Sam lay in the hayloft, his mind completely enthused with the wildly sensual creature that laid there beside him.
Fran the short version of how she pronounced her name, she a Satyress class I, as he learned from her. She was the wildest perversion of any a man's sex crazy dream, furry from head to hooves, she had the complete pair of goaty hind legs and feet. Her head had two very hard and ebony black curving horns, pointed goat ears, and extremely perky human breasts, but they like most of her were cloaked in a shaggy goat wool kind of fur.
Womanly yet from her buttocks and groin, she an imposing female form that drove any a man to near insanity, she having wondrous control over her vaginal muscles.
Tight and baring the ability to take a firm grip to any invading male organ, the vaginal muscles would ripple and work the man into a frenzy, his maleness kneaded like dough by the hands of a baker.
So much of their time together had them lying with him over her, they in continuous "69" style pleasuring of each the other in rather unscrupulous ways.
The afternoon stretched gloriously past dusk and into the night, as passion and lust mix to blend the human male, granting to him some of those impetuous goat like embodiment, making of Sam to be likened to a satyr male. His transforming to a satyr was but their first phase of what she could do to him. Her working him beyond wishing to be ever partially human, led her to lead him down that one way path.
To her she knew of a path that once a man would walk it, his time being yet a man became drastically limited. Sam had come to that crossroad, and Fran asking him if he would dare to cross the indrawn line. A mark she put upon his person, one where with some added pleasuring, she would coax from him the remaining humanity, leaving Sam to rise up come the morning, he bleating, would prance out the barn and join any a herd of goats as a willing sire.
Mind working in simple ways, Sam rolls about, he stretching his changed self, gaining then from every waking minute the mental and physical essence of becoming for Fran as aniother of her many doomed male goats.