I am humped over her and the sudden realization of assured complete animal transformation sends a chill. "I have truly enjoyed the sex with both of you, but I'm not sure being a goat in what I want."
Skye looks at me puzzelled, "but we have given you satyr love and now you must pay with your body. You change more even now, there is no spotting it. You will today become a fine male goat. Those quite yellow square pupils and large black horns give the face character.I see your black goat hair and the heavy coat you now have, and I can reach and touch a sheath.
Your sheath is bold and well furred. A large herty pair of balls hang in that sack, loaded I'm sure."
As Skye went on I felt a calm agreement with her and a personal satisfaction in being goat.
"My love would you stay here or be sold to a breeding farm, either of which you will relize as home and know who and what a goat you have become."
I nod for the farm.