One big and very black buck goat wanders about the grotto, his mind is still ablaze with the sensations of having had sex with the satyress, Jezebel.
Tim is having some vague second thoughts, his human mentality was degraded, but still intact, if being drunk from having sex with a wild creature like ole Jez.
In due time he will discover of those who came there before him, some being as he, buck goats, and other men or women who by choice turned away the chance to be satyrs, became instead as nanny goats.
Man or woman, either being as nanny goats they found the sensation of having an udder and hefty teats as something to boggle one's mind.
Tim could smell them afar off, but his mouth had the rank flavor of semen and satyress pussy juices, so horrid a taste he longed to puke.
Unknown to any reader of his accounts, as if the flavor floating in a mouth was so horrid it would make a cunt licking billy goat puke, this had to be bad!
Now a soul-less individual, Tim had the awareness to realize his physical change, and found it for the most part, to be enjoyable.
He cared little for the loss of his soul, finding such sexual pleasures with satyrs and goats to be fulfilling for his fleeting moments of life. If he was indeed then damned, cursed to go to Hell for having taken a willing part in a satyr orgy, then what came was in his mind's eye proper.