"Treacherous," was your manner of thought then, after becoming as part woman and partially a doe goat.
"Lustrous, in the most real extreme, as from the sensations of vaginal leaking wets and arouses the groin!"
As evil thoughts ensue, lust for want of anything sexual becomes undeniable; you know the feel of Rut, needing of either anything male or female. The furred vulva similar that to a doe goat but larger, is taking control of you every thought and desires. It arouses your breasts, the nipple pucker stiffening, they bloat, tweaking to rise pointing both to rise skyward.
Your goat's tail begin to wiggle from the sexual excitement building within this new stimulating of you.
Thoroughly excited then, you wish to tell all of how you feel and of what you are, as you exhale the bleating cry of a horny Satyress!
"Yes, oh yes, there might be more the book holds for you to discover...," pleased are you from being partially a goat, you wonder of how you may feel if standing on all fours and with cloven hooves?
"Spells, yes animal spells, farm animal spells, a list of, as ah there is for goats, Satyress..., yes a goat, doe goat or Billy goats, they are male, as wildly horny. Yet you feel drastically horny, so how much more horny is a Billy more than being a Doe?
Spell makings endeavor your aroused and tingling vagina to weeping such a flow, its scent is equally arousing your mind. You read the Doe goat spell, repeating of it several times before you hear then a voice speaking.
"What fool has so invoked me to cause as curse some body to become as is a doe goat for a lifetime of beastly fornicating, as shall the accursed live then seven times the life span of a born goat. As allow then of me to recon, a goat may live eighteen years, as multiply by the times of seven.
Ah-huh, therefore the spell caster has requesting of her being so doomed to a lifetime of not less than one hundred and twenty-six years of being a virile, as continuously young, an all black of body fur, with yellow eyes, a sexy doe goat animal. My thought is to cursing and blessing the spell caster with the full retention of her mental self, being aware of what she was and of what shall remain. As her beastly lusts will direct her lifestyle, her memories of being moral a person when human should cause her mental agony. Therefore, you there be now as another of the damned!"
"Oh fuck, what shall as will this spell wrought," you fearfully so exclaim, as the curse begins a painful transition of your Satyress self to being as if born a doe goat.