Emily stood there, she thinking, seemed to want to laugh at what she had to do with cursing her best friend to becoming a rather large and healthy doe goat. Tami was from her changing feeling the animal style of euphoria from her healthy body and the new spring in her manner of walking. Tami the goat looked up at what she in her simplified mind saw the sweaty smelling Satyress as if kin to a goat herd.
"Baa...," cried Tami at her seemingly master and mistress mate.
Emily sank to a crouched pose and motioned for her golatish friend to give a sniff and expected her to then do a licking of the weeping juices seeping from a working satyr-goat vagina.
Tami turned and ran away the same as had Lionel.
Emily stood up and calling to her changed friend, she beckoned Tami to come back to her, as they were friends!
Although the satyr that began the reign of terror that Emily wound release upon both friends and her few enemies, he was dead, but she, Emily was alive and becoming evil of thoughts and desires.