Day one and then day two and soon the weekend passes as you are ready for action. Cedius now pays little attention to you and even though you look to him for an encouragement. As when your mounted he doesn't give you the time of day, not that you would care to know the time anymore!
Your first few days and even nights was one round after another mounted over or mounted by one of the satyrs. Standing ready as in those few calm moments when grazing your billy goat cock remains erect and ready.
A long night of grazing and laying around chewing a cud gets to be a habit. It was just the other morning as that orange ball of light came over the far hills you had a passing question. "Gee, you wonder what day this is? You got here on a Thursday, was changed, then Friday, the weekend, and Monday or was it a week, You only remember the Sun coming up and get lost in my duties. Hohum!" the wonderment passes as once again a sweet scent captures your interest.
Soon time has no reason for meaning as the daily patterns set your movement in stone. It's been weeks and months since that first day. The hords of numbers you had sex with and recieved pleasure from make those memories of some past life seem gray and without form.
To wander on occasion from the glade by night or day you long for some time alone. Its then when in the peace of chewing your cud those faded memories of people, and happy times away from the pasture float in and out of your mind.
In these days your biggest time is spent with the hundreds of Nanny goats Cedius keeps for some unknown purpose. Its rare to see Sophia, she is normally busy with new converts and almost never gives you a look.
Even in the Park or glade the seasons do change and Fall is moving into Winter. Although the Park never closes, the numbers of available fools dwindles with colder weather.
Cedius orders his male satyrs to cut down trees for firewood as his herd sits about hugging to stay warm. You and the nanny herd continue to play and graze on whatever we can find. It was during this first Winter you came to meet John.
Having wandered much farther from the herd you found near to the forbidden fence a tall line of frozen grasses. Munching of grass becomes a mindless effort during when you almost stop thinking anything at all.
It was then when while grazing in happy bliss that you felt something on your back. A jolting look up as a clod of grass is chewed down to mush and swallowed. There to your amazement stands this man, larger than life and balding he talks softly.
After being a goat for so long the meaning of human words is almost forgotten. You cock your head in wonder as the man talks to you and pets the shaggy hairs which keep out the cold.
Soon you stand there loving his soft tones of strange words and chewing your cud in total delight. Now having become a full animal over the past months you show you pleasure in one very male way. Even the man takes note of your long and vivid erection with a stroke of it now and then.
At last the man comes over the fence and sits by you just out of sight from those few walking the path. A casual look from you toward where you remember Cedius to be and the herd of chilly satyr do sit.
Odd but as you stand or lay with this man petting, feeling and talking his words begin to have actual meanings. Two hours past and by listening close your human schooling begin to rise from the depths.
It isn't long then till you are answering the man's questions with a nod or head shake. You make words in the snow using your right front hoove. The man tells you his full name but only the first name, "John" sticks and is remembered.
Sundown comes early in Winter and you here a satyr calling you in for the night. John excused himself and plans to return on the morrow. As he returns to the path and his walk to a hotel you plod through the snow heading toward the call of a gravel voiced satyr.
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