No human could, no man would ever know how, but you are right now finding what life and sex is all about for a Goat.
Rachel too has had her own human delights rewritten to those of a horny and in heat nanny goat. She wiggles and offers her hairy rump as you sniff for the scent of sexual urge that gives the buck his deep and driving desires.
Up you bound and straddle here side as cloven forehooves wiggle with anticapating joy. Hip thrust the red inflammed cock for the wonderous feel of moist warmth.
At last the mark is touched an deep you thrust in one massive Goat like surge. Rachel groans from the feel of a stretched out vagina. You grunting is of a savage beast in horrid rut and wanting to satisfy the urge.
Now she pushes back to grant your cock the extra feelings from thrust upon thrust. Soonthe tickled hairs of your goaty sheath tingles the hairs around her sweet nanny goat pussy. Raw animal passion takes firm hold and the goat you are is the goat fucking a nanny.
Laughter and groanings help build you driven desires as the feeling builds and builds. Savage are your thrusts as the urge for release is past the peak and a frenzy now takes hold.
Grunting, moaning, the group of Satyrs begin to get in motion with you and poor Rachel. It's happening, your cumming, the juices shoot down that cock and spray into the depths of Rachel. Balls churn and the cock remains very erect. Your mind is overwhelmed with sexual desire as nothing else in the world matters but your own pleasures.
At last your balls are dry and the frenzied minutes done. Humped over Rachel's coarse haired back you let the red cock soften. Rachel turns and with sweet moaning would have you begin again. Oh if but you could but balls are dry and cock slowly slithers out of the tight and grabbing pussy.
It's over, both you and Rachel now reside a goats for the pleasure of Satyrs and animals alike. A rope around your neck pulls you from the sweetheart you've loved for so long. A turn of the head you look back and see Rachel. A line of horny Satyrs stands behind her, lined up and willing as she being now a nanny goat stands willing as well.
What could one do but accept the life and form of a goat. Tell me now what will you do?