Black with the shaggy goat wool that covered his skin and cloaked his naked body, Joel stood on all fours, he a large breed of one Boer buck male goat.
Horns growing out the top of his skull, his thick beard below his elongated chin, he stood bold and feeling proud.
He wore a collar about his neck, it there for the farmer to attach a rein, and with it tug the brute animal to some new pasture, or better yet to an unsuspecting nanny soon she to become inseminated.
A yellow tag in his right ear stood as a constant reminder to his bestial self, every flickering of the ear made the thing jiggle.
Animal in every mannerism, he a buck goat and herd sire, found his existence as satisfying from every new conquest attained. As he held some vague remembered times with human females, his righteous self held clear memories of many a nanny goat offering him to quell their desires.
Joel did as required of him, he knew his one and only reason for the farmer to not send him to dies a horrible death, was from his pleasure seeking ways of increasing the herd in greater numbers.
When the day waned and sunlight turned as golden yellow as were the iris of his eyes, Joel would lie down on his tummy, he chewing his cud, had time to think. Thinking he did then, looking back on how he came to become the herd sire and what all he could remember giving up.
To give in was to give up and giving became his reason to live on, a daily thing to grant pleasure to his herd mates, if not as much to welcome to his realm a few wild and lusty human females. Females they came there to see, touch, and taste of his sensual self.
He would almost break a smile on his black lips, just thinking of a few of the lustier females. Women, they had their desires governing their acts, and with mutual delight, an oral connection lead soon to a proper conjoining. Once made the women want for more, as twice done and when they left the pasture their forms had some slight enhancements to becoming goat like.
He would wait and with his patience came the reward of very changed and still changing females, they returning to the pasture and the stud sire. Women partially transformed to be as is a nanny goat has no place in a human society. They become out of place, things of ridicule! Yet they remember him and of his easy manners. It is a willful satyr male changed into a sire goat that becomes their ultimate hope for acceptance and a place to live in peace.
"Truly, it is what works best, with giving up of all, the giving in to be as is an animal comes with ease and a reason for being!"