On the way down the street two cars pulled to a slow stop. One car was filled with four young girls from the High School dance. A quick look at Stan's bare chest and strange set jaw and the car sped away.
Feeling ever so sorry for those girls and the joy he could bring into their lives he walked on as the second car pulled up and rolled down the window.
"Looking for a ride?" asked the middle aged man inside the car.
"No thanks, just going to the Truck Stop to hitch a ride!" said Stan as his nose picked up the scent of fresh sperm. The car took off before Stan could speak and change his mind.
"Damn that guy smelled wonderful!" said Stan as his hands pressed down a sudden erection.
The noise from the Truck Stop filled his very goat like ears. Music now had a hard twang which hurt his ears as the sounds of flute or horns were more soothing.
Peering around the front of a truck Stan wondered what to do or who to approach.
"Looking for a ride, Buddy?" came a friendly sounding voice from out of the dark shadows near a truck.
"Ride, no I want some action!" blurted out Stan as he bit his lip.
"Guy or Gal?" asked the man with a smirk.
"Girl, Gal, ah Guy, it don't matter!" said Stan as his cock began to eek out the hairy sheath.
"Long night's stand huh? I'm willing to try this gay stuff, but don't get gruff!" offered the man.
Pointing to his truck's bunk the man offered Stan to climb up first. Stan started, but then motioned for the man to climb in first, as he made a gallant gesture.
Unbuttoning his shirt the man climbed up into the truck cab and flopped into the bunk behind the front seats. Stan waited till he heard the man ask if he was coming. A standing jump up and Stan leaned across the front seats. Kicking the pants off he climbed into the bunk to lay over the man.
"My God, what the fuck are you?" yelled the man as a tumble began in the bunk.
Stan was so hot his goat's cock strained out long and red. The head of his cock waived about as the rolled over each other. Stan's desire was at last won the day when his cock entered the man's mouth.
Stopping the struggle Stan said in a commanding voice, "Suck It!"
Whether the flavor of a Satyr's cock or the oiled scent of his bestial musk, the man took on to sucking like he was in a malt shop.
Now the action really began as Stan's prominence took hold over the man. Sucking and then spewing his semen over the two of them brought the man into a frenzy of laughter.
Stan smiled when in the dim light his playmate was fast growing thick fur over his back and loins. Kissing, touching and feeling of each brought on a steamy sex that clouded the trucks windows.
As the man sucked and drank Stan's seed his face changed to be more like a goat than that of even Stan. The man's groin flared of thick fur and his balls hung down in a furry sack, Kneeling before Stan the man smiled showing a straight set of true goat like teeth.
A long black tongue licked the semen from his leathery and hairy lips as Stan watched for the right moment. In a quick move Stan went to all fours, tail stiff and held high, he offered, "Fuck me with what you've grown!"
The man humped over Stan's back as Stan clenched his teeth in the moment of wild thrill. "In it goes brother!" said the man as his large red shaft bored into Stan's tight gripped ass.
Thrusting and rocking over Stan's back the man was getting very rough in his manner. Stan held his hands tight and with eyes closed bared the worst of the man's deep thrusting. As the humping slowed and a warm feeling came from Stan's guts he peered a look back over his shoulder.
The sight above was enough to frighten even a sex ravaged male Satyr.
There looking down at Stan was the full head with horns of one large mountain goat buck. A pair of fore legs were snugged over Stan's ribs and he looked at the sharpened shape of cloven black horny hooves. A peering look back again saw the big buck lean forward as to see Stan. The movement drove the stiff cock of the buck deep into Stan's guts.
A jerk of rigid pain he thought of his deep thrusts into Amy and Sarah. He remembered their moaning from his rough treatment as he satisfied himself while still in their pussies.
"I must rest!" said Stan.
No answer came from the man, then the big buck pulled his cock back. The feel of some great Python in his guts moving slowly to exit brought a satisfied calm to Stan. Never or ever had he felt such as what he'd just experienced. Rolling up to a half sitting, half goat leg crouching position Stan faced the man.
Torn sheets, blankets covered in strings of goat and satyr semen, the truck cab smelled of a barn. There standing on all fours and looking fully proud of himself was one full grown male buck goat.
Stan leaned forward to stroke the long beard of his new friend. The buck seeing his motion used instinct to suggest a possible attack. Lowering his head he rammed forward only to buck butt Stan's more solid and horned forehead.
The rattle and twisting of locked horns filled the bunk as Stan wrangled with his new friend over male supremacy. It was as the two had their horns locked and heads lowered into the bunk that the new buck goat let loose a hot stream of goat urine.
Stan wriggled his head free and sat there with the yellow stench running down into his beard. The big buck stretched out his long body as he stood on all fours in the bunk. Again he lowed his head as it was twisted back and down. Another hot stream or urine shot out the half erect cock and splattered onto his head and Stan's legs.
"Stop that you stupid fucking goat!" ordered Stan.
The big buck raised his head and looked Stan in the face. Slowly the tongue licked his salty urine from off those black lips. The mouth strained this way and that till from the throat came a voice and words.
"I am as you made me! My urine will bless us both into a mutual world of goats and more goats. I am now a goat, you shall join me soon, we shall rule our herd as friends." said the goat and then the words stopped.
Try and tried again the goat could not speak another human word, Baaing and grunting came whenever he tried. Stan reached his hands to offer comfort only to see his fingertips changing much darker and looking much like hooves.