The warm rays of sunshine send the she-devils back into the shadows where they love to hide. As much you feel relieved they are gone, the undeniable fact remains, Lysaila transformed you, you are a goat, a large breed of a male, a herd sire capable, and according to your familiar, you are stuck as being that way for a month's time. Walking then on all four you begin to feel the sensations of being a naked animal facing a cruel existence. Standing in the doorway to the barn of the old mansion, you look around and wonder what next to do or where to go.
A thought is the book left back in the mansion foyer, and of what it contained maybe it would offer you a way to change back to being the true you. Leaping into a happy trot, you march along toward the mansion but need be halted when faced with a tall wooden gate, it something the rushing wind had blown you over as past the previous night.
The continues to rise and with it you stand amazed catching the scent of similar smells like those horny goats you had to service all night, the scents are different but also the same. As if drawn toward those favorable scents and away from the mansion, you trot across the grassy and weedy pasture to stand upon a hilltop.
"Baa," you cry, feeling nervous and scared, the bleating sound is about all the limited sounds you can make for trying to communicate to the world. Just then your eyes see movement below, to your surprise you see a doe goat walk out past the end to a green hedge. Seeing her, for some unknown reason you know who she is, it is Alice, as a moment later Lulu steps past the hedge. You baa to your herdmates and feeling want for company and the dislike of being lonely, you run toward them with goaty glee, elated, leaping and bounding as they seeing you begin to bleat their manner of welcome as well.
Running toward your mates, you see coming past the hedge then there is Francine, Mabel, Wanda, Joy, Harmony, Nichole, Abagail, Pamela, Ashia, Tarantella, Mona, Zesty, Topeka, and or of course the one and only gay male in our herd, kinky Pucker butt Wiener."
Gambling together as if you were lost from the herd and they your nannies felt alone, in the uproar of bleating, sniffing of rumps, the passing thought about the book in the foyer is remembered and forgotten almost in a split second. The wild as sensual fun frolicking previous night has prepared you for what your horny herd-mates will be wanting from you during that day and the weeks to follow as you tend to the business of living like a male goat to a herd.
Little doubt in your thoughts as to what you will like doing by day and the quiet time to think during the dark of night. The herd does more than suggest to you your place in their meager lives, as a buck goat likes best to feel like a buck goat!
The brisk northern winds spell a change in the weather, and the occasional feel of the cold brings back recall of clothing you wore might be in the barn still. Oddly you try to walk toward where your warm clothing lies in a barn stall, but Alice and some of the herd head you off, keep you near to them they and their passions like having a stud buck close by. As that day passes seemingly very slowly, the days of the week pass and the memories fade, as do worries about Lysaila returning someday. Then first week and then the second, as by the third week you mind works on the basic level as if you born to be a buck goat. The instincts prevail and actions done occasionally spark a memory of a bother, the worst of these was when with some stretching, you would urinate on you head and face before mating with a doe goat, they think your urine is perfume!
A wild afternoon, as every goat in the pasture including Wiener was asking of you to mate with them, making the normally pretty pink male member turn red and burn from the sexual abrasion of vaginal thrusting in all but Wiener. Lying under a maple tree offering shade, as chewing of cud, the tortured goat cock hung long from out the sheath, it red as a beet. A tongue licking of it turned to renewed touchy torture, as wondering about the thing you felt a concern if it lived or was dead.
A doe goat walked close ans laid down being snug to you, she eying you, as you tend to remember her as well. Touching you, she at long last turned her head and facing you, she spoke in English and said, "This is the night if you wish to try and satisfy the three of us, Lysaila will be there too, do you hear me, can you understand my words?"
At the first you did not understand what the goat was speaking about, your vocabulary for the past month was quite limited in its nature.
Feeling something in your throat you tried to speak as well, asking of the doe goat you said, "Do we do this often during the any month of the year?"
Bleating a sort of laugh at the question, she replied, "Yes Master, once each month, as this month is by being a goat, as in next month is being a pony, and the month after that is of being swine. Twelve times a year we get together as various animal forms and fornicate for a night, last month you lost your humanity and stayed on being a buck goat with this herd.
You need to learn how to mate with lack of delight and more as would a dumb beasts if you wish to keep from a lifetime of woe, and become an animal male in our devilish little game."
She took you along to the barn where like you had for the past month you mated then with four doe goats, finishing all before the sun rose in the eastern sky.
As if it were a wild as wet sexy dream you awoke lying in you own bed, wearing pajamas, you sat up and looked around the room seeing there opened drawers filled with underwear, socks, and clothing. Getting out of bed you are surprised to stand then upright, on two feet, as you have hands again. Opening the closet you took out a shirt, pants, and some black shoes. A soft sighing sound caused a quick turn to see sitting there on the other side of your king size bed sat her, your familiar.
"Morning," you said, "I think I will take a shower this morning." As looking at Lysaila she winks, and replies, "That is a good idea, as after a month of being a buck goat, you stink!"
Thinking about her and recalling the first night being a male goat with three she-devil goats, the month of time being a buck goat in pasture, you sniff, and must agree, you do stink like a dirty goat!
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