At last, time when the buck body can relax, but the thought of sleep remains aloof . What was of self, that past self when first you be lusty choice did walk through the pasture gate, and following the well-worn path, you had entered the Glade reception area.
Indeed, after having seen what as who were lying about either waiting for someone like you to wander in, or as of the others, both males and females rolling about on the worn grassy ground, they indulging their carnal desires to the fullest extents. Just the sight of furry women and shaggy furred men should have set in the mind a warning. Lust was what brought you there, and of sexual desires to fornicate held you to watching until one of the females let go her friend and approached you; she smiling, flaunting her ample sized breasts, the nipples aroused, puckered, standing out like the teats on a doe goat.
What a fool you were then, as so darn dumb you let the female satyrs approach, taking you to lie with them, as they helped you to disrobe, become as they, naed and prepared for their purposes.
Even when she the Satyress named Lysaila did sit straddled your waist, her slicked sex bearing down to capture your erect maleness. Her warm depths and odd vaginal wall contractions helped to cloud your mind, deny any concerns or worries. Your friend Kevin told you if you came there, you should expect to have the wildest sexual thrill, should you enter the Glade.
Kevin was lucky to escape the terrors of this place, he making his way home, was mostly human, having shown you his donkey size genitals. He was proud to show you his twenty inches of blackened, blunt ended cock, and of his Macintosh apple big sized balls, while blessed with a very equine placed sheath to protect his dignity.
He wrote thousands of chapters and stories about his close calls, using his pen name of AdobeFats. Asked as why such a odd pen-name, his answer was of being born in New Mexico, and therefore the "Adobe," and to his high school graduate picture showing a fat guy!
When Kevin came, he arrived here with three friends, two guys and their fun girlfriend, she woman enough for her three friends. As he told it, one friend became early on as changed into a brown furred donkey. Their girlfriend got tricked into her becoming a very horny jennet donkey, as she and friend stood in a corral mating for hours.
Maybe his closest best buddy got himself trapped, and was changed physically only into his becoming a rodeo type bull. Kevin met him and the bull wrote with his right fore hooves his human name in the loose sands of his corral. When Kevin arrived again at home, he Goggled, searching for a bull newly named as "Satan III."
Satan III was his friend being a rodeo bull and a leased herd sire. Kevin and his family had wealth enough for him to buy Satan III, and returning him to the town where he was born. Kevin befriended his purchased bull, they spending hours together, though Dave, or Satan III had his desires set on cow vulva, he liking to sniff and give them a good in depth tonguing, before he would mount, insert, and do a quickie mating.
Foolishly, you followed the same pattern of male lust as had Kevin, but went alone, and entering the Glade was set upon by a horny evil minded Satyress. She that Satyress spun a story about her coming there to the Glade being a man, and asked for the Satyress herd to change his gender, making of him a hornier than common Satyress.
That Satyress, her name being Lysaila, she was the best sexual experience you ever had had up to when you became mostly changed into being a buck goat. Rank is the best word to describe your present state. You became as willing sexual fodder for the evil desires of Master Satyr Cedius and his horde of satyrs, both males and females.
What was it, two days and they had you being furry your whole bodily self, was walking on hind cloven hoofs, doing as whatever a satyr or Satyress suggested you do to them or someone newer. Oral and vaginal, moved to anal, and then the realized thought you had begun doing sodomy. Those who did sodomy in biblical times were stoned to death, and the animal they taunted, was killed. Your thoughts about sodomy make your stomach to groan, but it was the neat ache in your big furred balls what kept the worries as minor.
Sophia became your owner and new Mistress, she a Satyress she said for some twelve years before you showed your horny self at the entrance to the Glade. She did your directing, urging you to pleasure the unwilling to become very willing, wanting, feeling the same animistic urges as do you, the Beast!
The rack scent of your pussy juiced, semen coating cock bring you to licking the sheath and your aroused cock to it being somewhat cleaner. The pussy juices tend to surge back the eager desire of eating a female from the bottom and up. What when a human of such debauchery you thought never to try or do, after becoming mostly an animal, a buck goat, the debauchery seems commonplace.
Lying with legs tucked up snug to your torso-belly, all furry, you wiggle your tail, flick-flopping your ears, as feel the weight of your horns, remains an uneasy feeling. What is life has become a daily ritual of sexual play, and a few short hours when allowed to graze, chew your cud, and relax.
Goat lifestyle is as simple as it can be, to awaken, piss, poop, munch the grasses, as sniff the breeze, become horny and go looking for a willing fornicator. Fornicators are an easy find in the Glade. Most were satyrs, but some are the newly arrived volunteering types, as young, impressionistic, and gullible. As much as you have become as willing to any gender for play, it is they who are females you prefer. You hope and long for some female to venture to talk with or play upon; using their lusty desires to direct the frolicking.