Jess watched as her body became more that like a true born goat and as much as she would hated to admit it, she found her changed form as something exciting.
"Maa...ry...," Jess said, saying the name as if she were bleating but able still to form words out a mouth made for grazing.
The two friends frolicked together as would young goat filled with the excitement of life. During their play, Jess felt an urge to sniff her friend, and feeling then strangely aroused, she leaped at the rump of Mary.
"Baa..."? Mary bleating cried as her friend mounted her behind, and began pelvic thrusting.
Jess felt driven to do what she was doing to Mary, though she failed to understand what it was that made her do it. As she thrust at Mary, from her belly extended a pencil like protrusion.
When the protruding stem of Jess met the vaginal lips on Mary, it entered and each knew their role in a goaty passion play.