"No my Master," said the Genie, as he offered a reply to what damn fool wish would doom me physically, and do worse.
"Why not Genie, my sense of lust is such that I feel a gut pain trailing to my groin with want to feel my penis baring deep inside a furry female satyr. I am so far gone into my lusty passion that losing myself, becoming a big buck goat for life would feel pleasurable. The closer she comes toward me her pheromones are driving me to desire perdition." I said, as kneeling and filled with woe I was more than willing to become as one damned!
The Genie sighed before he replied, as said, "My Master, what you ask for from me is a foolish idea. I could gift you the male genitals of a Kinko breed buck goat and let you mate with that Satyress. Your change of genitals would at the worst remain goat-like for as long as you use them to tickle the sex of female satyrs and or doe goats. I would suggest you leave the female satyr to meander away, and if a doe goat is your preferred female mate, then fornicate bestiality style.
"He wants me," pleaded Aron Dil, he a she and quite sexually aroused, stood nearby wanting me to such an extent her furry pussy was seeping sour scented juices.
"Please Genie, let me have my way with..., with, ah, ah..., baa...," Aron said, as his voice and tone changed, until she could only bleat like a goat. I watched, feeling the horror Aron was feeling, she changing, the Genie focusing his power toward her. Aron was getting furrier, her torso and human breasts seeing drastic changes. Her breasts became as an udder, and her tit-nipples became as goat teats. Aron cringed as her arms became fore-legs ending in cloven hoofs, while her head and face changed form, until Aron fell forward, she a doe goat, but just as horny!
"Sorry Aron, but maybe this is for the best for both of us, as your scent has changed, and being a doe goat you do not give me the same urge to mate with the likes of you!" I said, as my Genie sighed with relief, as knew my urges were the doom of me.
"Genie, I wish for my friend Aron that she live a long life, maybe equal to the life span made mention in the bible, that of three score and ten years, her being a she goat, but never aging, always young, if constantly horny?"
"Done, as easily done, your wish is now the life expectancy of Aron Dil, him a she, is now the Boer breed goat and a doe!" My Genie specified.
As Aron scampered away, she scenting the buck goats, our friends at play, I knew down deep in me her future was for her best.