“IF YOU DARE”
By Kyle & Kevin Rooste

“Fortune favor’s the foolish” or so some say, and I for one wonder to this very day that phrase.

It was during a trip to the northern part of Michigan that brought me to the crossroad in my life. I was traveling with a friend and going on a hunt for antiques to fill his home. We had been stopping at farms, old worn buildings, and roadside stands for two, long days. I for one was getting absolutely bored looking at chairs upside down and eyeing picture frames with no picture in place.

I was the one who spied something neat that drew my attention. There in one corner of an old two story building sat a small bedside table. It was made of Redwood, properly stained and varnished, a stunning piece of furniture. The table surface had an inlay of tooled leather and a working drawer in the front.

As I peered over the table, looking at its construction and seeing it to be very sound the proprietor approached me. She informed me that the drawer did not work. Yet that did not matter as I had found a prize possession as if a priceless pearl. Oddly, or maybe by some divine providence, but the table matched the furniture I owned and had in my bedroom.

No matter what, I had found my treasure; and was ready for heading back to Wisconsin and home. The van chucked with furniture, picture frames, and my bedside table, we headed for home, at last.

Once at home I set my prize and find in with the other bedroom furniture. A questioning look saw it made the room crowded and like so many things, it ended up in the basement video room.

I set it between the two main lounge chairs all positioned for two to sit and become engulfed in a movie.

That accomplished I forgot the wonderful find and went back to the daily grind, as the table and my passion for it faded for a while. It was when a friend at work offered me a mystery video to watch I found the true reason for the table, and its excellent preservation.
Setting up my evening of entertainment, I placed a bowl of salty popcorn and two cokes on the coffee table. Then, I placed the video into the VCR, as everything had seemed ready; I eased into my leather chair, leaned back, and pressed the play button.

Instantly the hard driving music suggested what I was to be viewing would most likely of the XXXX vintage.

The credits came first, when then the title popped on the screen I knew I was in for some wretched movie named “Satyr.” A few minutes into it had me wishing I had never started it at all. By the time it got into the nitty gritty parts my thumb hit the stop button, as I was about to toss my supper.

The screen went blank but as I sighed, feeling delighted for not watching more, I heard a soft sounding voice.

“Continue onward please, and see for yourself, what we have wrought,” said the voice, seemingly from out of nowhere.

Quickly I flicked on the studio lighting but saw not a person standing in the room, save me, myself, and I!

“Who’s there?” I yelled being disturbed that anyone might have entered my home uninvited, and at a bad time too!

I searched the room then looked out into the other basement rooms. The stairway to the upstairs and then the entire house, but nobody did I find. “Maybe it was part of the video, when I stopped it mid the film maybe the editor placed in it a taunting to continue?” I tried to rationalize how this strange thing could have happened.

Minutes later, I was again downstairs and seated in the lounge chair, the remote in my hand as I contemplated watching some more of the sex crazy, video.

“Come on now, we are all ready to see more,” said that same voice, but from where, as I had not then yet, touched the button, play.

Jumping up I again was poised ready to fight for my right of privacy.

Looking around I saw nothing, until in the dull studio light was that Redwood table, the one with the fake drawer that was then standing open. A chill ran down my spine, and I shivered thinking what on earth, I had purchased and worse, brought into my home.

Foolishly, I ordered whoever was in the drawer to come out. Even as I finished the statement, the idiocy of it made me laugh. My own laughing reminded me of that sadistic satyr in the movie. Shaking my head in embarrassment, I plopped back into my large leather easy chair, ready to forget it all, when; the drawer made a move to open some more.

Laughter changed to outright fear, I stood there anxious and nervous, wondering what might happen next. Reaching for my trusty flashlight set by the side of my lounge chair, I kept it there being if we lost electricity, as the video room could become pitch black, when dark.

A click of the switch my trusty flashlight, beaming it into the halfway open drawer a flood of bright light.

Stepping toward it, I peered inside the drawer, seeing only dirt and dust. I stood there waiting and wondering, then stepped back seeing suddenly a movement along the upper edge of the open drawer.

Two eyes gleaming orange colored eyes were blinking at me, as if inset into the font of the table. I watched them for a moment, as they both closed, and then, right one winked at me.

“Oh God in Heaven,” I exclaimed at this sight!

Instantly the drawer slammed shut, the eyes went shut and there was total silence in the room.

Not knowing whether it best to run upstairs and hide, or take this strange piece of furniture out of the house, and set it for garbage pickup. Instead, I knelt down on my knees, and with both caution and respect for this strange thing, I let my right hand stroke the leathered top once or twice.

The two eyes opened, the drawer slid open an inch as I sighed to some sense of relief.

“What are you?” I asked of this thing.

“We are Legion as we are of many,” came back an instant reply.

“Legion, what is that other than a number?” I asked, remembering it from reading the Bible and its fashioning of words.

“Demons, Devils, and Archangels of and from out the Master’s realm,” was but the answer as the voice offered an instant reply.

“You’re a table and drawer, how is this possible?” I blurted out my question, yet knowing that if they were demons, their abilities would be far greater than my own.

Its eyes blinked several more times, and then with more speaking the drawer began to open and close. “We were sent here for safe keeping by a witch some ninety years ago. It was in the far western mountains of your land, and since then we have traveled, toted from place to place, until you bought us, and brought us here. Help us leave this place, and your reward would be very great, of this I assure you,” So spoke the table and drawer!

“Say I do release you from your bonds, what then will you do to me or others? I think someone wiser than I placed you in this table, and likely it is best you remain, but not in my house to be sure!” I said my piece to them as then began to remove the V.C.R. and pick up the spooky table for a quick trip to the garage.

“Blessed shall be you to know life from a different perspective! We here agree and shall offer thee a one time thrill to be as unto whatever you would desire, even to the Satyr on the screen!” The voice offered as I began to wonder, looking around the room for the sign of a video camera and if this were some fool trick.

“Say I agree, how would I release you from your bonds, I am certainly not some powerful wizard or a witch.” I set to arguing, uncertain if this is all real that I place myself at the mercy and integrity of a demon.

It said I was to light a candle and place it dead center of the table’s top. Then turning out all the man made lighting, I was to kneel and pray for the Legion’s release. This sounded somehow reasonable at the time, but why it did, I cannot say!

Soon enough I was finding myself kneeling before the table, a candle burning on its top, I folded my hands and began to pray, pleading to higher powers for the demon’s ultimate release. Even as I spoke the words, they came out of my mouth as Latin, chanting them as if in some sorted reverence.

My strange speaking made the candle flame rise higher, and higher until it was as a pillar of bright yellow, almost touching the basement ceiling. My mouth ran onward, speaking a flood of words flowing out of me like a river of unusual language commentary, while me feeling some apprehension for being too close, began to inch back and away.

I gawked at the table as its legs did spout feet. Legs of wood became flesh and bone, taking upon it the shapes and form of an animal. Cloven hooves stood on my carpet, as I watched in horror this table changing and growing into a hideous thing.

As a Lion at the head, shoulders of a bull, belly of a lizard, with rump and legs like those of some wretched goat, as it began to growl, taking a deep breath, it let out a loud roar.

Its roar was loud, the smell of its breath like the fires of hell, and with his sounding he blew out the candle, it having fallen to the floor.

In one giant leaping jump, I hit the light switch not wishing to be in a blackened dark room with that creature. Click went the lights on and I saw it standing there before me, licking its lips as if I be its first dinner in a long, long while.

“For your deed comes the promise of knowing life for a new perspective, tell us what you long for the most and it shall come to pass!” offered the demon creature, as he now spoke again in perfect, King’s English out a mouth no Lion could ever speak such words.

“I don’t know right now,” said in a shaky voice!

The creature reached out a clawed hand as the points did touch the top of my head I saw on the television an instant replay of my entire life in just a few seconds.

The creature began to laugh and laughed louder so that my house began to shake.

“You have great sensual desires, more than enough I see, the vision of your life is filled with desire, lust, and sensual delights. One seeing your life would know of a human wishing he was never born as one. Indeed, I have the power to rectify this, and allow you the sensation of beastly life for many, many years to come, what say thee?” asked the creature and demon.

Memories of youthful pleasures raced back at me as memories of pleasured acts if known, remain shunned, as society in general thinks as if human life and form is the only way to live, and be happy.

Boldly I stood there, knees shaking while trying to bolster my dignity, if just for a short moment. “Per say, you saw there my life, pray tell me then which of them would you offer as the one dream I wished, that is possible to come true?” I asked him, leaving it an open question to a demonic creature, from one puny human, me!

The demon took a deep breath as he stood up straighter, eyeing me without even a blink. Its arms hung at the sides of his body while goaty legs stood as if he were in the army and at attention.

Bursting out with an indignant belching laugh he said, “Horses mostly, Bulls like Angus and Herefords, black Goats, Sheep but Rams only, Bears, Lions, Dolphins, Satyrs both male and strange but sensual females too, and lastly I saw you wishing to be some Boar Hog, as if one of Circe’s swine. I must admit to you that many wish one thing or another, but never have I seen someone wanting so badly, to be anything other than his own self! Now too of your pleasures and lust to the forefront; I shall agree to make of you a body of strong flesh, sound bone, as of a Morgan breed and horse, but a stallion.”

“Now, oh but I have things which need be done first, my will, my family, I must make plans, as once I become a horse...” I began to speak my worries of a mind-filled responsibility, tantalized with wild delight and still ready as willing to accept his most gracious offer.

The creature laughed loudly, “No, no, nay these things shall pass to another, as you shall be as one born to equine life. You shall know who, and what you were, all your memories intact, having rational thinking with the only exception as when you mate, then will the instincts prevail. I shall begin your adventure as a two-year old stallion. A mature animal shall you be, but granting you the same life path as if you had remained human. It is your life’s path those in heaven demand, this we cannot change, so expect to live as a horse for not less than three score and twelve years of life. A spirited animal by you being so willing and active, kept for your eternal youthful appearance, remaining constantly young and vibrant, placed out as a prime stud; pray tell what more do you want?”

I stood there thinking for a moment and then with wild and wishful forethought, I asked the most glorious question, “I wonder if there be a way to allow me the ability to speak in English, as do you from the mouth made as has a Lion?”

This stopped the demon creature in his laughing manner. He stood and eyeing me, as if thinking, breathing heavily until a minute passed, he then announced his findings.

“Agreed, but with one proviso, if you speak of our bargain to anyone the ability speak will vanish. The one to whom you spoke will find their life to be as yours, except they shall be as a mare, be they man or woman first.” The demon stated, his eyes showing some amount of disgust for me having requested the option.

“Yes, no I would like to ask of just how I shall look, my coloring as such?” Truly, this was an interest as I for one never liked white horses, as their color speaks of the purity I never owned.

The demon cocked its great Lion head, while having a listen to my puny human wants and wishes.

“I would desire…” I began to speak but stopped then when the demon creature began to speak.

“I am not a fool, I know exactly of what you want and will grant each and every item of your tantalized delights. A Morgan stallion, skin black, your hairy body covered in Bay hairs, black mane and tail. You are built of strong shoulders, having well defined Withers, and well formed hindquarters, and diamond hard hoofs. Yes, you need not speak it as I see into your mind now and all that your sexual desires will be granted, are your ready to begin?”
The Demon now said seemingly ready to make of me my hearts fondest wish.

As I stood there feeling my head began to throb or pulse. As from the weird sensations in my head, skin, bone, and its muscles went through changes, my human head contorted into an equine shaped skull.

“Why my head first, change the lowers first!” I asked, as if almost demanded.

The demon looked to one side as a fuzzy white blur began to materialize. It was some insect with a long narrow beak. I looked at it as it eyed my every move.

“I saw a foolish thought, if you were changed in the lower regions you might have begged higher powers that we stop, and let you live on as endowed with stallion’s genitals and a huge penis. If you did this, the bargain would cease, this is when he acts accordingly. A true Succubus insect, he sucks out your brain causing instant death and quick damnation. We have learned this over time that humans don’t keep their bargains,” so explained the demon, as his insect creature now peered at me, waiting to act.

My head became that like a young horse, but my poor human neck could not hold it up. A passing of his bestial hands about my head and from my neck and shoulders rearranged, becoming set for four-legged stance, and my neck gained heavy muscled mass, allowing me to raise my head upright. I could but watch with wild expectations as arms changed before my eyes. Clopping together my new hoofs together, as if in human applause, made the demon grin.

As the chest and belly changed, my rump and legs took on equine form allowing me to change my stance, falling forward on all fours. The brisk flicking of my long tail brought out those new and different sensations as only a horse can know. Shaking the neck and mane too had its delights but it was as I settled into my new self, those hearty male hormones began to make themselves known.

The creature laughed as his insect friend faded into some other dimension. I was complete in body, bone, and muscle a stallion horse and felt the power within my new body. A whinny came from deep within my throat making me feel shock and a tickle of delight. The sensation of feeling something drop out its dark home brought on new thoughts, those of lusting desire and wanting for pleasure, and male conquest.

“You are complete now a Morgan stallion horse! As all can see it, you do enjoy what you feel, that thing mortal males seem to find as pleasurable. Your male part shall become erect upon the vaguest of passions. Whether you see food, a mare, or just smell something sweet, your cock is the announcement of your stallion’s pleasures. We have many Devils they being lower of rank than true Demons, devils have cocks too, using them for the delights of silly women and foolish men. Horses particularly seem blessed with a male organ having flexibility enough to show enthusiasm or a simple bodily need. Take time to learn about this your new body and life, be at ease as those around you see only a handsome animal, thinking you are but ignorant beast. Our Legion shall depart, and we most humbly thank you for making our escape very, very, easy.” So spoke the demon creature, as he vanished from me, leaving me standing as a handsome Morgan horse and stallion, still my basement video room.

Lost in feeling of the sensations belonging to an equine form, I had a sexy equine body and stood ignorant of self. It was some time after that I awakened mentally, discovering how to leave the house and move onto a nice farm.

Time slipped past me, I thought little other than to learn the daily experience of being as a horse. My human memory of that night, as of what happened, and as much realizing the difference in my form and life, I settled into living life from the perspective of a horse.

A short amount of days passed and I found myself groomed for show, prepared’ as are stallions photographed, ready to market their looks, stamina, and sperm. I then realized my one main purpose in life, that to mate, and impregnate needy mares.

Like a child learning his duties for a lifetime, I stood and let the stable’s groom make me look handsome and sleek. I soon after walked down the brick path, one that steamed of the rank scent, those of mares in heat.

Sniffing up the scent my upper lips curled back touching the bridge of my nostrils. I pranced with eager intent, as delighted at the prospect of mating, feeling my shaft drop down as it began to swell in size.

I ignored the conversation of people standing about, they looking at stallion and his mare, both eager to realize a moment of togetherness.

The sounds of a mare’s eager whinnies, all this made me want what I was even more. That great moment arrived when as me a horse, being one proud and prime stallion, stood meeting the first mare of hundreds to come.

Snorting with anxious longing I whinnied, giving all the people around us, laugh. She was sleek and sassy, her legs and rump spread wide, ready and willing for me to quell her lusty longings. I eyed her tail, wrapped of bindings and held to one side my some small, little man.

Cocking my head to one side, I tried to focus on her rump, getting my first good look at what she had to offer, and doing it with complete social acceptance.

A din of laughter, lurid comments and muttering soft noise, was but a din of sounds I plainly ignored. It was with this my prime moment mixed with her vibrant scent, as if a rich perfume worn my some sexy woman, she was mine for the taking!

Thoughts of past fun now suggested I was ready and able to do whatever my beastly mind wanted. I sniffed her rump at close range. Eyeing her black lips move in winking fashion to show the warm, moist pinkness, that lay beyond.

Thick and rich was her heady scent, alluring it beckoned something deep inside of me to act with bold and selfish desires. Again, thinking how I could act and do whatever with total anonymity, as I was just another animal, a stallion, and standing ready to mate with a mare.

My instincts took me over, my human thinking mind to a backseat, willing to watch and all the time feeling everything that happened.

A horse’s laugh issued from my equine mouth, as a long and thick tongue reached cautiously to give a lick and sample her wears. The heavy scent, her strange and enticing flavor, I sat back and watched through equine eyes the wildest movie I had seen, ever.

Snorting and shaking my head wildly I watched as she lowered her head in submission. She was willing, and I was ready, everything was right and felt, so perfect, it was but our moment of pleasure.

I bounded using my forelegs to stand almost upright, hoofs planted firmly on her rump. The crowd of onlookers all moaned, as did the mare. A step forward, my forelegs slid down along side her flanks, as my rigid shaft lay over the top of her round rump.

A slight move trying to reposition a lusting shaft only felt it drop off her rear and swing uncontrollably below my groin. Panic and straining to lift it high enough to make its entry I suddenly felt something odd. Out of nowhere came the cold firm grip of a man’s hand, it guided me to my mark.

One quick look to my side and rear I almost greeted him with a very, verbal thank you, for his guidance of my wayward shaft. Then turning to business I moved over the mare spreading stiff forelegs over her withers and edging my maleness to touching a warm moistness.

It had to be more than a minute as I stood not entering the mare and just drank in the wild sensations of being a stallion.

A slap to my rear took the mind back to business, making me jump forward impaling my shaft, ramming like a battering ram. The mare jerked from my harsh entry. I felt as if that wonderful moment of entry had been lost but with what began next, wow!

Those great few times during college years came back and then faded from the sensual heat generated by this mare and me. Each move was more exciting than the last as she gripped me like no human experience. The force to which I thrust was monstrous as with each move I felt the building flood of semen aching for release.

When came that flood I felt drained, my passion quenched, I had but an instinct to dismount while the human mentality thought to remain and play.

Like a spermatic fire hose, I felt the seven hearty squirts, spewing the semen for the open end of my enraged shaft. The mare made her moves too with every harsh squirt, as together for that moment, we stood there, bound by one mutual love of sensation.

Spent and done I felt the groom tugging at my reins with obvious intent to me moving back, standing down and away my mare.

At first I would not budge, the desire for this sensation too great, I wish to have my way as both horse and human wanted it to continue.

The man pulled me off the mare, she walking away sated, the man led me out to a corral for some grain and water, as if to calm me into forgetting her.

I ate and drank but the memory of that first experience remained in the forefront of my mind. Swishing my tail and enjoying the rustle as it graced by rump, I could but contemplate what had just happened. Standing with wild longing my erection still flared huge, I had my next new thrill as the stable’s groom took to washing my tool.

Soon after a Morgan stallion pranced with eager longings, wishing heartily for another mare, and those pangs of personal delight. The horse wanted this to be sure, as I wished to thank the Demons and Devils for their part in making my dream a reality. Delighted right then for the bargain made with a Legion of terrible forces, I was now a horse, a stallion true enough!

The tricks I loved play on young and old, sober and drunkards, letting them think they were actually talking with a ghost in a cursed barn. When at quiet times I think back over the best of times, those when I as a stallion was at work doing what is of nature, this all seems worth the price.

I did see the Demon one time later, asking him if I were to do righteous acts could even a man as horse have a chance at glory and heaven. His response was indeed, damning, informing me of my original bargain, and of what the Bible told about humans having the soul not granted upon animals. Laughing at me he reminded me of what I knew and felt every second I was alive; I was an animal, a horse, and most assuredly a stallion standing at stud!


Yet with time, worries and even the delight for passions fade. It is but many a decade since that fateful night in my house and basement. The passion for being a stallion and living as some free animal has lessoned, now I visit with mares often but like it when comes another, one or those who would appreciate being equine if offered the choice.

It is from my longing for companionship, someone my equal that I have spoken to you. The ability to speak as do men means little when one is an animal and horse. I hear their unkind remarks, feel them feeling me, and allow them their pleasures as I mate with ignorant mares.

To you I have opened my mouth, told of my story, speaking of a choice and life many wish they could know. Now comes the gift I deem upon you, as telling and speaking my ability shall cease; as of it, I do not give a care. Ah but with hearing me speak you are soon to have the chance to join me in my equine delight. The Demon will come, and he wants you to join me here, as a mare and my equal, unable to bear, but with an insatiable desire for me to grant you continued pleasure.

Quick now, before he comes as I might if you tell me, dare you to say what breed is your preferred choice as a mare? Trust me my friend, as I have overheard the groom mentioning of a need for an Arabian mare.


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Another great story with a twist. Thanks for writing and posting.

“The Trustee”

The call from an attorney was but my first reminder of what years ago I did agree, agreement with my good friend, making me at the time of his death; I became the trustee of all he owned.

Oddly enough I had long since lost track of him, he becoming a man of great wealth, but changing his demeanor, acting with great malice toward any and all who had to deal with him.

The papers came in the mail, I read them, denoting the address of his residence, and making then plans to go there that very day.

Later, I stood outside the large iron gates that stood guarding the entrance to the driveway and the mansion beyond.

Once then driving along the driveway, it made of paving bricks and bordered by white four rail high fences. Inside the fencing stood one large and seemingly overly sex minded black stallion, he seeing me drive by had of his thoughts a massive erection, flaring long and with such girth.

Then in addition, were other animals, each to their own separate pastures. Some were as cows, while a few stood as massive bulls. I stopped at one point, standing in the driveway; I was witness to a huge boar pig rutting a sow.

Now my seeing this would not be of any real notice, had it not been the fact that the sown had what seemed a partially human head and face. She was moaning from the sensual sensations from being in rut with that huge boar. Her moans only stopped and silenced when she saw me, taking note of another as her witness to being mated; she turned some to keep what little dignity one might have at such a moment.

The closer I came to the mansion the more animals I saw in the heat of mating.

At long last, I stood upon the front porch, overlooking the front pastures, and seeing then of all those animals peering through fences at the sight of me!

Inside I was met by what might be considered a Butler, save the fact he was half naked and partially dehumanized, being with the head and muscles of some bovine bull.

He directed me to the study, there I could make my notes, and look over the long and drawn out trust papers, they giving away all of what was once owned by my friend.

One of his strange possessions, a small one-drawer table is what he wished to give to me.

Upon me seeking it out, finding it in the viewing room and theater, it looked like a fair piece of cheap junk.

Almost instantly, upon seeing it I became angry and with my left foot gave the small table a sound kick, knocking it over onto its one side.

As I turned to walk back to the study, a small voice called to me.

Wondering and surprised, I stood for a moment, eyeing the room for who had said something.

“We did,” came that small voice, “we inside the table, spirits all, trapped in here many years ago.” The small voice announced to me.

“What are you then?” I asked, my hands beginning to sweat, as the thought of some spirit damned to be in a drawer was likely big trouble.

“We are called Legion as we are very many in here,” the voice announced.

I turned, looking for where the door and my exit might be close, then asking a really dumb question, “Dare I would ask of what you do in that drawer?”

It seemed as if a thousand voices began to laugh at my question.

“We make deals with those who would own us, exchanging their lives and bodies for something they value as being better or thrilling. Would you then dear sir, might you have some longing and desire to live a totally different life, being completely other than what you were born?” The voice posed a question to me, something of a fantasy wish, but having the suggestion of something that might just leave me as another of those out front, they in pastures green, or in some sty.

“No thanks,” I said quickly, turning on one heel I headed for the doorway leading to a stairs and the upper floors.

Unseen by me, the drawer opened and from it flooded out a thousand lost and damned demon spirits, they flying, encircling me, and like some black colored tornado, they all spun about me.

Standing there simply horrified, I had the desire to walk out and leave, but those spirits held me in place, unable to move, but well able to think, remember, and tell of some adventures I had when being young and foolish.

Moans and screams from the spirits filled my ears, deafening me to any other sound. Like the mighty wind of a roaring tornado, they ripped from my body every stitch of cloth and clothing. I felt naked, but in just an instant later, I was warming, becoming then comfortable.

A small voice whispered into my right ear, it told of my wild dreams, and how as a gift from the Legion, my dream would then come true.

Given was a demonic gift of what they termed as “Mutual Exchange”.

When they were finished with me, the cloud of demons flew with great haste back into that small drawer. I stood there stunned for seeing them fly away, but a moment later, the whispered words rolled over again in my mind.

I took an unfamiliar feeling step the sensation was very strange. I looked down toward what were human feet, seeing instead, but my having the hind legs and feet, cloven hoofs and all of some shaggy wool covered goat.

A half turn of my entire body to look at the table and a thousand yellow eyes peering out with obvious glee. My chest felt heavy, as there hung from it were then two large and furry female human like breasts. I eyed them in fascination and horror, the excitement forcing my then nipples to pucker, and stand out long and black, like the ends of some nanny goat teats.

Beautiful and well tapered, the goaty fur covering them felt smooth and offered me wild sensations beyond my imagination.
Another turn had me feel the excited wiggle of a goat tail, this perked out from the end of my spine, it added such sensual glee, I began to laugh along with the demon spirits.

“Mutual Exchange, you are now a most sensual Satyress creature, being mostly as a nanny goat, but given the more sensual shape of being part a human woman.

This is a gift for you to try and enjoy, as with being so much a female and goat your sense of desire is now ten times that of a horny nanny goat feeling time of her being in heat. Your desire to mate with anything of the male gender, goats, dogs, ponies, bulls, or even men shall bring on the exchange.

Once the male human spews his semen into you, he and you exchange bodies. The man becomes a wild and sexual Satyress, while you become as the man, changing then to a male Satyr, part that man and mostly as a buck goat.

Yet, beware as there are those who would not be affected by your alluring ways. These are men and women of the faith, they being then stronger, can curse you, sending you to be a complete animal, changed, and remaining permanently as either a buck or nanny goat,” thus said and did warn me of some possible treachery, I was then a whore of one wild sex minded Satyress, drooling with ideas of sucking and being in rut.