Satyr's crowded around as the six orgied Satyress tired of their duty to the Master satyr.
Paul felt as though his soul had been set on fire and now was less than ashes. As the last of his sensual partners stood up the crowd began to Ooo and Ahh the sight of Paul's sexual form.
Laying on his back with four legs in the air he gazed back at the hoards of onlookers. Seeing the large Master Satyr step over and applaude Paul's change.
"Congratulations are in order my good man... Oh excused me my good ram I mean!" said the large satyr.
The words rang in Paul's head but until he rolled over and stood as a Ram should he had little knowledge of his major change. Shaking the cobwebs out of his head he again looked at the smiling faces gathered about.
"Here brothers and sisters is the new replacement ram for our flocks. He was old as a man but with the aid of our six beauties here he has gained his youth and found a better way of life. Few my friends have ever had this priviledge to find this fountain of youth. True if we could this blessing would be offered to all mankind. Now satyr brothers escort this ram to his pasture, guide him to meet his ewes. Let him taste of their scents that he may not roam!" said the Master.
Happy did Paul run and jump along to the pasture full of ewes. Standing atop a hillside he looked down on simply hundreds of shaggy females. The eyes of his herd looked at him some with sexual desire and others bleating as they still remembered a more upstanding past.
Jogging down the hill Paul approached several overly friendly ewes. As in his orgy a few short hours ago he snuffed in the heady scent of each ewe. As he looked up the hill the group of horny bastards sat pointing and laughing at Paul and his harem.
As Paul's ram cock moved out of it's shaggy home and the sensual scent of a beconing ewe presented herself ready and willing, the laughter brought back his human desires. Desires that seemed a hundred years back! In another time, or on some other planet!
Memories of his human self, retired, comfortable, and having more to life than continued sex. Standing still his cock out straight he stood thinking of the distant laughter and jokes. Thoughts of his previous life seemed far away but looking far batter than his situation as a sex monger ram.
His member softened and shrank back into it's shaggy home. Walking among the herd he had a thought. The herd was very large and the farther he strolled into then the farther way was the rude group of satyrs.
Watching Paul they hooted and jeered at the worthless human now ram elite. As Paul walked with intention in his thoughts he made his way up the far side of the pasture. Paul's loving ewes followed milling around him some in dear hope of a good rough mounting.
The pasture rouse to the top of the next hill as it offered the ram a clear view in the distance of Pleasure Island Amusement Park and beyond his life as a man.
Paul continued to stroll a zigzag line till he and the herd topped the hill and started down the opposite side. About halfway down Paul broke into a mad run. The herd quickly followed! The ewes that still had any human thought ability quickly realised that the ram was making a break for freedom and maybe regaining human form.
Paul was within ear sound of the Park's music when the angry screams of approaching satyrs came also into range. Paul ran as never before, the plank back walls of the boardwalk stood as a major problem.
Searching quickly for the weakest spot a very fat ewe headed for the fence and in a thunk and crack went straight thru the hole. Paul and several dozen ewes followed. The satyrs caught most of the herd and turned them back to their cursed exsistance.
People screamed and parted like the Red sea as a small herd guided by a black large ram ran, jumped, and gogged up the main street.