As the meal dwindled and the drips or globs of congealing semen was devoured, Henry began thinking having a mental war with his new desires. "My brain is the real me, and I want to remember as know of whom I was, as realize of what I am!" Henry said, he verbally arguing with his mind, as part remained human and another portion was animal instincts.
"By all that is holy, who did this happen to the likes of me?" Henry continued to find concerns for worry.
A pain at the peak to his forehead came from his goat horns gaining another spurt of growth. "No, no, no, stop this madness, I am, I, I am..., damn it, I am the true me, but the more this changing continues, the less do I retain my human abilities!
I must remain as able to control this body with my mind, my memories, my sense of understanding; the animal mentality wants my mind, and afords little capacity for intellect. The longer I sit in this thicket, remaining as naked, being as a satyr bodily, the more my thoughts shall transition, realigned, breaking the real of me down.
To sniff, the scents of my beast self permeates the thicket. This rouge as horrid existence is developing its own patterns for me as my reactions and the ideals in my mind.
A sense of dire need, of wanton lusts, are of the goat animal, it is working quickly, struggling with making my rational thoughts grow thin, filter away, as would leave as but one short level higher of intelligence than is a common born male goat!
Time is slipping past as human thoughts fade, as I am again thinking about all of my days as each finding of a new conquest, and from such becoming just a happy desire for the morrow!
Well Henry, is this what you want?
To stay as a sex driven half goat stud and animal, immoral as is the devils in Hell, and me here, on earth with one sole thought and that of breeding." Henry argued with what he was and how he was to live, he being a satyr.
As the rank ache and urge returned, Henry began again stroking his goat-like penis. The animal sexual drives had won again over any moral thoughts, as he lusted for the scent of expended semen, and the flavor he knew was equally damning.
Henry screamed from the rank sensation of his second, as harsher, more surging orgasm, as to find the scent and want to repeat the delight as already building. Huffing his breathing, weary from the second satyr style ejaculation, the semed came as sticky globs, creamy colored pre-cum; and before he quick spewing, he began to stroking his cock with a slimed, cupped hand, enthused to feel and see the creamy cum spewed in mighty streams.
"Oh, oh Henry what is this, as behold there you ole fool, see now your cock, your goat cock has grown longer, more sensual as if that was possible, and too, your balls just doubled their size!"