I had been months since Emily had mingled with goats, listened to their stories, felt their warmth, basked in their kinship. She missed even more dearly the far more goaty form she had taken back then; muzzle, hoof hands, no human speech, a drastically changed mind; All the time in Carrie's farm was so long ago now; remembered dearly.
"Oh Malcom..." she breathed, looking out over the sea of bleating fur, "they, they look so... so happy". Her furry hands gripped the railing of the fence hard.
"Seeing them I can tell you want to be with them, yes?" Malcom asked, staring hard at the furry naked goat-woman. She blushed under his gaze, but nodded.
"And you say that if you get pregnant by a goat you will change into full goat until the kid is weaned?" He followed, Emily nodded again, whimpering, her tail raising, shaking in excitement.
"Then Emily I feel I can't let you mingle, for if you did, then the pull may be to great, and you'd be a doe before I could bleat." He continued, voice hard.
Emily whimpered, knees going soft; she was so close here.
"I want to give us a try, a chance to see if I can mate with you as human. I am not without heart though; one year I ask, if after one year you still feel moved to join the herd then I will not stand in your way." He placed a hand on her furred shoulder and watched her turn and look up at him, eyes large.
"Let me be your buck." He finished. She looked back, gaze meeting his.
"Malcom I joined because you have goats, let myself be sold because I yearn to be with them, my wish was to become like I was. I long for the return of my muzzle, the hoof of my hands, the speech of my kin. To take my goatiness further, to become as a doe and wean a kid. Now that I stand here, in front of them, I see no other want. No other way. I beg of you, let me mate with that buck there, the large black one, that I may become his entire." Her nose twitched as she smelled deeply the pheromones of her goat peers.
"I see your mind made up Emily... I am disappointed you change your mind so soon from our journey" he huffed.
"The fault is not yours... I was in heat and had forgotten the pull of the heard till I saw it." She admitted. Pulling back.
"Then go..." he sighed, "But know that I will watch over you as a treasured member of my heard, and look forward to your return once your kid has been weaned. Perhaps then we can make a go of us"
"Perhaps" finished Emily, before climbing the fence and wading to her buck. She stood taller than he, but once on all fours presenting, he towered over her trembling form.
Bestial and frantic was their lovemaking, Emily eager to be his doe, and he to spill his seed. She sighed in happiness when it happened, as almost two years of deep longing were finally realised. She would be as a goat now true, once he quickened within her. All her wishing went to hoping it would take.