Lionel was going for round two as John touched Lucy's forehead once more. "Feel the thrill Lucy! Don't be afraid, it comes over you quickly and has no pain. Oh but Lucy the desire you had for sex will now be a passion which only grazing can quell. Come now accept our gift!" pleaded John to a terrorized girl.
Lionel was doing his best humped over Lucy's back. Weasling his red cock deeper into her seemed to please him as his hairy sheath at last tickled her pussy lips. Lucy at that moment felt the wild essence of nanny goat desire begin to well up from her sex to her mind.
Reaching her left leg back she straightened it to stretch it's muscle.
Lionel's long cock went into a kink and almost sent him into the next life. Lucy wiggled her out stretched leg as toes melted into cloven hooves and feet became those of her goatish self. A dirty blonde color of coarse hairs sprouted as she moaned from pure delight.
John stood near, his own goat shaft in full erection at the sight, sounds, and scents of the mating now before him.
As bone and muscle changed Lucy fell to the depths of beastial lust. Her rump poked in the air, tail wiggled with sexual glee she huffed and puffed as Lionel hit her for a third time. Lucy closed her eyes and thought of how easy these two always were and now she would have to sex slaves, and enjoy!
Lionel withdrew and quickly folded his legs up to lay on the nibbled grassey lawn. Lucy looked back over her changed rear and offered her first true bleat for more please more. Now it was the que for John and her stepped up to bat.
A bounce up and on he was ready but to this point quite without experiance. Thrust, bump, thrust, bump, try after try he could not find the perfect spot. Minurtes passed and he like his mate were getting annoyed by his inability to mate. Bleating became louder as the three called from their beastial lusty forms for more ever more sex.
"HEY, get the Hell out of here!" yelled Lucy's father from the rear of the house.
All passion suddenly put aside Lucy stood up looking at her angry faced Father. Lionel and John stood looking toward the screaming, angry man. A bleat from Lucy set the stage for what was next as she and her bucks witness the shotgun in her Father's hand.