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My friend Richard worked at a university, although not as a professor of anything, but he was not dumb. Rich worked as a custodian there for some thirty years, he cleaned as gleaned, picking up items he thought held of value to him, especially as of low worth to someone leaving the items lying around. His favorite place to clean and glean was the library building. Rich was a man well read in books from many varied walks of life, as by happenstance he saw and gained a rare book normally kept in the restricted book cage there at the library.

I asked him on occasion as to how he would sneak his finds away from where they rightfully belonged.

Rich would smile and say he had learned his ways well enough to get most anything he wanted to add to his expanding collection of books.

Rich and I were modeling railroad buffs, and enjoyed traveling together for a day to take photos of trains at varied favorite scenic vantage points along the railroad tracks. It was when we were together we would talk and he usually brought up a subject he read something of in a new acquisition. The more recent outing which remains fixed in my mind was of a discussion we had while standing on a rural road bridge over the tracks, as we were waiting for a train to come into our camera view.

As we stood there or were walking back and forth while on that bridge the scene directly below, and to the right of the tracks became sordidly sexual of nature. Where we were was in an area of lush green farm country, and below us were in plain view a band of ponies grazing, as one of them was acting as if he were courting a mare. As we talked, we could not look away, seeing as the stallion leap suddenly upon a mare. That equine technique and libido did delight Richard almost as much as it did the mare.

On occasion when were together, my friend would expound upon some of the weirdest of subjects, and those ponies mating seemed to captivate his mind and imagination. As he focused his camera down toward the wrenching activity, he began asking if I ever thought about what it might be like if I were something other than what I was born. Rich asked as well if I ever had wanted of making my maleness as enlarged, granting a healthier wealth of sensations.

Of fact I had not thought much on such fantasy ideas, as with age a man thinks about his reality and plans for the future. I made mention of that purpose in life for men of our ages, as Richard looked away from the mating ponies to squint his eyes, as to suggest I was maybe too mature for wanting sexual pleasures. That afternoon as we stood on the bridge, I believe Richard took more photos of those ponies, and of one stallion there, as he mated, and later stood masturbating away his anxieties.

Rich stated that his wife and he in their marriage had come to where they never enjoyed any sexual sensations. This was my friend speaking a revelation on a subject that I felt was too much information for my tender ears. He said he had gained a recent acquisition that held within it the secrets to grant men and or women a renewed desire for greater sensual relationships. To his commenting I had-had enough of talking about his recent gained obsession with sexuality, as he forgot about our mutual thrill for photographing of trains.

He became insulting toward the late afternoon of that day, as he focused again using his longest lens, snapping off several close-ups of the pony stallion feeling his male passion, it working hard at his ambition toward liking mares.

Then the fun afternoon went to heck when and just after the pony stud discharged another load of his semen into the grasses and weeds, Rich stated how he would love to have his penis be of similar size, length, and of such crude as bestial contours.

I decided we had enjoyed that bridge and its vantage point to the fullest, as packed up my equipment and began walking back to where I had parked my car. Richard continued to stand there upon the bridge, as asking me why I wanted to leave there when the sunset made for such great scenes. I looked up then at him and voiced my opinion about our afternoon together as being the most outlandish a humiliating an experience.

The drive back toward home was very quiet, and when asked, Richard said he had lost any appetite for stopping at our favorite roadside root beer stand, he wanting to go straight home. I dropped Rich off at his house, he getting out of my car and without as much as a “Good evening my friend,” as he summarily marched into his house as if angry.

The sense of maturity in men our age works as we tend to forget about small disagreements like what Rich and I exchanged that Saturday. As I would have thought very little about it if not for going to bed, sleeping and having a vivid dream about Richard and his fantasies.

As I said, the dream was so real!

I was standing upon that bridge and watched as took photos of Richard walking down the embankment and to the pasture fence. I remember feeling horny and elated as watching my friend disrobe, leap the wire fence, and then fall to a kneeling position as if he were taking a moment to pray.

Suddenly I felt the breeze stiffen and from behind me came a dust-devil whirlwind what passed over the bridge and stopped as encircled there the kneeling friend, the dust cloud obliterating a clear view of Richard. As then the whirlwind dissipated into a whooshing breeze, there stood Richard, his manlier appearance being quite different. He turned his head to look up at me on the bridge, as then fell forward; like he began walking on all fours. I stood there amazed to see my friend having become a duplicate of the pony stallion we saw earlier during the afternoon. I watched then as Richard pranced toward the pony band, he began courting a gray mare.

Richard repeated everything accomplished or as I saw the stallion pony mating his chosen mare. As Richard did not stop with just one mating session, as he would fall away and leap back up and begin rutting the mare until in my dream I saw her spew brood from her rump, and fall to the ground as if she had died from too much mating.

I awoke to the sounds of sirens, of the county paramedics literally flying past the front of our house, as next came two police cars and an ambulance following along behind. What was a usual peaceful Sunday, when then seated in church the minister said before beginning his thankful prayer to remember the sad loss of Misses Brown, and of Richard, losing his dear wife, as she had died earlier that morning.

I sat there stunned by hearing the sad news, as my wife and I were good friends with both Richard and Sadie. When we drove home after the church service my wife asked me some probing questions about Richard and his ideals. Her questions tweaked in me the memory of the weird dream and of the mare dying from too many times being bred. The thoughts of our Saturday together and what Richard wanted to talk about bothered me greatly.

When the wife and I returned home, she phoned a friend and neighbor to the Brown family and gained some strange news.

Richard, the police had in custody, were questioning him of what happened, telling him they needed to know, or would arrest him, as charged with having murdered his wife in a grotesque manner. According to the friend of my wife, she had heard the sirens and seeing them next door, she went to be of some help.

What she saw made her sick as the paramedics tried their best to stop the massive hemorrhaging, seeing blood gushing from between the legs of Sadie. The medic there stated her internal organs were damaged, primarily her liver as the blood was very dark its color.

She said the police officers were questioning Richard as he sat in the kitchen. He had on only a bath robe; was barefooted, and the front of him covered in the blood from his wife.

According to what the friend told the wife, when the police decided to arrest Richard, he was allowed to go to his bedroom and get dressed. Then there came this large whirlwind what was almost a tornado its strength of winds. The whirlwind settled upon as around the Brown family house sending everybody there to seek safety. Minutes later, and the whirlwind faded away, the police went wild as Richard took advantage of the freak storm and fled the scene.

The police searched for Rich everywhere, they came to interview my wife and me, they wanting to know if he had some favored hideaway. As after a week of looking, not a clue did anyone have as of where Richard might be hiding. What usually happens is that more recent or pressing matters and events tend to sway public attention from one news item to the next.

After two weeks of Richard having gone in hiding, his house began to look uncared for, so I took the liberty to go there and mow the lawn. My wife said my concern was admirable, and so I went weekly to mow and take care of the lawn, as well the gardens at the Brown family manor.

Week number four to the very day since the supposed murder and disappearance of Richard, I went to mow the lawn, and walking around the house to the storage building to get the mower, what should I see, as there stood the same chestnut colored pony with a flaxen mane and tail, the like of what I saw in that wild nightmare of my dream. As I rounded the corner of the house the pony jerked to an alert state, he eyed me, his tail flicking occasionally. He was grazing when I first saw him, but stood then alert, watching me walk past him to get to the lawnmower.

When I opened the doors to the storage shed, the pony whinnied, as then pranced toward me, acting as if he were elated to find someone. He came close to me, his manners that of being tame and wanting affection. I was wary but reciprocated, as fingering fondled the peak of his flaxen colored mane between his ears. The pony made then a sound as would a mare moaning from her delighted sense similar to feeling seduction.

Standing closer toward me, the pony pressed his head and face snug against my abdomen. The pony made a snuffling sound as if he felt affection. His manner of touch did more than give me goose pimples, it sparked in me a complete quick recalling of my weird nightmarish dream.

Then and as if I had regressed some fifty years in age, I spoke to the pony and said something like, “You remind me of seeing a friend in my dream!”

No sooner said than I received an answer, as where the pony had pressed his head and my guts began to ache. Such pains, the sudden spiked pain made me sink to slump forward, placing the pony as taller by more than a foot. I turned my head and looking up at him, I said with a questioning tone, “Richard?”

The pony and I looked as stared eyes to eyes as in my mind I felt an urge to enter the house, as for knowing where the backdoor key Sadie had placed in dirt of a hanging flower pot hung beside the door. I did as what my inkling suggested, and paid no mind to the pony, as he followed me and entered the house, trotted past me as if it knew where he wanted to go.

Startled back to reality, I set to chasing the pony, as it went its merry way to the private study and library belonging to my friend Richard.

The pony stepped between the large cherry wood desk and the leather swivel chair, as set its big furry butt into the chair and leaned on its fore knees as if ready to use the desk to read a book. Indeed, as right there set a book lying open, and a black felt cloth lying partially covering a half page.

Cocking his head the pony then ogled his left eye close to the book, as with a snort of air out his nostrils he blew away the felt cloth from where it lay covering.

I stood in the doorway just watching, as not understanding what the pony knew or planed next to do.

The pony snuffled three times as upon the fourth time it made a noise I could have sworn I heard it speaking words, using English but of some ancient European style dialect. A few moments later and the room felt drastically warm, becoming sweltering hot to where I began to perspire heavily. The pony set there and looked up at me, showed his teeth as if giving me a horse-laugh.

“Yes my Lord, you called me away to meet with you in a place of more pleasant a temperature. You have something you wish done?” The words as said came from the center of the room, but not a sole could I see standing there…?

“Was this…, man there bothering you, no…, oh most assuredly I can, is now a good time, then let it be so,” as said a voice speaking fluent English. Meanwhile what looked as a translucent form standing before the desk, it made of searing heat waves stood motionless.

“Greetings my friend, and yes it is I, what you see is the changed body of the man you knew to be Richard A. Brown. If you remember your weighty conversation there on that Saturday, as stood on the bridge, and then your dream, would it not seem purposeful for me if I governed such powers, to request then helping him become a pony stallion, for fun!

Yes, he is quite as still himself, alive inside this stout form, and for the past few weeks, he has enjoyed his fantasy fun being a stallion.”

“Richard,” I said questioning what I just heard said, as I asked of him, “Do you feel no remorse for having caused that horrible death to your dear wife?”

The silence then within the room became as dense as was the boiling pillar of heat waves making the room air smell as feel rather toasty.

“Dead, my Sadie is dead, when did it happen, what was the cause, I know nothing about it…!

All I did was to invoked a spell from this book, as then meet my new found as warm friend here, who said he could easily change my penis to equal the cock of that pony stallion we watched breeding a mare. As I thought of that I asked then of him if he could make from me a similar chestnut colored pony, and allow me to enjoy being a pony for about thirty days. We were in full agreement and all I remember is my awakening looking like this as a stallion, me a pony with a herd of some twenty horny mares.”

“You there, Mister Pillar of Heat, do you wish to tell your Lord what became of his wife?” I said in asking, but heard no reply, so I said then to Rich, “From what I heard and learned later, you molested Sadie that Saturday night, as thrust so deep and with such force you burst her womb, driving your cock through her liver as causing her agonizing death. You then disappeared after rigorous questioning sessions by the police. You fled the scene as well your responsibilities by the use of a large whirlwind, and some magic.

Then today, this morning when we met, you were grazing on your backyard lawn, seeing me you reacted as if friendly. This brings us up to date, unless your wavy friend there would care to explain his part in this travesty.”

Suddenly, the pillar of heat began to move toward where I stood.

“Richard, call off your dog!” I said, as much demanded of Richard, with me using my stouter as stern a sounding voice.

“Decatur, stop what you were planning to do to my… truth bearing a friend.

From what I spellbinding wanted as part of me, did you cause my dear wife to die the way he said? All I wanted was for you giving me a pony penis and then mate with Sadie. Instead you filled me with blind animal lust, urging me to act beastly, making me as to ramming inside her until her organs burst.”

“Yes my Lord, as intended from the by-laws specified within the Tome, a human sacrifice was required before you could accept or gain the mastery of great magical powers. All the articles are written into the Tome, as stated if you read thoroughly the rules of commitment. Foolish is the man who begins reading a book from the center to the end and fails to learn all of what is required.” The devilish spirit stated said, as then remained in place quietly, it awaiting what Richard might offer a reply.

“It would seem that no amusement is free of some cost!

Sadie was a good wife and the mother to your five children, you should return to being the real you and tend to your troubles.” I said, as much to rebuke my friend for acting with such lack of concern or forethought.

“Promise me you will not hurt my children,” Richard said as asked of his devil so named Decatur.

The devils sighed as giggled, he saying, “Lord, read page six, the second paragraph, and read aloud for all to hear!”

Richard was still quite a pony but by making use of his right foreleg and hoof, he brushed the bulky pages over until he managed to find page six.

A moment of reading the paragraph silently, Rich then hacked a cough to clear his throat and voice, as he began to read aloud. “Primary survivors are forbidden to all offspring, their names being deleted from the Book of Life, as when a lord prefers to transform away from his birthright or species. As well and by Mastery design decides for all to follow in similar fashion and form to transfer of person to deemed species, regardless the wish of a lord, his spell, or for reasons of disablement, said high court then need decide the final fate of all concerned if this statute is disobeyed…, The Master authorizes said lord freedom to live in any form what pleases, court females of choice, and meet their basic needs of wealth, food, shelter, and clothing, if required.”

“What then of my children, did my request for a fun fantasy fandango do them harm?” Richard asked the devil there.

A heated wave of a devilish spouted sigh, and the devil answering said to Rich, “Did you not read the binding rule? As to your children, James, Frank, Conway, Alice and Jennifer, when you transferred to another species, they and their wives or husbands and all offspring did as well become equines, they ponies. Those of your offspring became the members of your pony herd. As so your three sons became the young stallion, your adversaries you fought with for breeding rights. The daughters became your brood mares, their children being then as ignorant foals!

They remain there as they were, content together when you leaped the fence and trotted to come here.

Your life history changed when you changed, your wife having died before you completed your bodily transfer to being a pony at stud.”

“Change me back and my children too!” Richard said as with a demanding tone.

That devil named Decatur then chuckled, as said, “One miracle to a customer, read then page seven, paragraph five, where it clearly states, only one transfer of species to any the physical persona of a Lord. You had your fun fandango for a month, gained by the added bonus for doom-damnation of your wife and offspring. The Magnificent Master grants lords of your merit the biblical lifespan of three score and ten years as times-ten, making an exceedingly long lifespan for a mortal. Though in your case scenario, asking to become a pony stallion at stud might become rather a monotonous lifestyle totaling the sum of seven hundred years.”

“Oh wow,” I exclaimed as said, having heard how then my friend had coming to him as his life to live for seven centuries, “Being a pony, Rich that seems a boring sort a of life, eating grass, living as does a pony, walking around in shit and piss filthy corrals, and mating when the mares beckon you to come and pay them call.

Yup, deal with a devil and expect to get took big time!”

Having heard then his devil familiar delighting to defame Richard for being foolish, I seconded that notion. Richard set there and began to sway his pony head as if getting angry, likely with some sense of jealousy toward me. A few long as silent moments and Rich then began to do his trick of hoofing over pages through his stolen archive of dark magic. He cocked his head and ogling his left eye down to read each chosen page, until what he read seemed to satisfy him. He leaned then back in his large leather clad chair, looking in my direction, he offered me his curled upper lip and a view of his green tainted teeth.

“Beware human; your so-called friend is considering placing an unfriendly curse upon you.” The devil Decatur said, making me wonder on which side of the proverbial fence he stood.

I am a man of quick decision-making and action, so before bedeviled Richard could utter his spellbinding curse upon me, I rushed forward, scooping up as slamming closed his big book of magic spells, and walked back to where I stood previously in the door way.

“No my friend, you damned you and yours, I will not have you do the same to my family and me!” I said and meant what I did, as Richard sat up in his chair and glared toward his hot pillar, fiend, and familiar.

That said, I turned around and with the stolen book under my arm, as I exited the house and drove home, decidedly happier as hoping to never meet Richard again. Yet that was too easy an out for me to get away, as Richard when a man was very clever.

That night, my wife retired to bed early she saying how she had a headache. I stayed awake to see the late news report on television. As I sat there in my family room, the television turned on but muted, I began to notice the room becoming very warm. When my forehead began to bead drips of perspiration I thought of what happened earlier that day.

“Decatur?” I said with a question manner, wondering if he were nearer than what I would wish.

“I give a warm greetings from your humble servant to his new Lord, that being you as the master of the Tome of Amethyst. Your friend and my previous master had one last request which I thought proper to his situation. Before I aided him his returning to rejoin his small herd, I wrote for him an addendum to his becoming as equine. As seven hundred years being an animal and pony stallion would be indeed as hell on earth.

As I was saying, that Richard will transition every twenty years into an ever larger equine breed of ponies, zebra, horse, gaining size until he ends his existence being a huge draft horse. Unbeknownst to him is the reasoning my Master agreed to the change in the spell, as with every other transition to a different breed, Richard shall change genders.” Decatur the devil stated said of how he tricked and dealt with his previous master.

Decatur being a pillar of searing heat, his coming to me spawned some doubts and or fearful concerns. “I would be thankful for you coming to pay me homage and a visit, if not that you might expect me to bow and swear an oath of allegiance to your higher Master. I will not swear any oaths, and as for that book, tome or whatever, come tomorrow I plan to return it to the university library, back inside the restricted depository.” I stated, as my morals and religious beliefs being what they are to me, to own a devilish book of spells was not my style.

“Oh no my master, you need not swear any oaths, as your friend known now as Prince, before he returned to his temporary home and farm, he did place a spell upon you. As from the curse you can continue to hold ownership of the tome, those managing the library have since forgotten it was ever in their restricted depository.

So, of what is then the curse upon you, I would wager was your next question for me to answer, and I shall with glee, inform thee.

Master Richard Brown held a great fantasy desire for owning the male genitals similar to a Welsh breed stallion pony, and so now he does, as shall for a long, long time to come!

He liked you greatly as a friend, and would if you had shown any interest for having the genitals of a stallion anything, have granted such to grow and flourish upon your body. However, and with your rebuking him, as scoffed him for his love of fantasies, before he returned to begin the new breeding season, he donated to you a spellbinding sexual curse.

I trust you love your wife, and she delights with you, as beginning this evening, your maleness shall begin to change. Penis, testicles, and the re-growth of the foreskin into a sheath shall you conform, becoming like that what sets as hangs under the groin of a male goat.

Yes sir, do please examine your genitals, and see there the much enlarged testicles, enhanced productivity, being similar in size to a pair of furred Avocado fruit. Yes, yes do feel of them, note the fur covered sack, as how loose it hangs, can sway, bumping, bonking off your human thighs.

See too, your’ personalized furry goat sheath growing out your lower abdomen, two inches below your navel. Feel its softness, the extreme sensuality of the sheath-lips. Stroke your sheath and see emerging from it the dark-red, almost purple colored cock like that belonging to a buck goat.

Do not be fooled by the pencil size to its girth, as your cock skin is extremely sensitive to touch, it responds well when slipped between the labia lips of a female, or her oral lips as she would then begin to suckle.

This time of night is perfect for you to begin by masturbating, as to expel all your purely human semen and allow then the replace of it with wholly, unholy goat semen. Enriched are your testicular orbs, as spent semen is replaced within seconds after ejaculation, making sure your sensual exploits as unquenchable from enjoyment of your new sexuality!

The curse placed limits upon the preliminary proportions your body could conform similar to becoming enhanced to look like a male goat. The previous master wished for you to feel an undeniable need for mating, whether with your wife, as any human female, or by leaping a fence and begin fornicating with doe goats. Human fornication does nothing to make you appear more as if born of being an animal, a goat.

However, if you were to prefer as breed with a true born animal, a doe goat, sheep, or any hoof bearing animal, then the curse would invoke a beastlier nature and form as the new you. Such a form then shall cause changes distinct with making you to becoming a male satyr. Such a satyr would demean ten others, men, women, or teenagers to further along this curse, your bodily self, if acting similar to delighting, being a satyr, you enjoying of males, then shall your doom be deterred.

Come now and I will cool my heat, until I might suckle, helping you to begin the changing of form and learning how a goat feels desires for female companions.”

I stood there and with my hands covering my face, horrified of what sort of sordid life Richard was forcing me to lead, and-or want!

What the devil Decatur said was becoming a truth, my balls were growing larger, they felt weighty, and sensual to the touch. I dropped my pajama bottoms to the floor to allow me a fuller view and fondling access of touching my different maleness. I moaned as I touched my sheath, feeling then from inside it the stirred movement of an erection beginning.

Moaning continued coming from me as to advise Decatur of my delighted sensual feelings. When then I asked of him, said, “Devil, the sensations I feel, what would happen to my family, the wife and my offspring if I asked of you to change me into being a herd-sire buck goat?”

“Not a thing my master, as it was a curse done by Richard cursing you. He felt hurt by your scoff of him and his sensual desire caused the demise of his family and heritage. He wanted you to learn and know what it is like dealing with the sensualities, passions, and bestial lust he felt. The bestial lust drives your desires, as heightened senses such as smell and learning the scents and flavors of females feeling a want or need for breeding shall become undeniable for you, as it is of a born male goat.

Even now, the early senses of bestial desires are affecting your judgment. Do you not feel a desire to go to your misses, to sniff her, to lick her vagina and be assured she has a need?

She lies in bed but her headache was an excuse, where she really hurts is in her groin. Go to her, gain renewed passion between you both, as if you fight with these emotions, the curse will continue making changes until if you wait too long, your wife will have a large male goat as her husband.

She is laying their feeling very horny, so go to her, and enjoy a night of free pleasures. Worry not my master, the curse has with it a fear-blinding aura, you radiate a scent what heightens a female sense of passion, they become so elated with lust your form will be to them a something heaven sent.” Decatur said, as pointed toward our bedroom, my goatish masculinity held a growing passion within me to deny what I felt; it was just the beginning of my feeling of beastly lusts.

Indeed, my sense of judgment was becoming affected, I began to drool at the thought of going to my wife as sniffing her, licking her labia lips, and ravishing her body. What the devil Decatur said was happening, my saliva became as frothed foam my spit, as I drooled the lust in my groin pressed out my sheath a narrow, but extremely sensual penis. I felt of it as it rose out past the furred sheath.

The touching of it made me groan with lust what increased as fed upon the sensation to make want for more, more, and more. “Oh, oh, oh look I am leaking pre, my penis is something beastly its color, of contours, and the length, what I see, it must be more than a foot long!

Decatur, my devilish… fiend…, is it now that I should stroke it and masturbate out my human semen?” I knew what I said, what I asked and as well what in me I wanted, but I had to be sure what I did was not going to make me feel any worse.

Snickering, Decatur answering said, “Yes master, now is a good time to masturbate, for as I said, to hold back, to deny your passions will cause changes, as you will make the curse worse and become outwardly looking more like a goat, finding it difficult to hide from peering eyes.”

I did it, I followed the suggestion of Decatur, as masturbated myself for the first time in forty years. The sensual action helped for a few moments to quell my sense of lust, only to have it return with a worsened desire for more sexual sensation. As I held on to it and tried to throttle the spitting spews of spurted streams, my semen came, the sheer volume coming from me seemed horrendous!

“How much can my balls produce, Decatur, this seems as quite impossible!” I then asked, my frantic, was yelling at him my concerns and he seething hotter from my agony he feeling great joy did a replying said, “Voracious, insatiable, unquenchable, is your semen production and as much the need to expel it causes then a ravenous desire for want of fornication.

How much, well that is up to you, as drink little liquid and the lust is quelled. If you drink in an abundance of any liquid and…, well one fellow long ago wished to be a large breed herd bull at his spiteful a father’s ranch. He felt as does Richard or you do now, he maybe more-so by being a bull with huge balls, as large as Yams. He gained a bull cock being two feet long, the length tapered to a small as blunt pointy end, it so pink and pretty.

As he began to change and feeling the heat of that warm summer weather, he drank and becoming horny in the sexual sense and growing bull horns from out the peak of his head, he changing did masturbate. I watched, seeing him fill a milking pail once every hour until, as after twenty hours of continuous delight masturbating, he walked from the barn to the pasture. A distinct oddity then as there in the great south west as Wendell wished to become a black color of a bull. He a mix of Brahma breed and Angus made him grow huge. He could mate a heifer by standing over them and not mounting. He found his greater delight when mounted over mature cows, able then to sink his cock deeper, he gained a richer sensation, related to me he felt happier as began his lifelong delight of grazing and being a herd-sire-bull.

What was sad about young Wendell, as he became quite a large bull, mating well with the herd owned by his human father!

He loved to fornicate so much, the ranch owner, his father, unknowingly loaned his son to other ranches as a sire bull. Somewhere in the sexual frolicking, Wendell was sold and sent for slaughter. Bellowing his cries of fear, he died a horrible death, after gaining his hoped thrills for just two years, as slighted from living as he planned to for twenty plus years of being a bull.

You asked me if possible for you to become a herd-sire-buck, the answer is yes, sure you can, but what then happens to those you love?

Remember, what I said, as only one species transfer to a Lord. Richard requested being a pony, and shall as his lordly mastery comes to an abrupt end, he will transition every twenty years, but within the same species.

If you wish to become a goat know this, you cannot become human ever!

You could ask to live a long life and transition from goat breed to new breed, as keep your male gender, but become an animal and it makes you a slave to your physical sensuality.”

Squirt, s-q-u-i-r-t…, my semen played out of my goat size cock, the squirts of thin pre followed by a blasted spewing of semen what reminded me of tapioca pudding similar the density. That was at midnight and by one in the morning I had tried to hold back from going to my wife, me acting as would a male goat, thinking to test her before we would have sex, mate, breed!

I set then seated upon the commode as I masturbated, the streaming spews shot from my cock to the bathroom sink where it collected and began to stink up the room. As by waiting an hour to breed with my wife, the fur surrounding my sheath had begun to spread. I gained thick fur through my groin, over my belly, to sprout along my spine. My groin appeared to have deepened, my thighs flattening as broader, became similar of the hind flanks of a goat.

I began to like the sensations of becoming furry. I continued to milk my balls and add goat-like enhancements to my bodily form. When the front hall grandfather clock struck the hour of two o-clock, as I sat on the toilet my goatish tail wiggled, my balls hung so low they wallowed in the toilet water, and my toes had merged into two large as ugly looking toes on an elongated foot.

All the while the pillar of heat stayed there in the bathroom doorway, his heat so hot it was causing the door frame paint to crinkle.

When finally I noticed the wealth of pooled semen in the sink had overflowed onto the bathroom counter, and was dribbling off the counter to piddle down to the tile floor, I stood up, hearing then “Bong, bong, bong, bong,” the old clock in the hallway rung the hour, announcing it as 4:00 a.m.

As I stood I felt the urge to stretch, and with a extending of my body to its limits, I saw the goat fur had spread to cover my arms down to my wrists. I thought that was not good, as being furry there I should not then wear short sleeved shirts. Stretching felt so good I panned my view downward to see that the goat fur covered my shoulders, chest, belly, my complete torso looked like that belonging properly as part of a male goat.

Seeing then how my sheath had grown, it protruded much further outward from my lower abdomen. I felt such a deeper sense of my own new sensuality that my tail wiggled. It a tail, my tail, I was reminded when it sprouted and grew to flourish. It helped to spread apart my buttocks, bearing my anus to the sunshine, as it reformed my thighs to flanks, my legs, as feet and toes being by then, as proper for being a large breed male goat.

Taking a quick inventory of what my fun time of masturbating did to me, I retained still my human hands, as looking into the bathroom mirror. I eyed forward to see a reflection of a human head, face, neck, and what I saw a moment before were my hands. As otherwise everything on me resembled that of a large male goat. I was a bark brown with some black fur near the peak of my butt and tail.

My human brown hair as receding hairline looked as unchanged. I looked into the mirror as eyeing toward the wavy pillar of heat there in the doorway, and said to Decatur, “Is this now the true me, must I be this much as a male goat?”

Decatur the devil remained silent, he did not need to give me an answer to what he had told as warned would happen and did! Being what I caused to happen and became as stood there, I liked the sensations of feeling like what a male goat. The thought of giving up, giving in, as masturbate more until I changed wholeheartedly into being a male goat seemed as a reasonable idea.

Just then the bedroom door swung open and my sleepy looking wife stepped out into the hall. She instantly felt the sweltering heat radiating from Decatur. She jerked away from the bathroom door, her eyes wide as she was startled and became more alert. It was then that I turned and cast a look toward the wife as she saw standing at the bathroom counter the changed self of what she could still recognize was once her husband.

As did Decatur move away from the entrance to the bathroom. His moving unblocked that spellbinding aura he said my being animalistic would transmit, enveloping, and shade what a female saw, inflecting with a passion similar to what I felt, but in a female way.

“Darling,” my wife said as she rushed toward me, dropping to kneeling, she wrapping her arms about my furry waist as she said then, “Oh I like you better this way, come to bed, breed with me my darling big buck!”

I could not believe what I heard my wife say, as if she liked her husband to being more a goat than of the man she had married. I did followed her, walking on all fours, on hands held in fists to work similar if they were hoofs, and with my hind legs, hocks and cloven hooves by then, helped to make me leap from the joy I felt in my chest.

A moment and the wife lay on out bed with her naked, legs spread, her vagina tickling my nose, I began a goatish courtship. Nosing in as parting her labia I sniffed deeply. My tongue seemed longer as if narrowed, it reached toward as flicking licked, to reach inside and lap there a fuller taste of my dear wife. Standing upon all fours, my goat cock protruding stout as stiff, oozing pre, she saw the drips and reached her hand to massage the truly uncircumcised end to my red penis.

“Kiss me,” she said, as I lowered my goat torso and head toward her, as she with her hand doing a message to my cock did guide it to where we wished it should go.

Hearing Decatur as nearby, his evil chuckles, I had to agree as imagine the sight of a woman lying on her bed enjoying intercourse missionary style by a human headed, mostly brown furred, well endowed a male goat. Indeed this being a Lord of the Tome of Amethyst did offer some advantages, pleasures, and in time a complete sense of anonymity. I looked forward to growing horns, learning to graze, even chewing cud, but all happening to an intelligent male goat, a herd sire, Lord of the Tome and willing to be a devil!