Contract folded and stuck between the pages of her class manual, Melody headed for the Professor's study. As she rounded the corner seeing the door to the study close she was worried if someone else had gone to see the new professor first.
Standing just outside the door she could not see through the frosted glass, but could hear all too well what was being said inside. One of her classmates, a Alan Messengar had gone in before her and wanting not a sole person to hear her offerings Melody had to wait.
Waiting would have been easy with benches placed about near the many professors study rooms along the hall. Yet after her conversation with the strange professor he by some unknown means had reinstituted her satyress form. She looked for a room nearby to stay and remain out of the sight for any young male students who seeing her would fall under her sexual spell.
Spotting the janitorial storeage closet she went inside and stood in the dark listening with her goat like hearing for Lysaila to finish with talking to Alan.
Soon it had been a half hour and from the professor's study Melody could hear sounds of moaning which remembered well from the orgies she had been so willingly a part.
Inside the study Lysaila had unvailed herself showing the young male student a demonic beauty form of a jet black satyress form. She had him licking and sucking the demonic juices from her furry pussy making her moan with bestial delights.
Alan a nice guy and very much a true gentleman had after seeing the demon in her sexual form found himself cursed to do whatever the demoness desired.
Wallowing his handsome face in the furry crotch his own facial skin was being assulted by the demoness' infecting hairs. As the tickled his face and senses, the hairs inserted the quill ends into Alan's skin. As he moved within the confines of her furry groin the hairs transplanted themselves making for Alan a face looking more goatish than he'd ever though could be true.
Lysaila being well nimble and highly practised in the ability was bent at the waist allowing her prey to wallow as she removed his clothing.
"Rise my lover and face me!" demanded Lysaila to Alan.
Alan did as ordered, standing there his now yellow eyes starring at Lysaila with a rank bestial lust. His face, the bridge of his nose and upper lip having merged making the beginning of his goatish face muzzel. His ears and the surrounding hair had thickened forming the beginning of his goat pelt of fur. A busy tongue continued to lick the sweet pussy juices which clung to the many new hairs about his lips.
Breathing in rapid but large breathes Alan did not even care to notice his toes becoming hooves, or his groin changing to be that of a billy goat gruff.
"Alan I want you mine in body and soul! Do you wish to grant me your body and soul for all eternity?" asked Lysaila knowing that no man alive could resist her passions.
Moaning out a mangled human yes word through lips now best made for grazing, formed by his tongue long enough to lick out Lysaila's deep black pussy, the deal was confirmed done.
Lysaila stepped tightly to stand before Alan, her eyes never leaving his or even blinking. Her hands were busy fondling his maleness and bringing the young man to a fevered pitch of wild desire.
Alan began to jump up and down his pangs for humping becoming inserted into his human mindset. Lysaila smiled seeing him so very willingly release his hold on humanity and accept with thrilled delight to become for her a billy goat sire.
Alan wiggled his but furiously as a sprouting goat tail peaked out his skin. Large furry scaked testicles bounced between furry goat legs as Alan danced wishing and wanting to feel sex as a billy goat and iniside Lysaila.