Why Her
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Love is blind and there should be no secret between two who are in love. Friend Tim had proposed our mutual college chum Alice, and to his surprise she refused, as said she had reservations about their relationship becoming permanent.
That confrontation was too much of a rejection for Tim, he excused himself from her and turned around, and he walked past his vehicle and wandered along the country road. He did not know what she felt 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 as he walked that country road, it having few residences built along its ten-miles from the highway turnoff. As Tim walked and thought he said, not one car came past him, allowing him time alone to think. As he walked the sound of a twig snapping suggested he was not all that alone.
Tim, unlike me a country kid, he was born as a city dweller, but knew the purpose and use of owning a personal firearm, a pistol. Scared, he drew it out from his coat pocket, a nine millimeter semi-automatic pistol. He had told of his father had owned a hand held gun, and became a collector.
Scared, Tim his hands shaking he had to hold his gun with both hands and outstretched arms to sway it, as 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 his girlfriend who Tim had thought he left an hour before, where 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 asked of her, he wishing she would join him there on the road surface. As for how she got there and why then she stayed down in the ditch, the darkness, and looking for him, made him wonder about her.
"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 almost ordering Alice to stop her foolishness and come closer to where he might see her.
The sounds of her seemingly weighty footsteps were all he could hear as she came coming closer. Her coming up onto the road 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 the light, whether natural or electric helps to keep my condition within a tolerable control. It is the black darkness of night like we have in the country, away from any light and my mother and I own a fear." Alice walked as she kept talking 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 of a monster.
"Halt right there, who are you, identify yourself and where is Alice, Alice where are you?" Tim frightened, yelled, he urgently wishing to see his dear lover as safe and not injured by this... monster.
"Tim, this is my true self, I am Alice! This is what my mother is and I am by being her daughter." Alice her voice coming from the leering monster creature then standing across the road from where Tim stood 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, making what you see happen 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 her voice choked with emotion, she walking, striding ever closer to her lover; Tim 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 when there was a light on in the room or on the beach. You recall then that once when we made love and I fell asleep, you turned off the light in the room and I awoke. I found myself as having begun to change and left you there, I ran to hide until morning, as by sunlight I use to change back to 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 deer looking at the headlights of a vehicle about to cause their death. A Were not in love with you would take advantage of a person so mesmerized, and by various means would infect you.
Do you remember Kyle Rooste, how he disappeared?
Kyle saw me as my Were-goat form and did chase after me until he tackled me, and by necessity, I did infect him, letting him do what he wanted. I can at will allure anyone, male or female with my furry form, my aroused breasts, and enlarged nipples. Anyone foolish enough to come and suckled, as drank my milk, from it has properties causes a suitor to change. Kyle was one who after he molested me, had sex and suckled my breasts, I asked him to eat me out, my furry pussy. He was like that proverbial deer, as I allowed him to suckle my breasts, with his face in my furry pussy, he tonguing at me until so aroused, he did not believe his eyes when stepping back as off and away to see he had become then a large male goat.
Boyfriend Kyle became a Boer breed of a buck goat, and he fell in love with the increased sensuality of his living a beastly lifestyle. We laid and mated a whole night until morning when only I changed back, as he stood there bleating pitifully, like 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 and stood for hours rutting each doe several sessions.
Kyle was my first and the second was his nervous brother Kevin. He was about as you are now with the exception that he became argumentative 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 ejected as an enzyme in me surrounded his member and entered up inside it. He did me four times more, leaving me come early morning. He drove to his apartment where hours later he then cell phoned me to beg, plead, for help.
He was afraid but rejected me while asking for help from his strange ailment.
I laughed at him, as that angered him more.
Unbeknown by him as I knew what anger and or physical exertion would cause, the enzyme does something to human organs. After having had sex with the likes of me, any touching of another living animal form binds the selection of an alternative form, and of a future becomes as something permanent. Kevin drove home and tended to his daily as morning chores, did feed, water, and groom his pet Welsh ponies.
When after he called me, and I arrived late in the morning there to his widowed mother's country estate, as I found him in a stall, he sheath deep and working off his changing frustrations was mating a mare. Quite the sight to see a graduate student soon for college and planning to be a veterinarian someday, he partially changed of species, standing, breeding with a born animal pony mare!
You know he still thought he was human as he stood there rutting, humping the mare. When he saw me there watching him, he had an epiphany, as stepped back, pulled free from his endeavoring mating one of his prized Welsh pony mares. He made me want to laugh after he pulled free of his mare and used his shirt to wipe the vaginal slime off his still erect pony size cock.
My glamour and presence pulled him back past being rather over the edge with sexual lust, to where he again use his brain to think and not his big balls. He stood there and ignored the fact his body had changed to such an extent, he was but a human face attached to a fine looking stallion pony. His reason for calling me there was to somehow help him.
As I explained to Kevin in detail, I could not help him, he had mated more than three of his prize winning pony mares and from it, he had continued to force along his changing. In some the head and face are the last to conform to what shall be their new body. Like Kevin, as by nightfall I so informed him, he would become permanently, a Welsh stallion pony.
My curse is as changeless to me, that Kevin began to cry, he begging me, as if I had a way or could cause his changing to reverse or cease. I stayed with him, comforting him watching as he returned to finish mating that mare. He returned to me, looked spent as his big balls were working to reinvigorate him, he asked nicely if I would allow him to tongue-lick my pussy clean.
He took more than an hour as to his tonguing at me, did a fair job of licking me clean for my next victim. When he felt invigorate in his groin, he left me and moved on to do, mate with his mother's prize Quarter horse mare.
The last I knew of Kevin, he being a sleek as lovely Buckskin stud with a black man and tail, he having too white stockings on all four legs. His own mother sold her son made stud pony to a mule farm. He by then, after a year of frolic with mares, went willingly to breed with jennet donkeys for making of mules. He would from being highly intelligent when human passed on to his foals an increased intelligent many times that of common born mules!
Now enough of my past and the exploits I enjoyed with bold young men, as for you, as I said, staring at such as I is dangerous...
If you really love me then kneel, as with your tongue give a good licking to my very aroused vagina. Come, be my lover, doing it orally with me my enzymes cannot harm you worse than make of you to become a satyr, to be my male counterpart in a marriage made..., well not in heaven!
If after you clean me, we should have proper sex, my enzymes with infect you to cause a change and give me my fun lover being wholly a buck goat. Either of what you chose is fine with me, I will love you still.
Tim told me how he fell to his knees there along that country road and gave to Alice his devotional tonguing she so delighted getting when as a Were-goat form. They fondled and he slurped at her, mouthing, kissing, as never once did he get close or she allow Tim to push his penis inside her.
Theirs was a night of wild sex, the like kind Tim never expected to have with her, who he respected and felt a blind sense of love.
Sadly and much to my dismay, friend Tim while telling me about how he was becoming a satyr as soon then after should be then a male goat animal, he did something to me that was despicable, as felt oddly neat, and since I find myself peering over pasture fences wishing, and considering of what species I would prefer to live my life being..., oh God help me!
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