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"More than Caught" By AdobeFats & Vaulthurst
Angelia was that girl what every man seeing her would say
she was his absolute dream to love and many who would want
to marry. She had a style and grace in her walk, her manners
equal to dealing with people, brought out the love and
concerning of all in a conversation. She was my dream girl
as well!
As for all she was to so many men, she seemed less than
allured by men, not that she would not show some her
affection for something given her or done as favor to her
for her natural beauty. I was one of those she came and
kissed as hugged more than once, and each time she did
before we parted, I know she felt as knew I was becoming
aroused by her touch.
Angelia lived her younger years and unto that fated day on
their family farm. It was as a Century farm, and term in
this state granted and given a state sign awarding a family
for having owned as worked the farm for more than a hundred
years. At the county Fair, there was Angelia, she a true
horse woman, the top equestrian rider four years in a row.
Her father, a man widowed by seemingly not bedraggled in any
way by his lost love, he managed the large farm and worked
his daughter as hard as he did the hired help.
I imagine the living on a farm tends to some a difficulty in
not finding seeing the animals there living as do we all,
the then brute way the males come and mate as breed with
their females.
I could give more examples of Angelia, but I think you can
catch the drift of how wonderful a person she was; was as in
past-time.
What began with me to taking notice to why her father seemed
a man proud and somewhat recluse when in the company of
non-farm owning people, he shunned all others with a cold
shoulder attitude, me included! My occasional coming to the
farm to visit with Angelia met many a time with her father
meeting me first and insisting I leave immediately, as his
daughter was busy with her chores. Occasionally, she would
be looking for me to come and headed her father in another
direction, she liking when I came and would spend a few
hours time in conversing or we going for a horseback ride
about the farm.
It so happened on a fall cool day, I having called Angelia
and told her I was coming to visit that afternoon, when I
arrived there was no sign of Angelia, her father, or any of
the usual men working there on the farm.
I got out of my car and began wandering about until I heard
the heated voice of a man raving angry. It was the voice of
her father berating a worker for something done dreadfully
wrong. What he said, he made direct mention to others there
by name, reminding them that if they did anything the same
foolishness, they too would know his wrath. He dismissed all
there except for Angelia, he speaking harshly to her, told
her to wait until the worker named Frank, felt like he could
stand and walk.
I stood to one side, out of sight of those men leaving the
barn to go back to their chores, as then Mr. Albright
stormed out of the barn, he walking to his big house,
slammed the back door as if still in a fit of rage. Seeing
he as gone and the others, I entered the barn to see
Angelia, she with her back to me, she was looking down at
likely a fist-beaten man.
Wishing to see what had happened, I remained in the shadows,
moving closer, finally getting to where I could see past
Angelia and at the man she was watching as waiting for him
to again move.
Gawking, I saw there lying naked from the waist down the man
I had only met rarely when at the farm. Frank had not a
beaten mark on him, but he had then a where he was naked the
disturbing resemblance of his changed body, was as in part
physically like that of a farm bred bull. The man laid there
with eyes crimped tightly shut as if in pain, his mouth a
grimaced set of lips.
I looked at what was then Frank from his shirttails and
down, he normally a Caucasian man, but beginning at the
belly navel his skin had changed to a deep black of color.
As from there began at just above his waistline and down,
his black skin grew a furred pelt of black hairs. The hairs
covered his differently shaped legs, his feet, stopping at
what were his toes, they as but cloven hooves.
Eying a closer look at what was then Frank, seeing where his
skin color drastically changed, he had there what looked
like the belly sheath of a bull. The protruded angle of the
sheath pushed up the tail of his shirt, his sensations from
changes coaxed out some six inches of what was his new
bovine contoured penis.
Frank smoothed his hands at touching his sheath. He fingered
at his wholly uncircumcised a penis, it bovine and as
something point, red in color, and quite beast like. He with
still eyes tight shut reached his arms and hands to comb
through the black fur grown from his thighs. He traced the
elongated tube what held then his bull size penis, fingering
along it until he touched at his testicles. They the only
blackened part not thickly coated with fur was the two much
larger than if human testicles, they the size of two Apples
in a loosely hung sack.
The feeling hands continued to trace the mass of his
changes, they moving on past the broad thighs, then bovine
of form, felt at what were liken to the animalistic hind
legs. Frank moaned softly when with reaching his hands felt
of what were his heels, they being as then hocks. He hunched
up his changed legs to better feel as trace his fingers
along what were his feet. Each foot having narrowed, the
ending metacarpals had become as fetlocks what ended with a
dewclaw hoofs and the cloven hoofs he would need to stand
upon and walk.
Slowly the man Frank regained some sense of his being alive
and opened his eyes to look up at Angelia. As if in pain or
anguish still, Frank mouthed some words, he silent made not
a sound.
Angelia said then, "I am sorry for you Frank, but it will
sooner feel like the natural part of what will be the new
you. My father went to the house to brood there, he dislikes
showing to others his powers!
You can get up now, the legs are stronger than when human.
Take a deep breath or two, let the blood replenish with
oxygen, then you will feel the strength needed to rise up
and stand.
As father said, when you able to walk again, you must come
with me to where, in a few hours time you will complete the
bodily physical realigning to being as one of our sire
bulls.
I am sorry for you, but I warned you off many times as not
try and touch me, kiss me, and then doing it today with
father watching. He had said many times the first man to try
a make his daughter swoon would pay a big price. He made use
of you to denote his warning, now all the men working here
know of father and his powers. He is making you the example,
he had to make, and to you the price is by becoming one of
our black Angus bulls to pleasure not with me, but lusting
then for cows! "
Frank opened his eyes and tried to rise up six times until
on the seventh try he stood up if standing there needing to
hold onto the stall rails. He said then, "I am not sorry for
coming on to you like I did, but seeing you with..., well it
got me all hot and turned on, as you can imagine. I think
your father is a harsher man than any of us working here
ever knew he was or is...like!
Ah ha, I guess this means my weekly pay is from here and now
forfeited, you do not pay a bull for doing what to him is as
something natural!"
Frank seemed to be jesting with Angelia. His remarks and
general attitude had changed. The grimaced face of anguish
had gone away and now with a smile he talked about he would
become more like unto. Frank stunned me and as well Angelia,
as he spoke using a humoristic manner about his being then
in part a bull, so nonchalant like it was not something all
that horrific a thought?
I was about to speak up and ask him of why he felt so elated
for being like he was, when Angelia spoke, what she said
made me wish to leave the farm A.S.A.P.
Angelia said to Frank, "I warned you, how many times did I
not tell you to quell your hormones about me? You were not
my type, you were, but now and in the future there is that
maybe if..., if you can remember to act passive and not
beastly aggressive..., you and I, we might then have our
more friendlier times of snug in a time of true
togetherness." That said, she took hold of Frank by his
hand, and he walking with long staggering strides, went with
her.
I stood there dumbfounded, what I had heard, had seen,
seemed a fairytale of the Brothers Grim, but this was real
to life black craft magic done to Frank in the then as now.
Army training came in handily then as with remembered manner
of moving with stealth, I moved along, following the two as
Angelia took Frank to where he needed to remain and stay
until something more were to happen to him. They walked to
what was a hay bale lift, like a flat platter elevator, but
did not go up, they went down, to the basement below the
barn, a place I never knew of imagined existed.
I peered over the abrupt edge of the square hole there in
the barn floor, watching as waiting for my chance to grab
hold the cable rope and slid then down into the dimly
lighted lower floor of the barn.
Once down and kneeling, I saw Angelia standing in what
seemed another stall, but it having high walls, and a solid
made door so what was inside could not see out or be seen
while inside. Three bright florescent lights set nestled up
into and between the upper floor joists providing an
abundance of light inside the stall.
I watched as Angelia unbuttoned the shirt still on Frank,
she helped him remove his T-shirt too, he then wholly naked
stood there before her.
What happened next changed my mind a lot about Angelia, as
she smiling at Frank, she slid down her blue-jeans and
panties, and stepped close to Frank.
They hugged and with him helping heft her up, she wrapped
her legs about his furred waist. If not horrified at her
acting so aggressive toward the poor man, she held tight to
him as from his sheath then protruded a foot long, pointy
tipped red cock, the kind like a bull would have, it quite
that of an animal.
As Frank the bull-man became much aroused, his upward angled
cock rose up more until Angelia shivered when it slipped
past her tight nether lips and then reached inside her body.
The sensation of his penetration hit the mark it made
Angelia, and Frank shiver. He with his head and then his
torso, as she lurched upward, the full length of what Frank
had as his bull-male organ shooting out and up, lodged into
the vagina and beyond of his beloved.
Angelia did the work, she rising up and slipping down, was
the coaxing of him and her to orgasms, many times they
twitched, shivered, and moaned. The juices flowed, as from
where I stood the squelching sounds of his lengthy maleness
was plunging at her. She as he enthralled from the sound and
their sensations felt.
As for longer than an hour did Frank copulate with she who I
thought of as if my real love!
They spoke of nothing but went at their lusty sexual
frolicking as if he were a bull doing a cow. The only sounds
being of juicy suction and sensually aroused moans of the
two in the act of breeding. My watching had me wishing she
was doing her thrills to me, and not to a man changed
halfway to being a bovine bull. The sexual play was not
without some cost to Frank, as if he did not so notice, or
maybe was beyond caring.
I watched as the his skin turned to blacker colored hide and
fur grew north, moving to encompass all of his torso, as fur
grew up the back of his neck.
Frank gained more than just a black furry outer covering,
his torso changed, becoming heftier, more like a bull, he
swelled with shoulder muscles, a changed chest, and his
arms..., he looked like some body builder ready for the
Olympics.
As then Angelia seeing as feeling the advancing of his
furred skin, she was ready to dismount him when he with a
sweat coated face and dark brown eyes looked at her. He had
to struggle to speak, said to her, "No my dear, stay the
course, stay with me until what I am is ready for the
corral."
She stayed, riding his long cock for a wild and sweaty ride
,while about his head the fur, as muscles changing, his
ears, nose, mouth, lips. His head and face became shaped
like he were born as a bull. When with some pelvic gyrating
done by Frank, his tail stuck up and stood high in the air,
he bellowed a triumphant bellow like a bull ending his
conquest.
Angelia hearing his cry, she seemed to know it was time for
her to let go her legs, she slid down a short way before
Frank realized what she was trying to do. He grinned with
raised lips showing his block-like front teeth in a bullish
sort of grin.
He became instantly aroused to fuller a stiffer an erection.
The full length of his hot red rod he held inside her was
still so deep.
She with her toes not touching the barn floor, hung there
suspended up, held by his bull erect cock inside her pussy.
He stood there using his left foreleg to help hold on to the
stall wall and keep him upright. He mooing from the felt
thrill, while she beckoned he release her as she with those
long piano playing fingers did comb through his chest fur.
"You are ready now Frank!" Angelia said, she saying it so
calm as softly and with such sensed manner of love and
affection.
Frank stood there, eye staring off into some oblivion as
might a male lost in a moment of extreme sensuality. If not
from his physical changing from man to being like a bull,
his shaft stuck deep inside his lover, it kept him enticed
and ignoring her imploring words.
Angelia repeated her wish for him to let her down, but Frank
continued to ignore her, he was in some seventh heaven. He
tried working his pelvis and then wanting to thrust some
more as he must have had such masculine feeling, the like he
had not felt between him and her. The want to be pleasuring
was the reason that Mr. Albright had used his family powers.
He had done the same before to unworthy suitors after his
daughter, making of them as assets to the farm, they using
their awarded new merits.
Anxious as if experienced, Angelia wrapped her legs about
the bull torso and she shinnied up his furry torso. When I
saw his red cock slip then out from her body, he taunt erect
still, did try to thrust in again, but she had other plans.
When Angelia had raised herself high enough that the last
six inches of his bull cock remained in her, she jumped away
and off from her lover. She landed soundly on the barn
floor, as his last inches of cock literally ripped from
inside her, she moaned as did he.
Angelia said then, "You know well how to pleasure a female,
now is the time for you to drop down, to take a stance on
all fours. You are a bull, and by the demands of father you
are to remain a cow mating herd sire bull!"
Letting go his touch to the stall wall and teetering, Frank
then fell forward, his arms had changed and fingers being as
cloven hooves slammed down to the straw covered concrete
floor. He stood there as if stunned by the bulk and a
realization of his then being for all his future a beef
bull. He stood as would a yearling young bull by his present
size, his head at waist height to Angelia.
The elated sexual sensations gone, Frank stood there,
mentally struggling to cope with his feelings, fears and the
knowledge what he was, he would be until death.
As if to implore his lover, he with a Muroo... moan, Frank
sniffed the air, he sauntering forward, did nestle his
muzzle as nostrils into the shaved groin of his lover.
He sniffing and with tender snorts, he breathed in her scent
and what was a blend of his own volume of juices spent, he
became partially erect, his red cock poked out the black
furry sheath.
Angelia knelt down, and she seeing his partial erection, she
said, "I need to tend to that!" That said, and she stood up,
walked outside the stall and into the dark.
Frank just stood there, his mind boggled by what all had
happened since he got out of bed that morning.
Angelia returned with a clay jar, and she wearing a glove,
dipped her hand into the jar and came out with the glove
coated in a tan colored salve.
She then knelt beside Frank and with her one hand did steady his sheath, she with her gloved hand began coating his extending erect cock with the salve.
"With this salve I thee stain, become now a bull
as the real you,
Correct in body as of this male organ, of self
a all Black bull of the Angus breed be you now,
content to be a herd sire bull!"
The demeanor of Frank then changed, he stood there as if
disinterested with Angelia and he sniffing, began following
the scent to where there be cows, grass, and wishing to be
someplace elsewhere.
If that were the end to what I saw and learned, my story
would have ended here, but there was more to come, much
more!
Angelia stood there and watched Frank lose his esteem of
self to the animal he had so quickly became. She returned
the clay jar with the anointing salve back to the shelf,
tossing the greasy and toxic glove into a waste canister for
disposal. I watched as she was looking for something else,
until she found it and went back to her new bull. She passed
her hands in a cycled circling fashion before his face,
captivating his attention, seemingly putting him in a dazed
trance.
Angelia moved to be between me and her lover, her back to
me, blocked my view of what she was doing. I waited and
watched, seeing the bull shudder
Its body with some convulsion as if discomforted. When then
Angelia stepped away, Frank the bull wore in his nose a
brass ring, the symbol of enslavement!
Frank shuddered at the din sound of a metal clip clinking
its snap into place onto his nose-ring. I rein tugged on by
Angelia, she lead her lover-boy out the barn basement to a
corral behind the barn. I snuck up to the door through where
she took Frank, seeing as she released the rein clip from
the nose-ring, letting the bull to wander where he had
worked was then his new home.
She turned her back to the bull and walked toward the still
opened barn door. My seeing her coming toward me, I retired
to the darker shadowy storage area, there to crouch down and
watch as Angelia closed the barn door and went to the hay
elevator to ride it up to the main floor of the barn.
I was left there alone and thinking, wondering as to what
manner of person was Angelia and of her father, he a recluse
person of few words. The miracle of human to animal
transformation is something quite unsettling to be actually
watching. The having read about in books or when seen on
television the sight and sounds of it are instilling of some
apprehension, but when being as reality, it strikes fear to
a body.
My next real concern was to make my graceful exiting from
the barn as if what had happened inside there I had not
seen. I decided to walk out the rear door of the barn and
climb the corral fence, standing then in a aisle between the
holding corrals. I walked out into the feedlot as if by me
being there I was out looking for Angelia and not a witness
part of the magical dehumanization of a man to being a
common farm animal.
When one of the men working there saw me, me dressed too
well to be where I was, he came to me, and with his cell
phone, called Angelia to meet me at the front of the big
barn. I thanked the man who was one of those that had
witnessed the degrading done to Frank. He seemed somewhat
disgusted by my being there about the feedlot. He told me
how easiest to get to where I should be, and warned me not
to enter any of the corrals, reminding that the cattle were
truly unfriendly beasts.
I felt the man was suspicious of me being where I was, he
having seen me before when there and in the company of
Angelia. We when talking or together had never once gone
walking the turds and manure strewn aisles of the feedlot, a
place of renown stench.
A long walk back to the barn had me thinking of the best
excuse for having been where I was when discovered of being
there on the property. When I saw Angelia coming to meet me
her face suggested concerns. She looked worried, but I
wondered if she was tired and feeling a good bit stretched
from her hours of playtime bewitching Frank into being full
of form a bovine.
We greeted in our usual friendly manner, a kiss to my cheek
by a dear friend. The obvious question arouse, as why in the
world was I wandering the stinking feedlot? My answer was
that upon arrival I did not see her or anyone and went
looking, ending up wandering the miles of aisles that were
like a labyrinth to a visitor.
My reasoned excuse seemed quite plausible to her and she
taking her cell phone from her jeans pocket, connected with
her father, recanting to him my reason for being where I was
found wandering. My situation seemed put to rest and with
Angelia walking with me, we went to the main house and there
I was served some refreshments.
The conversation seemed quite muddled with feeling of
anxiety about something drastic, something we both knew had
happened but had our own reasons as not to speak openly of
what was the big secret. That feeling of an unsaid secret
had Angelia distracted and tripping over her words. She
became nervous, and suggested she was feeling ill with a
severe headache, asking me to leave and come back another
day.
Being cordial to my good friend I of course agreed with her
wish and asked if we might get together later the same week,
of a Friday for a private lunching picnic. She smiled and
agreed, as we walked out the house front door and to my car,
I saw her father staring at us from an upstairs bedroom
window.
As I hugged and kissed Angelia a good bye, I looked up at
the scowling man standing at the window. Normally I might
have from seeing the man would have noted we were being
watched and then waved at him to let him know I saw his
surveillance. This time I felt it in my best interests to
make an exiting from the situation at hand. I left the farm
driving away with my usual slowness, dodging the ruts and
dips along the driveway.
Once away and back to the paved road, I drove hastily to
where I felt safe from the evil I had seen. The situation
bothered me, and why not, what I had seen was not the common
humiliating of a man doing something considered wrong. I did
wonder though why Frank when seeing he was as had so changed
partially, seemed so unconcerned as to what it meant for him
and his life and future. It was as though he had expected
what happened would happen. Maybe he wanted it to happen,
that thought popping into my mind from having seen as heard
him coax Angelia to help the curse finish his changing
sooner.
That instilled in me a thought that from Frank working with
and near the farm animals he had gained a sense of affection
for their manner of living so free even while captive by the
fences.
He did like to play and even seen on a rare occasion try to
fondle or suggest he would like to touch those perky breasts
on the chest of sweet Angelia.
As it happens, my life became busied by work and family, an
ailing father and a worried mother kept me from my date with
Angelia. It was two weeks later when I remembered that
agreed date for a picnic lunch together and alone on a high
hill overlooking the farm.
So on a storm threatening day I decided to take a vacation
day and just drop in on Angelia and make my apologies in
person.
When I arrived to the farm the place looked its usual busy
self, men doing their work, driving tractors with machinery
attached as if their working there was not under the wary
eye of a man with magical powers.
A greeting to one man, I asked if he had seen Angelia. The
man stopped and his face looked like he wanted to tell me as
where she was, but felt uncomfortable divulging the
information. He suggested I check with her father at the
main house.
So I walked that way but when the man had walked far enough
away, I turned round and walked to the barn. I often saw
Angelia in the barn, she took exceptional care of her
horses, and they seemed delighted when she was nearby. A
Shetland pony liked Angelia well enough to sprout a blazing
erection when she came near him or was upwind where he could
smell her scent. The pony was her first to ride, that being
some twenty years hence.
The why she kept the pony after graduating to riding her
horses, seemed like he was her personal pet. She liked to
take Mike the pony for a walk and even to picnic, letting
him graze while we talked and did more...
When I entered the barn I felt a sensed static in the air, a
feeling I had when watching Angelia sexualize with Frank,
forcing his changing, and helping him to accept what would
be his new reality. The same was there then, and as I walked
the barn, going to the stable end and seeing the stalls as
empty, I wondered what horrible thing had happened again.
The stall with Mike the pony had inside it one dead pony, he
lying on his back, legs in the air as if rigor-mortis had
sent in leaving him stiff in death.
Stunned at the morbid sight, I noted the stall floor, the
straw seemed toasted, singed by heat, almost to alighting
with a fire. I felt a sense of worry and personal
forbidding, wondering if what I might see would have me
joining Frank?
There was in one stall to the far end of the stable a golden
glow, the like I never had seen. I walked toward it, and
coming closer heard the moaning sounds of a seductive
Angelia. My hearing her moaning had me expecting to find her
fornicating with one of her animals as she had done so well
with Frank her new Angus bull.
Inching cautiously toward the stall, being very quiet, I
came to the Dutch door to the blazingly brightly lighted
stall and peered around the corner of the door sash.
What I saw was Angelia floating in the air. The entire stall
was a glowing ember of warmth and a smell of animal sex
having happened recently. The stench tickled my nose and I
sneezed!
My sneeze alerted Angelia to her being looked at, she
rolling her head to gaze a look at me.
"Angelia, what...!" I remember saying, she smiled her
alluring little grin that often bedeviled me with an
arousal. What she said stunned me to hear her openly admit
to liking of the bestiality she had enjoyed with Frank as he
became a bull. She told of a more recent suitor coming to
the farm and he being a past lover too like me, she lead him
into a stall and they had sex.
Her father caught his daughter in the act of sex, thinking
she had lost then her virginity to the man, he removed her
from their coupling and seeing the fellow there in a
compromising manner, he laid a curse on him. Her fun friend
became a large reddish brown buck goat in a matter of a few
minutes. The spell as placed upon him had with it an mental
acclimating, as he knew what had happened, but felt content
as happy to be then a male goat.
She said that her seeing friend Chad as a goat, his love for
her had not lessened, they met often and he with she, they
enjoyed his new sensuality. It happened that morning her
father caught her with the buck goat, and he became
infuriated beyond anytime she had seen him get angry. He
cast a darker acclimation spell over Chad, making him forget
his humanity and think only of mating goats.
He was still enraged and looking at her, he cast a spell,
she to become a goat whore, the essence of a sexual young
woman and a female goat, blended and left floating in a
horny realm as her punishment.
I gawking at her she was looking very horny, horny to her
thoughts and arousing to me in my want to sexualize with her
provocative looking form.
I thought to enter the golden stall, and float to her,
wishing to touch and embrace her. She looked so much more
alluring to me, a factual part of the punishment spell cat
on her by Daddy!
To me she was always beautiful, but seeing her as what an
angered father made of her, she became a true idyllic
passion to me.
She moaning was bemoaning what he father thought of her. She
floated there bathed in the golden haze, relaxed in a way
was with her cloven fingers tweaking at one of her goat
udder teats.
Those sad eyes, looked back at me, said then, "No, no you
must not enter this stall it is like entering into the anger
my father has for me. You come inside and the farm has then
another new buck goat, so please stay out in the barn
aisle!"
I stood there in the doorway to the stall, I wanted, longed
to enter and wished so to fondle her furred skin, seeing her
fluffed long hair, those perky womanly breasts, her goat
body allured me so, the likelihood of after entering the
hazed stall and becoming a male goat seemed worth the
thrill.
"Stay there,' Angelia warned a second time, "Please..., dear
friend do not come to me! I love you more than you know, and
wish to marry you in due time, of that father would agree I
am sure. Yet, if you enter now and try to mate me, you doom
us both to being as goats, permanently as goats!
I felt so horny after Frank was gone, father sold him to
another farm. When Chad arrived today, I nearly threw myself
at him and he reacted as do all my male friends, he felt his
lust to be his guide.
Now go away and do it quickly, if father comes and sees you
with me, no telling what he might do to you!"
Aroused and with a tenting erection I backed away from
looking inside that curses stall. I turned and looking down
the barn aisle saw Mr. Albright. He stood talking on his
phone, his back toward me, it gave me time to find a place
to hide.
Hurriedly I ran from stall door to the next stall finding
them locked with a padlock, or the last tried stall had
inside a large brown male goat, once known to me a Chad
Chadwick. He seeing me there bleated his welcome, I had
second thoughts about entering a stall with him, be being
usually horny, and from becoming a buck goat might be
hornier yet!
Hearing Mr. Albright say a good bye to who he had called on
the phone, there was no place other to go than to enter the
stall with Chad. I knelt down as just then Mr. Albright
walked past the stall door, he walking toward where he had
Angelia held captive.
When he then stood outside her stall doorway and looked
inside, what he saw her doing seemed to infuriate him all
the more.
"My daughter, what kind of woman would you be? To look at
you, your present state does not humiliate you, you float
there in spelled space, fingering at nipples and teats,
thumb fucking your red snatch; I have a thought to leave you
as this for a good while longer" He said, Mr. Albright said
to Angelia, he waiting for her to say something as if to beg
or plead.
Instead, what she said in reply stunned him the wrong way,
she said boldly, "Humiliate me, why after all the men,
friends some of them you blatantly transformed because they
dared want to touch me, you caught a friend playmate
wrestling with me and for that you made of him a Shetland
pony.
You were so angry with me for letting Chad quell my pangs,
you flashed your lightning and killed my friend, my pet
pony. You think you can do no wrong, your ideals stand
supreme. Well, I plan to get married one day and then move
away, leaving you to this your farm of anger, debauchery,
and the girls you bring home on the weekends."
Seeing him hear his daughter berate her father, I turned and
sunk to my knees fearful of what he would do to me when I
might get married to his dear daughter. As I slipped down to
kneel there in the stall with horny Chad, as I lifted my
head to look at him, he stood there, leaning against the
stall wall. My eyes gawked at a fully erect goat cock
pointing at my face, being wiggled closer toward my mouth.
Chadmoved quickly and his cock-tip perked past my lips and
the oily length of his male tool slid into my mouth,
striking the back of my throat and then arching down as he
ejaculated his load.
Couching, and choking from the flesh rod rammed down my
gullet, the noise I made was heard by all there who were
alive.
Chadkept on thrusting his cock into me, and it spurting out
stinking slime the like and kind I never wish to ingest
again. Hilted, as he thrust his big goat balls slammed at my
chin, the filthy soiled fur of his goat belly near to
smothering me.
Mr. Albright came then to where there was all the choking
noises, and he opening the stall door, pointed an index
finger at Chad. A bolt of blue shot from the fingertip and
blasted Chad away from me and his goat self flew to the far
side of the box stall.
He looked then at me, as I said, "Thank you sir, that damn
goat was trying to mate in my mouth, he had his cock in my
gullet and was thrusting.
I came looking for Angelia, I had broken a date with her
some weeks back and decided to come here and make up, take
her to lunch, show her I truly cared about her.
I saw what you did to Frank that fearful day, and kept it to
myself. I see your anger is at your daughter, please
understand she has deep feelings, she loves many, and they
love her, as do I.
You could be angry at me like you were to Frank and or Chad,
but it is my one hope to marry your daughter and we live in
town, near where I work."
The dark scowling anger seemed to leave his face and he for
the first time ever, smiled. He turned and began walking
along the barn aisle, as I then had a thought, said, "Sir,
Mr. Albright!"
I got up and licking my oily lips clean of the goat semen, I
walked to meet the man, the father, as I said, "Sir, I know
of your great powers, but in the case of Chad, he does not
truly deserve to remain a goat. Now do not get angry but
hear me out. Chad came here to see Angelia, she is a popular
person with many fellows, and why not, she is beautiful.
I ask humbly if you would consider what you did to Chad and
let him go home human as then drunk and thinking what he was
or became was but a stupor nightmare. He is normally a fine
fellow, has manners and when having met Angelia today she
said how she went after him and not the other way around."
Without a word but a head nod he agreed and a flash of
golden light announced Chad as back to being himself, though
then naked and driving home in his sports car.
"Thank you again," I said, and standing there the man
figured I had another thought, I did, so I said, "It strikes
me that Angelia being such a outgoing and forceful an
individualist, it might bear witness your present cast spell,
per-say she were to marry me and look at another man, it
would be a good reminder if then she became again as you
have her now, remaining that way for a full day."
Mr. Albright smiled again, he saying to me, "Son you would
make a good wizard! Your manner of speech is ever so
politically correct and polite. I think your idea about
leaving the satyr-goat spell on my daughter is an excellent
idea, and I shall make it as so...., however, the B.S. about
her looking at another man, that was a ploy. You like her as
a satyr-goat woman, and she is arousing as alluring. It will
be a wedding gift from me to you both. I say both because
what a married couple need do best is to share, she when
either of you look lustfully at another person, your next
day will be one of wild as sexual apologizing each to the
other. I think you will do well as a son-in-law, no go to
her, enter the stall, and for a week or two I will let you
get to know her better."
The man seemed trustworthy of his promises, I turned and
hastened along the barn aisle to the golden haze filled
stall. Standing as looking at my soon to be betrothed
floating there in her extreme sensual form, I turned to give
Mr. Albright a questioning look. He smiled and waved his
hand, the force from it giving me that needed shove and into
the haze I went.
Wild, simply wild, two weeks of the
horniest sex we either ever enjoyed, we were married the day
after we became human again. To say we lived happily ever
after is not enough credit given to my father-in law for
knowing what is best as fun.
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