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"NEVER GOAD A WITCH TO PUT HER POWERS AT WORK, AS WHAT YOU PLANNED FOR FUTURE FUN MIGHT MAKE A SUDDEN TURN OF EVENTS"

“A Walk in the Park”
By Bluefox and K. Rooste


"So then, do ya want to go do that last trail before vacation is over?' Don asked. Knowing already that his soon to be wife would go anywhere so long as the chance was there for a bit of wild private time.

Terry, laughing as she finished tying the laces to her boots did Terry answer quickly, "Last one to the car has to be on bottom." Making a dash for the door then to the car all before Don could hope to catch up.

The trip to the secluded park was not nearly as eventful as watching a documentary of desert plants. However, it was close for Don, making sure of the backpack and the contents as the muffled crunch of rock and dry leaves, something so slight he never took any notice.

Finally, after traveling nearly five miles along a winding park road, they came upon a winding trail, newly cut into the brush and wooded forest, it opened before them as a part of the park not noted on any map.

"Ok, everyone out, I mean you there stud muffin," Terry taunting her beloved and spoken just a moment before she graced him with a deep kiss. Her passion warmed Don, arousing his male ego with a lusty hope for some fondling fun in a meadow.

The two of them knew the other well, as each their thoughts entwined with similar desires, mutual grins; they felt a strange sense of blessed being together. The vacation was far from over, being in the middle of the week, this leaving the park nearly deserted of life save for trees and other animals. Thusly assuring them of easy privacy for whatever delights and debauchery their wicked minds might divulge.

"Race you," Don whispered, then charging down the unmarked trail, bolting from where he parked the car. Don slung over his shoulder the pack with a picnic lunch of wine and cheese, as he jogged off and out of sight.

"Cheater," screamed Terry, with a laugh as she slammed the car door shut, and a quick look around, her inner wits suggesting the odd sense of their being watched by something evil and disturbingly vile.

Slipping the keys behind the front bumper as not to have a worry about losing them, Terry took off after her lover; a little disgusted he would run off and leave her to the perils that might lurk that deep in the woodlands.

Huffing and quickly finding his energy failing him, Don moved along climbing ever higher in the stiff climbing trail.

The calls and yells of Terry following and coming ever-closer makes him stop and give a loving chuckle. He then feels a odd chill, as if someone or something else is near, watching, and would relish walking on his own grave.

Unknown to the two unsuspecting lovers, a devilish force stands watching, it is a wicked witch of a woman gracing her evil with the name of Lysaila. This trail leads many unsuspecting people a bit too close, some she deems as worthy to find their lives and even bodies so changed as to become a part of the park and its inhabitants. Her desires well hot for those who from living prim and proper, some retain nearly perfect bodies. She likes to gather in those without a filling in their teeth and of virgin status.

Terry is one of such priceless worth, although letting Don to play, as the two to that day had not indulged their real lusty thoughts to change what remained pure.

She thought of them as intruders generally, but if one was pure of heart and body, those then were the types she had a need. Watching all the while concealed as her two new victims cavorted directly towards a clearing. Smiling almost cruelly to her own coming delights, as she decided the fate of Don, as his lover had remained pure, Don was not still of his virginity, having used his maleness before.

Then the two came together and laughing aloud when from out of nowhere a sharp wind moved through the tops of the tall trees, rumbling along the trail with the speed of a run away train. Whipping trees and grass as easily as Don and Terry nearly removing off their beings the clothes they wore, only to die as quickly as it came.

"Freaky, like an evil wind," said Terry, saying more of what she felt than of the actual happening. Her pondering thought changed suddenly by what lay before them a grassy forest meadow, its air cool and refreshing, but nary a breeze or a sound.

"Yea, a perfect place for us to enjoy, and in privacy too!" Don stated, the tone of his voice as alluring to Terry as any she ever thought possible.

Don biffed Terry a quick playful punch from behind as he yelled "TAG! YOU'RE IT!"

Leaping into a dead run towards what seemed a private lookout pavilion across the clearing, he hooted with laughter the whole way.

He was only a few yards from reaching his planned goal when feeling a half breathless Don stood eying the pavilion, with a slapping his back, Terry knocked tripping over a clump of grass, they both fell laughing on the ground.

Both landing together, they rolled and sprawled inside the pavilion.

"Guess get on then bottom then huh," Don said as he rolled around to rest more on his rear and hold Terry close; rubbing along her back as she crawled up his body to plant tender kisses along his chin, cheeks and lips.

"I guess you are," was Terry's answer back. Winking coyly, as she moves back to her feet, slowly, strutting back and forth, a few casting looks around to make sure of no other eyes. Turning slowly, she grants to Don her best rendition of an impromptu striptease. Doing her best to be as alluring as Don would like, Terry started first to get rid of her boots and socks, then playfully rolling her back upwards, accentuating a sensual tracing along her legs. Only to then slowly pull her sweaty shirt open, dancing as she sings and strips out of her shorts. Pressing her back against one of the pillars, she slid down it to a crouch, proceeding as she did to twist her arms back to open the clasps of her bra. Standing with a twist and pulling the bra off all in a single motion.

Still swaying slowly as she hummed, taking no notice of Don pushing his own boots off then pulling his shirt open as well. He quickly opening his own shorts glad to have gone stag. Don began to open his mouth ready to say something loving, only to freeze hearing a voice from his left.

They both about jumping out of their skin, as Terry did give a startled scream hearing the same voice.

Turning to look at where they had seen nothing before, stood there a beautiful woman, slender, nice curves, and someone any man would find as captivating. She stood leaning casually with one hand braced against one of the pillars that held the roof to what was her pavilion.

To her left stood then a short pillar, and as if floating just above it set a diamond shaped crystal. It seemed to hover, as if ready at the beckoned word to do the bidding of this strange woman.

"My, my, my, two so eager and willing, you dare to trespass into what I have as my home. You would defile it with your animalistic delights, likely soil my floor, and be as the beasts of the woods." Her words boomed loudly, echoing under the canopy of this her small but special personal pavilion.

“They who would dare my wrath shall know of it together. You are mine now, unable to fight my will, what was weak, shall soon become virile, your bodies stronger, made for what it is I deem. That which was human ceases to exist, my will be done. I have need of a handmaiden, someone to tend to my daily needs.

As your Terry is of beauty, so then shall you both know of extreme sensual forms, together shall I make you both as female of gender.” Laughing at seeing Don whence his face with the first radiant yellow beams of light flowing from the crystal, enveloping his entire self.

The woman then pointed her right index finger down and at Don; she spoke with indignation in her voice, as if ordering a meal. “Of Don he shall become known as now Donna, wicked desires, seeking men with an insatiable lust, becoming mostly a goat like creature, but having inherent beauty, A Satyress, but her duty is that of a whore; alluring here men by wanton sex they then as goats."

Shocked, Terry began to cry, feeling the sensation of her own humanity slipping away.

Moaning as she could only watch and fear the first time her still shapely legs covered in long curled hair, reminiscent of that goats she witnessed, found wandering in the park, and hustled off to some farm, only the week before. Shaking her head as feathered long hairs sprouted from her arms, noticing how her head felt heavier, as sprouting from her skull sprang forth, black, and ribbed horns of a Gazelle.

Seated on his bare butt, Don looked on with stunned awe, unable to move, he could see his own manly pride slip slowly back, shrinking up into his then furry groin. A strange sounding moan even to him rolled out of his mouth, suggesting that some part of him felt delight in what had begun.

His moans echoed those of Terry, she changing to become partially a woman and some sort of sleek and sexy Gazelle creature.

Welling up mountains of breast flesh caused Don to scream, some from his horror, and a bit from the sensation of female pride, soon blessed with robust breasts, blackened nipples, they protruded out looking like small teats on an udder.

The sensual groaning from a changing Don began to sound more like a horny nanny goat bleating for the feeling of rut. He found as his toes became cloven hooves that movement returned, and he sat wiggling them with a few bleating giggles, elated with glee.

Slower changes came upon Terry, while she watched as legs became slender shafts of muscle and hard shank bones. Her toes turning black, merging, and became as neat and flexible cloven hooves.

Don, changing into a Donna writhed with the agony of a slowing to her change. She was a witness to how Terry quickly shifted species, blending what was human with something resembling that of an African Gazelle.

Pains and unspeakable agony raped Don as he felt his Donna new self take more and more control. He tried to turn over and crawl away, but once on all fours her changes returned like the roaring sound of water falling off some cliff.

Donna screamed at the realization of her sprouting two horns, Her horns becoming those more of some type of mountain goat, rolling over backwards, curving into a near circle, caressing her elongated ears. This all asserting to Don his days as Donna were soon to begin.

Each level of change sped on to complete Donna in her new body, one of a true-blooded Satyress, she felt an unquenchable lust for sexual pleasure, delighted to think of her own self as a whore; her body force fitted perfectly, ready to doom men that would become then as animals, rank beasts, worse than even her in their lusts.

Donna slowly worked her way to standing on neat cloven hooves, her shaggy haired goaty shaped legs bearing her up. Staggering she walked out of the pavilion on as yet uncoordinated legs, moving away through the tall grass, her every thought then of males and helping them get bigger balls.

As Terry watched Donna with a tear in her eye, while the strange woman moved to stroke the maiden Satyress along her full mane.

"Worry not for Don, or soon Donna, as she will grow to love her new place in life. You, however my dear Terry will not suffer the same fate as having lust drive you." The woman spoke with a soft calming voice as she guided Terry along by the hand. "You shall be my new pleasure companion, to live slightly improved but not like those I deem to be as beasts."

The woman laughs as she casts a short glance to see Donna standing near the trail and acting seductive, already taking on her first of many suitors.

Terry watches to as she walks slowly along beside her mistress, seeing another unwary hiker whom only wished to enjoy the flora and fauna, as from just casting his eyes upon Donna, his soul turns dark, and lust overwhelms all good sense. He is pulls into her embraces and soon lies covering a Satyress.

Moans of wild sensual seduction by both Satyress and her victim turn his grunting groans to the panic sounds of a male goat feeling his first true pangs of being in the rut. His maleness meets the first infection of his body, and with its spreading of sensual pangs he can do little but stand humped over Donna and enjoy his degrading from human existence.

Baaing and sharp bleats when pains of change remind the man of his coming doom. He knows his end is in sight, wagging his tail with some sense of bestial male animal glee he gives in, letting the bestial mindset wipe away his fond memories of home, friends, and the family he grew up loving.

Horror led to a sullen sense of mindless want to rut this lusty female, his only thought is of self and self-pleasures, becoming then a buck goat; she crowns her first with the charmed name of Billy.

Looking away as she hears Donna cry out a lusty cry and the man cry out at first a loud groan which turns into a loud bleat from little more than a common goat.

Turning terry's face to look at her own, does the woman speak once more, "You belong to me Terry do not forget that. My name is Lysailla, but you will call me mistress from this moment forth."

Nodding slowly as Terry answered meekly, noticing how her voice is barely more than a controlled bleat of its own. "Yes mistress."

As the two Mistress and her Gazelle Satyress walk out of sight, leaving a randy buck goat Humped and humping as he stood covering a willing Satyress. She stood delighted, her lust for sensation sated for the moment, enjoying her rutting, assuring that Don or Donna and those she met, would nary know of their humanity.