Ken floated back, back, back through the endless corridors of time. Way way back before Christ and back to an age of wonders now unknown.
THUD, and Ken looked up into the dark eyes of Circe daughter of the Sun.
"Oh Father of the Sun no, not you again, damned fool!" yelled Circe as Ken got to all fours.
Standing there before the powerful witch he could do little but squeak his goatish sounds.
"So Kenneth you did escape me and my wish you prowl this great house as a snake. You escaped to Olympus and there had a war or words with of all there, Zeus! He made you you are and I for one see no good reason you be nothing other than one horny sex minded male goat! Maidens take the goat to a pen and lock him with not less than forty nanny goats in heat. No go and expect what little was left of the human in you is soon to be purged!" ordered Circe.
It was almost sundown when Circe and a few handmaids walked near to Ken's sex wild pen. A casual turn of Ken's head toward Circe and then he returned to his mounting yet another horny goat.
"See my dearest's even a twentyeth century man is just as bestial as those who sail to my shores. Ken, Ken be you happy mounting goats or would you still think being a black boar the life worth living?" asked Circe but Ken broke not a stroke as he humped away.
All this while Allen was being pleasured by two wild sexy satyrs in his small apartment. The geekiest of geeks was Allen but as he found erotic pleasures in touch satyr females he too was being granted a taste of Zeus' white ball of power.