Wide eyed a mind filled with questions, the least of these does a man changed into a perfectly huge male goat finds his loins seem to govern his mind and thus his future.
"WHAT THERE FOOL, YOU BE A GOAT NOW, GO RUN FROM MY SIGHT LESS WORSE YET BEFALL THE LIKES OF YOU!" Zepar bellowed, he quite angered at lack of integrity of the man, not that he in the recent past did welsh on a promise; each time it lost Zepar his chance of gaining freedom.
Blinking yellow eyes and the scared shivering form of one large buck goat stood wanting to plead his situation with the demon.
Zepar tires quickly for having to deal with those of the living, whether they be people or animals that were once as then people.
Zepar sighs, "ALRIGHT, I SHALL GRANT TO YOU A RARE GIFT, YOU HAVE THUS THE ABILITY TO AGAIN SPEAK IN YOUR NATIVE TONGUE!"
A short time of panic and indecision, then from quivering goat lips comes human words, as a man being goat does speak to that which had placed upon him a curse.
"Pray tell my master, as I be like this my wild fantasy and lust for being like this beast is quelled into want for loving life and of nannies. I plead though, as from the sudden passion for feeling the sensations of you making me as a satyr I did forget to owe up to our agreement. Be it in your heart, or within the spirit of what you are, allow of me to return to being a satyr and I shall lower the bridge, as promised." Spoke the goat, his tone sounding as scared as a man could get and still leave his heart tot beat.
"YOU CAN SEE THE LEVER, IT HAS HANGING THERE A ROPE, GRIP IT IN YOUR BITE AND TUG ON IT. YOUR NEW BULK WEIGHT AND THE TRACTION OF CLOVEN HOOVES IS ABOUT ALL THAT IS REQUIRED." Zepar spoke, do it and I shall reconsider your bestial situation.
Foolishly, the mental remains of one human held inside the sensual embodiment of a male goat, trusted Zepar to keep the letter of his word.
Nibbling goat lips too hold of the rope, the goat worked on the rope until his teeth took a good grip. He tugging at the rope began to move the lever; Zepar saw this and began to tidy up with intent of freedom and avail himself of many more foolhardy people.
Inching backward on the well polished linoleum floor of the old barn museum, the buck goat began to move the lever as the motor on the bridge mechanism started to turn revolutions.
"YES, YOU ARE DOING QUITE WELL, BACK UP, BACK UP SOME MORE, SEE THE BRIDGE BEGIN TO MOVE NOW. YES, BACK UP, AND WITH MY FREEDOM GAINED I SHALL CHANGE YOUR CURSE TO SOMETHING CLOSER TO UTTER DAMNATION!" Zepar says, his words fall into the mental mind of a man being goat and ready to free a demon if it would win back his own humanity.
The goat stopped his movements, he cocked his head toward a Devil with one big eager looking facial expression.
"I want not a curse or damnation!" So spake the goat to Zepar, the animal releasing his grip to the rope and bridge lever.
What began to lower into position did stop and begin to rise upright again.
Devilish eyes turned blood red with the force of anger building as he stood on crab claws and had to watch as the moat bridge returned to its original raised position.
"CURSES, DAMN BE YOU GOAT FOR PLAYING WITH ME AND MAKING ZEPAR LOOK THE FOOL!" Zepar screamed at the goat, his eyes burning with disgust and a hatred he held dear for all that lived, especially, humans.
"Oh no, I too wish not to end up as some devilish fool, being I am a goat now; what is this your promise to me of making this my curse to be more as if utter damnation. I dare say the desire in me to remain permanently as a buck goat is not there. Instead, I would of asked that this being as an animal be short-lived, and given some fun times, I might then return to my own home." Foolish was not stupid enough to let a devil reign and not hold onto something as a peace of safety and safekeeping.
Zepar made no move nor did he give the goat an answer.
A human mind floating awash in a sea of sexual and sensual bestial sensations began then to feel the urgent pangs of rut. The want to exit the museum and run into some pasture, eager to seek out some lusty nannies, the goat which could speak then bleated a good bye, and ran for the furthest door out the museum.