"ERICA !" screamed an angry and powerful Witch.
"ERICA, DAMN YOUR HIDE, GET IN HERE !" yelled Circe as her entire group of follower animals stood in fear.
Nothing, no Erica came to Circe's heated call.
"Any of you seen that bitch of a satyr?" asked Circe to her followers.
A clomping sound of one rather healthy red bristled sow turned Circe to see Aggie approach.
"I command you to be able to speak, where is Erica?" Circe said bending down to greet the friendly sow.
Clearing a throat for speech the sow began, "Thank you my Queen for granting me this time of speech, oh how I wished to express myself so many times! I would be blessed if you might llow me to talk, please oh Queen please let me keep this wonderful ability?" begged the sow.
"I want information, not you pigish babblings, where... is Erica?" asked Circe showing a lack of restraint.
"She, ah Erica is in the hay loft with mister Bensen, my Queen!" announced Aggie.
As Circe turned to walk out and confront the oversexed satyress she was met face to face with Allen. Standing upright as best a billy goat might, his red goat cock arched out with a serious erection in progress he placed his forelegs on Circe's shoulders.
At first the great witch of Greek history was angered. Then her heart melted and a soft hand touched the enraged end of Allen's red cock. A tighening of her grip she smoothed her hand down the length of his very hard shaft.
A shiver of wild beastial pleasure ran down Allen's spine. As goosepimples burst upward the roan buck screamed a bleat of dominate goat lust.
"Sorry my dear, but as much as I wanted you when a man I have now no desire to feel this rod stuck in my body!" as then she pushed him aside and walked out to meet Erica.
A roan hairy buck goat stood whimpering his fate as the crowd of followers went behind their Queen to confront Erica. The continous babbling of a sow echoed the mansion walls.