Mary stood outside Madame Illusia's Fantasy exibit dirty, shaking and feeling her sex worn pains. Pressing the entry bell she heard foot steps coming to the door.
"Mary what's happened to you," asked Steve surprised to see her?
"I need your help, couldn't go anywhere else, please help me, begged Mary."
Steve took her hand noticing the dirt and yuck covering that most beautiful satyress body. They walked into a small white room she'd seen before. It was used to check the changlings for their medical condition before sending them to the breeding farm.
Just the a old woman dress in a tan colored flowing grown walked in. "STEVE what is going on here, oh my dear what happened to her, Steve," asked Madame Illusia?
"Auntie this is Mary the wife of Bob and mother to Todd seven and Ann eight the goats I brought in over a week ago. Mary what happened? Circe said you had decided to stay a satyress and live at her house. Auntie and I thought it was a great chance for you to be near people and still enjoy you fantastic satyr body."
"Yes she offered just that and I declined. She had to guard Minotaurs take me to one of your' barns, strap me down and have me raped and mounted day and night for eight days, sobbed Mary."
"Well Steve how did this happen, I try to make our guests and animals as comfortable as possible on our breeding farm, so what's going on here, roared Auntie?"
"I'll clean her up and go over this story. Please allow me to do my job," said Steve!"
His Aunt turned and left slamming the door. "Mary I was told by the Minotaur Master that they had a serious problem from a govenment spy. They asked for the bench for the spy to be interagated after being loosened up a little. They have asked this before and I closed my ears to the screaming and such that they are so good at making the subject do, said Steve."
After a hour in the shower and several scrubdowns with borax soaps Mary finally walked out in her most sexual radiant glory.
Steve shook his head, "If I ever saw a form made for sexual enjoyment it has to be you!"
"Where's Bob, and why did you say Todd seven and Ann eight, did you need to change their names, asked Mary softly?"
"We only have one fine male buck named Bob, but I have dozens of Ann's and ten Todd's. Since the changlings for the most of them can't remember much other than a short name, I have dropped trying to use last names. Besides the longer for some to think of human family histories, it gets in their way of true animal breeding passions."
"Let's go see Bob first, he's been fitting right in as one of the most affectionate buck's. You would be as proud as I am if you saw him in action. He has become more gentle as he spreads the tender folds of a nanny's vagina. He moves in carefully allowing the tight sex gripped muscles to expand to fit his rather large goat member. Yes he has found his place here at the breeding farm. Auntie was talking about him just a day ago. She complimented him on his techinque. He's mounting fifteen times a day now, he excersised well, eats well, and moves about freely as a trusted part of the breeding establishment, explained Steve."
Tears were welling in Mary's eyes as she thought of her husband for twenty years now being more in love with being a buck goat than with her.
"I see by your tears how proud you are of Bob's accepting his new life and form, I'm touched said Steve."
Mary held back her thoughts of his stupid statement. She cried for her poor family who now were lowered to animal life. Yet she remembered all too well what happened when she turned Circe down and ended up in her sex Hell for a week.
"HEY, BOB," yelled Steve down the long row of small stalls. Each to over two hundred was filled with a nanny in heat. Looking down the endless line of furry butts sticking out past the stall ends were a dozen buck goats hard at work humping one after another.
Here he came prancing along on all fours looking as happy and contented as a goat could. Mary saw his goat cock swaying side to side as he pranced over. Looking at Steve she wrinkled her brow a little.
"Oh I see, yes Bob has a problem with his goat cock and it is rare he has it in the sheath totally. Must be a problem from his employment, as Steve laughed a disgusting way."
Bob bleated a loving hello and then quickly stuck his furry nose into Mary's most furry groin. Licking her sex he wiggled his muzzel even deeper till she felt his long tongue crawl up her birth canal.
Swatting his head with her left hand Bob pulled back. Giving a stern bleat he turned dropping several turds and walked back to a nanny's furry butt and began to mount. Looking back at Mary he bleated several time more.
"He hates me now, she said as more tears popped out of her eyes."
"Mary I told you he accepted with glee his goat life. What man hasn't gone to a red light house and wished to mount one after another of the beauties that reside there. Bob is a goat in body and a male in mind and lust. Look he has limitless sex possibility here and just plain loves his work. No man of animal would walk away from what he enjoys most and do something of less enjoyment, it's not natural, said Steve."
"OK lets go see Todd and Ann, said Mary still weeping."
"NO I WON'T, said Steve in a forceful manner!"
Mary looked at him with questions in her eyes and a wonder showing on her hairy face.
"Your not understanding the lifestyle we have given your family. You will only upset what we have worked so long for them to enjoy. They are satisfied as goats. Others on the farm are also satisfied as being cattle, horses, birds, and other mammals too. You would only make them remember what now is not in their best interest or our's to think about. The prime work for them is to reproduce and give us the animals for our profits, now come along, ordered Steve."
"I had a wish Steve, a wish from the very first time we met, said Mary."
Steve stopped and looked into Mary's deep yellow square pupils.
"I am drawn to certain men like you, a pleasure it would be to offer a time of relaxing and common talk. Please can we go somewhere very private, it would help me adjust and satisfy my personal wish, as she carressed Steve's face with her hairy palm."
Steve was not usually turned on about sex with customers or the like but he had a fantasy about Mary from the start.
The two walked up a long flight of stairs and into his large bedroom.