"Damon...," yelled Barnabas the court satyr, he an occasional love mate to Circe and her handmaids when they felt a need to orgy.
Damon heard the call for him to leave his herd and come closer to the pasture fence. He saw there Barnabas and knew him to being a friend and an occasional visitor to the barn when Damon was stabled and washed for showing up at court. Barnabas liked Damon as together during an afternoon Barnabas liked to suckle the bull cock of Damon, bringing them both to many orgasmic delights.
"Damon friend, you lucky day has arrived, I was sent here to inform you that your Uncle Jurgen, he is very old, and a good friend to Circe, he has requested you be returned home to live there as a bull." Barnabas said, as Damon could not believe his ears, he was going home, home to see his uncle, home to be near his mentor Bories.
"Come now," Barnabas said as he swung open the pasture gate for Damon to join him on the free side.
The mooing calls of many lovers, many cows and many more heifers what Damon had fathered through the years were calling to him, they too were some of his family. As Damon turned his huge head to give a look back at the pasture and his herd, he looked again at Barnabas.
"Alright, go back to your herd, say your good byes but return here to this gate in an hour, or two." Barnabas said, as offered Damon time to console his cows using his big cock.
Damon near ran back to be with his herd, he feeling happy to go home, but sad for leaving those he loved and cherished.