The early morning sunshine was baking off the dampness left by the previous night's storm. Like a heavy mist it gathered above the pasture as Ben stood a strong and sensual big buck of a goat.
His playmates stayed near him as many others who witnessed his brashness toward the storm felt it an honor to want his sexual pleasuring.
Cedius too saw Ben as something different but also as an adversary.
As the morning rolled onward the hot sunshine dried Ben's black wool to a sleek and shaggy coat. The playmates seemed to enjoy combing it as much as Ben delighted in the feelings.
It wasn't long after that one happy satyr male begged ben to buck fuck him in honor of his bravery.
A large band of satyrs and female fauns stood, sat, kneeled, and looked on as one after another took their turns fucking of being fucked by Ben.
The second full day of Ben's goat life was turning into orgy after wild orgy. His memories of what he was just two days ago was fading as his lust to remain a goat did increase.
Sunshine, damp and humid the air it was Ben's first real annoyed feeling as flies took to his rear like bees to honey.
Now sex and sensual pleasuring included throurghly getting scratched as insects did their level best to be an animal's one biggest terror.