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Why You – Why Me
Love is blind and any a secret would not last when faced by a great love!
Tim proposed to Alice that night and to his surprise she refused, as told him said she had reservations about their relationship becoming permanent.
That confrontation was too much of rejection for Tim, he excused himself from her and turned around, and walked past his vehicle to stroll, as wandered along the country road. He did not know what she was afraid of, whether it was something about him, or was she in love more with another man, he did not know!
It was late at night; the country road had few residences built along its ten-miles from the highway turnoff. As Tim walked and thought, not one car came past him, allowing him time alone to think. As he walked the sound of a limb snapping suggested he was not all that alone. A city boy he knew the use of owning a personal firearm and drew it from his coat pocket a nine millimeter semi-automatic pistol.
His father had owned a hand gun, that became a collector's item after it and all personal firearms were deemed as illegal to own. An unfriendly government wishing to look the other direction when then the army came door-to-door everywhere, collecting personal firearms.
Holding his gun with both hands and outstretched arms he stood with it as ready to aim and fire at whatever might come at him, from out in the darkness.
“Tim, my dearest, please put down your weapon, there is nobody here but me, and I assure you I do not wish to hurt you.” Alice said, she the girlfriend he had left an hour before, at her parent’s house, in the living room after she declined his offer of marriage.
“Where are you, without a moon and no light anywhere close my walking the road it is so black out here, come closer!” Tim said as wanted of her to join him there on the road surface, she standing being down in the ditch, where the darkness became dark shaded, and she looking for him.
“This is difficult, I want to be near you, I do love you, but… there is, I have a problem, a very different sort of problem, one that if we were married and wanted to make love, you might not then like me.” Alice said, she stumbling over her words, pausing as if pondering for the proper word to say.
“I love you, so nothing else matters, now come and stand beside me!” Tim said, he tone to voice sounded as pleading Alice to stop her foolishness and come closer to where he might be able to see her.
The sounds of her footsteps were all he could hear as she came coming closer, she held Tim in suspense as he waited, gaining a sense of being impatient with Alice. “Please Tim, when we would walk together as through the city park there were lights everywhere and in the light, whether natural or electric helps to keep my condition within a tolerable control. It is the black darkness we have in the country, away from any light and my mother, of whom I own a fear.” Alice walking and talked to Tim as she came closer, her voice breaking from the choked fear she felt.
The only real light there giving any variance of illumination came from the brilliant northern lights dancing about in the heavens. The dim bluish light allowed Tim to see something coming toward him, the silhouette not of his Alice, but more akin to being a monster.
“Halt right there, who are you, identify yourself and where is Alice, Alice where are you?” Tim being frightened yelled, he urgently wishing to see his dear lover as safe and not injured by this… monster.
“Tim, this is my true self, it is what my mother is and I am by being her daughter.” Alice said, her voice coming from the sheer monster creature then standing across the road from where Tim stood, he stunned and holding his gun.
“By all that is holy, Alice what are you…, you are an animal?” Tim said, as exclaiming and questioning what he could see, as heard Alice speak and the thing moving its mouth in proper unison.
”I am a were-goat, as my mother told me when I became twelve years of age. She held me down as I screamed and this change took control of me when there is no moon or light at night. That is why I am afraid of the dark, as darkness draws me to become what my heritage demands of me.” Alice said, as she spoke that her voice choked with emotion, she walking, striding ever closer to her lover pointing at her his gun.
“A were-goat, this is crazy…, there are tall tales of werewolves and that junk, but a were-goat; you are wearing a costume, right?” Said Tim, he beginning to think this as some elaborate hoax, but why after he would come to propose of marriage would Alice put such a degrading joke between them!
“I wanted to tell you a dozen times, and you may recall when we did make love, enjoying our fun times there was a light on in the room or along the beach. As then that once when we made love and I fell asleep, you turned off the light in the room. My changing comes with mild pains and I awoke, to find myself as having begun to change. That was when I mysteriously did get up and take my urgent leave from being near to you. I ran to hide until morning, as then sunlight, I had a need to use to change back, being a normal looking human.
You are staring at me, as men who would stare at a Were lose their fear and stand mesmerized, as then become taken advantage of, as by a were-goat. I did infect two high school lovers. I allured them with my furry form, my aroused breasts, and enlarged nipples. They came and suckled, as drank my milk, it has properties what causes male suitor to change.
Kyle was one I felt a passion for and allowing him to see me as I could become, he did suckle my teenage breasts, wallow his face in my furry pussy, and tonguing at me until so aroused he did not believe his eyes, when he saw what he had become, stood on all fours being then as permanently a large breed of male goat.
My then boyfriend Kyle became due to his family heritage a Boer breed of one big handsome buck goat. Oddly, he acted as might a horny male; he fell in love with the increased sensuality of him living a beastly lifestyle. We laid and mated a whole night until morning when only I did my change back to being human. I tried to explain as he stood there bleating pitifully, as if begging for me to do something to help his situation.
After I cried for him and felt his bite at one of my nipples, I noosed a rope around his neck, and took him to the James family farm, as there I turned him loose inside the goat pasture. I watched as Kyle sniffed the raw scents of doe goats in heat and he forgot me, as dashed after them a doe, he stood for hours rutting each doe several sessions.
Kyle was my first and the second was his brother Kevin. He was about as you are now, with the exception that he reacted with arguing to the point of idiocy. Ultimately, he became angry and aggressive, wanting to molest and rape me!
I let him have his fun and as his penis spewed its first load my womb, it ejected an enzyme what surrounded his member and entered up inside it. He did me four times more, leaving when then early morning. He drove to his apartment where hours later he cell-phone called me to beg, plead, and seek help. He was afraid, but rejected me while asking for help from his strange ailment.
I laughed at him, as that angered him more.
Unknown by him then, I knew what anger and or physical exertion would cause, as due to the enzyme does something to his internal organs.
Upset from the obvious, he stood touching his changed different self, and began masturbating right there in front of me, he feeling wildly horny.
I watched as Kevin stood leaning against a wall, as he ejaculated, shooting five massive ropes of thick semen across his apartment living room. It was an impressive orgasmic display, even for a born goat. Kevin was by then looking like a Greek satyr, acting horny, aggressive, and in dire need of sex.
I suggested to Kevin that while still able, he should drive or run to find where he when becoming more goat than being a human, could select of an alternative lover, and affect his future, becoming a buck goat as something permanent.
Scared, Kevin dashed past me, as he took to running, the exertion adding to the effects of my enzyme in him to surge his changing self. I did not try to follow Kevin, but knew, or expected by the time he arrived at any goat farm, he would be by then ready and able to become a herd sire.
As from what I have told you, know that I do love you, but great care is needed, lest by being foolish you would bear the worst from my cursed self.
If we were to marry, our lives together must be lived with constant lighted areas, as outside the house, inside, when we made love or would sleep, I have a dire need for light.
When we make love, my enzyme will be there, it infecting your body, causing a slow transition of your maleness, and genitals. As from your family history, the heritage or country where your grandfathers were born, of such all play a portion in what manner of changing shall enhance our marriage.”
“I still love you, even knowing now of your curse. It is your personality what I love, although your human body tends to arouse me. I see what you become and it does not demean me love for you, as I can be adjustable about where and how we would make love.
Your enzymes, they would cause changes to my genitals, and with time, would I become like Kyle and Kevin, me being then a male goat?” Alice remembering of what Tim said about their possible marriage, and what with time might become of him.
I admit to the obvious fact that Alice caused Tim to know many changes, until he became as her past lovers, all as males appreciating the furry rumps of doe goats.
Alice makes for a beautiful woman when she is as human. She has married many times, attesting to gain the wealth of each passing husband. I saw her one night when in her were-goat form walking through the moonless dark, her car had a flat tire and she walking home, became her cursed self.
I offered her a ride in the payload area of my pickup truck, not then wanting something like her sitting up front, beside me in the truck cab.
I was very careful about our relationship, and especially when we would make love, as always in a close proximity to some light.
After seven months I noted my penis began changing, I lost the circumcision done to me a few days after I was born. Alice offered to help slow my physical changes, she suckling my penis after we had sex. She slowed the progressive changes, and suggested that I continue my equestrian enjoyment of horseback riding.
I did not expect our relationship would do to me anything but make of me a satyr and with the passing of time, and then become another of her damned, buck-goat husbands. What she did not tell me was about my family heritage, and from my being near to horses would do to divert her curse.
We made love and my then uncircumcised penis became to looking more as a beastly cock. My penis skin darkened its hue to being a charcoal black color. The end head remained blunt but grew a gland-flange, as created for her pleasure and my lust an enhanced sensual penis any stud would find as delightful.
Yes you heard right, as any stud, because my penis and genitals became as duplicates to my weekly ride through the country. Heir Michael, my mount, was of the Frisian breed, a stallion. My sitting on him, no matter the saddle, I would ride him until he lathered I sweat. When we returned to the stables it was my duty to groom, as dry, cleaning my mount, as from touching him, the enzymes infecting me mixed with what of an animal touched me, and my bodily self.
Two years after we had married, I can recall how we lay on our king-size bed, me with my equine libido, kept my penis erect and standing tall. Alice would message my horse cock, she buttering it with hand creams, stroking it to where pre bubbled out and mixed with her stroking hands.
Alice liked to be in control and when she thought my cock was near to spew forth a load, she would rise up, and positioning her properly above my erect cock. I would watch as Alice knelt over and inserted my cock inside her vagina. My cock had grown to be of similar the girth and length like Heir Michael, my Frisian stallion.
My cock’s length was too long for her satyr-goat self, as when I were atop her and thrusting, I hurt her, nearly rupturing her insides, as could have caused her death. We found it better and safer for Alice to control our sex play.
Indeed, the volume of my semen ejaculated, worked to fill Alice, to where the surges would squirt out past my embedded cock. We made love until the bed sheets were soaked by our spent juices. I began to appreciate her spent enzymes, as my equine genitals began to infect more of my body, gifting my skin to become as blackened horse hide, and of black body fur to sprout, growing, and spread.
Year three of our marriage caused a ripple in or lovemaking, or after I got seen by a stables employee, while being naked, black and furry, I stood sheath deep, mating with a Welsh Mountain pony mare. I became angered, and molesting, did mate, breed then with the son of the stables owner.
I infected Steve, and he told Alice, where she confronted me, while Steve stood and watched, eying my naked blackened self, before my Alice too Steve to our bed and sexually berated him.
Six months of weekend orgies and Steve was about where I was being equine and changing. My gay pleasure taking and the sex fun with Alice had her selling me to the stables as a new Frisian stallion; of who the groomsman then gelded me.
My being as gelded ceased the ability to mate and enjoy the surge of ejaculating. My instinctive passion for sniffing of mare urine did not stop, and from doing any sniffing of a mare, I gained a massive hard-on. As filled of want to mount, mate, thrusting, and ejaculate, I could not feel satisfaction. Alice came often to me, she liking to fondle my sheath, balls, and stroke the length of my twenty-two inches of cock.
I heard the owner conversing, he mentioning the loss of his son as another missing person. Steve was not missing, but stood in a nearby stall, where Alice paid for her recent lover to stand and stay, Steve infected, became a gay stallion, liking me, and enjoying the mating with any mare brought to him.
Twenty years has come and gone, leaving me as an aging horse soon to get put down or sold to the glue factory. Steve too has aged, he a mature stallion, mates regularly with mares, his sexual lifestyle wore away his human mentality, making him as another dumb horse. I like it when Alice comes to visit, she from her were-goat curse remain forever as if young and beautiful.
One afternoon, Alice came with her mother, they having sought for me a petition of extending my life, from the devil-curse they came with an offer. As I was still me after twenty-plus years of being and living the lifestyle of a gelded horse, the devils through the appealing by Alice would transfer my mentality. The offer would gift me a new as different young body, where I could reside, living a different existence.
Naturally, I accepted their offer, as knowing my aged self as aching and soon to die.
The beginning began by my closing my eyes, as take a deeply inhaled breath and holding it. As the next thing I felt was my struggling to get out of a tight confine, my body slipping, sliding free, to where I fell upon the hard ground.
Shivering, unstable, I struggled to try and rise up to stand. I blinked and looked around, seeing there a black cow, and draped from her rump hung the afterbirth. It took me by surprise, a re-birth of me, the new me I was quick to realize, me a Black Angus bull calf.
I felt all giddy and turning on my four legs with cloven hoofs, she my cow mother and her black furred teats drew me to suckling. No more a gelded horse, the devils had shifted my memories, my human intellect to me being a young bull. In reality, there is as little difference from being a horse to becoming a Bull, with the exception of chewing a cud.
Alice paid no visits until I was along nine months being a growing young bull. When she came for a visit it was at night, she being her were-goat self, held a scent that enthused me to showing her my blunt, pink, bovine bull cock. She knelt beside me and fondled my cock, arousing me to ejaculate, plastering her hand with my spent load. Alice came and we played, she toying often, ending with the same result, a cupped pair of hands holding the wealth of what my big, black furred balls sent rushing the length of my bullish cock.
My Alice was a host of fun, but as time passed, my body grew, and my preferred delight became the thrill of mounting and mating with cows. I became lost mentally, as near to constantly indulging my enchanted desire for sex, by mating with cows.
Time and the constant dominating of my cow herd to surrender their furred butts to my mounting pleasures worked to make me forget about Alice, or her mother. I did still remember counting the passing of winter seasons, as a time when flies were gone, and the corral muck became frozen dry for ease to lie down and find a rest.
Spring and summer returned the flies to be a bother, but my thrill began anew, as did my cock ache from mating with cows. After I could recall living as a Bull for nine winters, something in me foretold of my certain doom. I note many of the older cows went away, and their heifers became as my new cows. I pondered often when chewing the cud, as when my young bull I spawned would fight with me for rights to breed.
Oddly, those young bulls never materialized, they being gelded and sold, went to become meals at hamburger restaurants. One day as I stood waiting for the gate leading to the pasture as thrown open, the man who fed and cared for my herd did come to talk to me.
“Good day to you Hercules, as I had a visitor yesterday, a pretty woman by the name of Alice, as she informed me about the bull I owned and where he began life. I must say, you have weather your existence quite well, and especially while residing here at my farm.
As of magic, curses, devils, and being damned, I find it hard to imagine what it is like being born and grown to manhood, changed by a curse to being a horse, as then gelded. Twenty-three years of living as a gelded horse, and gifted a change of lifestyle, born of a cow to be now a bull.
Indeed, had I learned earlier of what all you were before coming here and by chance become as my herd-sire bull, your lifestyle might well have had better style of treatment. I trust you still like being a bull?
Ah-huh, a nod on your head suggests an affirming answer.
Alice gave to me a syringe she filled with an enzyme. Your dear wife informed me to make use of the enzyme, as injecting you, your bull body would rejuvenate, giving me again a herd sire bull equal of age to being two years old. If that be true, I would lease you as a herd sire to several other farms, keeping you sexually happy, and content to remain a bull, as if you could be as otherwise.
Okay, so I shall inject you with her syringe…, as hey there do not move, ouch, the syringe slide out of you and laid a scratch across the back of my hand!”
“MUROO…,” I bellowed, as how he had inserted and injected me hurt bad, as caused me urge to sidestep, to move away.
My owner walked away holding his bleeding hand with his other hand holding a handkerchief over the long scratch. I wondered then, if any of the syringe contents had tainted the man, as his proximity to us his cow herd, he might well be for me a challenger to breed come next spring?
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