"CHARLIE..., why this, why now, why you, yuck, what you stuck in my mouth, it stank!" Janice said, she rising to stand and still wanting nothing to do with her very different husband.
"This is the new me, I drove the recent victims of Madame Illusia from her theater to the ferryboat. She offered me money to help her with some personal items she needed pushed about, a couple hour job for which she did this to me as payment. I like what she did, if makes me feel very sexy, and comes with a bonus. The bonus is that my semen is just as infecting as is what the satyr glade satyrs have, and now, you my dear shall become the female equal of me a satyr." Charlie said, he trying to bonify and explain why he looked very different.
"Well understand this foolish husband of mine. Firstly, what Madame Illusia did was for her want for feeling younger than the old witch really is, and she made you to be one of her pets.
Secondly, you are not a satyr, but more a goat than you were, are human. If what you said about having infectious satyr semen were true, then quite soon the two of us would get picked up by Park guards, and we sent off to a goat farm to live our lives as beasts.
Thirdly your timing for chosing to fuck with Madame Illusia is not too cool, as I learned todat I am pregnant with your human baby. I want a baby, a human child, not a kid goat!
Also, I wanted to end my job here and have us move back to the mainland. I want to show my mother my baby after it is born, and not give it away as an orphan because his mother became a doe goat for Pleasure Island farms. Now this, that from what I see you are, there is little of the man I married who left home for work this morning. If you look into a mirror, what you would see is mostly a big buck goat with a semi-human face and hands about to change into cloven hooves.
I would make a bet that by morning when we would awake, my husband would be a buck goat and nothing human.
Don't give me that big cow-eyed look as if I am being stubborn. I am not one of those fool people who got themselves transformed into jackasses, or jennet donkey breeders. If you might think about it for a minute, when we arrived here, we were offered general antidote injections so we could not get infected. I got the injection but you being chicken about syringe needles, you made excuses until the human resource doctor forgot you ever existed, or did not care if you made an ass of yourself.
You can stay here tonight, and I might let you mate me once or twice, but no more than two times. So come then the morning, expect me to call the Island security guards to take custody of my new pet buck goat. I learned enough about this place to keep out of trouble, and not tell what happens here daily. I know that the park management offers a reward for information and/or capture of a transformee." Janice said, as Charlie stood there fondling his erection, fingering the drips of goat semen up to his mouth and sucking his fingers clean.