I think I've been a breeding goat for more than a month. I rate a month by a goat's period, maybe thirty days or so. Luckly I have not lost myself to goatism. I can remember people I once knew, and then get memories of our friendship.
I long for memories, It's how I cling to my humanity. One never misses' something till it's lost. I miss be a woman and being clean and trying to goad men to watch and want. Yet here I stand hairy and on all fours. My sex sticks out like a flag for any billy to come and plunge and thrust. Boy do they plunge, thrust, bang, grab, clench, and struggle to get so far in as to have their damn cock stick out my mouth.
My pen overlooks the Apothecary entrance and I see people go in and animals in fear dragged out the back.
Then absolute terror, Daddy, he must have come looking for Becky and me. If only I could bleat loud enough he might come and pet me! I scream a bleat as lous as I can muster, but he walks in the store.
The "Pharmacy of the Damned" is what it should read, and her I am damned.
"Oh God, I see Daddy offered coffee by the same person who served me."
"Oh GOD, I see Daddy dropping to his knees, the lady is pointing toward me, I see him in pain. Daddy is looking for his daughter, I see him call."
I see that damn Satyr pick him up, Oh Dad, I see his face, I see his horns, a goat's horns. I wait, a long time and standing by the fence do not notice the approach of a black billy. As I stand longing for Dad to run out and get away, I'm mounted by the savage beast.
Time goes on, the Satyr drags a silver gray billy out the rear of that damned place. The goat is penned alone, I watch as I am dragged to the pen.
I walk over gingerly and touch my lips to his and bleat softly. Yet no response do I see. Daddy has lost himself in the male goat, he doesn't remember me at all. I am sad and feel remorse that such thing are possible in this world. As I turn to look at the Pharmacy of the Damned, Daddy' mounting plunges deep.