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I felt that Angelica could tell where my preferred delights came from as I stood hunched over those doe goats, delving sheath deep and getting off my near to insatiable sense of lust.
"Now, as for you dear stud and satyr," the Sprite said, she fluttering about gaining interest and increasingly close to erotic views of the happenings, as happening between the doe and me.
She broke her staring gaze and looked up at me as if wondering before she said, "If it were possible, would you from knowing what your life to come is like to feel, do you wish of me to change you back to being a common man, or a brash and assertive big buck of a real goat and animal as the truer you?"
I slaked off on my thrusting to stand still sheath deep and quite aroused, to get thoughtful about what question Angelica my Sprite had asked.
Then with a gawking look around me and the larger herd of waiting does wishing servicing, I took a moment to give consideration of using my third wish. The bright sunshine of a dawning new day was filtering through the leaves and branches o a tall Maple tree giving us cover from the dank humid dew settling on all around.
"Please try to understand me of what I say, as you can remain a satyr at play, or become a complete buck, stud, herd sire and remain here being wholly a male goat. If you decide not to wander and were to stay here to become their herd sire buck, you have to consider what lifestyle you shall lead.
Being a buck goat there will not be any likelihood of any womanly infatuation situations. No going to reside with a woman inside her home, no human style fun, no movies, playing video games or sports or driving automobiles, no trips to Paris, no visiting museums or art galleries or libraries or staying in hotels or eating what you want.
Whether satyr or buck goat, it is rise up with the sun, learning to forage, eating grass, hay, or some sort of grain every day, as most of any day.
If you remain a satyr and living as some playmate to a erotic woman, allowed to wander but needing to return by evening for a wild night of continuing copulating with her, if that is what you like then go to it.
As just maybe you might prefer to be self-oriented and become a brute buck of a well endowed goat, and standing as a herd sire all day and all night.
Goats give no care whether it might be raining or snowing. Goats know of no worrying about losing your job, or paying the electric bill, or wanting things they really do not need. As a buck goat is a male satisfied with being around his herd and doing mating as he is happy, content, and constantly willing when some doe brushes against you." My kindly as thoughtful cute Sprite said and suggested.
I had to admit she had thought my choices out well to her ideas, and to my worst as ultimate demise. Ignorance and sheer dumb bliss awaited me if I by wishing asked of Sprite to change me into a whole animal buck goat. My existence would become but hunger, lust and being alive..., as if by being a satyr was there anything more living in that form than becoming as is a farm animal?
Thrusting began anew as the doe below me swooned and bleated with every new push by me inside of her. I began again to focus on mating goat style and let what my Sprite asked as a question floating in space.
All went well for me until, suddenly there was a disturbance, an angered voice said, "As who and what the Hell is you and you doing to my goats?"
I looked up and away from the warm butt and furry body below me to see standing there a man glaring at me. He held a Sheppard's staff as a possible weapon, and looked muscular enough about his shoulders to wrestle with me the intruder.
"Me, I am a satyr enjoying sex with your lovely goats, would you care to join in our fun?" I asked of him, as thought then of what I said as being quite out of character to my usual demeanor.
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