As morning breaks I lay rolled onto my back, cock pointing skyward and now several sweet looking satyress creatures take turns bringing me pleasure. Sudden passing thoughts of human life are but just that passing off to oblivion.
Thoughts of learned morale living, religion, and even my love of Rachel now vaporized. The passion for being pleasured as I be within this strange but sensous boar body now prevades as my one driving force to live.
A thin hope of someday meeting and enjoying the mounting of sows has a special meaning to me even as my cock is toyed by there creatures.
As the queen satyr said I'd become a wild boar and right now I was really enjoying the wild part!