On the furthest outskirts of the city, nestled between the mountains and never ending forest, laid a quaint fishing village. A large river separated the townsfolk from the thick, unexplored forest. Aside from that, it was a quiet and rural area where anything worth noting rarely occurred.
A bitter wind chill rolled throughout the desolate town, snowfall gathering on homes and trees alike. It was the middle of a fierce storm, causing nearby wildlife to seek shelter in any form. In the forest, animals were quick to hide from the elements.
One sole monstrous creature emerged from the forest, rather than seeking refuge.
Throughout the winter landscape a husky figure trudged along in the dark, leaving behind cloven hoofprints in the freshly fallen frost. The large, lumbering creature took heavy labored breaths as it made its way to its desired destination: the closest home that was warm and smelled of food. The beast made its way closer to the village, stomach growling loudly with predatory hunger.
A cottage with smoke rising from it's chimney caught his eye, and he made a swift start straight for it, locking in on his prey for the night. The small house emanated heat and life, just what the hungry satyr was intent on taking. He felt a flicker of excitement in his aged, greedy soul. His dark and dirty mind knew he would have a successful night.
He snuck around to the back of the house, looking for entry.
Frida, a young maiden of only 19, stirred in her sleep, shuddering under her woolen blankets. Unbeknownst to her, a window was cracked wide open in just the other room. The young woman did not live alone. Unfortunately for her, the night the satyr decided to pay her a visit would be the same night her family was out of town. Their return from their trip was delayed due to the weather. Leaving their only daughter alone and vulnerable.
Frida's teeth chattered as she was lost in her dream, ignorant to the invader in her home.
Two heavy hooves clacked against the brick wall as the satyr struggled to fit his wide posterior through the window. With a determined grunt, he was able to squeeze himself through. Standing at a proud height of five feet seven inches, and weighing in at well more than 500 pounds, was a wide stanced satyr who went by Klaus. Klaus had thick black hair that coated the lower half of his body, with matching patches of hair on his stomach and arms. His greasy forehead shone under the moonlight, and his receding hairline and balding head had two goat-like horns sprouting out to complete the ensemble.
With a well formed beer belly that hung below his expansive waistline, Klaus was the pinnacle of gluttony. It wasn't uncommon for him to break into family homes and raid their food supplies, possibly even eating the occupants of the home if they were small enough.
Tonight was one of those beloved nights.
Klaus carelessly made his way through Frida's kitchen, his wide hips and stout gait knocking over countless pots and pans. The loud clatter immediately awoke Frida. The young woman fumbled out of her bed, panicking. Did the wind cause something to fall over outside? Was it her father trying to come into the house? Slowly Frida collected her thoughts and picked herself up. She crept out of her room, peeking her head down the hallway to see no one there.
'It was such a loud noise... what could it have been?' Frida thought to herself as she made her way down to her kitchen. Grabbing an oil lamp, she tiptoed cautiously down the hall.
Frida felt her heart stop when she heard the sloppy chewing. Her eyes widened when she saw the hunched over figure sat on her kitchen floor, gnawing away at the leftover meals from the past week. Frida dropped her lamp and shrieked when she made eye contact with the beast- his eyes were yellow and had vertical pupils like that of a goat. He had the head of a balding male, with a goatee and ugly sneer. His stomach was massive and hung low all the way to his haunches. He had a rear end that rivaled his gut in size, except it was twice as hairy and had a much stronger odor.
Frida instinctively covered her mouth as she took a step back in horror, fearful of her sudden house guest. The satyr had a strong, eye watering odor, much worse than any farm animal Frida had encountered.
The intruding satyr grinned wildly when he saw the beautiful young maiden, licking his lips with anticipation as he came to the realization that his night was about to be a lot more entertaining than originally anticipated.
"Ho oh oh~!" Klaus snickered as he picked himself up, brushing off the crumbs from his hairy gut. "What have we here? I came looking for a meal, but you look much more delectable!" He showed off a toothy grin, cackling as he made grabbing gestures towards Frida.
Eyes widened with fear, Frida yelped, backing away from the creature after it was too late. The portly satyr charged towards her, grabbing her thin wrists and twisting them roughly.
"Where ya' headed, girly? I haven't even had a chance to introduce myself!" Klaus jeered with sadistic glee, his clawed fingers sinking deep into Frida's delicate arm.
Frida screamed loudly, attempting to thrash herself away, desperately kicking and throwing her foot at the creature's groin.
"Let me go!" She shrieked. "Help!" With tears in her eyes, Frida stretched her neck, yelling as loud as she could out to the open window.
"Cry all you want, no one's gonna hear ya over that ragin' storm!" Klaus laughed haggardly, taking malevolent joy in watching the weak woman struggle under his grasp. The movement caused his gelatinous gut to rumble, his five stomachs all sloshing full of gas and digestive matter. Being a satyr, he possessed four stomachs from his goat half, and one stomach from his man half.
"Uh oh." The satyr snickered. "Seems somethin' mighty fiery is ragin' inside me too, sweetcheeks! And I ain't just talkin' bout my libido either!" He bit his lip in a perverted fashion, wiggling his goatee at her as he leaned in closer to the young girl.
Frida shrieked with horror, her face powder pink from horrified embarrassment. "Get off of me, you disgusting freak!" She gasped, frantic to escape, out of breath and out of luck.
"How 'bout I get off ON you? Ha-ha!" He snickered at his terrible joke, and the young girl only cried louder out of fear.
"C'mon, don't be a wet blanket, let's have some fun!" Klaus yanked Frida's arm and threw her body to the ground. "Gimme a chance, let's get to know each other!" He taunted her lecherously. He took advantage of her position, body slamming her against the dirt floor. He landed right on top of her, seating his putrid posterior onto Frida's mid section.
He subdued Frida effortlessly with his inordinate weight, his ass on top of her pubic area, and her hands trapped under his gut that spilled over to the floor. As he leered down at her, the satyr knew he would feast well tonight.