“Beware of Pan and his followers, as they are devious in their ways to snag men or women; as you have seen and lived the life being one of their many victims.” The bold woman said, as she stepped back and raised her arms and hands spread above him, as if to bless.
“I had revoked Pan’s infection that engulfed you; due to you deciding to act with vengeance, I must make amends with your physical self since Pan and his followers know their crafts well!
However, I need regenerate again some of what you were, though different still a form as part of your new lease on life. I am afraid for you that going and being as a whole man; you will fail and become a victim once more.
My thought is to allow the first phase of Pan’s bedeviling curse to enhance your body, and make his followers believe you are as one of their vile breed. Understand this well, what I am about to do is not permanent, but If Pan realizes your body is not wholly one of his, he will most assuredly turn upon you with an undeniable force to doom, damn, and kill.
Therefore, you have need of a disguise to wear, while probing for your best chance to rain down some mortal manner of being avenging unto an immortal force of dire evil.” She said as dressed in her flowing robe of red she did cast golden rays, beams of light from her hands.
Golden rays as hot as is the Sun up in the sky rained down, engulfing, holding a manly body as held captive until her full plan had flourished into existence. Joel bowed low to the grace giving spirit, and said to her, “Please, as not wishing to forget your kindness, and my deliverance from living beastly as evil by being a buck goat, I would thank you for making of me as you wish, if though I still hope to serve you someday soon and your loving endeavors.
As was when a goat, did the head, shoulders, back, belly arms, hands and hind end as legs too, all what was human became of form and in every essence except the mentality was then as a dappled brown with a dirty yellow mane and tail pony.
A faked shrill whinny was the announced realization as to knowing the change had finalized, while affording a better sense of purpose than felt when as a buck goat. A wonder of sensations being similar to those given a goat, but enhanced from being an equine pony animal.
“Hear me, know this and remember it well, as for the many sensations you know by becoming a pony, and generally a male, you are a gelding, as without a scrotum and minus the testicles.
When needed to prove your sense of lust you may mount, aim, insert, thrust, but that is as far as you can do without beckoning of Pan to regenerate your having a scrotum.
Do your manner of avenging and get away from Pan and his wrath.
Become as any man turned foolhardy and expect then Pan to send his satyr women to again coax, taunt, sensually play, and infect you with a renewed desire for primal lust, as Pan might give you big balls or transition your gender and make you a mare, a devout Pan follower, you a horny mare!”
A bit scared and acting as less anxious to meet Pan on his own tuff, Joel walked away, did not trot, but stopped, looked back at her his deliverer from a life so vile, he having been a goat, hated his being a goat!