Dave, a black male goat then stood with his penis in a fully flared erection, all hot pick in color and so sensual to him he wanted to use it more.
A soft bleat was about all Dave could muster, his pangs for Francine turned away from wanting even the thrill of drilling his penis into a Satyress pussy. Instead he thought then of what was tighter, wetter, and more his size and equal in stature.
What he knew down deep inside should pose in him fear, did not react the way he thought it should. His raw naked sensations were those of a buck goat feeling the need for rut, something he as a young man once felt, if different and wanting for the companionship of a human female.
Lionel, had from all his experience gone and accepted his plight. He stood eying Dave and with one swoop, came and stood near the slightly bigger goat, and with his tickling long tongue he did begin to tickle and tantalize Dave into enjoying his shaft in new a varied ways.
Cloven hoofs clattered on the cement patio blocks as two aroused male goats played gay times with the other.
Tonguing and mouthing turned to raunchier forms of animalistic debauchery, as Lionel helped Dave learn and accept was was to be his part in an ongoing and spreading curse upon human kind.