Inserted and asserting his sensual pride into the doe goat named Barbara, Jake continued his thrusting, but at a slower pace. Considering the offer of him remaining there, he being a lover and physically capable of breeding as would a herd sire. This young witch proposed an offer for him to become her animal familiar; he then as all goat, having become an animal, but intelligent still with his many memories.
Memories, as well able to recalling of those left behind his present self and while enjoying his then bestial desires, they he relished greatly. Thoughts then of what was a witch's familiar; notably such beasts were devils in animal form. so was he expected to become a devil, or possessed by an evil spirit, and it controlling him in his male goat self?
As this witch, she being an unknown, spoke about her wanting him when a familiar to having sex play, as would be mutually fun, and biologically safe for her!
It happened right then that the doe goat Barbara did shiver, as jerked his embedded cock, almost making it kink.
The resulting pain Jake felt was nasty enough to causing tears to welling from his eyes. "Naa-baa," Jake bleated aloud, the sound of his scream echoing off though the distant hills and dales.
A sudden sensation of a human hand taking a caring hold to his sheath and then inching forward to feeling his erection tended to quell the hurt. "What you need is a person to be for you as caring, or more considerate than might be a brute animal as your mate." She there said, the young witch by then was thinking kindly about him; she not lusty wild from his sensual aura.
"Baa, naa-baa," Jake calm like bleated, his tone then soft, as if appreciating a caring touch, and reminded of her sensual offer.
"Let me mother you, caring for your needs, both personal, as well sexual; after I am graduated and become a powerful witch; me equal to Esmeralda."
Jake remembered Esmeralda, and how she coaxed him, urging him to desire becoming a satyr, and then insisting he leap a pasture fence and give a try at living the lifestyle similar to a herd-sire goat. She was lewd and lurid in her manner of urging; certainly not like his own mother had nurtured him along though his formative years. Jake held still a favoring thought of her, his mother, and of a father trying to direct his son for thinking about his plans before acting; something he had failed to do before becoming sensual fodder for a witch.
A slow crawling surge of ejaculating his cock spewed inside the doe goat Barbara. His more brash and sexual desires seemed quelled, as did then two feminine hands took to messaging his sheath and scrotum. "Naa...," Jake softly bleated, trying in his limited way and means of telling how he liked the loving touching of a whole woman.