Though horrified by what had happened I continued to reason and think as would a human. My skull had shrunk and with it my brain in size, accordingly I should by then be equal mentally to any born dumb beast. Yet I thought as the man I was, I remembered all of what I had learned, I knew who I was, and of what I became. A lot of I, I, I, but it was true and solid fact. Though I became as one of her many goats, I remained different for some reason, she would know and I felt as I needed to learn why.
As much in me I knew the key to what I was rested with her and the powers she controlled, there remained that possibility she wanted to defame a man of his pride by making me act as do what is the lifestyle of a buck goat. I had to go back!
As much I had run from her my sense of instinct was of no help to a rational mind in seeking as finding that farm.
I wandered, roaming the countryside for days on end until I found a small farm that might be the one I wanted.
I checked and there was a herd of goats, though none quite as large as me.
I leaped the pasture fence and began mingling with the herd in hope to find another like myself, a changeling.
I found none, though what I found was myself surrounded by a herd of all female goats, their sensual inspiring stench driving out all reasoning and allowing my lions to want for governing my actions.
They became too much for a ration thinking individual to ignore, and I let go my grasp of sense to begin a week filled with such fornication, the devils of hell would smile as feel proud. By week's end my male member was near to being numb, my testicles having dealt with the demand gained twice their original goat buck size.
Then there was she, she the farmer's daughter, a lovely young human female nearer to maturity than she might be as just entering her teenage years. When she saw me in with the doe goats ans mounted, rutting one after another, doing what was needed to keep the udders full and producing.
She came to me, as tied a twine rope about my horns and dragged me bleating from the pasture.
When she had me safer in a pen by myself she knelt down and placing her hands across my forehead she said, "Now who were you before you became a goat?"
Moments later she stood up and eying me closely, she announced to me the witch was, "It was Hazel who did this to you, and you running away from her increased her mad feelings for causing you greater harm."
My hearing that tidbit of news did little to bolster my desire to return to, as have then Hazel deal with me. What all then and I after some length of time with me doing as should a buck goat with her herd, she might tell me of why!
Tilly, the farmer's lovely daughter had her own magical ideas where I might fit in, as stay there at that farm for my goat lifespan. What she asked of me to do as stay dealt with doing for their farm what I did for a week of sexual episodes. As then my maleness she asked for me to lie with her, the thought of her offer was one that intrigued, aroused, and seeing me sporting an erection if gave her hope I would want to stay.
Then it was my reasoning of the situation as a whole of what seemed best. I thought it likely that Hazel and her anger with me would make my life a virtual hell, and keep me fornicating for many years more.
Tilly wanted much the same but added her body into the blending, as my human memories guided me to like her, thinking to mate her would be a fine change of pace. I then accepted her kindly offer, and without a rope about my horns she walked back to the pasture gate, informing me my time of rut had three more weeks of fun sex before all would feel quelled calm and contented.