Stuck, struck stupid, endowed with a wild sense for wanting to know, as feel of male lusts. He became a animal, the fact he still somehow knew what he became and realized he was alive baffled the smaller brain in a Nubian buck goat.
The vivid smells from the glade wafted in the breeze, as called to him, beckoning, urging, making him almost to give in, as return, wishing to discover that nymph. She was something his male manly self did appreciate. Her soft skin, hairless as it was smooth, she knew the ways to entangle his mind with wants for anything sensual. She coaxed of him to try living the lifestyle of crude satyrs. She did let him meet a satyr friend, her special friend she did enter the glade with, as she became a nymph, her friend chose to follow the lusty desires of becoming a satyr.
The embedded magic ruled all who came within where it ruled supreme. As did they who willed to act gay, liking the antics of satyrs, the soon joined the satyr herd.
Derrick cherished what he had and those he grew to love, but not demean the word love to redefine it to symbolize the want for vile beastly sex. He would be the first to admit he was led to try courting that nymph with similar ways as might a common animal would in rut court a female of its own species.
Standing afar from what called to him, Derrick recalled his having tasted, licked the weeping sensual juices of a nymph. He vividly recalled the different flavor when he suckled the cock of a male satyr, and tasted the vaginal discharges from a Satyress, they being sour, stinging the buds on his tongue.
Remembered scenes of vile as vivid still the wild frolicking of him and she the nymph, her satyr friend, and then the three Satyress creatures what dealt him the horrific evil, what made a weakened male, to decide for his asking of becoming more akin to being an animal than as it was of becoming a satyr.
Horns, floppy ears, a muzzle, nimble legs, cloven hoofs, a furry body, a tail, and much enhanced, enlarged his scrotum, as was his penis changed to a goat cock, held up, inside a furry sheath, became narrowed if lengthened, increased greatly it's sensuality, making the feel from sex as mind-boggling, even to a buck goat.
Derrick stood there and shivered, shaking his head as the wave of sensuousness quivered along the torso of his goat body. His buck goat cock reacting to the shiver, arising from out its furry sheath, as felt the breeze give it a chilled sensation.
"Oh, oh, oh," but how he did want to lie with her, feel his thin cock slide deep, it picking at her womb. That lovely nymph, she so beautiful while dangerous to his or any man she met, she did desire to degrade her loves to being bestial, owning highly sensual cocks.
"Bleat," Derrick cried, as he relished returning to her, but at the same time knew what she would do to him, would demean his mind to equal what was his body, and he being then a fuck toy for satyrs, or a toy penis to tickle the furry groins of evil thinking Satyress.
Looking one way, Derrick knew what lifestyle set to his rear. He turned his head to gaze toward the distant high-rise building, the hotel, and the rooms occupied by his loving family. He knew his ability to speak, to verbally converse, communicate with his parents was limited to him bleating; he being then a common, if well endowed sexually a buck goat.
"Sis, yes his sister, he could," Derrick so thought, as if for him to seek her, as urge her to let him couple, stick in her his cock and infect her with his curse.
"He'll no," Derrick might well have had a thought, as if he were to lie missionary style over his sister, the act of sexual incest was bad, but to ejaculate his infectious semen, steamed into her virgin body, as he would cause her to change, she then as become a Satyress type, or from continued sexual frolic, she would join him as a doe goat, another damned Nubian goat!
"Sex," that was the ultimate key what led to wishing, prefer his bodily self became a male goat, a herd buck, a possible herd sire. Sex got him to where he stood on all fours. Sex rewarded him with a body and lifestyle similar to being as if born male goat. Sex and the feel for wanting it more, as through crude means, did guide him to ask of her that he could go all the way, and be then as he was, a buck goat living for to feel his cock sunk deep, he thrusting, wiggling his tail, feeling his big furry balls pumping out semen along his long cock.
"Celibacy was the key to his troubles!"
A buck goat he was, Derrick rationalized his only way to regain his humanity was to deny the regional magic, and cease his wants for feeling sex, even from masturbating could cause him to stay a buck goat. A deep inhaled breath of personal decision, worked to bedevil him all the more. His deep inhaling of the breeze had his goat sinus realize the scent of doe goats, or horny Satyress, and ejaculating satyrs.
Shaking his head in a violent manner, Derrick struggled with his wish to be again human, and that lulling urge to seek a doe goat and screw her cross-eyed!