In a small town what happens gets around to all in a very short time.
A crushed hose with a Baldwin grand piano lying on top of the wrecked roof is enough for most places to cause some attention.
Charlie was driving home from work when he heard the crushing crash and saw just ahead of him s small house sink into a broad hole.
Unknown to Charlie was the house itself was a vacant home in fond hope by the owners for a sale.
He got out of his pickup truck and walked very cautiously up near the wrecked house. Calling out to see if anyone were in the mess of tangled wood and broken plaster, he was a bit surprised to here some womanly voice, and she chuckling about her situation.
A few frantic moments at digging away what was then purely junk, and Charlie saw looking back at him the golden yellow eyes of what he would discover as a demonic Satyress.
Chuckling aloud, Lysaila motioned with her furry hand and what remained between her and her query fool moved of its own intuition.
Charles took a step backwards, stunned to see the wreckage move as it did, he then getting a full figure look at who or what he had tried to save.
Rising to her cloven hooves, Lysaila stood availing this thirty year old man with an eye full of something so seductive of form and manner, he froze.
Lysaila peered with her inquisitive seeking eyes, reading the mind and thoughts of Charles, knowing of his sudden fear of her; she stepping close to him and began her next conquest in sin.
Sounds of distant sirens heading that direction spurred Lysaila to coax Charles back to his truck, and with her beside him on the front seat they sped off before the fire trucks and police arrived on the scene.
Arriving at what Charles called home, a double wide mobile home set by itself a hundred plus yards away from the old homestead his parents resided in since they year they purchased all their farm property.
Escorted inside, and with the door closing behind Lysaila as if it had a mind of its own, she glared a gaze upon a courageous young man.
One nervous Charles stood stiffly before this Satyress goat woman, stiff that is in more ways that just his stance.
Lysaila was not one for wasting time, she quickly unbuttoned the shirt and jeans which clothed Charles, a simple slicing action with one of her finger hoof like nails and a splitting of cotton cloth revealed to her the beauty of a very muscular and manly form.
Leaning into his face, Lysaila places a wet lip kiss to his mouth as down below her hairy fingers dance at touching a standing erection.
She thinks and makes into the mind of her men mental suggestions, but more that a suggestion it is as an order the prey must follow.
A kiss more and Lysaila with her hairy hands press on broad strong shoulders, pushing Charles to his knees. Kneeling before Lysaila is a dangerous position, she being more seductive than any human female could ever become, the demoness beckons a young man to seek what till then he but dreamed.
Raw sensual seduction follows as man is imposed by demoness to do things he being unabated by her would likely refrain from such acts.
Wallowing into the slimed fur of Lysaila, Charles is loosing his fear of her and finding as a replacement he is becoming filled with bestial lust.
A sense of lust so blinding to men, Lysaila an expert of her kind in dealing with humans and helping them to learn and love sin.
Slowly at first, the skin and spreading fur begins to coat over tanned skin of a farm worker named Charles. He does not mind what deep in his conscience mind says is terribly wrong. The erection is also in the midst of change, softening, it is retracted back into itself; tunneling then below the thickening skin being soon as animal hide, to borrow forth an inch below his navel. It is as a sheath, furry and soft, but holding by then a brute beast of a hot to the touch, red to the view, and crude in all contour, the essence of a buck goat male shaft.
Horns then sprout, short nubs of black horns that soon with mature, and doing such, shall help and guide a human body to transform. Transforming first to appear goat like, then very much as is a male goat, maturing a chosen man to be then as a large muscular breed of a goat.
"Just separating the goats from his sheep!" Lysaila would say softly, she loving the sensual attention and getting a laugh how men willingly give up everything they had, even to their immortal souls.
Charles was beyond the point of any possible escape from Lysaila. His male sensation was growing as did the drastic changes to his body. He took to learning the sensation of what goats and other true animals know as "The Rut."
Play turned rough as a man changing fast-track to a male goat began trying to mount Lysaila. She encouraging Charles, let him facially wallow, lick and play, as then guiding his sixteen inch long goat shaft to its appropriate home.
His tail wagging, and by then shaggy goat legs shaking of nervous anticipation, big testicle balls in a low slung fur covered sack swayed as he tried to thrust ever forward.
Breathing in harsh huffing breaths, Charles feels the touch of warmth and hot wet lips, he is excited by this and instead of wooing his lover, he calls out in short bleats like would a goat buck ravished, and enveloped in the rut.
It is the rutting of a changed shaft of extra high sensual levels that by rutting at a willing nanny form does the final arranging, leaving for Lysaila to toy the night away with a manly minded male goat frantic for delights.