Derrick staggered and stumbled, tripping as he walked, his goat legs and cloven hoofs were different, maybe too different, he felt sad, wishing he could again see his parents, family, brothers. He walked away from the nymph, and away from the quiet pool.
"Me, a satyr, or if I go home, leave here, and became a buck goat, imagine, me a real animal?" Derrick muttered, he looked toward where he spoke with the cute woodland nymph, but she had wandered back toward he forest home. His thinking about her aroused his red goat cock from its sheath, the thing wagging side-to-side with his every stride stepping.
The wild play of three satyr friends turned horny when they saw Derrick and laid chase.
Derrick ran, dodging tree, bushes, running from fear and the real discomforts he knew from when the herd had coaxed him to join with them and him.
Running, Derrick ran until the cries and calls ceased. He instinctively ran toward what he remembered as being home. The further he ran, the farther he got from the magical glade. He failed to notice the sprouting of more fur, fur what covered his back, his chest, as soon his full torso.
"Mom...," Derrick moaned, he wanted to see her just one more time.
A stumble and when Derrick got to his feet, he counter four legs, four sets of hoofs, and realized too late he had gone too far, he had become a Nubian buck!