Sooner than was expected, Tim poked his face around the kitchen door, he calling to Melissa, wondering still if her offer was real or some nasty trick she sometimes tried the patience of a spurned lover.
"Mel, I am here...," his sounds seemed to carry into a house devoid of any humanity.
Feeling a bit more than precarious about this meeting, Tim crept into the house, working with stealth toward the stairway leading up to the bed chambers and his hope of a wild romp with one sexy female.
Up the stairs he went, half in a crouched state, as if ready to turn and run for his dear life, if need be something was terribly wrong.
Then he heard a sweet sounding voice of a singing female, certainly not that tone of voice he knew belonged to Melissa, but one sounding seductive and quite alluring to him.
Creeping close to the door, Tim peeked through the crack of the door, between it and the hinge, seeing a womanly like form modeling some furry costume before a full length mirror.
Eying the sensual looking form, Tim almost gasp aloud when to his surprise he saw this was Melissa, she turning to put her furry romp toward the mirror, her goaty tail wiggling of its own attrition.
He licked his lips as just from watching Melissa, she poking her two long fingers into her then fur covered slit, stirring them, and making herself to moan.
Tim backed up from his peeking place, as if Melissa heard him out in the hallway, she perked up her very goat like ears, they turning in their roots to face toward where he stood.
"Weird," Tim spoke aloud, his pants tented from an erection like nothing he had since his first visual enjoyment of an ole Playboy magazine his dad kept up in the attic.
"Timmy, oh I need to get my body feeling the prong of a male, come, no please do not run away, no, no, OH CEDIUS, do not let Tim escape!" Melissa cried, she calling to her great master and he hears all of his kind and their every dream, want, and desire.
Down the stairs went Tim, he sprinting like he was in gym class and ran for his morality and maybe too his very wellbeing.
Down a hall and to the kitchen, Tim opened the door to run outside, but there standing like some lurid horror of male goat sexuality, stood the Master Cedius.
"Halt young one," he said, placing his half furry hand to the forehead of Tim.
"You run from one who would need you and want you to help keep her sane and enjoying the bestial lust to which she is completely endowed. Your leaving suggests of one not worthy to be as a bold sire and goat, but as some fleeing beast at the sign of trouble; better for us all if you be for Melissa as her gallant mount, a donkey stud, and baring a cock worth to delight her as it shall thrill you!" So said Cedius, his very words spoken were enough to curse, and damn a man to forever being like an animal in body, mind, and longings.