Stan stood there breathing heavy breaths and feeling his cock go rigid as the scent of nany filled the air. A shake of his head as he tried to clear away beast thoughts and remain human were not working well.
Soon Stan was bleating madly as if a goat born a goat and coming into the feeling of sexual passions. Bellaire looked his way and dropping off his blessed nanny he lowered his horns ready to fight.
Human thoughts vanished in a storm of strong urges to fight for his rite to mate. Pawing the ground dirt dusted his still out rigid cock as two cervine minds turned to war.