A.J was swift of hoof and drove out onto the freeway headed North. A few surprised looks from passing cars soon made him don the hat and cover his horns and shaggy head. Heading North on I-94 he began to make plans of finding the Professor since he couldn't just clipity clop his way in the front door.
About two hours he thought till he'd reach the campus near Madison, but as he drove those bestial impressions kept creeping up as his red goat's cock would snag in the steering wheel. Traffic being what it was that day found A.J. moving slowly till at last he exited the freeway and took to a country road.
At last, almost no traffic and no cars pacing him and looking at him through the truck side window. Looking like a clear shot to Madison A.J. relaxed a bit and drove with his cruise control set at 55.
An hour since he'd left the freeway he was inside the state of Wisconsin and began to see the old road signs for cheese factories and magic spots. Whether it was the vibrations of the road or time lapsed A.J. was getting a big urge to relieve his goat bladder.
A calm drive for the past half hour saw three good rounds of satyr masturbation and a windshield splattered with the results. He was about to rupture his cock as his grip holding back the urinary flow had the thing showing a fair bulge.
"Ah huh!" he exclaimed as he saw what to him looked like a Wisconsin heaven. "Winter's Goat Farm and Petting Zoo" said a badly faded and very old road sign.
A right turn into the drive he went halfway up to the old white farm house before he came to a quick and dusty halt.
"A stupid jerk and crazy satyr! Dumb A.J. dumb, you can't just drive up and say Hi, I"m and oversexed satyr may I please fuck some of your goats?" Noway! The farmer might shoot me dead and have me stuffed as a new attraction! Noway, A.J.!" he talked aloud to himself as he'd done for years now.
A look about saw a double trail path leading off into the weeds. One hard turn to the right and he was cutting brush with the front bumper as he drove. Off he went on the old road till he saw ahead a loading pen and ramp made for shipping out stock to their last and final ride.
At last he stopped and jumped out his red cock flailed about as a solid stream of dark yellow urine sprayed into the air. A.J.'s luck to this point had been very good indeed. Yet his sudden exit of the truck made no thought to the stiff Wisconsin breeze. As urine flowed and urine hit the wind it fizzled into a yellow spray and covered the satyr head to hoofs.
"Awe damn it I stink!" he muttered to himself as the uncontrolled flow at last eased to a trickle and he rigid red cock drooped into a relaxed stooper.
As the scent of buck goat reeked from his thick wool the sounds of friendly forms touched his long and pointed goat ears. One leap over the fence and A.J. sprinted over the pasture as only a satyr could.
"Awe shit!" said A.J. as he saw the goat herd in the hundreds but with them was the farmer nudging them along. Crept down by some Raspberry bushes he watched as the farmer person worked the herd of goats ever closer.
Anointed with true goat scent the breeze foretold to the goats his presence. Bucks raised their heads and sniffed his scent as they seemed to move faster in his direction than the huge herd of females were aloud. A.J. began to worry as he was soon to be before some angry and jealous bucks.
An unbelievable sight suddenly made him smile. The farmer working the herd stepped closer to a large old Oak and slipping down the jeans took a very female sort of piss. In a second the end of his goat's cock pressed out of the sheath as thoughts of rapture rolled about the strange mind of a satyr.
As buck goats stood in a circle about A.J. snorting and lowering their horns the farm lady walked right up to the bushes covering A.J. and had a few words. "Alright come out of there and show yourself!" she said.
"Ah I dare not my pretty!" came A.J.'s answer.
"And why not!" asked the girl in reply.
"Ah, for one thing I'm not human anymore and seeing me might scare you!" said A.J. as his hairy palms began to sweat.
"And I'm supposed to believe this? What are you if not human?" she asked with hands on hips and looking more angry each minute.
"A buck satyr goat, my pretty!" replied A.J.
"A satyr huh, well I always wanted to meet a true satyr and have him be my lover!" chided the girl to the stranger in the bushes.
"Ah, really, I mean if you would want that I'm sure you will love me!" said A.J. as one totally naked satyr stood up.
"Awe shit!" was her comment as the Sheppard's crook fell to the ground. "What the hell are you?' she asked as A.J. stood in all his bestial glory.
"A satyr, and lover of females whether goat or human!" stated A.J.
All wide eyed A.J. stood as the farmer girl approached to within inches of his hairy chest. Her eyes panned up and then down as she reached her slender fingers to trace the goat sheath from it's base to it's open end. A shudder of sensual pleasure shook A.J. as the girls hands moved down to cup his new family jewels.
"A satyr true enough but I have a thousand questions about where you came from and what you want around here?" she asked.
"A satyr but one now in love with what he see's!" said A.J. as his red goat cock slipped out into the light of day.
A fling and an flash, the jeans hit the ground and her blouse flew in the air as Sarah Winter lunged at A.J. knocking him backward on the ground. Her sudden action he was not prepared for and started to get up as Sarah's mouth surrounded his cock's head and she sucked it like a soda.
At last the satyr found his first human lover and as the two rolled about the herd of nannies stood awaiting their chance.
A farm girl for twenty years Sarah was till now not interested in men O the males of her species. Now with the coming of A.J. she found what she'd wanted from two species and A.J. was it.
A month would go bye as A.J. and Sarah who lived alone on her deceased Father's farm made daily love. In fact the loving times happened more per hourly than daily as Sarah began to see some physical changes in her taste for sex. A.J. too saw changes as his lover drank his seed she was beginning to show signs of satyristic form.
As their month of pleasure went bye the four goats at impound were placed in the filthy crate and sent to the attention of one Professor Simmons.