Bob Joseph had been for the past nineteen years a freight conductor for the railroad. Since his divorce three years back he'd worked a 70 hour week making big money. As his duties of a conductor he was to check on the train and if seeing an open car door it was his to close and lock it.
The rolicking noise from Alex and the orgy bringing about his entrance to the world of equines made Bob stop and listen. As he stood at the front end of the car his ears prickled from the words, moaning, and wild bestial calls coming from the car. About ready to turn and head back for the locomotive it so happened the engineer called to Bob over his walkie-talkie.
Suddenly the sound of a human voice stopped all noise within the car. In a second Bob clicked off the radio and slipped under the couplers to stand on the opposite side. Looking back to his caboose and forward to the engine it was a long run to either.
On a dead out flat run he headed for the caboose. Bob clicked on the radio and called to Sam the engineer. "Highball, I'm heading back to the caboose, I've got some animal chasing me so get this thing rolling!"
Sam remembering his younger years working on the ground kicked the engines into wrung 2 and ran the slack out of the train. As cars bucked into motion by the moving engines the sound as as thunder rolling down the length of the train.
WHAM, and the car with Cedius and his fast growing herd of creatures and helpers lurched into motion all inside fell flat out.
Quickly the train picked up speed as the safety of his caboose came ever so nearer Bob slowed and readied to jump aboard. An arm swung out he took firm hold on the grabiron at one end of the caboose. A step up with one foot and picking the other off the ground he was at last aboard.
"Highball Sam get us to track speed A.S.A.P. and alert security about car # 212008. We have a bunch of hobo's or worse aboard and they will need an army to handle the lot!" said Bob over the radio.
The engineer did as his conductor asked and as the train sped up he knotched the throttle higher and higher. Soon the train was rocking down the track as an even 50 mph. Meanwhile Bob stood holding on to the grabiron which ran the ceiling length of his caboose for just such a movement.
As fear lessoned he felt the real urge to relieve his bladder. Being the only one in his cabbose he flicked off his suspenders and half dropped his coveralls for the needed release. Opening the door to the small toilet room he looked over his shoulder and around the caboose.
Stepping into the little space he heard the door slam shut and stood nose to nose with one damn pretty and overly sexy Satyress.
"Hello, I was getting so lonely, but now your here and we won't think about being lonely anymore!" said the slender figure.
The sight standing before him of a well endowed pair of breats and this furry formed woman was not to say the least a little thrilling to Bob. Standing in very close quarters the Satyress reached her fuzzy hands down to touch Bob's already erect dic.
"May I ask what the frick your are?" asked Bob in a shaky tone of voice.
"I'm Stella a Satyress deluxe as my Master Cedius would always tell me!" she replied in a soft and sweet sounding voice.
"What....!" said Bob as Stella cupped his maleness and made him very, very erect.
"It will be my pleasure to bring you into Master Cedius' fold! Tell me from deep in your heart, would you prefer to be a hearty big buck of a goat to fuck and mount for many years to come? Oh, or is my body form so thrilling you might choose to be as I and frolic as a Satyress? Please do tell!" said Stella.
Bob slowly reached a hand to the door latch and with a flick of his wrist the door popped open. A quick backstep and he stood looking at the full form of the Satyress. Peering down he looked at cloven hooves and even for a goatess two neatly shaped legs. Stella's crotch made Bob lick his lips as he stared into what most certainly would be the gates of hell.
A slow gaze up he took inventory of her furry back, tail, and those two stiff and wonderfully tapered breasts. Long flowing brown hair draped over her shoulders as she smiled seeing his wondering eyes. Her high cheek bones and a squared jaw seemed to make those pointed furry ears very welcoming to touch. As Stella's eyes flickered and she held out her arms begging Bob to come, Bob slammed the toilet room door shut.
A nearby railroad spike is what he used to prop the door open when the little room was filled with his rank scents.
"Now stay in there till we reach the yard and the Cops can have you!" yelled Bob as Stella moaned and began to cry.
Bob walked out onto the rear platform and breathed in the fresh air.
Holding on as the train sped alone he did not even notice his coveralls looped around his ankles. Suddenly he saw people pointing and heard ladies scream. A quick turn made him remember his fallen pants as he tripped and grabbing a handhold almost fell off the train.
A struggle for life found Bob crawling on hands and knees in thru the caboose door and he laid out on the old wooden floor. Breathing heavily from fear and his naked standing on the platform he thought of the report and his ultimate chewing out the Trainmaster would work.
Stella called from inside her little locked room. Bob listening to her calls tried to put her out of his mind but then suddenly realized her was fondling his maleness.
"Huh!" said Bob as he sat up. The fondling of what he was born with nolonger was not the same. Looking down he let out a slow and soft moan as the sight of a large furry sheath now filled his groin. A shaky hand fondled two much larger and fuzzy balls that hung loose in a long sack.
A whirling turn and he was on his knees looking down as the sight of his bestial sheath made his brain excited. Excited the brain pumped hormones and his shaft strained out red, pointed, and rigid as hard could be!
"Damn, oh damn!" spouted Bob as Stella called out, "Lover are you ready for me yet?"
Pushing his pants off and standing up Bob looked down at his long erect goat's cock, sheath, and hugh testicles. Standing up straight he closed his eyes in wild hope this was all a dream.
"It's no dream lover, their yours for life!" said Stella.
"I was happy being what I am, I don't want to lose what I have, you understand me bitch!" grumbled Bob.
"I'm a Satyress and not a bitch! Let me sing to you my Lover! Let the love you desire be your guide, Let the lust in your heart bring you near, Let me show you the passion only a Satyr can know, come now let me touch and see, see, see, you grow!" called out Stella.
Bob clenched his eyes shut and tried not to heed her loving call. Try as he did his hand reached out and removed the spike from the door handle. The steel door swung open and with a clipty clop Stella stood before the fear filled man.
"The choice has been made, a fine big buck goat shall you be my dear, dear Bob!" chidded Stella with a evil little grin.
As Bob struggled to say a NO to her lusting offer his voice was cut oof by one tongue reaching kiss. Stella's tongue grooped into Bob's mouth and his mind went wild with beastly passion. Even as the train bumped alone so also did Bob boink his new friend.