Derrick felt as lost, as would a born goat wandering, he followed what his nose scented to be something of an interest.
Fond memories of her, that lovely, as wondrous nymph who led him on, and caused from sensual associations with satyr types, that he begged to become as all an animal; he then a Nubian breed male goat.
Whether at a walk or trotting, Derrick thought well of his newer self. As from sometime during his lifetime he had met or toying, petted a goat; gaining a sense of appreciation about goats. His furred self was to him a sensual delight, as from being naked, furry, and wholly immoral; his lifestyle led him to think he was as free from any responsibilities.
Walking along the boardwalk, Derrick noted how various people would look at him, some staring, did point at him like he was a prisoner let go to wander freely. He decided to put both his family and the thought of entering the hotel behind him, as if they were to see him there, Derrick the goat would get corralled and sent back to the Glade's goat pasture.
"Naa...," Derrick did bleat a cry at all who seeing him, they greeted him with demeaning words as if he were some vile thing.
The walking along the boardwalk vividly reminded Derrick of him being an animal, as his hoof falls did drum at the wooden planks. Yet, his following along the boardwalk was the more direct route for him to go if he could get to the very northern edge of this island. As yes, where he went was to an alluring island populated by sensual and sexually alluring individuals, and some equally arousing creatures. Derrick was following a smell wafting heavily in the breeze, and from his vivid memory of those residing in the Glade; he knew it was the scents of expelled semen drying in the sunshine.
The smell of congealing semen was a distinct bother to his male goat sensorium. Derrick quickened his pace to trot past the Circe exhibit, even if he had never entered there, he smelled the vileness wafting out past the front doors.
Suddenly, Derrick heard a faint sound!
"Pssst, you the goat, hey there goat, yeah you, come here, come to me; if you come to me, you and I can converse, as I know of a way, if you are not just an ignorant goat!"
Derrick stopped his trot, and turned to look at, and stared. There by the front door to the Circe exhibit, stood a black nymph, she dressed scantily in a sheer, see-through white toga.
Hesitantly, Derrick walked slowly toward the black beauty, he drawn by what she said, suggesting that she could read the thoughts of a goat. Then, when he was of his nostrils even in height to her crotch; she leaned forward, grabbing hold of one horn, as her other hand took a firm grip, encircling the top of his dangling scrotum.
"Come with me Goat," the black nymph so demanded!
Derrick stood as held by his big balls and one of his long, as curved horns; making his possibility of escape as near to nil.
"NAA...," Derrick did bleat a scream of fear, as she did hustle him inside the House of Circe exhibit.
"Yes Derrick, do come in from being outside, or was it not explained to you about how when in the holt sunshine it tends to degrade your ability to think?
As yes, I know by my touch of your big fuzzy balls, that I am able to read your very thoughts. And yes, I am a black Nymph!
Indeed a rarity, even on this god forsaken island. Know too, that I am an apprentice, working daily with Miss Circe; and more so, she and I know how to give you your true form, that is if you don't wish to remain a buck goat?"