She chuckles, as if whatever she was thinking about you caused her a new, horny sensation. You felt her vagina quiver, the strong muscular walls holding your satyr cock tight begins then to roll with waves, as if she were milking you for your semen.
You moan, as need to moan with every wave of vagina squeezing done to your cock.
"Wha, what is so funny," you asked of her, but she continued to chuckle and smile.
"I feel more of a need, as if from my drinking down your milk, it is making me boil with a sense of beastly lust, the jealous kind where if there were another male satyr or even a buck goat, I would want to fight with either for the desire to mate, breed with you... you, you expected this to happen, feeding me your teats and milk.
My guts, they ache, hut worse than when I first began to change, like changing to being a satyr, now I feel a rank desire to become for you as me a buck goat. I, I want so bad to mount your furry butt, to thrust me cock, to spike it inside you and begin breeding as would a male goat with a doe.
This is not right, and you know it!"
The changes were just beginning, as I felt my hands merging, wrists becoming as soon for-knees, arms made into legs, and more fur covering me soon from head to hoofs. Nasty as it would seem, my mind feels the urge to become wholly different, like become an animal, a male goat, and in time, lose myself to being a common farm animal, a Goat!"