The pure and warm light of a rising sun is the first to remind Charles of what he has lost, mostly his humanity, virginity, and what he never understood he owned was freedom. Freedom he felt the insistent need to wander, leaving all that was safe and given to roam the earth in want of inseminating that what thought herself as not wishing for a goat to impregnate.
Horrified at his sense of self, Charles bleats until a angered Lysaila opens the front door to his home, and sends a big buck goat into a brutal new world.
All sense of terror quickly fades as from his different and more sensitive nose, Charles discovers again the goats his father kept around to give milk.
Forgetting all his human loss and cares, Charles leaps fences, and charges headlong toward a barn and what his big balls tell him is well worth the experience.
Once in the barn it is a nanny goat with her name of Francine that takes Charles attention. He walks close to her, sniffing her scent with every advancing step. She seems ripe and is willing, offering Charles what until then her own lust could only dream of feeling.
Lysaila taught her bucks well, and Charles slips up and over his chosen betrothed, feeling his shaft penetrate and she giving it s gruff grab with her vaginal muscles.
One romp done, Charles feels the urge to do it all over a second time, then a third, forth, fifth, sixth and on the seventh time of rutting this nanny, he finally felt sated and empty.
His maleness finding relief from the frantic lust it is to be a buck goat in rut, Charles takes time to refuel his bestial body, as pictured by a security camera set just inside the main door to the barn.
Munching aids in forgetting, and once his past is really lost to him, Charles will be the way Lysaila likes to see her men, male lovers.