Summer Meadow: Becoming Herself

He sun was high, painting everything in gold, and the grass tickled Zuzanna’s bare skin as she walked toward a lone cluster of trees in the middle of the meadow. Behind her, the white farmhouse was just a silhouette in the shimmering distance. Out here, hidden in green and bird song, she was alone. No one could see how she undressed, how she lay down in the tall grass, hungry for something more than just sunlight.

She trembled. The elixir was already at work warmth spreading from her chest down to her thighs, making her nipples tighten, making every breeze a sweet torment. Beneath her hand, her breasts were heavy and hypersensitive, soft fur starting to blossom around the nipples. She closed her eyes, breathing deep, as the next wave came: a tingling in her lower belly, sweet tension, building, pulsing, getting stronger.

“Ohhh… more… more…” she whimpered, sliding her hand down her belly, lower, lower…

Suddenly, she felt something growing between her legs. Skin tightening, pulsing, the sensation so sharp she almost couldn’t bear it, her sex throbbing in a feverish trance. Her feminine slickness was already coating her thighs, but what emerged was something else something new and hard, a goatish, masculine gift.

“Mee… mee…!” The sound ripped from her lips part surprise, part delight, trembling with arousal. Her fingers found her new cock. It was rough, long, hot with blood. Stroking it, another ragged, desperate bleat burst from her lips. “Meeeh… oh gods, it’s… incredible…”

Her breasts bounced beneath her hand, still so sensitive, craving every touch. Her nipples ached, her fur tingled in the warm wind, her tail flicked restlessly.

She giggled, voice low, unable to stop herself. “Meee… do you see me, farmhouse?” she called, gazing back at the distant white buildings, her new cock throbbing in her grasp, leaking clear with need. “I’m… I’m wild, I’m a goat, mee…!”

Her hand moved faster, urgent, desperate. Every stroke along her hard, goatish shaft sparked through her her other hand kneaded her breasts, fur rubbing her tight nipples. Her head tipped back, ears twitching, eyes squeezed shut her world spun with sun and lust.

“Meeee… mee… aaah… don’t… stop…” she moaned, her voice thick with need, her bleating breaking through as she climbed closer to the edge, her body no longer her own.

Suddenly everything exploded. The orgasm tore through her, sudden and violent her new cock pulsed and erupted, thick streams splashing across her belly, her fur, spilling between her fingers. She shuddered, breathless, another long, wild “Meeeeee…!” ripping out of her throat.

She lay in the grass, naked, fur slick with sweat and seed, the world pausing in a haze of pleasure. The farmhouse glimmered far away, and she complete now, wild, satisfied laughed softly, still shaking, reveling in her strange, beautiful body.

“Mee… mee… it feels so good to be me,” she whispered, pulling both hands to her chest, feeling that pulsing, eager heat still lingering between her thighs.

And she knew this was only the beginning of her summer, her goatish pleasures.