The night rolled on as one after another of the Satyr herd came for this new convert to humor, and if possible pleasure them in some new way.
Shanna stayed the entire night by Joel's side talking soft words of comfort and her love. She had been the first to infect Joel with her wonderous ability to suck a man's will out the end of his penis. Now Joel was even without his own desire then joining the herds of Cedius.
Again each toyed and played with Joels sheath, his erect pink shaft and might tossle his large black fuured balls. Yet as the orgy rolled its usual way toward the morning dawn somewhere down deep in that goated brain sat a human plea.
The crack of dawn found the big black buck still humping a return customer, as then the others were ready to bathe away the reminants of their night.
"My love enough your great physical strength is now a part of the heritage here in the glade." told Shanna to a tired male goat.
Joel feeling his sexual demands satisfied if not just for the moment. Turning his body Joel ripped his long pink cock out of the old nanny satyr he'd been fucking the past hour.
A blood curdling scream came from the tired old cunt as she grabbed for her crotch. Cursing the big buck she got slowly up and waddled to soak her butt in the cold waters of a spring fed creek.
Joel remembering the personell's tunnel began to walk that direction. Amy and Shanna looked up and noticed the direction Joel was walking. Jumping up and out of their mornings bathe they both lit out on a run to stop their friend and lover.
"Joel, no, Joel stop!" called Amy as the big buck was turning the corner, ready to enter he heard their calls and looked back.
Out of breathe the two Satyress creatures of passion stopped Joel just short of the tunnel.
"Where are you going, not in there! Joel oh Joel to enter then that tunnel you would be captured and sent to the breeding farm for the rest of your life!" claimed Amy.
Joel looked past the two satyrs and over toward the encampment. A snort of dissatisfaction roared out the nostrils of Joel's goated face.
"You didn't love us last night, Joel?" asked Shanna.
Tilting his great block head he liped out something which made on human sense. Dipping his head he pressed his nostrils deep into Shanna's crouched groin. A big sniff of her scent and then a soft snort to blow and tickle his lover.
Shanna shivered and clutched Joel's wool covered neck. The hug of one in love with someone well capable to meet her wildest desire is maybe best how she felt toward Joel.
A deep breath, and Joel let out a gruff coarse sounding bleat.
Amy then to hugged Joel about his strong neck and said, "Come back love, we will enjoy everyone again and again, you'll soon love it too!"
It wasn't long before Alexis and Danielle joined the party as Joel felt a warming in his heart for these sweet pretty creatures. As much as the wild sex orgy of the night before clung to his thoughts like a steel trap, Joel still remembered his past life and fun times.
The slow and sensual walk back to the encampment had at one moment the memory of friends which as a goat now Joel could never see again. Then with the sway of his ball sack the goat families jewels made Joel think of Shanna and her wonderous soft ways to make love.
It wasn't until he forgot himself totally and was out in the pasture grazing for more than an hour, when Joel's head poked up and he realized just what he was doing.
Try as he did to spit out the clod of green grass which was being chewed in his goaty mouth, the chunk was easier to swallow than spit. Standing and looking about he counter nine other goats grazing and at least sixty Satyr's wandering the pasture eating handfuls of plucked grass.
A ponderous thought came over him as he thought hard about giving then up all the tastes, and human trappings, to stand here naked to the world as this big wool covered fuck buck of a goat.
Crumpling his forelegs down and letting the rear pair sortof bend down to a laying position he laid there thinking about what if anything he might be able to do. As he thought the common action of sheep or goats, even cattle, the tummy sent up a half chewed clod of grass for long rechewing till it was not much smoother than green pudding.
An hour or two passed and with time the cuds came nomore. A great thirst touched his weakened senses and pushing himself to stand Joel lumbered off for the creek and a slurping new way to drink.