At long last Ben's seed was spent and even his satyr brother was sitting nearby had wondered when it's time would come.
"Brother, brother you had more seed than any I've known save Cedius himself!" told the friendly satyr.
Dismounting one tired girl friend Ben's cock slithering out her red and loose pussy. She sighed a sigh of relief and rolled onto her back as nimble fingers massaged the tender folds of her sex.
The girl's friend came close and helping her massage the tired slit they conversed about which one might be the better at haing sex.
"The Master says to bring you along to the encampment, I suggest we leave now before the coming storms!" urged the satyr to Ben and the girls.
A good long walk for a billy goat had the troop coming into the encampment. A large circular bond fire roared as satyr men and faun women sat about hugging their mates.
"Come, come join our throng!" beckoned Cedius to the foursome.
Ben's satyr brother nestled between two other satyr males and took right off to feeling each their best buddies' cock and balls. The girl plopped next to Ben as one began to massage his balls and rub the long tubular sheath of his goaty body.
Ben was enjoying her touch as the other girl still drunk of satyr wine watched the red end of Ben's cock emerge out his sheath. She snuggled down reaching her head beteen his hind legs taking the end into her mouth.
As a tongue circled Ben's cockhead he was pleasured with a friendly soft hand on his balls. It was harder than hard to listen and comprehend the words being spoken by Cedius to the herd.
Sensual feeling at last won out as Ben stood up his cock out straight and being suckled. He turned to see his other good girl friend poking her head up between his hind legs to blow cool breaths over his huge hairy balls.
Ben shivered in wild beastly delights as other satyr's took to watching the small orgy rather than to listen of Cedius and his words.
A crack of distant thunder warned of coming storm and rains. The sayr's all scared of the lightning knew how their lusty ways did anger the gods of the skies. Ben watched as they rushed off to hide in the most foolish of places. Groups all headed for to nestle near the trunks of large Maple and Oak trees as if lightning might not strike them there.
The girls calmed their touchings and urged Ben toward a nearby tree.
As the storm rose up in intensity the big black goat stood his ground. He looked into the driving rain letting the blessed wet drops wash the vile sex stains from off his wooly coat.
A shake down his body made the semen and female juices dried by the afternoon sun fly off into the air.
Rain, thunder, lightnign fiercer than any he's ever seen and then came hail. Hail small as bebe's but soon cam down as marbles size hitting Ben's wooly back and stinging him out of the wild sexual stooper he fallen into with the girls.
Drips of rain trickling down his wool and into the dark eyes of Ben the goat forced him to rethink were and what he was. He was a goat, an animal of the fields, pastures and rocky clifts. His main reason for living is to propagate his new species. This seemed a lowly position as he'd had great plans to continue his electrical engineering degree and work making life better for all.
Yet the thought odf school and life as a human now seemed like something from a different time or some other world. Ben was feeling deep remorse fro ever venturing to Pleasure Island Amusment Park. Indeed he still wondered of his friends David and Jeff. He did hope they by this time had left on the ferry for the mainland and wished them well even if he was trapped here as a billy goat.
The storm subsided after midnight yet the herd remained huddled about there trees. Ben's girlfriends came out to his side then touching him in their new and perverse sexual ways.
A long bleat from Ben announced to Cedius that this goat was still more the human than the big black wooly goat he appeared to be!