"Certainly your toying with the tome of some ancient wizard was a foolish, if not treacherous and cockeyed idea. It was from that moment in time, and you having heard the voice of a devil speaking, you boldly dared the spirit to make your situation as more difficult.
Indeed, for some gutsy thought to act defiant, and say "Oh fuck you spirit, as of what I have wrought, shall these numbers of spells expand and cause me more as so cursed. I fear you not; and exclaim no matter the painful manner of my transition from Satyress, to me being as cursed then worse, that I be as if born a doe goat, I shall live triumphally!"
That was so dumb too say, as if then I had acted differently, as with respect for a powerful being, what shall be as me might well have not become my utter doom?
A thought then to quickly read another spell and redirect the beastly course of my doomed as damned lifestyle, I began turning of pages; even as ma, ma, ah, my fingers began to darken and begin stiffening, as soon to becoming as hoofs.
"Devil be as of a woman so damned," you began to read an interesting spell, but stopped. You had a second thought about your toying with a book as something you were a novice. Thoughts of demonic treachery entered your mind, as you quickly begin paging further into the varied lists of magical spells.
Then you saw a possible chance to better your situation. A spell to raise the master devil specified to manage the spells cast by the Tome owner; as it showed promise.
Daring as it was foolhardy, you figured that arousing the devil could no make your present and future situation as much worse. So then you read the spell, and a minute later the ground around you began to shiver and shake.
"Dargon, why hast thou summoned me, as your usual manner of casting a spell has..., and who might you be, so where is Dargon?" A black and red, steaming as smoldering a smell devil did appear before you.
"You, who read the same spell, doing it seven times, requesting of being a female satyr, you call your self a Satyress. Well young fool, a Satyress is easily transformed to becoming as all a doe goat. As I see that one of my underling devils has begun of such a transitioning of you to being a goat animal.
I imagine you wish to change now the curse upon your body, as lifestyle, and a future of being bred by terse Billy goats feeling gruff. However, what is you owns nothing of to trade, so why would you raise me away from my Hell bound duties?"
"If you could listen to my simple request," you faltering did so blubbered your manner of asking.
"Pitiful, so why should I help such a lowly thing as is you, damned to being a soon common farm animal. Then to, you might offer me a good laugh, so specify you wish or plan." The then smiling devil had said and stood waiting for you to expound your wish.
"If, and as to feeling pleased by my stupid doings with a Tome of spells I did dare, with the hope of enhancing my existence, but failed udderly!"
"Udderly, is that a word in your language," the devil then scoffed.
"No sir, it is my try at expressing the dumb situation I ignorantly brought upon my body and of soon growing on me an udder. I meant not to be humorous, as what has befallen me is a long lifetime of me buck fucked until cross-eyed, and made pregnant." You said to try and explain a growing sense of doom.
"I understand better your reasons for hope that I might take pity; but, in Hell there is no pity, just a warm feeling of the hate felt for evil and those who were non-believing of heavenly grace. You by speaking a spell has invoked the disdain of all heaven as you damned your longer lifetime while residing here on this planet.
As of this moment my underling devil has updated me with what he decided too change your fate. Mostly I agree with my worker, but of you becoming as all physically a doe goat animal, and gifted a much extended lifespan, does nothing to aid me in my workings. Thus dear girl, I shall take my time and listen to your idea, but it best be good!" It said, as from having humored the devil, he had a laugh and felt you might be as fun.
"Sir, if as possible, I would request as not becoming permanently a doe goat animal. I would so enjoy as being fucked regularly, as daily, even several times during any day, the bigger and longer a Billy goat cock I would enjoy.
My suggestion is you me to remain human, as greatly wealthy, a magnet then to draw men, young or old and any in as between the ages of teenage to elderly, and by my being at night, when me a Satyress, my cunt as cursed, they fucking with me shall cause each to transform. My lusty Satyress self when during the dark of night shall work to allure and arouse all males. Even rank and ignorant Billy goats having smelled of my cunt would desire to mate with me. As well human males having but seen their first ever true Satyresss, shall know of such lust that they are duty-bound for wanting to fuck with me.
As my only possible worth to you is for me if as already one of the damned, as to become a worker, an alluring fur bearing she beast with a cunt that gives my sexual suitors a animalistic curse. Most of those as cursed shall be animals with cloven hooves, such as goats, or cattle, but by my choosing, some shall my cunt doom to being ponies, with a cock of a size for me to fondle; and have them fuck me for my pleasured desires.
Women though, of they when seeing me shall react as might a lesbian; and seek after me with lurid desires. As my cunt shall curse all who so touches, fondles, licks, sucks, fucks, and wishes to enter into a sexual relationship that shall make their life a beastly existence!"
"Most interesting," said the devil as he acted like a fatherly type suddenly deep with thoughts.
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