suffering. But I never felt that she was at fault. I never, ever blamed her for our both being helpless. Not even once.
So why had I not broken down? I only shed a few tears, but I didn’t cry. She was right that the Satyrs vented everything on me. I had submitted to their lusts, making me forget… 
Then it hit me. The Satyr leader called Verena ‘that other cow’. Had he bothered to mention her name, I could have remembered easily. But why did I even expect him to? She was the only other Tauren I was with. I myself sobbed briefly from this realization; the thought of forgetting her, even for a second. But my guilt did not last. My only concern right now was my elder sister. I continued to give her all the love and sympathy I had while she let out her sorrow.
There was nothing more I could do, and the moment she herself to sleep, I left her room and returned to mine. The night elf must have left to give us some privacy. Despite the shame lingering in my person, remembering everything up to this point, the entire event no longer felt like a big deal. For some reason, it had sunk in, but I didn’t feel traumatized. I had no idea why. Perhaps it was because I was busy caring about Verena’s well-being at this very moment. She always told me I had a tendency of thinking about everyone but myself.
She was wrong about one thing: she did save me. In seeing me in the potentially broken state I was in, she must have freed herself and rescued me from those beasts who were continuously taking advantage of me. She was likely injured in the process, but she did her best to take me back home.
In the end, I had recovered to an extent, she was spared, and we were both alive. I would forever praise Earth Mother for that. 
The next day, I had left home, fully clothed this time, while a few caretakers watched over Verena, to keep watch of any change to her behavior. She had refused to leave her bed, much less her room. I didn’t want to leave her for too long, but I was asked to meet with the same night elf outside to discuss pressing concerns about me, specifically.
While I was cleansed of the poisons from within me and any potential scars were fully healed, it turned out there were other… complications. They had yet to fully determine the extent of the damage or after-effects the Satyrs’ magic and drugs inflicted in my body or mind. I was reminded of the stories; the few very few victims they captured and tortured would not endure and maintain what would be considered a ‘healthy’ state as I had; even fewer would have survived. Verena and I endured it and survived. I nervously told the night elf, without giving too much detail, what they did. I didn’t have to tell her that much anyway. The very idea made her sick just thinking about it. To my surprise, this was news to them. Apparently, their kind, the things they would do, are far worse than ‘carnal corruption’. Whatever the case, none who had escaped were ever left unscathed. 
I wondered what that meant, until I reached up to scratch my head, trying to making sense of it all. I touched my horn; it did not feel right at all. I rushed to a nearby pond and, in my reflection, was an unreal sight, showing exactly what she was talking about. 
The once white pair of horns that I was born with was… distorted. They were discolored into a light brass-yellow and grew possibly an extra inch, or two, inwards. They were almost the same as theirs, ridged but with my own curved shape. I had a brief sense of denial, almost unable to recognize myself because of these horns. Honestly, I was more stunned than horrified, even though I positively should have been the latter. The night elf apologized, telling me that this was the most evident effect that resulted from the Satyrs’ power, and there was great difficulty on how anyone would relay this news to me, worried I would not take it well. I guess I didn’t even notice. Based on her regretful tone, the last detail was something I had already assumed: this was permanent. I was purified to the best of the other druids’ abilities, but not even the most advanced healing magic will ever undo this particular change. She then told me that they found… something else ‘bound’ to me; something that they could not remove or decipher. 
Back home, I disrobed myself and took a good long look at myself. My mark was still there on my shoulder, which was good. There were no other changes, as far as I knew. I pressed my hand to my stomach and a little downward to where my womb would be. As far as I could tell, I wasn’t impregnated despite all that happened. A huge relief, I thought, as I changed to my sleeping clothes. 
I lost half the night of sleep worrying about what exactly was bound to me, but believed the answer would come to me in time. I headed over to Verena’s room to lie down next to her. She was asleep, but was crying a little, calling to me in a quiet tone. She begged me not to leave her. As I held her hands, I told her I was not going anywhere. Her crying had stopped, and I felt her at ease. I was happy enough to sleep myself. I could feel the cool air. I could hear the harmonic sounds of nature. The smells throughout were fresh and pleasant. For the first time since the incident, there was true peace.
The first year since we had both fully recovered, and I finally found out more about the physical effects from the dark magic. I came of age before that encounter, and since then, it was like I was “stuck” there. A couple of years after that, I still haven’t grown at all. It was as if my body ceased aging altogether, keeping me in this limbo where I’m close to becoming an adult, but never could. In their own twisted way, the Satyrs’ magic ‘granted’ me a sort of… ‘gift’ the vain would try and fail to achieve: a form of immortality. But not the one allowing the power to live forever; it was more of eternal youth and beauty.
 I use the terms ‘granted’ and ‘gift’ extremely loosely.
Verena recovered the most, and was far more fired up and determined than ever. She delved deeper to greater magic to ready herself for the journey ahead. It was great to see her return to the proud druidess she always was… and perhaps a little annoying for a while. For over half a year, she became quite overprotective of me. She would not let me go unless I told her, in excruciating detail, exactly where I would go and who I would be with, and sometimes even then, she would cling to me, never leaving my side. It was bad enough I didn’t look mature for my age, but until she had finally loosened her hold on me, I was, in her eyes, the same little calf she cared for. It was understandable; she didn’t want what happened to me before to ever happen again. As time passed, something else changed in her. The corruption we saw in that forest motivated her to try and protect every bit of nature yet to be tainted. There was just one little problem. She wouldn’t tell me why until later (something about the Circle not understanding her), but we had to leave Moonglade. Some of my closest friends were sad to see me go, but I hoped to return and see them again someday.
I still love my elder sister; I always will, and I know she would never set her sights on something without good reason. She would continue to protect me, and I want to do the same for her, but with my own power and resolve.
Other than that, everything was back to normal, or as normal as it could be.
But my story was far from over….
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Once again I had thought about the Satyrs and their torment on me. Why did they, or more specifically their leader, pay so much attention to me?
Perhaps they saw my defending of my elder sister as an act of defiance, and this led to a chance for them to destroy our bond. But they didn’t make me betray or turn on her. They, or specifically the leader, allowed me to take care of her as long as she was dazed and deluded and I was obedient.  Without the presence of their leader, their recklessness and taunting eventually led to their deaths. Despite Verena’s temporary fall into despair, we gained a much stronger bond from it.
They made me their pet; their plaything. There were no limits to what they would do to me. They could have discarded me and moved on to her. But they never did. They were relentless, merciless; they tried to break my body, maybe even succeeded, but even before I was healed, I did not suffer any injuries. They more or less left my mind alone. At least, I think they did; they did say I didn’t break like the ‘others’. I might have been useless to them otherwise. The worse they had done was simply twist me to their needs. 
As I looked at myself and touched my deformed horns yet again, I came to another theory. Could they have shaped me to become one of them? I heard they could do such a thing if they were to occupy a moon well, but I didn’t see any whilst in our captivity. The way the Satyr leader grabbed my horns at one point might have had something to do with it. Maybe he was that powerful. I never saw any females of their kind. They filled me with their vile seed, but I was never impregnated. I gave myself up to them to save Verena, to willingly be taken by them. I had lost myself during the whole ordeal before my rescue. Did that mean they simply wanted to see how far I would go to save her?
I then remembered a time when I discovered something most perplexing. The way I… attracted certain creatures was a mystery in itself. I was a victim in more than one occasion, for me and those around me. Yet, my body sought pleasure from even the most mortifying or painful occurrences like before; always willing to submit, but never completely. The ones who would take advantage of me at first would see to my pleasures before their own, or even simply let me go. In some way, I would feel satisfied, but only wanting a little more. What was even stranger is that sometimes, I could almost see into their souls, like what the leader did. It was not their actual souls. It was more like seeing the truth; seeing what they were really thinking. Wait. Does that mean he had changed me in my captivity in some way? Was it before I surrendered? After? Was this the ‘bound’ thing that night elf tried to tell me? What exactly was my final fate if this continued?
“Seni… Are you still up?”
“Oh! Sorry, Raine. I’ll be right there.”
My wandering thoughts were interrupted. That was her just now; another Tauren I had saved. I’m not sure how it happened. Or maybe I do. But something triggered between us and, one thing leading to another, we found love. My sister resented it; she still does, but she had learned to live with it. At the time, I had thought that this was just another infatuation like the others. After all, she didn’t seem like the kind to fall for females, much less someone like me. She’s a fierce warrior who would lock horns with just about anyone, sometimes quite literally; often times with my sister. The more attached I was with her, however, the more I saw within her a very sweet and heartwarming individual, and the more genuine our love became. So much so, she was one of the few I had no problem exposing myself to and not be embarrassed about it. Well… maybe I was a little embarrassed sometimes. It was a tad out of character for me, but I suppose love has that sort of effect. Our relationship could be seen as unusual so not many people know yet, but something about our affection with each other just worked.
I didn’t bother explaining my thoughts about the Satyr incident to anyone. Not my sister, not my lover. Any attempt to do so would make them think I wasn’t right in the head. And they would be right, would they not? To even try and rationalize something that would make you want to die a thousand times over would have your mental state come into question. I had to accept that, overall, they were evil, and we could have suffered a lot worse. In thinking about it however, I developed a… curiosity of sorts; a need to find the goings-on in this world and perhaps a way to restore it. I would learn the hard way that was just asking for trouble, but to this day that has not stopped me.
I still could not figure the method to the Satyrs’ madness, why they make us suffer, why they wish to corrupt everything, why they tried to change… me. I could never forget these memories, and probably never will. Or maybe I don’t want to. I would continue my attempts to figure it all out until the day I die, with no clear answer. The Satyrs that do know, the ones who did this to me, are long since dead (my sister made sure of that), and I have no intention of seeking out any more of their kind. In a weird sense, I know I could not be claimed in such a way again, even if it felt so.
I also know I won’t get anywhere mulling it over. I have to move on, to become more reliable, for the sake of all that matter to me; all that I care about.
Needless to say, every time I pondered this, I would simply smile, always returning to the same conclusion: I had gone about this all wrong. People tend to give me various looks from my horns. Most were curious, while some weirded out or impressed. At least every one or two would see me as an actual demon. My sister doesn’t take that very well. But it mattered not to me.
These demon-like horns would remind me not of the pain and strife that happened before...
…but all the good that would follow.
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