Standing a little slinked to one side and leaning on the back of his favorite leather chair stood his personal Familiar.
"Goood Eveeeening Professor Davis, I'm your's as you are mine! Lysaila, is my name!" she said in a empassioned' sort of way.
"Lysaila, a nice and lovely name!" exclaimed the Professor right back.
The Familiar was even more than his wildest wet dreams could have imagined. Standing when up straight she was about 6'2" tall on cloven hooves of some pretty female goat. Slim neat, long feet to hocks and legs covered in jet black skin and soft looking hair. The more shaggy and curly hair was on thighs, buttocks, and groin. As she began to stretch and bend her pretty pink slit peered through the black hairs deep in that lovely crotch. Above those thighs which Davis longed to bury his face into was a black skinned hairless belly and two suculant large CC tits. Her breasts although black in color were hairless down to her chest. A chest strong of muscle, like a muscle builder she looked. Hair covered the remainder of chest, shoulders and as she turned round her entire back as well.
Long black human like hiar flowed down off her pretty head over shoulders and almost to that cute wiggling tail she flayed around. A face which would melt any man's will to butter, but two pure white horn protruding from her head. The horns were curled and had many ribs and swirls as they reached upward to very sharp points.
"Come Professor as I am naked it is a good time to seek your pleasure with me!" she beconed.
"I wish to know you first, where are you from?" asked the professor in a professional sort of way.
"Hell, where else?" she replied.
"Ahh, yes, ahh now that your here what is your thoughts for someone such as myself, say?" asked the professor.
A smile on her face she walked across the room to stand slightly taller than the man. "My thoughts right now are for some raw sex with a human who owes me a good time!" she said making her claim.
"Ahh, well maybe but I need to ready myself for something like that!" said the Professor as he started to turn away.
Lysaila's black hand reached out and took hold of Davis' shoulder.
"No my Master, I rule in the night! My passions must be quelled or your wishes can not be attained by day." A pass of her hand over his head and all the clothes ripped away to leave a sorry looking boney professor in the buff.
"Hmmm," Lysaila said as she walked around the puny man. "Yes this and that and oh of course that!" Professor Davis was struck solid like he was rock.
Bending down Lysaila looked her orange eyes into the Professor's face. He saw her lips move but heard not a sound come into the air.
Suddenly the swirling cloud began to spin in the air above his head. As the cloud spun it grew thicker and moved down over his entire form.
The room itself seemed to darken and then total blackness and a feeling of major heat.
The room began to appear slowly and he saw again Lysaila looking at him and licking her black lips. Davis tried to speak but his voice seemed odd, almost a single flat tone. Again he tried to say his thoughts only to see Lysaila's smile broaden.
"Speak not my Master for tonight we need no words. I have endowed you with what most men want when having sex with a Demoness such as I! Come I shall guide you to our place for love." she said as then taking a rope and giving a slight tug. "Come my love!"
Professor Davis walked along to what had been his bedroom but as the door open by itself he stopped to stare. The plaster walls were now covered or replaced by rough cut weathered planks. The eight foot ceiling now was more like twenty feet high. His prize antiques were all gone and only a foursome of animal like stalls filled his room.
Looking right and the left the stalls were filled high with sweet smelling straw. Lysaila walked ahead into the middle of his room.
"Come my love we all are ready for you! I am in this lovely stall as there is Alice, Franciene, and Lulu. Davis peered into the stalls only to see each having a full grown nanny goat. Each nanny held her head low and tail erect. As each splied their legs the lips of their sex wiggled with expectant pleasure.
Walking from stall to stall Davis looked in and wanted to sniff their sweet scents. After getting his fill of animal scent he stood for a moment as his penis became more erect and rigid than ever before. Turning to Lysaila he saw her pretty sexual form nomore. Now standing as the others was a jet black nanny goat in the stall she said he was to make love in.
Stepping very close his nose was an inch from her lips of goat sex. As if done by someone else in his body he wathed in terror as a long slender tongue reached out of his mouth and slurped her juices. Once, twice, three times he slurped and swallowed her salty juices.
Fear, wild thoughts, a strange sort of passion welled up as he felt his erect cock begin to drip cum. Lysaila turned her head and offered a soft Baaaa.
"NO, this is wrong I never wanted sex with a goat!" Davis thought.
A deep breath only reinforced his lust for her as the air filled with scents of all four nannies. Davis walked in a circle looking from one nanny to another as soon they all began to Baa at him to hurry.
"Come my Master you are readied, I and the others stand willing, it's time mount us!" called Lysaila into Davis' thoughts.
Professor Davis stepped closer to Lysaila and pushed off to jump atop her rump. Looking down over her broad back he felt amazed at how nice this all seemed. As he lifted his head the sight of a yellow eyed male goat standing to the rear of a black nanny and about ready to fuck his first time reflected back from the full length mirror which was originally aside his closet.
As he stood staring at the monster goat he watched the yellow eye grow wide and the same time he too increased his stare. A giggle from below made him look down at Lysaila's face.
"Step close my Master and begin the ritual for this the month of the goat. You must finish with all four of us each night to regain your human form by day. Oh, fail to complete your duty and the Master remains a buck goat for the remainder of his month. No guarantee, he lives as a big buck goat and runs the stroke of chance. Be wild, or tame, an ignorant goat shall you be! Maybe put to pasture or sent to market, I wonder if it's worth the chance?" asked Lysaila.
Davis looked up and took account of his very male self. Now the slapping of his furry testicles against hocks which were heels a short time ago. Now a tail wiggle in delight of the coming thrust. Now he took a deep breath and shivered as his pink rod pressed into the goat sex standing below his hairy belly.
Lysaila moaned with the pleasure she had not felt in a hundred years. As Davis plunged deep into her goatlike body she maoned even more as his thrusting took up rythum.
Pelvic thrusts and his long cock pressed in so deep. Lysaila's wiggling lips of sex tickled his sheath, grabbing at long hairs which grew on it's sides. Lysaila's tail wisked his chest and drove him into dark animal passion. Soon those giant balls stirred and the feeling of surging semen rushing to a release of massive proportions.
Davis threw his head high and offered a scream of male goat passion as the load spewed forth. Again and again the load after load spewed into Lysaila and she pressed back giving her mate full pleasures. As Davis called out his animal passion the waiting nannies called for their chance to service.
Franciene, Lulu, and Alice beconed the big black buck to give their pretty pussy a try. Exprofessor Davis at last dismoutned his true love and walked with pink cock still erect to meet with Alice.
An hour with Alice begat two hours dealing with Lulu. As the light beams of sunlight streamed in his bedroom window he felt the last of his semen spew inside Franciene. Dropping to all fours he looked back to his first great love Lysaila.
Standing in the doorway to the livingroom she was herself a wild sexual satyr again.
"Day is dawning my Master there is work to be done! Come and take your place with humanity or if your pleasure is here, stay and hump! Alice, Lulu, Franciene, Maybell, Wanda, Joy, Harmony, Nichole, Abagaile, Patela, Roashia, Cantella, Mona, Zesty, Topeka, and or of course the one and only gay male in our herd, Pucker butt Wiener."
Davis looked over and saw his bedroom stable turn into a long barn filled with a hundred plus stalls. No doubt his part in life would be to remain a fuck minded male goat and live with his cock erect till the day he' dies.
A step and then another Professor Davis walked into the livingroom. A rumble and clatter behind him turned his head to see the bedroom restyle it's decor to antique furniture and carpet.
"Best find some clothes, and maybe take a shower you smell of goat!" suggested Lysaila.
A look down he was again one puny human professor short on muscle and boney. Yet form a wild night of passion his human penis hung down long and red as a beet. A finger touched the member just to check if it lived or was dead.
"OUCH!" the penis hurt like hell.
"First night round is always tough! Over a few times and the skin hardens to the wear. Oh if you like I could make it more beastial all the time and give even a sheath, hair, fuzz?" asked Lysaila.
Davis turned to walk into the bedroom, a short gaze toward the kitchen noted his calander hanging, and a circled date. The sixth of the month he was to go horseback ridding with professor Ruth Visser.
Turning to Lysaila, "Do we do this often during the month of the goat?"
Lysaila smiled, "Yes my Master each night and every night, tweleve to six in the morning! Woe be unto the male who can't keep his herd happy!"
"This is just this month right?" asked Professor Davis as he raised eye brows high.
"This month is Goat, next month is swine, then horse, bovine, and so on till the lovely month of goat and me my love me, and me and me!" said Lysaila.
Davis turned and walked away, opening drawers her pulled out underwear, socks. Opening his closet he picked a shirt, pants, and some black shoes. A quick gaze to his sexy satyr and he walked into the bathroom for a shower.
"Your, WISH IS MY COMMAND MY MASTER !" called Lysaila as if jeering her new master.
As hot water and soap washed the sexual stench from his body he had thoughts of Ruth Visser. Normally his mind was on how her female twist worked different ideas on his plans. She had an insight to his problems like nobody else he knew. Yet even as he washed the semen and love juices form goats down the drain his mind wandered.
"When Ruth rides she spurs that animal on and make it do her will. I wonder if the tale was turned and she be a mare would she like her spurs then? Nice, neat Ruth is some fine woman, be a good mare too on the month of the horse. What passion I felt last night with those goats, just think being a horse and those mare's giant vulva's, oh how I wonder what it's like mounting and plunging into that abyss. Well today I'll ride Joyce, she's easy, and Ruth will ride a stallion. A stallion, that poor horse he'll get riden' till his tongue and cock hang out, like her many times past. Damn I wish she rode me till my cock hung down!"
As the soap on his head touched the eyes and moaning of pain he dunked his head under the shower he heard a voice.
"Easy big boy easy, a little more water and the soap will be flushed from those big brown eyes. Easy, EASY, calm down that mean woman won't be here for two hours, more than enough time to dry and get saddled." spoke the voice.
As Professor Davis opened his eyes he was again in a barn. Looking around he sniffed the air while looking for Lysaila. Then he saw her standing in the corner of a stall.
"WHINNIE, SNORT, SNORT, WHINNNNNNIE!" he tried to call to her.
"Easy Stoney, easy big guy that mare will be still willing when you come back from the ride." said the groomsman.
Suddenly Davis thought of his shower and how his thoughts wandered from personal and professonal conversation to that of animal passions. Now he had wished to get ridden by Ruth Visser and Lysaila was more than willing to make it so.
The Groomsman notice Lysaila not as she strode up to face the stallion. "Happy my Master, today shall your lady friend ride a stallion into the dirt. One thought of passion and you wish comes more true that you thought it might. A stallion, a stud, fifteen hands high you stand, a thousand pounds of pure sex driven male horse. A nine pound cock swings below that round belly, and bet I will that when Ruth brings you back the mare is still willing and so my Master will you!"
Davis was rubbed dry and stood one handsome stallion. The happenings about the stable made the man of learning watch and learn. So interested in all the barn he did not notice an angry and stoodup woman approach with sharp silver spurs.
Up into the saddle she bounced as Davis looked back to see an angry Ruth. Walking with his friend to the stable door she sunk spur.
"WOW.....O.U.C.H !!!!!!!!!!!!!"