Let's goat back (Monthly tale - 45) X

(Women into goats)*

Chapter 4

It was early morning on the Colpot ranch.

In the middle of the hay covered floor in the well lit barn there was a nanny goat. Tied around the farm animal’s neck was a bell on which her livestock name had been engraved into the silvery metal in exquisitely detailed italic letters: Queeny

She was a mature goat with plentiful ebony udders and firm small horns, her fur was white everywhere except on her tail, where it was dark. Apart from the lavish bell around her neck there was another very noticeable garment on the nanny, a silvery ring piercing her leathery sex.

Queeny was lying down like a diva and across her snout she had what could easily be described as a very smug, and very human smirk which was accentuated by the serenity in her amber eyes with their horizontal pupils.

It was very easy to annoy Adelia and that smugness certainly did annoy her, especially coming from her familiar. The witch was standing in front of the goat, tall, stout and with her almost perpetual no-nonsense look on her stoic freckled face.

She had her hands in her jacket pockets. Queeny, who was staring directly at her, cocked her head to point with her muzzle up towards the skylight in the ceiling, as if she was telling Adelia to hurry up.

The witch twitched her lips.

“Yeah, yeah, I know…” she sighed reluctantly.

The bond between a witch and her familiar made it so that they didn’t need magic circles, rituals, potions or enchantments. Adelia just pointed her hand at the goat. Her nails glowed yellow, the same light also sparkled inside her shirt, around her navel.

The goat bleated softly, her belly button glowed under her fur as well, with the same yellow… then she began to change…

When you change a human into a beast, fur is usually the first step in the metamorphosis process, so if you were to change a beast into a human it often works in exactly same way.

It began on her head.

A mane of curly black hair flourished between her horns, long enough to reach her tail. The goat bleated in pleasure.

“Baaaaaaa-aaaaaaaah!”

The forward motion of the changes sent Queeny into a realm of ecstasy. Fur dropped away, but instead of revealing goaty skin underneath, what was revealed was soft and ebony. A peeling metamorphosis.

Cracking bones, stretching muscles, the sensual display of hooves separating into fingers that proceed to eagerly touch her shifting flesh. The leather of her cunt replaced with a more tender look, her udder sliding up, splitting into desirable breasts that reclaimed their domain of her de-barreling chest.

She grew and elongated, ears and horns and her muzzle itself receded as human features returned. Toes, legs, arms. Her butt rounding up as the last of the fur fell off whilst her short tail shivered into nothing above it.

Her bleats became moaning gasps.

Her silky curly mane, sweaty after the quick succession of changes, covered her face as she lay down, surrounded by hay and discarded fur. A naked female human with long legs and bountiful breasts and ass, a mature dark skinned lady that chuckled as she pinched her erect dark nipples and soaked vagina.

Shaking her head she revealed her face to the witch, in her fierce amber eyes the last touches… the sturbs of the horns shrinking into her forehead, the goatee fading into her chin and her horizontal pupils rounding up leaving a pair of fierce yellowish eyes.

Michel Colpot was a woman once again, but hanging from her neck and resting between her tits she still had Queeny’s bell, which rang all the way into her heart.

“Aaaaaahhhh…” she giggled, kneeling up, wiggling her toes. “Going from nanny to ape is as good as going from ape to nanny, don’t you agree, ma’am?”

Adelia didn’t answer.

The woman got up with some clumsy difficulty, almost losing her balance, but managed to stand up, she was slightly taller than the witch.

“I never forgot how to walk in stilettos, but after one week down on all four hooves and I feel like doing baby-steps when I get back on my feet, isn’t that weird?”

Adelia finally replied.

“I don’t approve of this,” she said.

Michel put her hands on her hips.

“You never approve of anything that might be fun! Maybe you should look for a spell to remove that stick you have up your arse, mistress!”

“This is not fun, you bleating idiot! This is dangerous! You only get become a woman twice per moon year, so just go spend it with your daughter without looking for trouble!”

“I didn’t go looking for trouble, it arrived in my mailbox despite me sleeping in a stall, and such bullshit deserves a response! I have talked it out with Freda already and she’s fine with it. We already spent my last four moon years together, so she no longer needs to suck my udders. My little Daisy is now a grown up young woman, she understands that sometimes her mommy needs time for herself,” she crossed her arms. “And that’s even with her witchcraft teacher not wanting to give any grace to her poor goatly familiar!”

“You aren’t going to tell her anything about her last escapade?”

“Why would I? I thought you would like her creativity.”

“That’s not…!” Adelia snorted. “Why would I like her getting herself into unnecessary danger?!”

“Cause it’s like one of those stories you teach her and the blondie about witches doing magical shenanigans in the stone age or whatever. A whole coven of witches plus two turned into seagulls and she made them all her familiars, sounds impressive, just like that story you told them in the last class about the muses doing kinda exactly the same thing to a bunch of pompous princesses.”

“The point of my teaching them our history is so they don’t repeat the same mistakes!”

“But it worked, my girl won and she got herself an entire flock of familiars, shouldn’t you be proud of her accomplishments?”

Adelia shook her head, exhausted.

“You are all insufferable…”

Michel shrugged.

“I can’t stop my daughter from making her own decisions, whether it’s for good or bad, she’s an adult, you know? Witches live dangerously and that’s the path she has chosen for herself, the only thing we can do is be there for her when she needs us. Maybe you should make your next lesson about that woman that was born a foal and became a queen or something, what was her name? Arne daughter of something or another?”

The witch’s cheeks lit up bright red.

“Fuck off!”

The familiar shrugged.

“You’re never happy! Here I am trying to give you some suggestions for your classes and you just get angry, tish tish, then you complain about what a lazy-ass of a familiar I am!”

“Because you are.”

“That’s not my fault though, is it?” Michel stretched her arms. “Do you have the… you know, the thingy I asked you for?”

Now it was Adelia who was the one folding her arms.

“I shouldn’t give it to you… I shouldn't haven’t made it…!"

“Your witchy store is full of that junk, just give it to me already! You owe me.”

“What exactly?”

“To begin with: The fact that I will die a goat because you had a hate-boner.”

The witch sighed deeply and pulled a small black cylinder from her jacket pocket.

“Thank you, ma’am master!” Michel exclaimed enthusiastically as she grabbed the tiny cylinder. “It will work, won’t it?” she asked, inspecting it closely.

“Of course it will, that is fine craftmanship. Just follow the instructions and let your familiar bond do the rest.”

“Sounds easy enough,” Michel took the opportunity to plant a quick kiss on the witch’s cheeks.

Adelia waved her arms, recoiling, startled and even redder than before.

“Goddammit!” she complained with a hand on her cheek.

The familiar stuck her tongue out.

“Even you can are occasionally not a total twat,  Adelia,” she said, walking towards the barn’s exit. “Aaahhh… I need a shower before I get dressed, the stench of the stables never leaves…! Come and pick us up when it’s done, okay? I don’t want to have to deal with animal control again!”

The witch frowned, then smirked and when Michel was close enough, she slapped the MILF’s shapely fit butt firmly.

“Don’t boss me around, you dumb goat!” she said.

Michel smiled, pleased.

“Baaaaaaaah!” was her answer.

Right outside the barn’s door a male goat was waiting for her.

“Knight, my cabron! You couldn’t wait to get a peek of my human booty, hey? Men truly never learn their lesson! You’d better save some of that energy for tonight, sweetheart, we might be having a threesome when I get back!”

Knight bleated eagerly while following Michel.

“Moth Mother, give me strength…!” muttered Adelia, watching the pair walk towards the ranch house before she also left the barn.

…

The hot water slid down my womanly figure like the embrace of a tender lover.

Satisfied, I left the shower, enveloped by a cloud of steam. Drying my hair with a towel I stopped in front of the bathroom’s full length mirror, wiping the condensation from it with my hand and stood fully naked, admiring my reflection.

A smirk appeared on my lips as I gracefully touched the small patch of pubes I had strategically left on my crotch.

Forty-seven years old and I’m still the damn sweetest of all the sweet peas. Tall, smooth skinned and glossy haired, which is long, straight and brownish. My eyes fiercely dark in my equally fierce face, kids back at school used to say that I had a horse-face but who is laughing now, I ask.

Me.

Of course.

I chuckne,fondling my right breast, the one with the freckle, it’s perky and my nipples are both tiny. People can say they are small, I say they are tasteful. I never have cared for silicone, piercings or tattoos as some cheaper women than me do.

My body is a temple.

Flat chested? Kiss my ass! I’m a long legged monument to fitness! You can’t argue with results. My usual pale skin is tanned, leaving the tan-marks of my bikini top and bottoms . There has been a lot of pools and beaches in my life lately and there’s going to be a lot more in the future, because Esteban loves tan-marks.

Catching the biggest fish isn’t enough, baby, I have caught the whole whale and all I had to do was to glare and say yes. I’m a winner and when we marry tomorrow I’m set for life, a slam dunk without any drawbacks.

It turns me on so freaking much!

Someone knocked on the bathroom door.

“Rene!” A young woman called my name. “Are you ready? Your dress has just arrived!”

Well… maybe having to nanny Martin’s daughter could be classed as a setback, but I’m not gonna complain about that…

“Yes, Irma, dear!” I told her, leaving the towel aside and picking up my bathrobe. “I‘ve just finished!”

I left the bathroom, intentionally closing the robe as I stepped into the bedroom letting my soon to be step-daughter get a quick glimpse of my unclothed goods. Her face became a tomato behind her curly blonde bangs and glasses. Poor little thing, twenty-four years old and still innocent as a lamb.

Private college hadn’t done her any favours, that’s for sure…

“Is this the dress?” I asked, pointing at the bag laying on the bed.

Irma nodded, heat still lingering on her face.

“Y-Yes! It just arrived!”

I approach the bag and put a hand on it.

“It’s okay if we just take a quick sneaky peak…” I mumble slowly, looking at her. “Even if we do have to make dad wait for us a little bit longer for lunch? What do you say?”

The enthusiasm in her face made me chuckle.

“Totally!” the dummy answered, approaching with a clumsy leap.

She adores me… maybe it’s because she never met her mother…

Aaahhh… come on, don’t be so melodramatic. Can’t a mature lady have some fun teasing a youngster? It isn’t as if I was being mean with her! I don’t hate the girl even if all I care about is her daddy’s money… and that’s even despite how annoyingly tiresome she is sometimes.

Most of the time…

We opened the bag together and pulled out the dress, carefully laying it down on the bed. A simple white dress with a long flowing skirt and some pearl details across the bust, nothing ostentatious, modest, decent.

Close enough to what I asked for… but not exactly what I would have picked…

“You still like it?” Irma asked.

I savoured the moment, moving my hand to my chin. Irma stared at me with impatient adoration as I feigned wondering about the matter of the dress. Little innocent girl, the dress doesn’t matter wack here, this is about the money!

“Hmmmm…” I muttered.

“So…?”

“Well…” I said slowly and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I was certain I could trust you to pick the finest of dresses and you outdid yourself, this one looks like it’s right from a fairytale!”

“Really?”

“Absolutely! Would I lie to you? I owe you a big one, girl, old me would have certainly chosen something lame and out of date.”

Irma giggled.

“Don’t beat yourself up with the ageist nonsense, I’m sure the one you would have picked would have been equally wonderful!” she said, full of herself. “You don’t owe me anything, just ask me for fashion advice whenever you need it, that’s what step-daughters are for”

Nothing inside her skull and her heart on her sleeve.

I nodded pleased.

“That’s right, dear, that’s why I made you my maid of honor!”

She seemed overly happy, a fine bonding moment, it almost made me seriously consider a motherly role beyond the lie… but then a third voice joined in the conversation…

“Whoa? You made the daughter of your catch the maid of honor?” laughter. “That’s cold even for you, Rene!”

That voice… I recognized that voice instantly, how could I ever forget that painfully smug and self-centered tone? With a thousand memories chilling my spine I looked back together with Irma.

Michel had just entered the room.

She was wearing an open leopard print blouse, tight dark pants and high heels, her hair was perfect, flowing and silky. I hate to admit it, but she looked fabulous… and it was as if she hadn't aged a single day since the last time I had had the misfortune of crossing paths with her… Actually, she seemed even more attractive than before, in a… I can’t explain it… something below… something… wild…

Talk about a lucky bitch!

She also seemed quite pissed, despite her sharp smile, pissed in that condescending way that was so impishly natural for her.

“Who are you?!” squeaked Irma. “How did you get in here?!”

Our unexpected guest raised an eyebrow.

“Geez, you really are a slow one, uh?” Michel said to her. “Didn’t you just see me coming through the door?”

Michel just had to give a single stare to shut down any pretensions of giving attitude from my sorry excuse for a step-daughter.

“T-That’s not what I asked…” Irma’s voice faded away in the face of the possibility of a confrontation, she even slightly hid behind me. “Who are you…?” she babbled..

“Michel…” Michel rolled her eyes before saying her surname. “Michel Colpot,” then her eyes sought out mine. “Rene’s best friend.”

I finally intervened.

“I thought you were dead, but I guess you can’t ever believe good news.”

“Ohhhhh, but you sent me an invitation!” Michel pulled a classy envelope from between her breasts. “I was under the impression you would be glad to see me!”

“Come on, Michel, you sent one to me too when you married your way into the largest ranch in Knoxville, don’t you remember? Couldn’t you just appreciate the pleasure of our rivalry coming to an end and move on instead of coming all the way to California to make a scene?”

“I did appreciate it, it was very amusing, so much so that I felt it was worth coming to visit, to see how you were doing and catch up with each other. Girl pal stuff.”

“I can’t believe that time has turned you of all people into a melodramatic hag.”

“Sweety, you are not gonna believe what time has turned me into.”

“That’s true, but only because I don’t care.”

“What’s this about…?” Irma mumbled interrupting the two of us.

“Nothing,” I answered. “Less than nothing. Michel here is an old acquaintance, we used to… run into each other a lot at events back in the day. She’s been missing for quite a while and when we began the preparations for the wedding I thought it would be fun to send her an invitation for old time’s sake… Admittedly, it was a silly mistake…” I explained to Irma, trying to calm her. “You will also do silly things when you get older, dear. Michel…” I sighed. “Nice to see that you are still alive and kicking, I guess, but you can leave now, there’s no need for theatrics.”

Michel laughed and leaned forward.

“So, you’re gonna pretend that you don’t care now? It’s been more than five years, Rene, more than five years…” her voice flickered for an instant. “And you are the only one that cared enough to try to get in contact with me. You MUST be at the very least a little bit curious. Don’t you wanna know what I’ve been doing all those years?

“Enjoying Colpot’s fortune and land? Probably cheating on your elderly husband at every chance you get until he dies,” I shrugged. “It’s not as if you are a hard person to figure out.”

“How can you still be this mad about me winning Colpot’s cock fair and square?”

“Fair and square?! You pompous bitch, you pushed me into a horse shi-!” Irma’s eyes made me pause, I breathed deeply. “It doesn’t matter, It doesn't matter anymore, understand? It was my fault for sending you the invitation, sorry if I annoyed you.”

“So now you’re trying to get the moral high ground?” Michel pointed at me with the corner of the envelope. “You sent me this letter just to rub in my face the fact that you’ve got it better than me!”

“What if I did?! I already told you I’m sorry!”

“I-I don’t understand…” Irma mumbled, her eyes had been going from Michel to me as if she was watching hyenas who were about to tear each other apart.

Which really wasn’t the most unfair of comparisons…

“You REALLY are slow, girl,” she chuckled. “Your pretend mommy Reny here and I were professional gold diggers… or as professional as you can be in such a vocation.”

The bitch, the absolute bitch, she just straight out said it!

Irma blinked, confused.

“What…?”

Michel scratched her chin.

“Ah, your generation mustn’t know what a gold digger is anymore… Money, we marry rich men for their money, a lot of them.”

“That… but that would…”

“STOP!” I shouted. “She’s lying! Lying to hurt me because I pranked her!”

Irma looked at me, as pale as if someone had told her Santa wasn’t real.

“Rene, don’t you love my dad…?” she sobbed with tearful eyes.

Why was she has to be so damn stupid? I put my hand on her shoulder in an attempt to reassure her.

“Of course I love him, dear, that’s why we are getting married.”

“Yes, love and a bank account with millions in it!” Michel added.

I would have slapped her in the face right there if she was close enough.

“What a low blow, Michel, how dare you try to drag her into our issues?!”

“Collateral damage, sweety, there’s no honour among thieves and you put her in the blast zone when you sent me the invitation.”

“What do you want?”

“Told ya,” she said. “Just catch up… What do you think I’ve been doing these years?”

“For fucks sake…! What? What have you been doing all these years that is so interesting?!

Michel threw the envelope at my feet and cocked her head.

“I have been a nanny goat,” she managed to leave both me and Irma even more speechless when she followed up her declaration with a casual bleat. “Beeeeeh!”

We blinked a few times, then Irma attempted to ask.

“You mean a…”

She was interrupted by Michel.

“No, I don’t mean a babysitter, I mean a goat, a common grass chewing bleating ol’ goat. Capra hircus,” she put her finger on the side of her forehead, imitating horns and did it again. “BAAAAAAAAAAAA!” she chuckled hard. “To be honest I’m still a goat, my humanity is little more than a facade, but I became a familiar on top of that so I get some perks.”

I shook my head.

“Okay, you have gone insane, neat.'' what else could I have said?

My disbelief didn’t dent Michel's certainty, which only made her look even more crazy… and dangerous…

“If you knew the huge favour I did you by marrying Colpot… You could have made it, Reny, could have got that big score folks like us dream of, but you had to waste it sending me that letter.”

“You aren’t doing me a lot of favours right now, Michel!” I barked angrily to no effect.

“You remember Adelia? Colpot’s daughter?” that lunatic made quotation marks with her fingers after saying daughter. “That vindictive cold-assed bitch, when Colpot had the decency to die he left something for me in his will… For me and for the pool boy I was fucking at the time,” she began to remove her heels. “Adelia and her teacher, Lady Yaga, another high grade bitch… They turned the poolboy into a goat, they are witches, as you might have already guessed? Witches exist, crazy, I know. Goat-boy fucked me, then I became a goat and we mated even more and I have been a goat since then, for the most part… Naked on all fours, eating grass, I have even given birth… Tits swinging between my back legs… I hate it, every second…” her smirk shone out. “And it’s the best that has ever happened to me.”

“The best that has ever happened to you…?” Irma babbled behind me. “Do you enjoy being a goat?”

“Don’t play along with her loony-tale!” I told her.

“Enjoy?” Michel told Irma. “Yeah, I am a goat, not much I can do about that anymore… I just go along with it. Don’t look a gift goat in the teeth!” then she focuesed her attention back on me. “You don’t believe me.”

“Of course I believe you, Michel!” I shouted, giggling. “You are a fuckin goat, fine, fantastic, congrats! The queen of the petting zoo! Now that we have satisfied your humiliation fetish could you please fuck off and get your nanny ass back to a peYOU DAMN PERVERT!”

Before I finished my speech the damn crazy-woman had just pulled down her pants, and she wasn’t wearing panties! Looking at us with that damn smirk permanently on her lips she kicked off her pants and stood there with her long legs slightly spread.

She still had that silver ring piercing her dark cunt…

“Irma!” I cried. “Call security!”

Irma didn’t obey, she grabbed my robe, squeezing the fabric and began to shake me with her lips tightly closed. One of my breasts slid out, but I didn’t have the time to care when I looked at what she was pointing to.

We held each other, like a true mother and daughter, surprised and terrified at what our eyes saw.

Michel was changing.

Horns were growing from her forehead.

“Yeeeeeeeeesh, baaaaahaaaaaaaby!”

And she was enjoying it.

With an unrepentant lasciviousness she touched her body, transforming in front of us.

Really, legitimately transforming, we could see her skin stretching, and hear loud and clear her bones popping.

I was on the edge of a panic attack.

Bleating and snorting like the horny goat it was obvious that she was, that damned Michel pulled down her blouse, her magnificent breasts, swelling easily, bounced free of restraint while their nipples elongated.

Her nose grew blunt on her face, giving her features an animalistic vibe. On her chin a goatee grew, of course, with white fur; some lines with that same tone appeared in the curls of her hair. She gasped, moaning, as her ankles cracked forward, toes merged and hardened into hooves at the ends of each leg as more white fur smoothly covered those legs, stopping around her waist, making it look as if she was wearing white pants.

Her cunt wasn’t hidden by the fur, but was accentuated.

Taller, inhuman, a mix between the woman she once was and the goat she claimed to be now. Michel showed us her butt and shook the short furry tail that had grown on her lower back just above it.

Every time she moved her hooves clopped.

Irma and I were holding each other closely, backing away until we hit the sofa as that impossible fairy tale creature focused her attention back on us, bleating loudly as her changes ended.

I knew exactly what she was, what she looked like… but the shock didn’t allow the words to be clear at the moment…

“BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!” she burst into laughter, playfully measuring her tits with her hands. “Aaaah…” she squeezed one of her long thick nipples. “I wish I could use this form more often, but without my master my only option once I’m here is to go full goat, what a way to waste half of a moon year, don’t you think?”

She was explaining it all as if it made any sense!

I shook Irma.

“Irma…” I babbled. “Call the firemen…!”

“Mommy, what’ happening?!” she sobbed in my arms.

Michel pointed at Irma and Irma’s face disfigured with terror.

“You!” exclaimed the goat-woman. “Irma, isn’t it? Do you want to wa-wait did you just pee yourself?”

Looking down at my alleged step-daughter I saw that she had her thighs squeezed together and a wet dark stain was spreading across the fabric around her crotch area.

“Don’t hurt me please!” she cried out loudly, with snot falling from her nose.

“Goddess, girl, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“I’m having a panic attack! You called me collateral damage!”

“Ah, yes, but only in a general way, because I was revealing that Rene is a gold diggng bitch like me, not because I’m gonna transform you into a goat or anything.”

Irma sniffed up her snot.

“You s-swear?”

“I do, you have my nanny word, I didn't even know you were going to be here, the only one I’m gonna transform into a goat is Rene.”

Hearing those words was like a bucket of cold water. Irma stared at me as if I was a bomb about to explode.

“What did you say…?” I managed to mutter.

“Why do you think I came all this way, just to give you my congratulations for the wedding?” Michel said, squatting shamelessly to look for something in her discarded pants. “Naaaaaaaaaaaah, sis, I may enjoy being a goat… too much probably, but even if my humiliation is pleasurable it’s also as unfair as fuck and if you can’t get me out of your head after all these years Rene, it’s only fair that you share my luck.”

“That’s not for you to decide!” was my impotent protest.

“Neither was it for me… Here it is!” she pulled a small black tube from her pants - a black tube, a lipstick that she unscrewed and used to paint her lips pitch black, her yellow eyes glowed. “A kiss with this and we will be pen-pals for the rest of our lives!”

With that joyful declaration Michel got up and began to clop towards us. We couldn’t press ourselves against the sofa any harder as she approached.

Satyr.

Fauness.

That was the word.

A horny satyress that had stepped right out of the forests of myth… to claim my existence… I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream…

I don’t want to be a goat!

A fucking goat of all damn things! My brain couldn’t even fathom such a thing! To imagine myself reduced into the degradation of… everything… my pussy and butthole clenched…

My hand squeezed Irma’s, I looked at her reddish wet face.

“Irma, please, we have touuUH!”

That spineless little good for nothing punk just pushed me towards Michel, with so much force that she took off my robe and fell backwards against the sofa making the sofa fall on its back too.

I spun around, completely naked, getting dizzier, until I landed in Michel’s arms.

She held me firmly, as you would hold a lover.

Her smile was dazzling… her pupils' were horizontal rectangular lines… something was dropped and rolled…

“Hey there, babe! Impatient to become livestock, aren’t ya?” she said to me. “Good one, Irma, helping mommy become what she’s meant to be!” she praised Irma, who was groaning in pain behind the knocked over sofa.

My brain was going so fast it hurt, the nude skin of my legs pressed against hers and I could feel the warm tingle of her fur… It was real…

It was freaking real!

Her beastly nose… her thick nipples, the goatee… it was real and she was going to make me…

Words failed me.

“Michel, for f-fuck sake, I’m sorry… I’m sorry, you can’t…! I can’t…! I have m-money!”

Michel chuckled with a painful honesty.

“Do you think we goats care about money? There’s no need for cash where we are going and we’re not coming back from there.”

“I’m nnnnnooommmt!”

“Shhhh, let go, Rene…”

“Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!”

Her fingers had begun to gently rub my nethers and I instantly soaked them, my heart bouncing all around my ribcage… I could have melted in her arms… maybe I did…

“It's gonna be fine, trust me… You and I are the same and this is exactly what we deserve. If I’m wrong… Just say no…”

“Fffffff-fuck…! Fuck! Yesh!”

I tightly closed my eyes, my lips, held my breath in the darkness…

Her lips embraced mine.

Lust consumed my existence.

A sea of lush golden grass.

Wearing a white toga and with my hair braided into a bun, I sat on a rock in the middle of that meadow, beneath a warm sun. I was a midwife from the nearby villa, shepherding a herd of goats who were grazing around my seat.

It was the time of myth.

A goat sat on my lap, a very young one with blonde fur. The poor thing had lost her mother and I was breastfeeding her.

My ears shivered, catching the tune of a pan flute melody in the distance, the goat jumped from my lap and with one of my breasts still unencumbered by fabric I sought out the source of the song. It was a terrible melody, messy and unsynchronized.

When I found the music my heart felt squeezed.

A satyress was approaching, playing her flute, a wine sack hanging from her shoulder, a piece of cloth covering her waist, but with her chest unclothed.

Michel.

She saw me and I leaped up in fear just as the baby goat had done previously. The herd looked around, startled as I ran in desperation.

But I couldn’t outrun a satyr.

The goat-woman caught me and we rolled on the grass, surrounded by bleats.

“You’ve got no skill with that flute…!” I moaned.

“I’m better at making women bleat,” she answered.

We rolled and touched and giggled, we kissed and licked and had sex on the grass, at the forest’s edge, on the river bank.

We were both women, tangled up on the floor of a motel room, licking each other's cunts.

I was the fauness and Michel the woman as I held her head between my furry legs.

We were both goats.

Any sense of self was lost in an infinite period of pleasure.

Michel held me down on all fours, we were back again in the golden meadow. I sobbed and groaned, one of the rams approached… and mounted me…

The echoes of my cries reached the skies.

The sun projected my shadow onto the golden canvas and out of the corner of my eye I saw my human form come to an end… shifted, reshaped, mutated… The ram was so good that I didn’t even care…

I belonged in the herd.

When the sun began to set a few young lads from the villa came around, searching for me, worried that I haven’t come back yet… but I was never going to… They found my empty clothes, my shepherds crook and other belongings piled on top of the rock…

Along with a wine sack.

They counted the goats… there was one more female among them…

The young men knew what my fate was, that I was a goat now. There was nothing they could do to help… neither they nor the gods themselves could save me…

Sharing an awkward mood they rounded up the herd and led us back to the villa.

That morning I had been the one shepherding the herd, by noon I was crawling between them, just another goat among dozens. I stopped for a moment and looked back, stretching my neck.

There, at the edge of the forest, in the shade of the trees, the satyress waved goodbye, with a satisfied smirk on her face.

My goatly eyes opened right in front of a pair of another goats.

I understood.

I’m not the protagonist of this tale.

…beeeeeeEEEEEH!”

Rene pushed herself away from the satyress, Michel, chuckling, gently patted her back as the naked woman continued bleating at the top of her lungs.

“That’s it, sis,” she said. “Go wild!”

“BEEEEEEEEEEEEH! EEEEEEEH! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Peeking out from behind the sofa, Irma witnessed the scene with complete attention. After the kiss had ended her nude step-mother had begun to bleat like a crazed beast for the satyress’ amusement… but there was something else wrong, not that anything had been right to begin with with any of the events that were now occurring… Irma stared closely at the bleating woman… she noticed… the terrified eyes…

Rene’s pupils… had become long and horizontal…

The young woman leaned forward slightly.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” the bleat broke into q cough, followed by a desperate. “How could you do this to me!” she grabbed her belly, a triangular mark had appeared on her skin, surrounding her navel.

Her belly started to swell up, inflating - becoming round and stretching the skin until her navel popped out. Rene clenched her teeth in a very goat-like way as her own goatee grew from her chin.

“See…?” Michel calmly reassured her. “We are the same.”

Fur spread like wildfire from the area of her groin, down her legs, up her inflated belly, towards her rear. Spotted and tri-coloured: Black, white and brown.

“SHhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiii-iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!”

Rene grabbed her buttocks and bleated, which seemingly caused her neck, muzzle and ears to stretch from that act. Squeezing her ass she spread her buttocks, showing off her anus, making Irma yip. With a few cracks of bone that arse flattened itself out, remaining spread and becoming furry. On top a short tail sprouted and shook, her vagina, leathery as her butthole, slid closer to her back door.

A perfect nanny’s ass.

“Eeeeeeeeeh! EEEE-EHHHHHHHH! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” her face was deforming into the caprine, blunter and animalistic, the tingle of the transformation reaching both her fingers and toes, in a burst of panic she tried to reach her step-daughter. “IrrrmaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Irma shook her head slowly, hardly moving, not blinking at all, she hadn’t blinked once for a while despite the dry itch in her eyes. Her wide open eyes kept staring directly at the goat-in-making even as she hid slightly behind one side of the sofa.

But she didn’t have anything to worry about.

Rene only took a couple of wobbling steps before stopping, she couldn't keep her balance a second longer and bent her knee.

“Miiiiiiiiicheeeeeeeeee! Mmmeeeechiiiii--iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiih!”

Michel approached her transforming old friend and put a hand on her back.

“Shhh…” she whispered, carefully helping Rene down onto all fours. “You are doing fantastic…” the satyress assured as she stroked the goat’s vulva. “Better than me in fact.”

“Nnnnhuuuuueeeeeeeee!”

Pleasure and numb pain was a strangely good mix. Rene’s feet slid on the floor as her ankles snapped and her soles elongated, the toes merging, hardening and reforming into goatly hooves at their ends, leg’s shortening in line with that sequence of changes.

Her lower body was by now completely goat, if she had managed to stand up she could have passed for a second satyr lady in the room… but that wasn’t going to be her fate…

Definitely not for any time soon, that’s for sure.

Fur climbed her back, her nipples thickened, extra weight sagged her modest tits as they began their migration into the realm of an udder.

Which for goats is between the legs.

Michel massaged those shifting breasts with the hand that wasn’t massaging the cunt, she fondled the merging skin as the areolas extended beyond their limits, turning from pale skin into pink.

“When someone gets turned into a female milky beast,” explained Michel. “They get their milk tank filled up for free… Hmmm… See?”

The satyress’ squished one of those long nipples, warm white liquid squirted out and Rene bleated loudly.

“MiiiiIIIIIch-cheeeeeeeeeeee-eEEEEH!”

Irma slid down in the safety of her hiding place, muffled gasps and rubbing sounds came from behind the sofa.

By the time the fully formed pink udder, with it’s two teats and milk, made Rene spread her hindquarters she had reached the point of acquiring front quarters to match. Arms shortened, properly aligning her body to it’s new quadrupedal state, hands turned into another pair of reliable hooves.

Her shoulder blades snapped, spread, then receded whilst her torso barreled to match her the hairy bloated belly. She became smaller, compact, her neck elongated away from her body as her incessant bleating sounded more and more brutish and beastly as the end of the metamorphosis approached.

Most of her body was by now entirely covered in calico fur.

Entirely goat.

From the neck down no trace remained of the woman and crowning her neck there only remained a vaguely human head that would soon be no more. Michel crawled in front of the head, she sat, touching her vagina while she caressed Rene’s chin.

The almost-goat snorted.

“Beeeeee! BEEEEE! Miiiicheeeee! Iiiiiiiiiii nuuuuuut thiiin… ngggggGGEEEEEeegh! I cannnnttttt!”

“Shhh…” whispered Michel. ”There’s no backsies for us, sis. Tell me… Who have you been fucking?”

“Baaaaaaaaaa!”

“Don’t try to pull that on me, you still have a few words left.”

Rene gulped, her hair falling out. She was shivering from the tips of her long floppy ears to the tips of the erect teats on her udder.

“Nnnnn… Maaaaah gyyyyyyymmm teeeeeee-eeeeeahcher!”

Michel chuckled gently, grabbing Rene’s face with both hands.

“We are truly the same, you and me…”

She kissed Rene once more and Rene leaned into the softness. As their tongues entangled the heads of both barely-women changed to fully caprine. Skulls reshaped into full blown muzzles covered in fur until only their snouts were touching.

When Michel opened her eyes she was holding a goat’s head.

“Aren’t you a cute old nanny?” she said.

“Beeee…!”

The satyress rose up, the goat didn’t, because she couldn’t anymore. A hornless, mature, calico-furred female goat with a large pink udder hanging between her back legs, trembling nervously now her changes had ended. She shook her whole body, similar to how a dog would and bleated softly.

Michel giggled and patted the head of the beast.

“You are hornless cause you were harmless!”

“BEEE!”

“I turn you into a goat and that’s what offends you? Geez, well, now we only have to FAAAAAAAAAAACK!” Michel had just caught a glimpse of her now fully goat-head in the nearest reflecting surface. “I really have no self-control!”

The goat snorted in a way that almost sounded like a chuckle.

“It’s not funny, Reny! It was already going to be a pain in the ass to leave with a goat and being half-goat myself without the goat head! I’ll have to figure something out… Oh! The lipstick, where did I drop it? We can’t leave it…”

“Ma’am…!”

The sudden return of that shy voice took Michel and the goat by surprise, they had both forgotten there was a third person in the room. Irma was standing up behind the toppled sofa. Her cheeks were bright red, her hands close together, holding the lipstick tube against her chest, one of her nipples was outside her dress… her panties, soaked, were around her knees…

“You - Irma, was it?” Michel gloated as she walked towards the young woman, Irma nodded, confirming it was her name. “You’ve been enjoying the spectacle, haven't you?”

Irma nodded and looked down at the goat behind the satyress, and she mumbled in a quiet voice.

“She deserved it…?”

Michel shrugged.

“In my opinion that question is sorta pointless. Deserved…? Deserve to become goats? That’s just silly! It’s just what happened and it happens that we fit the role perfectly. Don’t overheat your poor brain thinking about it, you will only lose hours of sleep for nothing!” Michel took the lipstick tube from Irma’s hands and winked at her. “Thank you for the help, you are a good girl, wish your mommy good luck in the pens!”

Michel began to walk away, quickly followed by the goat. Irma couldn’t take her eyes from them as they approached the room’s door… particularly the nanny’s swollen udder… Her whole concept of reality had crumbled into dust in the past hour… but there was something she was sure of… despite not daring to say it…

“Ma’am…!” she repeated. “Can I… m-maybe… Jjjjjj…” her voice died away when the goat’s heads turned to look back at her, she looked away, clenching her lips, her eyes watering, her face so red you could feel the heat by just looking.

The satyress frowned and cocked her head…

“Yes?” she asked.

Irma tried to answer and mumble something unintelligible.

There was another short moment of thought, then a smirk appeared in Michel’s muzzle…

“Aaaaaahhh… The question was if YOU deserved to be a goat, was it? Got you so crazy horny that the idea of following mommy Reny to the farmyard is all you can think about now? But isn’t that kind of another pointless question? If you are so turned on by the idea of throwing away your humanity for an existence leaping and bleating in the meadow, naked, on all fours and with a dangling udder, to the point that you are scared of missing the chance… you’ve sorta already answered your own question… don’t you agree?”

The young woman, who was still incapable of lifting her eyes, closed her eyes and nodded vigorously. Michel was already walking towards her while painting her muzzle with the dark lipstick.

Behind her, the goat seemed uncertain about the sudden twist, but she didn’t feel in any position to judge her daughter, so she just sat and got ready to enjoy the show.

“Eh,” said the satyress. “I guess Adelia is gonna have to deal with animal control again…!”