The thoughts of family and worries of what he had become seemed to drift away like smoke. Now the heady scents of goats stole all thought. Agile and feeling the extreme health of a young mature male goat Jason pranced and leaped as he followed the glorious scent.
Not far away Aron lay with her hind legs hung over the end of Sonny's family picnic table. She was being enlightened in the ways and sex by her friend Sonny. Feeling the sensual thrill while his actions were now out of instinct rather than any rational thought. Grunting sounds as he humped the satyress his techinque was equally tough on Aron.
As Aron and Sonny were still working on round four, much to her thrill came a younger looking buck. Sonny turned his head also to see Jason prancing his merry way. A gruff bleat and grunt was the warning given from the older buck to a rival.
Jason filled with the thrilling feelings of being cast into goat form was oblivious to the rude warnings. leaping and bounding about he soon caught whiff of Aron's rich scent. Toddling over he stuck his fuzzy nose into Aron's wide crotch, giving a slick lick to Sonny's still embedded shaft. Who could say what his adjusted mental thoughts said about the flavors he had just experianced? None the less he stood by till the larger goat finished his last load and with little care for Aron stepped off his standing. Aron screamed as the long red shaft ripped backwards from her gripping goat pussy.
Aron stood up quickly, her hands grabbed at the raw and tortured hairy crotch. Looking down she bent half over as strings and trickles of Sonny's semen slithered past her aching lips of sex.
The friendly bleat of Jason was met with direct action and force from Sonny. A slamming butt to his head came out of nowhere as Sonny readied and then charged. A duel was on with a male goat of twice the size of Jason but he was not to be detoured from his chance to mate.
Aron stood like a good nanny to one side as the battle for her sexual preferance commenced. Sonny having matured into a grown male goat due to him being a full year older than Jason when they were human had black, ribbed horns rolling out of his head. Jason though found maturity coming at a fast pace, with each hit from Sonny his horns sprouted longer and longer.
A battle between the two goats continued for quite some time. The curse which sent them here had rivers and backwaters of possible changes which were all brought to bare in time of war.
Aron cooed and made soft calls to both goats as she saw them maturing while they fought. Dropping down to rest back on her hocks she tickled her pussy in expectations of who was to be the winner.
The pair of buck were at last tired and became more interested in licking wounds. Seperating they felt the natural urge to graze and filled thier bellies on Sonny's well watered and green lawn.
The evening slipped by as even Aron bent low and grazed with her friends. Not one of them noticed the Sheriff departments animal control truck pull into the driveway.
Two quick catches of grown male goats were put in the truck as the two Deputies returned to the back lawn for capture of the third goat.
Stopping as they stared, there out in the lawn stood up not a goat but a gorgous creature of half woman, half goat Aron. One Deputy looked at his partner, "Naw can't be, must be a costume!" he said.
With his words Aron broke away from the mindless action of grazing to see her friends had wandered off. The sight of two new males aroused her so she began to slink walk toward the men.
"What sort of pleasure cen I help you with?" asked Aron in a sexy sounding voice.
Coming to within a couple of feet from the two anxious men she reached out a hand. A loving pat to one of the men's crotch Aron gave a seductive smile.
"We are Deputies from the Sheriff office, Animal Control, I suggest you come with us or we'll need to arrest you!" said the man getting touched.
"Some costume miss!" said the other man.
Aron smiled, walking right tight to the man she pressed her large breasts against his chest. A snuggling action found her right hand dipping in passing his belt, down into the man's pants. "Let me touch your maleness and you will know that I'm a real Satyr." said Aron.
Even as the other man stepped close and looked at his partner giving in to temptation Aron presented him with a quick thrust down his pants as well. Fuzzy arms, curly hair on the back of Aron's hand prickled into each officer's underwear. Nimble fingers dabbled and searched for the opening leading to her quest.
Bleating male goats rocked the animal control van as outside the Officers stood caught in a sensual daze. Each man watched the actions of the other as Aron searched for her quary. When fuzzy fingers at last touched those by then hard male penis' the men were her's.
"You want me! Say you want me! remove those binding clothes and join with me on the green grass made for love." beconed Aron.
Lost under her Satyr's spell she took from them all courage and during the hour that followed their manhoed was gone as well.