The Park licensed truck driver walked back to his vehicle, he having enjoyed Madame, seeing her as if she were but in her twenties when actually she was nearer to eighty in age. Just as she did for him, he felt more alive, and endowed with a aroused sense of being a male, more aroused than he ever felt before. Madame had said something to him while he was thrusting, her words stayed with him as if a blessed response to how he made love. "See again any a pussy with or without fur and know the need to plunge, as plug it with your penis. As you enjoyed me and learned from my sexual habit, like any man who fucks me, leaves me feeling and being endowed with something bigger as better to enjoy for having sex with man or woman!"
He smiled at the memory of how Madame continually referred to him as if his name were Buck and not Charles Hanson.
After they shared each the other is lust and mating, she left him to go tend to her horses, as he showered clean from lusty sweat. Even as he stood showering there was something he thought as odd about his person. Indeed, the amount of spent semen and her vaginal juices coated his thickly furred crotch, and his larger than large low hanging scrotum. Something continued to bother him when out of the shower stall and standing, drying himself, he recalled his legs as being straighter, and he not having either hind leg hocks and cloven hooves.
He knew that Madame mentioned she magically endowed him with an enhanced of length and girthy his penis, as she told him he would from their meeting become as a male with an insatiable virility and passion to have sex with any female he saw, sniffed, or came near.
Laughing as he thought about how he became aroused and stroking his sixteen inches of highly sensual cock, did spew a mighty load of his semen at and onto the mirror there in the showering stall. As he got dressed when pulling on his work pants, his leg hocks felt oddly tight and quite a discomfort. He decided to not wear any pants, as he felt proud about how nice he looked from his navel and down to those black cloven hooves.
Buck chuckled when he needed to run a comb through and around his fur what covered head. He felt a new sense of pride how his goatee looked on him, as had trouble remembering when he decided to grow it. He did stare at the mirror, remembering he had blue eyes and not the golden yellow colored irises what peered back at him from the mirror. He cocked his head with a pondered thought, recalling he had expected to see his beer gut hanging close to touching his furred sheath, but he saw only taunt abdominal muscles. His chest was equally looking youthful as strong, with the furry locks from his head, neck, and shoulders the fur thinning as it cloaked across his chest.
When he dried his butt fur, Buck felt of his tail, but did not recall he had a tail before he came to visit Madame.
Finally ready to face the world again, Charles began liking the name of Buck better, and decided to forget his need to wear any clothes, he exited the private quarters of Madame Illusia. Stephen saw then Buck coming out of the dressing room and he rushed to meet Charles.
Charles, or Buck smiled and greeted Stephen with a goatish grin. Stephen asked Buck to go back inside Madame's dressing room as she left for him something he would find as a real need in times to come. Stephen pointed to two six inch long black goat horns lying on a table nearer the dressing room door. He picked them up and offered to help Buck get the horns properly adorning his forehead. Buck was agreeable and felt a slight prick of pain when the horns did attach to his skull.
Something bothered Buck when he took leave from Stephen, as Stephen commented to him about how he should soon need to find different living quarters, as somewhere closer to the Pleasure Island Satyr Grotto Exhibit.
When he saw Madame and she seeing him coming toward her, as the met close up, she began hand stroking his sheath and arousing hkis stout pink penis. She wished him well and also made mention of his likely need or desire to be closer to the Park Satyr exhibit, and of him partaking in the satyr orgies there at either the glade or grotto.
He checked his truck and lifted the loading ramp with remarkable ease. Buck climbed up inside his truck cab and starting the motor, he found it difficult to keep his cloven hooves to working the clutch pedal and the gas pedal. He felt so at home in his truck again, that his goaty cock rose up and stuck through the steering wheel, making it to get slapped when the steering wheel needed turning.
Buck was laughing as he drove his truck from the loading bay behind the theater. He was so aroused he blew a three spewing load of then yellowish semen all over the inside of his truck windshield. His laughing turned to shrill sounding bleating as he waved a fond goodbye to Madame and Stephen.