"DO TELL, YOUR FANTASY, WHAT IS IT?" asked Zepar his one claw beginning to pick up off the rock.
"For as long as I can remember back, I have longed to feel and be like a Billy Goat! Silly thought I suppose, but for some odd and maybe subconscience reason, the idea of being a goat has facinated me for many years; why do you ask?" was my reply, knowing the Demon had changed others and of his asking, might come to me the chance of attaining a youthful dream.
I was enthralled mentally, captured in that moment of desire for to become something other than what I was born.
Slowly my right hand reached up and out over the moat. I stood in silence, horrifed to some extent of what was to happen. I watched as Zepar, his face having a sadistic grin, lifted one crab claw off the rock.
Apprehension over what I was doing, dealing with a Devil and high archy demon of Hell, accepting from him a good will gesture, one that would degrade me from manhood and reduce me to a common farm type animal, I began to feel a building sense of fear.
Up and out over the moat came this giant claw. Zepar moving it slowly but with a watchful eye, he was quite intent on getting his third or forth catch of the day.
The instant his crab claw gripped my wrist, I felt an electric surge jolt my arm. The sense of his mighty powers went up the arm, into my chest, then spreading out to every part of my body.
Even as it happened my thoughts turned from the sensual fantasy I had dreamed of for so long, to my growing up, school, learning, graduating and preparing myself of accomplishing something.
The memories faded and replacing them are thoughts of self satisfaction. Lustful desires fill my mind, thoughts of mating, mounting a hairy rump and thrusting, feeling the rush, and loving it!
"Dare tell, what is your favorite color, Goat?" asked the demon, my body seemingly now on fire, if only figurative.
"Red or brown-n-n-n-n-n-n!" my answer turning into a bleat rather than a human word.