In the quarters of Zatanna the Magician at the Hall of Justice, the woman sat at a table surrounded by trinkets and books that she had been collecting for some time, not for any dire situation really, just a hobby really. NONE of the items were dangerous, not by any stretch of the imagination but they were certainly powerful. One was a crystal ball that told her when she had forgotten something, she got that cheap at a shop in little china. One was a voodoo doll of Batman with over a dozen pins in its crotch… She checked, and it wasn’t Bruce, though it looked strangely like him if it weren’t for the weird owl motif. One item was a magic conch that played music, too bad it had lousy taste in 80’s retro. Each of the items was a treasure in one way or another, though really it was a good example of magic gone to waste. Except for what she had in her hands at the moment.
When she did a tour in Greece she managed to find a small clay statue of a goat’s skull in a back alley market, the proprietor claimed it was magical and being dirt cheap she bought it to find out. “Well, well…” Hummed the woman, examining the thing in her hands under a desk light. “It Seems he wasn’t kidding, you’re not just magical you’re REALLY magical!” Feeling out the energies it gave off the little clay statue gave off as much power as one of Jason Blood’s crystal ball prisons. “Wonder what you were used for?’ Setting the thing down she got up to pull a book off of one of her shelves to identify the clay skull, setting down the dusty old tome she peeled back page after page trying to find out what it was used for, blinking tiredly when after several hours she came up with nothing. Resting her head over her hand she blinked and yawned, pulling page another page when her elbow slipped off the table’s edge and accidently sent the clay skull crashing to the ground.
“Ooops.”
With the clay skull in pieces Zatanna blew a strand of hair out of her eyes, shrugging her tired shoulders. “Well, at least it didn’t cost me anything.”
Instantly she sobered up when the pieces began to glow and a plume of smoke began billowing out from the floor. Standing up Zatanna backed away when the smoke reached the ceiling and began to take shape, taking on the form of a creature before the mist faded. Standing right in front of her was a tall muscular creature covered in shaggy brown fur, its feet were cloven with hooves and its head bore a pair of horns that stuck out at least a foot. But what really caught Zatanna’s attention was the erection bobbing from its waist! It was bigger than her forearm and just as thick, with a pair of balls that looked comparable to apple or oranges. Blinking back the woman instantly knew what it was but was still taken back by it.
It was a goat man, a satyr.
“FREE! Finally, free after… How many years has it been? Oh who cares, who’s up for some fun? Do people still eat, drink and fuck with wild abandon anymore or is that taboo again?”
“You’re a… A…”
Turning to look at Zatanna, the Satyr leered over her figure before brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes like a male model putting the moves on her. “Well hello beautiful! You in for a bit of ‘pole dancing or do you want to get a drink first?” There was a smell in the air that made Zatanna’s eyes flutter and her cheeks blush. It smelled like cinnamon and oats and it made her feel hot all over. Caught off guard she felt him wrap his arm around her waist and pull her close, the smell making her almost drool at its potency. “The name’s Buck… Rhymes with Fuck, you wanna?”
“Wha… Wait, YOU were in that little goat skull statue? That was a prison for you?!”
“Yeah, turns out I was a wee bit overindulgent for Demeter’s taste, so she slapped me in there when I wrecked a town… Too bad, that was fun. Drinking and eating none stop and having fun with the ladies got on her nerves, especially when I had a good herd going too after I changed a couple of them. But thanks to you I can go back to what’s fun… So let’s have some fun.” Gesturing with his eyebrows the horny Satyr held Zatanna in his grip, and the magician found it getting more and more difficult to keep her composure with him so close.