"Treacherous is alive, and beholding to her, there is a new you for the summer months being as her personal Familiar, a servant, and when called upon maybe as her passionate lover," The very womanly witch had stated, as you with your usual dull wits asked of her, "Is this now me, my legs..., as feet, I have hocks and cloven hoofs," you twisting the hips, said as well, "and I have a tail; what then as I feel pain!
"Oh crap, as I have now horns sprouting out my forehead; and ears like a goat, and where is my penis?"
"Ha, your perfect now for my purposes; and yes you still have a penis. Do check your furred navel, and trace down about two inches, as there you have the sheath similar of a male goat!" She smiling did instruct your to worry less, and try to appreciate what she wanted for you to become and serve.
"This new me, I am as your satyr, but just for the summer months; as my being this earns me then five granted wishes," you asked while combing your fingers through fast thickening curls of goat fur. The expanding pelt of fur was growing to cover you, as all of your head, neck, body, arms, and legs.
"Hey, my head and ears, as my nose is expanding, merging with my mouth, it is forming on my face a muzzle," you worriedly did exclaim.
"Bah, you worry too much, besides what is happening, you still need to change more for becoming a familiar; as especially gaining a long goat tongue needing to servicing me. My Familiars must keep my vagina clean; and you shall, starting now begin to lick at me, your nice goat tongue delving inside my hot vaginal tunnel, and there lick, lick, as lick me clean!"
"Baa, ah wha..., baa wha..., naa..., naa...," oh damn, as my muzzle formed, I have lost the ability to form words, and her power has enveloped to control my mind, forcing me to do as what she so orders!
The witchy woman raised her left leg to better allow me to work my muzzle, as slide flush to her crusty cunt. Me gagging, my tongue reached deep, and tasted her inner, as foul and grossly flavored fluids. Indeed, IK realized that some of what clung to my tongue; was of hers, and the rest was semen spewed by her last male companion.
"Naa...,bah," I did moaned, as the witch was beautiful about her face and body; she had failed to regularly bathe or wash her nether lips region. Even as my licking continued, some of her vaginal slime clung to my teeth, as I felt the urge to need chew the thickly congealed yuck found clinging about on her inner walls.
"Naa, bah," I bleated, as oddly thee rank flavors were arousing my goat' cock from its furred sheath.
"What is this, no no my Imp goat familiar, you may clean me, but never, as not shale we as ever mate!
Know this, as remember this well, if I were to let you mate with me; when you retract your cock, from then you shall become as changed to being all a buck goat. Just imagine then of you being permanently a goat; as living for a hundred years of being and knowing you were an always horny, buck goat. As maybe sometime rewarded with a gifted wish, while living being a goat?
You shall breed with thousands of doe goats, and lie missionary style on top of dozens of equally horny women. I guarantee, that you shall never physically age, but remain virile, as your big balls become insatiable with goat semen. You might never wish for better a cursed body and lifestyle by me; lest for some need by me you become a virile donkey who would prefer women more, than to mate an equine vulva.
Ah.. that feels better, my vagina is now clean again.
Familiar, is your tongue sore, a wagging of the head has you say then no?
Well go to my barn and lick clean there the vulvas of my one cow, as then three mares, and finish by cleaning thoroughly the vile vulvas of my doe goat herd, as all two hundred and ninety one; then you may report back to me when finished!"
"Naa," you bleated to agree and begin what would take even a born buck goat weeks to do completely; making the wonderment if five wishes is worth this amount of male, oral, sexual demeaning?