Rachel is dragged from my sight as satyr after satyr began to find his pleasure in that tight hairy pussy. I think about it as if a memory of something very special, it helps me hold some control, I HOPE!
Its a wonderful thing hope but too much can drive a man or goat over the edge of his sanity.
My hope was that someday this insane life as a goat would be over. Either I and maybe Rachel could escape this glade or even death is beginning to sound good.
I must admit its giving me some wild times with the satyr fauns as they bend down letting me hump away to my hearts delight. I love Skye the very best, she has such wonderous moves and I love her so very much.
Days pass and each day begins and ends with those satyrs drinking themselves into drunken stoupers as new comer's and goats like me, Rachel, and several others make do.
I used to measure the week by weekends but here everyday is a weekend and the orgy is driving me crazy! Lust and passion have its ends, we must have a time to rest, a time to rethink, just some time alone!
Time as the passing days becomes a blurr as Rachel has become pregnant and soon shall give birth to her first child, a kid goat! I'd had a hope there too, that she'd give birth to my son or a daughter but not a animal. I cry at night, my thoughts are of the comforts of a warm house, dry, and stocked with food. Grass even with an occasional squirt of wine is still a bland diet. I'm never constupated but the memories hold fast of eating real human food.
The herd of satyrs has grown so large during these many months that a new glade has opened for those wishing to move. It was today when a satyr master took Rachel, Donna, Sally, and a few who I never knew their names as he traveled to the new glade.
Cedius came to me and other announcing our transfer as well from the glade to a farm outside the Park, this was my chance!
The older satyrs herded several of us along a path, past the Laurel trees a creek and to a loading pen like we were just ordinary animals. A large truck with grates on its sides backed up and one by one we were nudged up the shut and into the waiting truck. There were two men who came on the truck but one walked with the three satyrs back into the glade. I thought as the man walked along how those satyrs were sizing him up for some sex and wine.