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Indeed, a dark as evil driving part of the beast that was me wanted this man to go, and he to join with his goats in a literal manner. At the same time I heard his fear and pleading, horrified by what he being a satyr could cause to happen, as from his returning home, he might well doom, damning his dear wife and offspring to their being as satyrs, or for the boy, he fornicating, would for sure become a buck goat.
I felt torn by my lust and the benevolence I had long since learned to give to fellow mankind.
“What to do, what is righteous, oh God in heaven, what can I do to right this awful wrong?
I, I…, so wish to take back time, as be again before I fornicating, did soil the body and soul of this kind fellow?” I said as this poor, changing man becoming more as soon a male goat, an animal, with the mindset of a goat, one herbivore beast.
“Did I hear a wish spoken by one certain Satyr?” So spoke, she the Sprite, gleefully asking if I would say what was said as being that third wish I thought to save, as return me to being my true self.
“YES then, as my final wish for your Genie master, I request to go back through time to where, or before I met this dear man. As part of my wish I would ask of the Genie, I, Me, this my animal satyr self be then changed, made as impossible for me to fornicate, as cause any human to need be changed, made as a satyr or a goat.
Help me now young Sprite, make my wish be true, return this fellow to being the man he was before we met, and return him into the bosom of his family.”
The Sprite smiled, and in but a moment in time all was as it was, or with the exception that as a portion of my wish, to make of me as impossible to infect a human, the Sprite changed my life and status.
“Behold, the wished new you,” The Sprite exclaimed, she smiling down at me.
“Huh, wha…baa,” I began to ask but my changed new self ceased my ability to speak and be by any person as understood. What I discovered was the manner how the Genie’s Sprite made me assured of never fornicating with a person again.
I discovered my goat cock was sheath deep, and me slowly thrusting. I stood mounted and humping the rump of a doe goat, as I was as well a goat, me a buck, the herd sire, a simple beast, an animal, doing as my instincts then prescribed…
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