Sitting on the side of his cot a Professor of history was learning first hand his own shallow conscience. As an attle brained Nubian nanny goat wandered into the Brazilian countryside he had time to consider the terrible powers hung about his neck. In just the last 48 hours he'd change a whining Porter to a buck goat. He too had been captive of his poorly worded curse and was introduced to animal life with bestial sex. Now he's been blackmailed into returning Wilma to her sex crazed lifestyle, but was wise enough to make her remain in Brazil till she'd had enough of nanny life. Then too he wondered the excuse he'd need for Jenny's father when their plane would land again on U.S. soil.
The sweat ran down his face as he thought of Jenny's brother John who lived for a short time under a curse and stood at stud being a draft horse. Jenny, she wanted to remain as the masculine stud male horse she longed to be and then became. He'd seen John, now back to being human go to his sister and fondle her maleness and then poke her cock into his mouth for a passionate round of sucking her off.
A curse once done to a person was not soon worn off as Louise and Abner stood for hours watching Jenny mount mules and mares. John would join them and the three stood remembering their own experiences as mare or stud.
Soon James and Simon would be wondering whatever happened to Wilma and be at his tent's door wishing for a return to animal life. It was going to be a long day waiting out the boarding of the plane around seven at night.
Then came a rap to his tent pole door.
"Come in boys!" said the professor.
The tent flap opened but as Professor Simmons looked up he took a deep breath. There in the opening to his tent stood Mazeilla's local Army Commander and a Catholic Priest.
"Hello?" asked the Professor.
"Good Sir we have come due to a report of strange goings' on!" said the Priest.
"What dear Sir, ah Father are you talking about?" asked Simmons wondering if anyone had seen Wilma enter and then wander away.
The Army Commander stepped before the Priest and began to answer Simmon's question.
"Yesterday one of our special Marshall's working the red streets of town turned up missing. We found his clothes, weapon, and wallet in an alley where a group of people had congregated to watch two goats doing strange sexual acts. When we questioned who the owner was witnesses directed un to you. When asked why you, there was several who said you were doing sexual acts with the goats, and then left the alley walking like a goat might on cloven hooves. So, I contacted Father Micheal's here to come if I need his wisdom to put down something not of this world." stated the Commander.
"Please Sir, lift up your trousers and may I see your feet?" asked Father Micheal.
Professor Simmons sat there for a moment and then reaching down with both hands, pulling up the pant legs all there saw only human feet.
The Commander looked down and then to the Father, "We are sorry for the intrusion!" said the Commander. "This must be some crude joke played on us by those dung framers in that alley. I will make those pay for this indignity!"
As the Commander and Father Micheal walked away, Frank stepped up to the Professor's tent. "Still can't leave well enough alone can we Sir?" asked Frank.
"Please come in Frank and take a chair!" said the professor.
Again sitting on the edge of his bed he looked for a second at Frank. "I'm about to toss this Medallion into the sea!' said the bewildered professor. "The damned thing has changed everyone of our party, including me! Now I've been blackmailed by Wilma and in a moment of weakness sent her back to being a Nubian nanny goat. I've got an oversexed girl made stallion, a native Porter who whined to be a billy goat and is again a goat even now! In time to come everybody on the dig team will want without a dought to return to the animal state which satisfied them more than being people. Now what's on your mind?" asked Professor Simons.
"Well don't worry about me Proff' I for one do not wish to be that sexual goat satyr again, no not me! I for maybe the only one around here wants to be the human being I was born to be and wish to remain! I do have one suggestion though if I might? Our native Porters were all getting drunk down at Bonnie Main's Bar. I was asked about their story and how they all became fuck toy nanny goats, and I was their master. I'd suggest that you bless them to return to their animal selves, less the word reach Father Micheal's ears and the law comes looking for you and us real soon!" asked and wondered Frank.
Rap, rap, "Three hours to plane time Sir, we are loading the horse and goat now, you and your party can board in thirty minutes!" said the flight's freight manager.