David could never even imagine that his friend Jeff was right then paying for his lack of desgression back in the bar room. Jeff was indeed paying a dear dear price. Had David known one wonders what if anything he could have done to stop the two Minotaurs.
Jeff's cries rouse high as his maleness was lost with humanity when by the Minotaur's hands he was chamge into a Charolais cow. A cow in humiliated naked bovine form he was thrust over to stand one all fours. The Minotaurs took long turns mounting and thrusting their new sex toy till Jeff's human will broke accepting his new life as a large cow.
Ben race to and fro dashing between people on the boardwalk and security police who knew the worst had happened to somebody now a black big billy goat.
David ran till winded he could chase his billy goat friend no more. Dropping first to his knees he then crawled to a park bench and sat catching his breath.
Ben raced onward his large well muscled goat body putting distance between himself and those who would keep him of sexual delights. He at last slowed feeling a certain note of safety in not seeing anyone chasing him right then. He looked around the boardwalk far behind him he knew not where he had run nor how to find Jeff and David.
Sniffing the breeze it wadted the scent which for him as now a male goat offered real feelings for desire, lust and the American way. He began to follow his nostrils the scent of goats ans sexual smells getting richer by each step he took.
The path he'd trod was thinning to a grassey plain with tall Laurel tree surrounding a glade. One babbling stream wound its merry way down the hillside as it passed him there were picked flowers floating along in the water.
Ben reached out and nibbled up one of the plucked flowers chewing the wonderous tasting delight till it was swallowed. The thought of more yummy delights must be up stream and with clumbsey leaps and jumps the big goat headed for what must be just beyond his view.