I'm told that soon enough Catherine had slipped into a deep sleep. As Madame Ojo DE Gore prepared one of her strongest potions her familiar enjoyed itself with Catherine.
The special salve was ready and the Madame entered the small room. A paint brush in hand she smeered Catherine with the evil substance. Once done the familiar and some poor half change customer took her cursed body to the barn behind her shop.
I was let's say hard at work when the screams of Catherine's voice filled the barn. The screaming changed to whimpering after a few minutes.
The noise interupted my thoughts and it took me a long time thrusting till I unloaded into the nanny below. I was on my seventh nanny still hard at work enjoying each moment as my cock got bigger and stronger day by long day.
The sight of the Madame tending some poor soul so to be damned to animal exsistance stole my attention again. Looking away from business the sounds of someone trying to speak but their words are garbled. The words spoken at me from the stable's groom or the Madame sound right but the meanings are lost to me.
It must have been a week and maybe sixty nannies' later before the Madame patted my furry head and offered me to me her new draft horse.
I looked way up at the tall beast. A sniff of her was enough to tell my beastial mind that she was not a goat and turning I sauntered back to my stall.
The mare was I'm sure now Catherine. She whinnied at me since she still had human memories and some understanding. I imagine her loneliness!