A scared city boy teenager outside of his normal realm stands alone there as part of the vast open fields, rocky crags, and a cave opening worthy to become his new home. Tye entered the cave with his bedroll tucked under one arm, and as his eyes adjusted to the dimmer light he saw the cave had, or was the habitat of someone else.
The cave required some housekeeping done, there were animal droppings everywhere except for the matted bed made from woven Hemp plants tangled with dried flowers. There was a ring of stones where at sometime previous a cave dweller had had a fire to keep warm, or cooked a meal. Tye found old boxes similar to the food stuffs left there by the sheriff. The old boxes left Tye to ponder if there were another prisoner residing there to keep him company.
Tye did not have long to wait as he finished some cleaning an are for him to unroll his sleeping bag, he saw a shadow. He turned to look at the cave opening and saw there a dark silhouette of what was Charlie.
"Who are you," Tye screamed, he scared of the outline of something part man but mostly that of a large well endowed male goat standing upright, it holding its stance by use of fore-legs touching the ceiling to the cave.
"Charlie, prisoner Charlie is who I was, as from my years here I have changed, to become better suited physically to living of my life here in the wilds." Charlie said.
"You, you were a prisoner too, but how did you change? What I see is more like a large buck goat than a human, were you an anthro-goat coming here, or did you change later?" Tye asked, wondering as fearing if he in time would look like this monster goat thing.
"Ha, you ask pointed questions, so no, I arrived here being wholly human, but from my living with and coming to depend on my goat friends for food and later comforts, my body conformed to my lifestyle. I know you have noticed my much enlarged male self, as that change happened after I discovered that doe goats have needs like I have needs. As yes I have fathered many a young goat, and find it as a pleasurable pastime. I have changed enough to where I graze along with my herd, as in time you may decide to do what I did with the goats, I suggest you tend more to the sheep as they will need a new Ram come next year." Charlie said, as his words instilled in Tye dire worry, while he felt some sense of trust for Charlie telling it as life was for him.
Charlie had learned to prefer being his woolly goaty self, being naked all the time, as he kept to a safe distance from Tye, not wishing the lad to need smell what a buck goat stinks like!
It was after the first week of living and being near to see Charlie interact with his goats that Tye asked his partner in herding if he was always gay, or was a pervert.
Charlie laughed at the questions poised by Tye. "No on both accounts my friend, although to the sheriff and then you, what you see is a fellow who has learned that being a shepherd and mingling constantly with my goats, I unwittingly let them captivate me into their herd.
I got hungry to where I suckled on goat teats drinking raw milk.
I was molested by young goats wanting to suckle on my penis as if it were a teat, this impaired my morals as out here there is being as is an animal and no other humans to enforce the rules of modern society.
I did reciprocate and fondling of young goats their sheath and penis, one thing led to another and I became as playful of them as they with me. Boy goat hormones and doe milk I think did much to taint my body and begin reforming it to make living in the wilds as equal a comfort as do my herd mates. In time you may do as much or more mattering upon how you wish to live and look similar your friends, they being sheep. Understand this, that the sheriff will not be back to here anytime soon, he left me here for some years before having to check on me, we met and I as much scared him so, he peed his pants!"
"You mean I am stranded out here, is there no way to get to some civilized town?" Tye asked of Charlie.
"Towns, nothing within a hundred miles or maybe more, so to live here and remain alive you shall find the need to curb your ambitions and think about trusting the herd and hope for the sheriff to return before you too shall look physically similar to this what is me." Charlie replied, he having gone through having fears what hoped before he trusted his goats to help him survive.