General Interests In Animal Transformation, Should posting to TF stories be here?

[K.Rooste]

I always thought the idea of transformation here-about was considered passa' if otherwise some P.M. notations to me and I might post more of them.

Example:

"Satyr Bar and Grille”

I like to travel and when in a town I tend to wander, and sometimes my feet take me into strange places, but none ever was I in a more weird establishment when I entered the “Satyr Bar and Grille.”

The name of the business suggested a possible gay bar, but it appeared to me as something more than the ordinary, so I went inside.

My first impression was seeing the plush surroundings, as satin full-length drapes hung swaggered back from the windows, and the floor was not tile but a soft and thick carpet. Tables and booths, the latter being quite secluded, dim of light and allowing anything inside it set blocked from view by sheers and a partition between each booth.

Waiters abounded in the establishment, each as a man but they wearing varied applications of seemingly naked satyr costumes, some were very revealing!

Wishing to be as incognito as possible, I stepped into a booth and sat there waiting and watching.

Watching offered me much to see and take note of the people and those that worked there at the bar. My waiting became shortened when from out of nowhere stepped into my booth and sitting down, this Satyress woman did snuggle up tight to me and began to softly tell me she was there to pleasure me in any manner I wished.

“Oh, if but then again I were as a college age, being well able to show this lusty female a good time!” Sorrowfully I thanked the woman, expecting her to then get up and leave me to my middle-aged situation.

Not so, as this sexually dressed woman began to make sensual advances to me and upon my male body. I heard her using a cell phone and calling to another of her type to come and give aide to a man thinking he was beyond all help.

furry folks mostly turned me away and I them, but these Satyress women seemed to know all the ways to bring a man back to his time when feelings of full virility was an every time event.
Blessed with a wild time in my private booth, it was then one of the four Satyress females who asked of me to come with them and see what they had that could make my sensuality happen on a regular basis,

Who was I to look such an offer in the face and say no, I, they escorted by the four to a door at the far end of the long oak wood bar.

The first impression as this bar was plush did suddenly change when I found myself as a captive of four women all in bestial costumes and overpowered me, handcuffing me spread eagle over a cot and moving quickly they cut away all my clothing.

Aroused, revealing, and embarrassed beyond words, I lay there at the mercy of these four chattering women.

Talking amongst their planned debauchery of me, I wide eyed could only watch as one such Satyress did step over the cot, straddling it, and lowered her groin down over my nose and mouth.

A drenching of my nose and lips came as slick salty juices purged from out the vagina opening of this Satyress female. I tried hard not to let the thick juices enter my mouth, lips tight and trying hard not to breathe in the musky vapors.

My maleness was under attack orally, sucked by another of the Satyress females; I had such an erection, the sense of panic forced me to breathe deeply, and doing so the vapors and juices of the seated Satyress did then enter into my body.

I struggled to break free and wanted to run from that place! My mind felt as if on fire, my groin as if it wanted the sucking to last forever, I felt as one in a battle to retain their sense of being.

Unable to move much and see less, the struggling of me slowed into a vain sense of wanton delight, in a muffled voice I began begging them to do to me more, much, much more!

More began with my asking as busy hands began spread smearing my entire body with an oily slime. My face still buried, covered over with goatish curly wool, the busy hands began to apply of the oily slime some stiff feeling pants, and wraps.

Inebriated, as from Satyress vaginal juices that had soaked inside of me; as then the stuff acted on me, so similar to me savoring a dozen shots of southeastern Indies goods, “Rum.”

Other than my head and face, all of me then felt as if stuffed tightly into a shrinking suit of tough leather. The rising of my one Satyress blindfold offered me a blurry-eyed gaze as to how they had stitched me into a goat suit.

Cuffed and immobile, I tried without success to wipe the vaginal slime from making my vision so blurry.

Seeing I in my predicament, a Satyress knelt beside my cot, she using her long trails of hair to wipe my eyes clean from the sticky slime. Her leaning forward had her pushing into my mouth such a nipple it felt like the teat of some nanny goat.

Feeling it, immediately I began to suck on it, feeling the hot milk squirt into my mouth and me swallowing it as it shot out the nipple.

I learned then that when sucking the nipple teat of one Satyress, one is not enough, and I remember it well, having sucked dry eight breasts from their creamy rich goat flavored milk.

Belly bloated, and sated sexually from the sucking that climaxed me a dozen or more times, I laid there as a man drunk from too much sexual pleasures.

Vaguely I remember the four Satyress females leaving, they making comments about me, as if what was to come later would make my rape as a mere pleasured time of relaxation. Lying there, I felt as if my body was gaining strength, agility, and a sense of longing for me gaining pleasures untold from horny women.

A gut wrenching pain had me lifting my legs as far and tightly close to my body as the ties would allow. I cringed as the pains in my guts seemed to be stirring me inside, as well my head ached and spine felt as if it too were on fire.
My groaning brought back the Satyress women, they wooing me with kind words, telling me of the next day as for me when I would have the pleasure of sensual bliss as I should give a thrill to some young women.

Their words to me began loosing continuity, my mind lost the meanings of spoken words, as if those who spake to me did so in some odd or foreign language.

Wooed into a drowsy slumber, I dreamt of different things, of ideals dealing with conquests over females and a wild passion to enjoy mating anything willing to allow me to try to breed.

Awakening, I found to my delight the freedom of my arms and legs, unfettered by any restraints; I strode about, looking past a fence and thinking how nice I felt.

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Everything about me felt strange and yet too suggested what was, was proper and righteous. The feeling of being at odds with me began driving me to want something to curb my passion, even the rump of a willing nanny seemed a perfect choice.

A gruff man came toward me in the heat of the afternoon, he took a firm hold of the two horns grown recently out from my skull, and summarily he dragged me into the rear door of the Bar room.

A lassoed rope snug about my neck made for me the reason for standing in one place. I eyed those passing me bye as one I seemed to remember her musky scent, and did cal to her as only I knew how.

“Baa…” Baaing was the singular tone I could force out my mouth; it seemed enough, as the definite female knelt down, caressing and combing her nibble fingers through the thick fur that adorned my tough hide.

Bleating of my undecided mind over what I was doing there, the Satyress allowed me to nuzzle her groin, licking at it, and then indulging my passion for the taste of what something in said was great and pleasurable.

Smoke and the mushy scents of Satyress females walking past where I had to stand were to me a monster of a distraction. Worse, I felt a sudden burst of fear, the sound of a gruff man speaking, announcing something and he pointing toward me, made this creature rather wary of what they had there, for me to do.

Not many people sat there in the bar room, some sipped drinks as a few talked to the Satyress women. I waited patiently, feeling the building sense by all there of a coming attraction.

Instantly I blinded by a brilliant white light, and felt the tugging of the rope about my neck, I walked along and soon found my new self, standing up on a stage. The audience set hushed, all was so quiet it began to make me nervous and I started bleating.

That harsh sounding man did yell, as if to suggest of some volunteer to come up on stage and toy with me.

A short wait and from out of the darkness stepped a young woman, she eying me with some intent, as I looked with bestial lusts at her.

"I would like a try with him!” I remember her saying, as at that moment her words baffled me, I later could remember them, and understood the meanings.

Slender but endowed of her chest, she began to strip off her clothing, walking around me in a wide circle, she then dropped to her knees, arms folded, and this presented me with a view and a dilemma.

The crowd applauded, and as a group moved up closer to the stage.

“Horny,” is the only way to describe the feeling I had at that moment in time. As from inside me came the realization of what needed doing; immediately I gained an erection that felt so…good!

Well my willing young woman was not to be out done, and paying close attention to the chore at hand. She waited, looking back toward me, as I stood cautious and slightly embarrassed from having all those people watching me.

Her pretty butt set there poised and offering, I spied the place I had hope of drilling and walked forward, my massive erection wagging side to side.

Me being then as is a real animal, I wasted no time as it mounted my favored prize, poking and jabbing I continued to miss that special unseen spot.

Someone there nicely volunteered, and took a soft touching grip to my erect shaft, they moving it did position it properly. Feeling the warmth and nervous quivers from the body below me, I thrust forward, striking the place, and then rather harshly, I plunged in until the hairs of my sheath did tickle her fancy.

My mature size of one Boer big buck shaft entered and did make her scream from her sensations. I wanted to nurture that moment, so in a easy and slow but wildly thrilling rapture to us both, I let us gain full pleasure from my first humping of my fullest length to which I became recently then endowed.

Me then a true to form Billy, I began to slowly pump her, not as might a normal buck goat would, but instead, I wanted to sink the shaft in deep and in a slow and rhythmic manner, wished to grant us both a sense of fulfillment and delight.

My uncanny mannerism had the volunteer salivating about her mouth. As all watched each eying intently, they were witness to how I the animal was driving his mate into a crazed state. As I strode forward, driving the length of one such engorged shaft ever deeper, my female companion would moan and groan, she making other women there who stood watching, as if they too were uncomfortable.

All sat there in utter silence, in awe of either the animal or the volunteer.

The moaning volunteer began gasping for her every breath, as I the animal had reached bottom, and that glorious shaft had since filled to such an erect state the end of it bloomed into the shape of a huge mushroom shaped head.

I was enjoying this; it was my first time then doing it, as would a buck goat. I found this manner of mating as something more arousing, the shaft in her seemed as if it were made of Oak.

Moaning and bucking her rump back at me, this volunteer had me beginning to react as might a real goat, and our pleasured moments took on the brutal style of one male animal breeding with his desired female.

Near to an hour of glorious sensation passed, all there sweating profusely, a buck goat was beginning to stink, and his mate below having orgasms five times to my climaxing seven rough thrashing times.

Pain from brutal ravishment enveloped all there by or on the stage.

Some felt headaches, others clenched at their groins, my volunteer and I went our separate ways, she never came back, and I spent the next seven wonderful years acting with bestial intentions and waiting for the spellbinding goat ointment to wear off and allow me to return to my traveling.

Me, as a crude buck of a male goat, it seemed as if but a dream, yet I have something that reminds me it was all quite true. Every morning, and when the need would arise, I must ease the bladder, urinating, I must lie over the toilet bowl, a furry sheath protrudes out a hot red colored goat buck shaft, and I do my thing. The sensations come on me like waves upon the shore at full moon, and from buck goat big testicles is urges that I could never wish to deny.

Occasional fence leaping becomes necessary when the moon is full, and I find myself loving to bleat when the deed I have done.

Or:

Check out this video on You-tube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bs2QzU7Gxjk

Or:

One of the more inspiring pictures I have seen:

http://www.transfur.com/Gallery/ViewImage.ashx?Image=1631

http://www.transfur.com/Gallery/ViewImage.ashx?Image=6442

http://www.transfur.com/Gallery/ViewSequen...x?Sequence=1485

As from a fantasy mode of thought, it does get one around the legal troubles of doing what those shown above found as their rather personal situation. Were-animals or complete animals, either get what they like to do most in TF stories.

[southflorida]

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I aint reading all that to find out what your driving at :lol: :lol: :lol: :D


ummm - there is some GOOD transformation material in the fur section ;)

moved to zoo