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I, me, as what I have become set sitting atop a high hill overlooking the fields and gullies of my domain.
Tilly, my dog and pet since before I gained my curse, she lies near a tree keeping watch over more than just me. She is alert to our surroundings, as she waits, keeping a watchful vigil for any who might dare to wander near.
My other dearest is Cassandra as she lies before me on the ground. She being more akin to being a doe goat than the woman she was when wandering the forest woodlands. As I love her so, she reminds me with a playful, occasional quick licking with her now black as long tongue. She taunts me, as likes to poke a quick licking slurp to arouse me. Cassandra grants me her fun feeling tickle across the width of my large, as healthy big furry goat balls.
Ah, sitting seated on the ground my back against a large, old tree. I watch her, casting an occasional glace down when from the feel of each new lick. She is playful, but needs not to remind me of my status with her, and those I chose to infect, transforming quite a few to being like her.
I am her sire, being in part a male goat and some of me still the manly human. I am cursed to be as a satyr true enough, as naturally willing to do as play and taunt too, at her doe goat sex. She enjoys this from both her human female past memories of us then too were lovers, and as the sensual creature she has evolved into during these many months.
Seated and thinking mostly of dark sensual thoughts, my concerns change as she slurps her tongue over my scrotum. I know we cannot remain here in our favored grotto as civilization is ever encroaching closer, and I being the bearer of my curse, must comply with the conditions of my being as a cursed individual. The primary duty of a satyr is to increase the numbers to his herd, and this I do demean as doom any and all of those I meet, giving them a taste of my love.
There is that ever present thought as a battle going on inside me between what was good, and what is now vile, dark, and evil. I look around and see those who were friends or friendly types having become something animalistic of form and/or beastly their mentality. A memory of the past and of the resent conquests gives me good reason for to feel a shivering-shudder. I hold in me a want for to be better, to accomplish something other than sex, damning, and causing nice people their doom. I became a thing worse than an animal knowing only lust and a never-ending desire for sex, befuddled with my curse for want of more sexual sensations, mine is a small world!
Ah, I realize what was me is mostly gone now and with the passing months being a satyr goat, I note the fur is spreading and I suspect in time, my Cassandra and I shall be then more as equals.
Suddenly, Tilly barks her alert to the coming of people, most being men. I jump up and strike a defensive stance on hairy legs and cloven hooves. I look beyond where sits Tilly as to the east, and I see them with ease, they dressed in their bright orange hunting jackets.
It was after all the fall season, and hunting season, reminding me of our need for a heightened state of being alert. “Dear friends, we must find a good place to hide.” I said to Cassandra and Tilly.
Preferring then at least to flee and hide lest I might take each hunter down and molest them into a mental and physical manner of being permanently submissive. We flee, as I run funny, not flat out like a horse, but with spurts, leaps and jumps. I am agile as can be, but for some silly reason my brain does not think correctly, as to allow me to just run in a level as a straight line.
Quickness and with our animalistic stealth we run a good distance from the onslaught of those men hunting, they talking, some near to drunk would shoot at anything hairy that might move among the bushes and trees.
Moments later I saw others and we took refuge inside a thicket, to snuggle down and lie quiet. We had not long to wait before the snapping of a twig announced the coming of another entering our realm. I peered cautiously from the thicket to see this slender figured fellow coming closer and closer. Tilly was all wiggles to dash at him, but I held her back, thinking of how things could be worse yet for her, if she were shot.
We continued to be vigil at surveillance of all around us, though it is I who felt undecided as what to do to, or then with the man if he were to come ever so close. To my horror he stopped and stood just a few yards from our tight thicket, to then begin the spreading of some rank scented liquid about the bushes and trees. The rank scent made Cassandra to raise her snout and sniff, as she rose up, taking a few steps closer to the edge of our hideaway thicket. She with her head raised high and that cute soft nose searched the breeze for want of smelling more scent.
I was close behind her as from the excitement her tail wiggles, brushing it across the fur on my low hung big balls. I looked down at her as my longing lust for more sexual desires saw she as aroused, but not for me. Her labia lips look puffy as well glistening of female juices, she was tempting me as only does one of her gender and species.
I know she wants to sniff up close what the man had spread. I am not without instinctive reactions to the bold scent, and as I think about the scent it tends to tingle in my nostrils too!
"Stag scent,” I said ever so softly, “That is what he spread, the scented odor of a male deer feeling of rut!" Wild as I felt then from the doctored bushes and trees with the spread scent, had me remembering of a time when my uncle took me along on one of his cruel exploits as a hunter. I became then as insulted, angry, and from the cursed beast in me I reacted accordingly by becoming aroused, my penis protruding out its sheath.
Tilly was first to note the approach of a deer doe moving toward the splash of rank scent that was filling the air.
My mind knew just what to do as defend our continued sense of privacy, though I was hindered by a limited ability to fight in a manly sort of fashion. I do have fists, but standing as a satyr goat creature, my arms need reach to strike, as throws me off balance, leaving instincts to fight by head-butting or wild hind high-kicks.
I am agile, maybe more than any man, but they have guns, and this evens out the conflict.
I tell Tilly to bark on my signal and draw the attention of the man, allowing me to stalk up close enough to spring upon him. Cassandra was too excited and quick as she lets loose her most mournful cry, as she of her kind could produce.
Tilly takes off at a run from out the thicket and the man turns as ready to shoot. I see my best window of attack as sprinting out from the thicket and with a great leap forward, I do a body slam of the bastard against a tree trunk.
My hit was hard enough to knock the wind and fight out of him, as then there was a scramble to rip his gun from clutched fingers. The gun falls to the ground and new scramble ensues, as a moment later he is without his weapon.
Hairy strong hands and arms pick up the hunter and I toss him to the ground, as I flop to set kneeling over his chest. I nestle my seated self to where my big furred balls set snugly under his narrow chin. I see his eyes widen from fright, as he never expected to see a real-live satyr such as am I!
With my hairy hand I reach, grab and rip back off his hat and hood, as he shrieked a shrill little scream. Imagine then the sudden stunned realization for me a satyr to see my prey was not a man, but a she, a lady hunter, how quaint!
Though my mindset remained vigilant and she having seen me assures her certainty of a beast-like doom, the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one, her!
My infecting curse shall retain our privacy of the herd, as her gaining of a knowledge about me a satyr being as real, requires that she too become as a member of our herd. Her eyes tell all as she gawks at my massive furry balls, scrutinizing her gawking at my goat-buck sheath, while watching the pointed head of a deeply red colored, as half aroused, erect cock standing near to ready, capable to infect yet another into joining a more beast-like existence.
Cassandra walked close, she giving her look at the huntress, while lowering her head as she cocks it to gain a close view of she, her, our new caught-prey.
Tilly prances over to give her greeting and sits down keeping her wise and watchful eyes bearing on the lady and any movements.
Just about then she spoke, sounded as stunned, her voice shaky, she begs for me to let her go, as if I had for so many for others before her. Naturally, she promised not to tell a sole of what she had seen.
As from where I sat, I felt her body shiver and shaking from fear but not of injury, as her seeing such as me would make a bold man weep like a baby.
My first thought was to act out of consideration and kindness to a beautiful young woman. I began to rise up and near to standing up and away as to release her, of showing my ever present ideals for good will. I would have, but as I started to get to my every goaty hind feet she tried to reach for a hunting knife, it sheathed inside her high left boot.
Tilly was her quick self and launched at the lady grabbing as biting the dangerous hand. One nip and the lady withdrew her hand from reaching for the knife. She then scooted her cute butt across the leafy ground trying to reach again for her weapon.
Her aggressive attitude changed my mind as I leaped at as again onto her, covering her soft chest and leaning forward until we were nose to nose.
My satyr instinct took over and I remember the blur of my hands unbuttoning as well removing her clothing, my fun friends helping, until moments later she laid there on the cool damp ground, being quite naked.
Tilly growled in her aggressive best, she was enough to keep the woman from trying to escape. Cassandra too, did her part and laid her hefty doe goat weight over the two shin bones, effectively keeping her helpless and in place for my whims.
I sat over the young as scared woman eyeing her as she stared at my protruded goat cock, it being quite morbid of form and color as compared to one born on a man. As my cock continued to stiffen I reached a hand to begin stroking of it, gaining in me my animal desires, stroking it and me into a sexual frenzy.
Thinking only with satyr thoughts my idea was simply to make her suck me dry, and she then become a woodland faun to chase about and play. She had the sleek form worthy of making a most sensual faun, and the more I thought of how she would look, the more my cock began to leak pre as sputter out shots of cum across, as between those lovely tapered, as aroused womanly breasts.
She then began pleading with me and knowing in her heart what I was thinking of doing, a satyr molesting her right then and there, as she offered me riches untold.
Her offers were in vain as a satyr needs not money but just sex, sex, and unending sexual pleasures.
I reached down my hands under her arms and stood her upright. As she hung there in my grasp I looked at her and felt more aroused as willing to add yet another to my herd. She hung there naked before me. As I took to looking into her face my eyes bringing hers to focus only at me, as I drew us into a snug hugging.
Oh how nice she was so warm her body to mine, a welcome partner on chilly fall nights. My satyr natural senses told of her fear fading, replaced by a sense of want and arousal. It was at that moment she relaxed and allowed me to hug her tightly, as we felt a mutual want for joining. She drew up close to my hairy body, we felt my goat cock wiggle across the soft skin of her belly. To which from the sensual feeling I smiled as she smiled, so I lifted her, allowing for my stout shaft to slide into position, poised for an entry.
I let her down so slowly, and with this my cock moved up inside her wondrous body. She moaned as did both Tilly and Cassandra, they having fond knowledge as of how nice we enjoy our sexual play.
A sense of mutual bonding began between what her, a young woman then and me, my animal goatish self as mating with her, she a fantastically beautiful woman.
A sire Billy goat takes but a short time to rise and mount. His savage thrusting brings him to climax quickly and most withdraw, as only to jump and mount the nanny several more times. Normally I was no different in this pattern of having sex. Yet with holding her slender soft form in my hairy strong arms, she seemed different from all those who came before.
Even without doing any thrusting I felt the onrush of my semen spewing out the open end of my stiffened cock. She wiggling as my semen spewed, the fear in her eyes changing to a gaze of pure passion. She began her change of demeanor, as then kissed me passionately, her tongue pursing inside my mouth, becoming entangled of flesh with flesh, what I felt as saw from her eyes was a sense of willing acceptance.
Her male friends began calling her name, “Michelle,” as she smiled, kissed me again, her hands petting my goat ears, fondling them to stiffen me again to a second heightened climaxing. We all returned to the thicket and laid there until sundown, as Michelle and I mated; causing her body to change, conform, as within a week of frolicking she would be a Satyress.
I knew from past experiences that Michelle being human as then satyr-like, she would escalate her desires to mate with buck goats too!
Animal sex tends to excite and excel changing, as once she tried it her body would begin conforming more to the breed of hers or my favorite animal.
It was a month after Michelle joined my herd that she wandered away, walking by then upon all fours, her udder and teats giving her new thrill sensations. By then she forgot she was ever anything other than a common farm animal. That is the good about her new lifestyle, while the bad is of our future and kind, we are lost in a seeking of pleasure, as never finding enough to last the tests of time.
We shall continue, as Tilly being a dog shall remain at my side. Cassandra and Michelle from my cursed infecting nature did continue to know more physical changes, until October they became as goatly sisters, still in love with me.
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