In the Service of Circe, Chapter 4
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In the Service of Circe, Chapter 4
By William W. Kelso
Terry was excited as he'd ever been in his life, which wasn't saying as much as you'd think as he was a pretty excitable guy anyway, but this did bring it to a whole new level. He stood and stared at the large sign in front of him; it portrayed a happy looking horse looking over a fence, and said in big letters 'Happy Vale Stud Farm, Animal Husbandry and Breeding Services'. Next to it was a heavy duty gate with a callbox mounted on one post, but he didn't plan on using it. The gate might keep out vehicles, but while the four strand barbed wire fence on the sides might work for keeping in four legged animals, it certainly wouldn't keep out a two legged one. So throwing his small pack over the fence he quickly followed, and picking the pack up started walking down the two lane gravel road.
He still couldn't believe his luck! He'd finally found her! The legend, the myth, was real!! Circe! Greek Goddess of sexual lust and pleasure, patroness of bestiality! She WAS real! As he walked down the road in the hot sun he thought about how he'd come to be where he was now.
Of course he'd read about Circe in school, one of his teachers had the class read that really long and lame book about some dude named Odysseus running around way back in the ancient days. He'd been bored to tears to start with, that is until they came to the part with Circe in it, then it got interesting. He'd always been turned on by the thought of being an animal, or part animal, and had been a 'furry' for several years, ever since he'd found the internet. He'd never been to any meets or Cons, but had several 'friends' he'd met on some of the furry sites he visited regularly. His furry 'persona' was a goat satyr, one very well endowed with big balls. He'd even had an artist do a persona portrait for him. Of course he'd never let his folks know about his furry interests as they'd think he was a perv or something, but down deep he'd always wondered if maybe; somewhere, such stuff was real.
He paused to take a bottle of water out of his pack; man it was hot, and as he walked and drank he kept remembering.
His first inkling that maybe Circe; or someone like her, really existed had come as a total shock, like being drenched in ice water. It had happened when he and some of his buddies had decided to go check out some rinky-dink traveling circus that had set up just outside the city limits. It was called 'Circe's Traveling Circus', but that's not what gave him the clue that had changed his life. They'd all ridden the rides, almost got sick on over priced junk food, and had a good time; which had been the whole idea. Then they'd decided to see the 'Freak Show'.
The barker took their tickets, and as they entered the gloomy interior of the freak show tent it seemed like the noise from outside became strangely muted. At first there the usual dead things in jars; and they all made barfing sounds, but then they came to another part of the show. In another part of the large tent there was a row of cages along one side; evidently part of a large trailer, and there were...creatures in the cages. His friends had laughed, and said stuff like 'Oh yeah, right!', or 'How fake can you get?!', etc. But he'd known the things in the cages were real from the start. NO costume or makeup could make your legs bend like that, or make a inhuman head so lifelike. But these weren't like the other freaks; no two headed sheep or Siamese Twins, these were...beasts.
The cages all had their own little signs with names like 'Lizzy the Lizard Woman', 'Danny the Donkey Boy', 'Gertrude the Goat Girl', 'Bambi the Deer Woman', "Marty the Minotaur', etc. One of his friends; snickering, asked, 'Wasn't Bambi a boy?'; and they'd all laughed, but he'd stared at the strange creatures, mesmerized. As his friends had moved on he'd remained, still staring. The creatures, or animals, or whatever they were, were all nude. The females had very human looking breasts, but some also had large nipples between their legs as well. The males were all very well...endowed. They looked back at him with large sad looking eyes, and didn't seem to be embarrassed at being on display in the nude at all. The deer woman actually came up to the thick glass and looked at him, and he had an unimpeded view of her sex, the pink lips showing under a layer of downy white fur. But he already had a rock hard boner; he had ever since he'd seen the first female beast. Even though he knew they were real, he still found it hard to believe. He was so engrossed looking at the 'freaks' he didn't realize he was no longer alone; his friends having moved on, until a voice said,
"Impressive, aren't they?"
"Oh shit, Larry, damn it...!" Terry said as he spun around, "You scared the shit out of...!" Then he realized the man standing behind him wasn't his friend, so added, "Oh man, I'm sorry! You startled me dude."
Chuckling, the man said, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were so...distracted. They are impressive though, aren't they?"
"T-They're beautiful." Terry said.
"Yes, I guess they are," the man replied, "to someone who can...appreciate them. You seem to be someone who sees them as something other than mere animals or freaks. Tell me; would you interested in seeing a special...show, later tonight? It's by invitation only."
"What do you mean 'show'?" Terry asked, still staring at the beasts in the cages. They stared back at him, docile and quiet, with what almost looked like...amused expressions on their muzzles and snouts.
"Well, being part animal they have certain...needs." The man replied, "And since they can't satisfy them in public, they do it after the circus closes for evening. And those that enjoy such...shows, can watch for a modest fee."
Terry suddenly realized what the man was talking about. A friend of his who had gone to Mexico on holiday had told him about a 'donkey show' he'd seen in which a woman had sucked off a donkey's cock, and he'd been...jealous. But seeing these strange beasts having sex would be...incredible. Part of him was revolted, but the part of him that was so attracted to such things was...excited. So he asked, "How much?"
A few hours later, at 1:00am, he had driven back to the circus after dropping off his borderline drunk friends. They'd hit the clubs after the circus, but he'd held back, just nursing a beer or two. As instructed he'd pulled around behind the circus tents so his car wouldn't be visible from the road, and pulled up next to several other cars. He'd already paid his $100 fee, and the same man he'd talked to met him at the rear entrance to the show; vouched for him, and another man took him to a large tent. It was a simple set-up, a sturdy well built raised stage with a curtain, and several rows of fairly comfortable padded folding chairs. There were already several other people in the tent; a few couples, but most singles like himself, and they all sat well away from one another trying to ignore their fellow voyeurs; slightly embarrassed to be here, but also very...eager to see what was coming.
The show was fairly simple, and just started without any fanfare. The curtain slid to one side to reveal a large cage, and the deer woman named 'Bambi' was inside of it along with 'Danny' the donkey, and 'Marty' the minotaur. The two males then proceeded to fuck the Hell out of the doe, the donkey mounting her from behind while she swallowed most of the bull's huge cock and sucked him off. Then they traded places and did it again. Next 'Doris' the dog woman was gang banged by four different males, then there was an 'orgy' scene with all the beasts, the outnumbered females being serviced by two or more males at the same time. The last scene was 'Mary the Minotaur' masturbating, and he took his time, grunting in bovine pleasure as he stroked his sixteen inch cock, and when he came his blasts of cum went several feet. Then the curtain closed and it was over.
You could have heard a pin drop in the tent, no one had said a word during the show, and all the men had obvious tents in their pants and the women looked flushed; one breathing heavily as she been rubbing herself between the legs while the Minotaur had been jacking off, and Terry was pretty sure she'd cum too. Terry was so rock hard it almost hurt; he'd never been so aroused and turned on before in his life! Finally people started to stir, and leave. As he shakily got to his feet and started to leave, he noticed a few people were leaving by a different entrance. He was the last to leave, and as he did he asked the man he'd paid to see the show,
"Where are those other people going?"
The man smiled, and said, "They wanted a, um, more personal and, um, up close look at some of the...performers. A private show, if you like."
Terry froze, and his voice quavered a little as he asked, "H-How much?"
The man frowned a little, and said, "Well, I'm afraid all the beasts are pretty much booked up tonight, that is except for Gertrude."
"Gertrude?" Terry said, trying to remember which one she was.
"The goat girl." The man said, "She's not as popular as some of the others, poor dear."
"How much?" Terry asked again.
The man named a price, and though it certainly wasn't cheap Terry knew he'd have paid five times that to finally fulfill one of his greatest fantasies. Luckily he'd had just enough cash; they didn't take plastic, and with a smile the man took him to a large trailer. Entering the trailer he took Terry to a door; interesting sounds coming from behind some of the other doors, grunts and moans of pleasure, and said,
"Normally it's just for one hour, but since Gerty doesn't have any other 'clients' lined up for this evening, take your time. She'll be glad of the company. Just knock on the door when you're through. Enjoy."
Knees feeling week Terry slipped inside the door, and after it shut he heard a bolt being locked into place. The room was fairly small, and except for a sturdy looking old bed the only other 'furniture' was some sort of wooden rack with leather cuffs on it; and he also noticed cuffs chained to the beds four posts. And next to it was a box with chains, cuffs, and other...stuff in it. The goat woman was sitting on the bed as he came in, but she got up when he entered. At first all he could do was just stand there and stare at her. She stared back her large soft eyes, and he swore she was smiling a little bit.
She was fairly short, only coming up to about his shoulder, her furry body mostly brown except for some white fur on her stomach. The beast woman's fur was fairly thin on her pair of very human breasts; the skin pinkish in color and just the right size for a nice handful, her nipples very large and rubbery looking, and he could see two more large nipples sticking through the fur between her legs, but her sex wasn't visible. Unlike the deer woman whose pussy had been in front like a human woman, evidently the goat girls was in a more...bestial location, and in fact she seemed to be more animal then the deer woman had been. But the most inhuman parts of her were her head; it was that of a goat with small horns, muzzle, and floppy ears, as was her body from the legs down, digitigrades legs ending in split hooves, and she had strange three fingered hands with thick clumsy looking digits. And she smelled; well, like a goat, but it wasn't really a stink, more a strong musk, and she was clean. Terry's cock was so hard it hurt.
After they'd stood there staring at one another for awhile; Terry too entranced to move, the goat... amused, she made the first move. With a soft 'baa-aaaa?' she walked up to him; her hooves clopping daintily on the wood floor, and sniffed at him, flaring her nostrils to scent his male lust. Then, nibbling at his cheek with her rubbery lips, she gently cupped the bulge in his pants and rubbed her body next to his. It was pretty evident she knew what she was doing.
Terry shuddered when she 'kissed' him, then moved his head so her lips were pressed against his and kissed her back, his hand finding, and roughly kneading, her firm breasts, and she ground against him, bleating softly as she slid a hand inside his pants and gave his cock a gentle squeeze, and he almost came right then and there. Pulling away from her, he asked,
"C-Can you talk?"
The goat looked at him, her eyes sad, and shook her head. "Naa-aaa."
Reaching up and stroking the side of her muzzle, Terry said, "You've very pretty."
The goat bashfully pulled her head away with a pleased sounding bleat, then it crouched in a weird way, and before Terry even realized her intentions the goat had pulled his pants down! And he wasn't wearing any underwear. She cupped his balls, and then her long muscular tongue started to lick and tease his cock as her lips nibbled at it. The rest of his clothes soon followed. She licked and gently sucked his cock for a while longer, then stood up and pulled him over to the bed. Next she walked over to the box of sex toys and restraints; and held up some leather cuffs and a large animal shaped dildo, looking at him questioningly. Jeez, he thought, she wants me to tie her up! He was tempted, but he'd never really been into that kind of stuff. When he shook his head she put them back down, and came over to him.
Terry was no virgin, but his was...special. He'd thought he might feel too...weird in a situation like this, but to his surprise he found he wanted her more then he'd ever wanted any of the girls he'd dated. To someone with his interests she was...perfect. They sat on the edge of the bed for awhile, and he kissed the goat passionately, letting her push her long muscular tongue all the way into his mouth, his hands fondling her breasts and their large; now swollen & rigid, nipples, and he slid one down between her legs and tweaked the equally large and rubbery nipples there, the goat bleating in pleasure. Her strong scent filled his nostrils; and he thought, oh man, this was going to be fantastic!!
Hugging her he ran his hands down her furry back to her short stubby tail, and sliding his fingers under it he found a soft wet opening, and as a couple of his fingers slid inside the goat gave a squeal of pleasure and hugged him even tighter, grunting as his fingers pleasured her, and her sex was already swollen and wet, ready and eager. She was just as aroused as he was; there was no way to fake that kind of lust. He kept pleasuring her, and soon the feel of his fingers inside her hot wet sex, and his own aching cock, were too much for him to take any longer, so he pulled his fingers out and pushed her away; and knowing what he wanted she turned to face the bed, bending over and resting her arms on it, looking at him over her shoulder, panting in lust, and gave a soft pleading bleat.
Bent over like she was she looked even more like an animal, her short tufted tail sticking straight up, the swollen lips of her animal sex glistening wetly. But Terry didn't care, he'd lost any remaining inhibitions he might have had against what was basically bestiality. Circling behind her he crouched a little for a better angle, pressed the head of his cock against the drooling lips of her pussy, and then mounted her with a powerful thrust, clenching his ass and pushing in and up; his cock easily sliding into her slick wet sex, the goat squealing in ecstasy as his hardness hilted in her. Then with a groan he began fucking her as hard and as fast as he could, gripping her in front of her legs. It didn't take either of them long the first time, and as he came the goat bucked and gave a guttural bleat of pleasure as his spurts of cum triggered her own climax. He paused for a minute, then begin thrusting again; sweat dripping off his face, the goat squealing in approval. His second orgasm came fairly soon too, and with a final grunt he pulled out of her. She stood up, and crouching she began to clean his cock, her tongue licking over it, her lips sucking at it, while he just stood and trembled. Then, their lust; at least his, temporarily satisfied, they rested for awhile.
He lay on the bed next to his strange lover for about an hour, letting himself catch his breath and come down from the incredibly sexual high. They kissed again, his hands exploring her body, taking more time this time as he wanted to know every inch of her. He knew it was stupid, but it had been love at first sight, not just lust; though that had definitely been part of it. He was amazed; she was the perfect blend of human and animal. He was no biologist or geneticist, but he knew it should have been impossible for a human and a goat to have offspring, the genetics just wouldn't work. But here she was, in the flesh; very beautiful flesh. He ran his fingers through her fur, the goat lipping at his face as he gently squeezed her human breasts, the firm globes soft, the nipples hard and rubbery. She liked that, and 'baa-aa'd' softly. He examined the 'teats' between her legs curiously while she propped herself up and watched, grunting in pleasure as he kneaded the much smaller 'tits'. Next she rolled over on her stomach so he could have a close look at her sex, and she gave a squeal of pleasure as he gently spread the soft wet lips of her pussy for a closer look. It had the normal features of a human vagina, but was different as well. His inspection of his strange 'lover' had the expected results, and soon he was hard again, as ready as ever.
This time he had her lay on the bed, on her back, and lifting her rump he guided his cock inside her, penetrating her eager quivering sex easily. Holding her rump he fucked her slow and steady, her legs tucked under his arms as she grunted and squealed, her hands gently clawing at his chest. As he thrust into her he'd never felt such pleasure before, and he kept up a slow steady rhythm, grunting in pleasure every time he thrust into her and hilted. Her squeals became louder and shriller when he finally began thrusting faster; unable to hold back any longer, and he gave a gasp and moaned gutturally as he reached in an intense orgasm, his cock pulsing and throbbing, the goat writhing in ecstasy from her own climax. Then as he let her go, and his cock slid out of her sopping pussy, he realized he wasn't through yet; much to his delight. Leaning back he flipped her over, and mounted her from behind again, the goat squealing in pleasure.
As he serviced her he had to really take his time, four times was unusual for him, and in fact it was a first. It was almost painful if he thrust too fast, so he would speed up for awhile, slow down, and then speed up again. He really had to work at, which made it really special. And as he humped her he noticed something on her rump under the fur, and curious he flattened the fur with his fingers as he kept fucking her, and to his surprise realized it was a tattoo of a rose, and a banner with 'Guns & Roses', and under that was the name 'Mary'. It took him almost an hour of nonstop fucking to bring them both to a fourth, and final, orgasm, and when he dismounted his cock instantly went limp and flaccid, he was exhausted. He sat down on the bed next to the goat; who remained lying on her belly, apparently as exhausted as he was. Looking at her, he said,
"You used to be human, didn't you? And was your name Mary?"
The goat's response was instant, and unexpected. It leaped to its hooves, and backed into a corner bleating, shaking its head. He couldn't be sure, but he was pretty sure it was scared.
"What's wrong?" Terry asked, "I'm not going to hurt you!" Getting up he approached the goat, and asked, "How did you get like this; who did it to you?"
The goat looked at him, rolling its eyes, and held a finger to its lips, and worked its mouth like it was trying to talk, but could only bleat. Then it froze as a knock came at the door, and the bolt was pulled back.
"Time's up kid," the man said, "you've been here for hours, must have really taken old Gerty for a ride. Think you got your money's worth? Hah!"
"Yeah, OK, just a second!" He answered. Terry quickly slipped his cloths on, pausing to wipe his wet and sticky crotch with a damp towel first. It didn't help much, he still smelled like goat. As he went to the door the goat gripped his arm, looking at him with a scared expression, its finger to its black rubbery lips. "Baa-Naaa!" It bleated, almost like it was pleading.
"It's OK," Terry said, "I won't do anything to get you in trouble." Then he gave her a kiss on her muzzle, and she kissed him back with a bleat that sounded like relief.
"Well." the man asked as Terry left the room and he re-bolted the door, "How was it, Hell of a good fuck, huh? Those beasts are insatiable, aren't they?"
"I'll be back tomorrow night," Terry said, "save me a slot for her again."
"Oh man, sorry, no can do." The man said, "We're closing up in the morning, heading back to the company winter quarters to take a break and repair equipment. This was the last day."
Damn, Terry thought, almost panicking. "Um, where do you go in the winter?" He asked.
"Florida." The man said as they reached the gate.
Damn again, Terry thought; that was half the continent away! "Look," he said, "Is she for sale? I-I'll buy her from you!"
The man chuckled, and said, "Jeez kid, you're really serious, aren't you? Was she your first time?"
"Hell no!" Terry said, "It was just, well, different."
"Sorry," the man said, "but to answer your question, the beasts are all for sale, but it's an invitation only auction held once very four months, costs a grand just to get in. And a well trained goat satyr will bring something like $60,000-$75,000, easy. Can you afford that?" At the look of dismay on Terry's face, the man added, "Didn't think so, I'm really sorry kid. We'll be back here next year about the same time though, with a new selection of beasts for you to choose from. See you then."
As he started the shut the gate, Terry held it open, and said, "How do you do it?"
"Do what?" The man said.
"Turn people into animals," Terry said, "like you did the goat woman."
The man gave a nervous laugh, and said, "That's crazy talk kid, they're just poor freaks, the results of perverted sex between animals and humans, or maybe radiation or something."
"Bullshit," Terry said, "since when does someone put a 'Guns & Roses' tattoo on a goats butt?"
"Shit, she didn't tell you somehow, did she?" the man said, "I mean, did you give her a pen or something, I know she can't talk!"
"No, I just guessed from the tattoo." Terry said, "But it's true then, you can really do that!?"
"Look kid," the man said, "I like you, just forget about this and go home. Believe me; you don't want to get...involved."
"No, you don't understand!" Terry said, "I want to find out more, meet whoever does it. Maybe work out...something with them."
The man looked around, then suddenly grabbed Terry by the front of his shirt, and pulling his face up next of his own, said, "Look, you ain't a cop, are you? Or do you work for...them?"
"Hell no, I'm no cop, and I don't know who 'them' are," Terry replied, "I'm just, well, interested is all. I'm curious as to what it might be like."
"Be like what?" The man said, confused.
"Being like them, being part...animal." Terry said.
"Oh, oh shit," the man said, "you're fucking serious, aren't you? God damn kid, you have NO idea what you'd be getting into."
"Please, I want to find out more! You don't know what it would mean to me." Terry said, gripping the sleeve of the man's jacket. "If you don't help me I WILL go to the cops!"
"Kid," the man replied, "I should just punch your lights out for your own good; give you a kick in the ass, but somehow I don't think that would do any good. I've run into...people like you before. Here," he said as he pulled a business card out of a pocket, "this is the address of the company's headquarters. If you really want to find out more this is the place, but don't tell anyone you're going there. If you show up alone they might let you in to see the ...boss, or maybe not. And I never heard of you, just tell them an 'associate' sent you. Now get the fuck out of here you little shit, and don't come back!"
Terry just stood there as the man shut the gate, gripping the business card, then he shoved it in his pocket at it was starting to drizzle. He tried to thank the man, but he just walked away with his shoulder hunched, and ignored Terry. Unable to believe his good luck, and his cock hard again as he remembered what it had been like to fuck the goat woman, he drove back home in an almost giddy mood. He knew what he was going to do.
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The man entered a trailer and slammed the door. Talking off his overcoat he hung it on a hook, then sitting down he took off his heavy boots with a grunt of relief as his heavy hooves were exposed. Oh man that feels good, he thought, those damn specially designed boots were an uncomfortable as Hell. Next he pulled his long tail out of his pants, and let it hang out. That felt nice too, as he swished it from side to side. Thinking about the stupid kid, he picked up his phone and made a call. He waited until it was picked up, and then said,
"This is Turk, we got a possible situation. No; not the cops or one of them, just some punk kid. What? How the fuck should I know, he just figured it out. He saw a tattoo on one of the beast's rumps and put two and two together, he's a smart kid, college student I think. Did I grab him? Hell no, that would raise a stink with the locals. He's on his way to farm anyway, practically begged me to meet the boss. The beast? You sure, give her the final dose? Look, Gerty didn't tell him, he just figured it out. What, OK, yeah, I'll do it in a few minutes. Keep her in the petting zoo, OK. Yeah, we're heading out in the morning; we'll have the auction on the way. Yes, no, everything else is just fine. OK, goodbye."
Hanging up the phone he gave a sigh, and then got up to go to the beast trailer to take care of it. Poor Gerty; he thought, wasn't her fault the punk figured it out. But the boss had spoken, so he'd give her the final dose of the potion that would finish her transformation all the way into a goat. A goat with a human mind. No loose ends that way. It still sucked, but better her then him. He'd only been given the first dose, so could still pass for human by wearing special boots and clothing. It was one way of making sure he remained loyal; he sure as Hell did not want to end up on all fours as a mule. Reaching in his pants he adjusted the large bulge in his special heavy duty jockstrap, and felt his penis stir in its sheath. Might as well have some fun too; he thought, poor old Gerty was always so eager and insatiable.
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Terry finished the water, and put the empty bottle in his pack. He must have been hiking a mile, how far WAS it to the farm, anyway? He was sweating in the hot humid air, but no sign of any buildings yet. Finally he crested a slight rise, and nestled in a shallow dip in the terrain were several large and small buildings, one of which looked like an old fashioned mansion or plantation house. No wonder I couldn't see them, he thought. The last several hundred yards of the road were flanked by large trees, and he was grateful for the shade. He came to one of the other larger buildings first; and paused as he saw a sign that said, "Barn #1". He could smell; and hear, animals. He fidgeted a little; indecisively, then decided to take a look in the barn since it was 'on the way'.
Terry looked in stall after stall, shocked and amazed. Each one that was occupied contained a 'beast' of some kind; most seemed to be bovine, equine, or sheep or goats. Some stalls had heavy wire mesh doors, but others were open, the beasts in them wearing collars chained to the wall. Most just stared at him in apparent shock, but a few reached out or stuck their fingers through the mesh, grunting, bleating, and making other bestial sounds. As near as he could tell their expressions ran from resigned/sad to borderline crazy and/or terrified. As he was passing one stall an arm suddenly reached out, grabbed him, and pulled him into the stall!
He looked up, shocked, as a large cow thing stood over him. It was female, with large heavy breasts and an equally large udder swinging between its legs. It looked at him, grunting and lowing, evidently desperately trying to talk; thick tongue slobbering over its rubbery lips. Suddenly it paused, and he grunted in pain as it planted a large hoof on his chest as it bent over. Then it stood up, and smearing dung on the wall, wrote, 'Help me, please!"
Terry stared, then started to say, "What do you...*", When another voice broke in,
"Well, well, what have we here? An unauthorized visitor, so it would it seem. And Elsie, bad girl, you know the rules. This was your last time; you'll be going to the Vets for the final shot. As for you young man, come with me."
Terry gasped as the cow woman took her hoof off his chest, and backed into the corner as another woman threatened her with a prod, electricity arcing between the contacts on the tip, the cow moaning and lowing in apparent horror. He looked at the woman who had spoken as he got to his feet. She was wearing a white coat of the kind he associated with doctors, but despite it he could tell she was drop dead gorgeous as it did little to hide her shapely curves. The woman with the prod was also beautiful, be he got the impression she was a 'stable hand', whereas the woman in white coat was 'admin'. As he finished getting up, she asked,
"Now, who are you; and what are you doing here? You're trespassing you know, we could call the sheriff and have you locked up."
"Does the sheriff know where your, um, 'freaks' really come from?" Terry said.
The woman frowned, and said, "And what to you think you know, Mr. Smartass?"
"I know they used to be people, and you changed them somehow." Terry replied, trying to sound like he wasn't as scared as she was.
The woman frowned again, and said, "I see. Come with me, please. I'm going to introduce you to someone that I'm sure would like to meet you. She can explain...certain things to you I'm not authorized to reveal."
Terry followed the woman in white coat through the barn, the beasts all backing away from the front of their stalls as she passed. They seemed scared of her, and the cow woman was still bellowing in the background, obviously terrified about something. They left the barn, the sun even hotter after the fairly cool barn, and then entered the mansion through a side door. The woman escorted him through the house without saying a word; despite his questions, and though he didn't see anyone else he had the feeling he wouldn't get far if he tried to run. Finally they passed through what looked like a secretary's office, and entered a rather austere; but richly furnished office. As the door shut behind them Terry looked at the incredibly beautiful woman sitting behind the desk, and she looked back, a smile on her face. If he'd thought the woman in the white coat was good looking, she paled in comparison to the woman behind the desk.
"So Betty," the woman said, "is this is our unexpected guest?"
"Yes Ms. Circe," the white coated woman said, "we found him snooping around in Barn #1. Elsie had gotten a hold of him, and was trying to write a message for him."
"Ah, Elsie again?" The woman said, "Well, that's the last straw, stupid cow. Did you...take care of it?"
"Yes Ma'm," the first woman replied, "on her way to the Vets now."
"Good," the woman behind the desk said, "you may leave us now, but wait outside in case I need you. I'll have a little talk with our friend here."
Terry looked around nervously as the first woman left, then Circe smiled, and said, "Have a seat my little friend. Now tell me, what brings you here?"
'Um, thanks," Terry said as he sat down in an incredibly comfortable leather chair, "I, um, know what you do here. To people, I mean."
"And that is?" Circe said with a friendly smile.
"You turn them into beasts, part human and part animal." Terry replied, staring at her almost mesmerized. Gods she was beautiful! He tried to place her ethnicity, but wasn't sure. Mediterranean maybe, with some Italian thrown in?
"Hmm, tell me how you...found this out." Circe said. Then she listened as the young man told her everything. She could tell he was telling the truth. Then when he finally finished, he asked,
"And, um, I would like, I mean..."
"To become a beast?" Circe finished for him.
"Um, yes." Terry finished. "If it's really real."
"Oh, it is." Circe said with an even broader smile.
"H-How do you do it?" Terry asked, "Some sort of medical thing?"
"In a way, " Circe replied, "but it's actually a potion."
"Oh my God," Terry said, "Circe! That name, I've heard it before! Are you really her?? The Goddess?"
"Guilty," Circe said, "but I'm afraid I'm a very minor Goddess, my powers are pretty limited, except for my potions and immortality I don't do much else. But only I can make the potions, they need my own magic to work. I make a modest living selling the, um, results to people with certain...interests. Of course I also breed normal animals as well, but the real money is in the 'special' ones. My special clientele are very well off and can afford to pay the kind of prices my 'beasts' are worth."
"Whoa..." Terry said, realizing he must sound like a dimbulb; but he just couldn't think of anything else to say.
Circe smiled, and pushing an intercom button, said, "Betty, bring us some iced tea, it's warm in the office. And turn the down the AC please. Thank you." She looked back at Terry, and said,
"You know, we don't get many, um, volunteers who as so...eager for what we have to offer. You would have to give up your life for a new one, a very different one, a life more like an animal's then a humans. You'll be owned by someone; but not like a slave, more like livestock. Do you understand that? There would be no going back once you enter that new life."
"Yeah, uh, yes ma'am, I understand." Terry said, "It's just, that well, I really want to be something...different, better. I think I'd like being a...beast." He didn't add that most of the appeal was the fantastic sex, being an insatiable Ram or Billy goat with an unending supply of females was a dream come true. It would be awesome.
"Well, then I can help fulfill your...needs." Circe said, smiling brilliantly. "Of course once we found you in the barn like that it was pretty much a foregone conclusion. We have to have very tight security, as I'm sure you can understand. We cannot afford to draw any attention to our operation. Most people wouldn't be as...understanding as you are." She looked up as a woman brought in a tray with a large pitcher of tea and some snacks, and said, "Ah, Betty, good, here are the refreshments. I don't know about you, but I'm thirsty."
"Thank you." Terry said as he accepted a tall frosted glass of iced tea, and took a small cookie of some kind. He was very thirsty, the long walk up the drive in the heat had left him tired and hot. The office was nice and cool, and the iced tea tasted wonderful as it slid down his throat. He drank most of the tea in one long swallow, and smiling, Circe poured him some more.
"So," Terry said, "Um, how do we do this?" He still couldn't quite believe it was all real, and was anxious to start his new life. He still wasn't sure which type of beast he wanted to become, Ram or Billy goat, or maybe something equine! He'd have a huge cock if he was a horse, or maybe even a bull; he thought, remembering how well hung Marty the Minotaur had been. He hardly heard what she said when Circe spoke.
"Oh, it already has." Circe said, still smiling.
"Huh, what?" Terry said, than to his horror gave a loud burp as his stomach suddenly roiled. "Sorry, scuse me!" Gross, I did NOT just belch in front of a Goddess!
"The transformation," Circe replied, "you just drank the potion. It can be given as a direct injection, or orally. Since it's basically tasteless and odorless the tea was perfect.
Terry gasped as a pleasant warmth grew in his stomach, then began to spread into the rest of his body, his arms and legs starting to tingle a little, and he felt his already semi erect penis suddenly swell and harden. He felt a moment of real panic, but as the warmth increased it faded as he realized it was real! His dream was coming true! He'd get to spend the rest of his life doing no real work, having no financial worries; just a simple enjoyable life having fantastic sex! It would be perfect!
"Yes, oh yes!" Terry moaned as he felt his legs start to spasm and convulse a little as his muscles began changing shape. "I-I can feel it working! I-Ifeel so weird."
Circe got up, and walking around the large desk she stopped next to Terry's chair, and said, "Here, let me help you take those clothes off, you won't be needing them anymore, beasts don't wear clothes."
Terry did his best to cooperate as Circe stripped him; wanting to enjoy the experience of having his clothes taken off by a beautiful women when his cock was rock hard and rampant; but he could only just barely manage to lift his arms so she could pull off his shirt. He slumped back in the chair as she slid his pants and shorts off, leaving him nude. The warmth and tingling had increased to the point it was almost uncomfortable; and he was sweating and felt hot, but it felt good as well, and he'd never been so horny before!!
"Hmm," he heard Circe say, "We'd better take care of that nice erection of yours, don't you think? Be a shame to let it go to waste."
Groggily, his senses reeling from the changes his body was undergoing, Terry looked up to find Circe had also stripped and was standing in front of him stark naked. She was as beautiful as he'd fantasized ever since he'd met her, her breasts full and firm, the pink lips of her sex visible under a dusting of fine downy pubic hair. He could only stare, cock throbbing. His skin was starting to itch in places, but he was too 'drunk' feeling to even scratch. He tried to say something, but only mumbled.
"Umf, umm, urrgg, slo-so, f-feel so...so, umfff...urrgle..."
"Sorry about that," Circe said, "the potion makes sure the person being changed can't really try and get away or resist, or yell for help. I'm sure you can understand the reason for that. Now, let me..."
Terry didn't really pay much attention to what Circe said; his eyes fixed on her pussy and tits, but he nodded dazedly, and said "Uh, umhuh." Then he groaned in ecstasy as she climbed up on the chair, straddled him, and lowered herself onto his aching cock, staring in wonder as the lips of her sex slowly swallowed him. As she hilted him, Circe said,
"There, that feels good, doesn't it? Now, shall we get started? I always like to welcome new beasts personally, it's the least I can do, and is SO much fun!" She didn't wait for an answer, just began riding him with a slow steady rhythm of rocking back and forth, and every time she rocked back she ground down on him, hilting him so he could feel the soft lips of her sex flare around the base of his cock. He'd never felt anything so fantastic.
"Uhhhh, ohhhh, umfff, 'grunt', er-umf, ohhh G-God...!" Terry sobbed, grunting and groaning as she rode him.
Terry could feel his body convulsing and spasming as the transformation continued, and while not really painful it didn't particularly feel good either; it was more of a sickening pleasure, but the unbelievable sex helped to make it more bearable. He looked up at Circe; who was still smiling, as she rocked back and forth, breast jiggling enticingly. He wanted to reach up and fondle and squeeze them, run his fingers over her nipples, but his arms refused to obey him, his efforts just making them tremble and flop around. He tried to talk, but his jaws hurt, and he couldn't seem to keep his tongue in his mouth as he drooled helplessly.
"Ur, urrr, so booful," Terry slobbered as his jaws begin pushing out, "Ughhh, so, sooo bootiful."
"Aww, how sweet, thank you!" Circe said; sweat beading on her forehead as her own pleasure grew as she fed off the sexual energy, "For that you get a kiss."
Terry groaned as Circe leaned forward and gave him a big kiss on the end of his still growing...muzzle?? He could see his nose now, his eyes changing location as his head softened and reformed, and he groaned from the discomfort. As she kissed him her breasts rubbed against his chest and his own nipples, and he was shocked at how sensitive they felt. Hell, his whole body felt incredibly sensitive! He desperately wanted to scratch his skin as it rippled and flowed, tightening as it shrank in some place, stretching in others, to conform to the new shape his body was taking. He gasped in pain as his toes suddenly clenched, then began to reform as they grew together and hardened. Hooves; he thought, I'm growing hooves! It's working, it's really working!! Then he groaned in pleasure as Circe sped up her rhythm; his eyes fixed on her breasts as they bounced, as, breathing heavily, she brought them both to massively violent and unbelievably pleasurable orgasms; the Goddess giving a deep moan of ecstasy, and as his cock exploded inside her, pumping and throbbing, he gave a loud squeal of pure sexual euphoria as his orgasm went on and on as she kept riding him, drawing it out as long as possible.
Circe gave final groan of pleasure as she finally dismounted from him, and Terry gasped as his aching cock slid from the tight embrace of her sex. He slumped back in the chair with his eyes closed, breathing fast as he came down from his incredible sexual high. It had NEVER been like that before! As he panted he realized his tongue seemed much longer and thicker, and he could feel it lolling over much larger teeth, and with a snort he pulled in inside his mouth. He kept his eyes closed, a little scared to open them right away, knowing he was...different now. He felt his penis going flaccid, and then felt the strangest sensation as he felt his balls suddenly pull up inside his body! What the fuck, he thought? Opening his eyes he sat up and stared down at his crotch.
"What the FUCK?" Terry said; this time out loud. His scrotum pouch was empty! Reaching down he felt it in shock, the soft skin tingling as it suddenly began to shrivel and shrink as it drew up inside of him, and his cock was...shrinking! The thick fat shaft was shriveling and pulling in as it shrank! "N-Noooo!" He moaned as it shrank until only the glans remained, and then the urethra slit disappeared as it became a large nobby...clitoris, and his soft ballsac skin became the dark pink lips of a pussy!! And he could feel his balls inside of him, the feeling pleasantly sickening as they became ovaries!! Oh my God, I'm a...chick now, he realized in horror. Then he gave another gasp as his breasts began to swell, his nipples rising and hardening as they and his aureoles grew larger and became incredibly sensitive. He gave a groan of pleasure as his mound swelled, the lips of his new sex pushing out for almost an inch, glistening wetly. A very large sex.
"Well," Circe said, "you've certainly turned put nicely. It's always so enjoyable getting rid of all that male cum, don't you think? Otherwise the change would take so much longer, and wouldn't be as...enjoyable. You see, regardless of whether you're becoming female or male, the human semen has to be drained first to make way for the beasts cum, or so your cock can become ovaries and a pussy easier. That can't happen until your balls have been drained."
But Terry wasn't paying much attention as he became aware of further horrors. He wondered why his body didn't have much fur on it all; in fact other than a thicker dusting of hair it was still pretty much bare. Where was his fur?? And as 'she' ran her hands over her chest, hefting the large firm tits, 'she' was shocked to find three more pairs of large rubbery nipples under those!! With a whimper she felt behind herself and found the tail she could feel herself sitting on, a rather short, curly tail. With another louder whimper she reached up and felt her face, or rather, her large flat ended SNOUT!
"OH, SQWEEEE, MY GOD!! I'M A PIG!! YOU TURNED ME INTO A FUCKING PIIIIGGGG! A GIRL PIG!?! SNOK, SNOK, SQWEEEEE!"
"Oh yes," Circe said, "You make a lovely Sow."
"B-But why?? SQWEEEE!" Terry sobbed, "Snok-snok, I-I wanted to be a Ram, or a Billy goat! Not a..a PIG, a GIRL PIG!?! Snok, snort! I don't want to have sex like THIS!! SNORT!!"
"Well," Circe replied, still smiling, "Call it supply and demand, we need more females then males, and have a 'special' order for a Sow. Owner of a big pig farm wants a private, er, playmate. He's a real perv; likes to fuck his Sows, but he's hung like a donkey so you should enjoy yourself."
"NOOOOO!" Terry squealed, "Change me back, make me human again, snork, or a Ram, I don't want to be like this!! Sqwee-snok-snok, even a goat girl would be better than this!! PLEASE! Sqweeeee!"
"Sorry, it's a done deal, and irreversible." Circe said; her smile frostier now. "You caused us quite a bit of worry, you know. Turk called and let us know about your little fling with Gerty; you remember her, don't you? Well, because of that we had to give her a final dose of potion and transform her all the way into a goat. Its standard operating procedure, we couldn't take a chance. So you cost me a lot of money, a goat; even one with a human mind, isn't worth near as much as a Satyr you know. That's what we call our partially transformed livestock, Satyr's. We keep them from changing all the way with regular special potion doses that freeze the transformation as long as they take it, but if they stop, oh well. Helps insure their loyalty; they know if they run away they'll end up on all fours. Or another dose of the potion finishes the transformation faster. You've been given what we call a Stage two dose. You're half pig now, a Sow Satyr. Fairly rare, we don't get much call for them."
"I-I didn't know." Terry said, staring at Circe in horror. "Y-you changed her ALL the way? T-That's horrible." It was one thing to be part human/part animal, but all the way? "B-But why a PIG? I-I mean, this is-is...!" She groaned as she ran her hands over her porcine snout, feeling the short tusks jutting up from her jaws.
"Call it a bit of a punitive measure," Circe said, "you caused us lots of trouble, and we just happened to have a request for a less...desirable beast form, so it all worked out nicely in the end. Now you'll be taken to the Holding Barn and trained."
"T-Trained?" Terry stammered, still looking down in horror at his new porcine body.
"Well, of course." Circe said, "Our beasts are all well trained in sexual techniques with numerous different kinds of partners, both of the opposite, and same, sexes; as well as with humans and animals. Our beasts are first-rate sex slaves, it's their main function, though the males can also serve as breeding studs. And they need the sex; the potion makes them insatiable, as you'll soon be finding out. No matter how much sex you have it's never really enough."
In horrified despair Terry realized she was right. With a moan 'she' reached down and rubbed her new sex, the soft lips incredibly sensitive, and when she brushed against her clitoris her whole body gave a quiver of pleasure. She was so horny!! But it was... different then she'd been as a 'male'. More urgent, the need more...irresistible. Unable to stop herself, she spread her legs some more and kept rubbing the sensitive wet opening between her legs, then as she slipped some fingers inside she gave a snort of pleasure. She couldn't believe she was doing this right in front of somebody! But it felt soooo good!
"Good," Circe said, "you understand your needs. Don't stop, I understand."
Despite being horribly embarrassed Terry kept pleasuring herself, three fingers slipping in and out of her horribly needy pussy, one finger rubbing her swollen tingling clitoris, the pleasure growing steadily as she grunted in pleasure.
Circe; as she was putting her clothes back on, said, "The rules for your new life are very simple. Do ANYthing a handler or trainer tells you to do, do not talk unless given permission, do NOT try to escape and/or communicate with anybody other than a handler or trainer. The first time you'll get another dose of potion taking you to Stage 3, the second time you get the last dose taking you the Stage 4, the final four legged stage.
Grunting helplessly Terry gave a loud squeal of ecstasy as his pussy suddenly quivered as his pleasure peaked, and a spurt of fluids sprayed past his busy fingers. Oh my God, he realized, I've just have my first female orgasm, and it was...incredible! As the pleasure slowly faded a little he kept rapidly finger fucking himself, oh God, oh God, I-I need more!!
"Enough of that for now," Circe said, "you can masturbate all you want in your stall; if you still need to after the males are through with you." She pushed the button on her intercom, and said, "Betty, send in someone to collect the new beast, and have her taken to the Training facility for a check-up, and her first training partner will be a natural boar since we don't have any boar satyr's.
Terry, despite desperately pleasuring herself, heard what Circe said. Sex with a boar?! A REAL one?? Her sex gave a quiver of anticipation that horrified her; there was no WAY she could let that happen!!! It was one thing to be a male beast, but she did NOT want to be fucked by a goddamn PIG! With extreme effort she managed to get her lust under control, and as the door opened and two women came in Terry gave a shrill squeal as she lurched to her hooves, and knocking one of them down she managed to push past the other startled woman and run through the door. As she ran down the hallway outside the office her split hooves made a loud clattering on the wooden floor.
"By Zeus!" Circe yelled, "Get her! Don't let her get away!" The two women immediately gave chase, and Circe got on the phone to warn the other farm personnel to be on the lookout for the runaway.
Terry ran through the huge mansion, his large jiggling breasts disconcerting and annoying, he was not used to having so much weight on his chest!! He had to get the Hell out of here! No way was he going to stay like this! There had to be a cure! This was NOT what he'd wanted!!! She finally reached the entrance hall that she remembered, and bashing through the doors began running down the long drive, amazed at how fast she could run on hooves. If she could contact the authorities they'd MAKE Circe change her back into a male human, and the others as well. His dream was dead, this was a horrible atrocity!
Terry kept running as she heard the sound of a motor behind him, there was nowhere to go as barbed wire fences flanked the stretch of road she was running down now, but she could see the gate up ahead! Once out the gate there would be plenty of places to hide until she could contact somebody. Just as she reached the gate there was a screech of tires behind her, and suddenly a heavy net was thrown over her, and squealing shrilly she was knocked to the ground. Despite struggling as hard as she could she was soon trussed up and thrown; none to gently, into the back of the pickup.
Circe looked at the pig woman in the back of the small pickup; she was well wrapped in a heavy net, squealing loudly. She gave the pig a gentle slap on its rump, and said,
"What did I tell you about trying to escape? Hold her down."
Terry squealed and begged, struggling desperately, as Circe gave her an injection in her rump. As the needle slid in she tried to buck and screamed, but the other two women helped keep her still as Circe finished the injection. Then she felt the familiar warmth spreading through her body again, and pleaded,
"NO, NO, P-PLEASE DON'T!! I'll be good, I promise!! I-I, snort, was just s-sqweee, s-scared...sqweee!! Snort! Snok-nok!! NOOOO!"
"Well,' Circe said, 'that takes care of that. This will take her to Stage 3. Now take her to the barn and start her training, after a few hours in the punishment stall."
"S-Snork!! N-NOOO, Pleas-qweee-es!!" Terry cried as she was put on a gurney and wheeled away. "Snork-snort!! Make it sqweee-sstopp!! NOOOO!! SQWWEEEEE!"
As she was wheeled along Terry felt her other six breasts beginning to swell, his top pair growing even larger, nipples hardening; the feeling terrifyingly arousing, the warm wet need between his legs increasing tenfold. Then she felt the strangest feeling as her pussy slid around between her legs to the base of her tail, and she realized in horror she was now more animal then human, her sex that of a female pig now. She grunted as she felt her neck thicken as her snout grew even more pronounced, her waist thickening a little as she lost some of her human curves, tail twitching as it grew longer. By the time the wheeled her into a large building her sounds were strictly those of an animal, her vocal cords no longer human.
"Snort, snort, SQWEEE!" Terry squalled as she was taken off the gurney and strapped onto a kind of wooden sawhorse with a thick padded leather cushion on top. She struggled as her wrists and ankles were secured with heavy leather cuffs, but it was useless. Soon she was immobilized in a position bent over the sawhorse, in a four legged position, her hind legs bending in a strange way. Then she was left alone for a few minutes.
Terry turned her head looking at the walls of the white tiled almost sterile looking room she'd found herself restrained in. She wriggled and pulled against the heavy straps securing her, but it was a waste of time. Suddenly the door to the room opened again and a powerful musk filled her flaring nostrils, and she heard the sound of hooves tapping on the linoleum floor, and turning her head stared in horror as one of the woman entered with a large boar following her on a leash. But as soon as the boar caught Terry's scent it pushed past the woman with an eager snort. With a smile the woman unhooked the leash on the boar's collar, and said, "You two have plenty of fun." She just ignored Terry's pleading squeals of horror.
"S-SQWEEE! SNORT, SNORT!!" NOOOO, Terry pleaded in his mind, don't let him!! She writhed and struggled desperately as she felt the boar snuffling at her wet swollen sex, which grew even wetter in eager anticipation to her utter horror. As the boar gave a deep grunt and began to climb her back she wailed, NO, NO, NOOOO, please don't let him FUCK me!! Then she squealed as the boar's huge; strangely shaped penis, found her pussy and slid inside her, and again even louder as the squealing boar lunged forward until he hilted, then began brutally fucking her with a fast powerful rhythm as his thighs slammed into her rump with loud fleshy smacks. NOOOOOOOO!! OH GOD, THIS ISN'T WHAT I WANTED!! "SQWEEEE, SNORK-SNORT, SQWEEE!!" Please, please make him stooopp!
Circe watched as the boar serviced the squealing pig woman, a small puddle of sexual fluids dripping on the floor between their joined sexes. The boar suddenly lunged powerfully, shuddering, as it climaxed, the sow giving an equally loud squeal of pleasure as she violently climaxed. The boar waited for a short while, then began humping the sow again. The sow raised its head, and seeing Circe gave a loud squeal, eyes glazed with sexual ecstasy silently pleading. With a smile Circe squatted down and scratched one of the sow's ears, and said,
"He's really something, isn't he? He's just getting started, you know. I gave him a fertility potion; he'll be insatiable for hours. But this is just the start, you'll spend a whole year being trained. Then normally after that you'd spend some time with one of my traveling circuses, then be sold at auction. But since you're a 'special order' your new owner will be called to come and pick you up once you're ready."
The sow looked at Circe, tears running down its bristly snout, and then gave a loud squeal, clenching its eyes shut as it orgasmed again, the boar grunting in pleasure as he ejaculated again filling her with his thick cum.
"It just gets better," Circe said, "you'll soon learn to love, to need, the attentions of the males. My advice to you is, accept it, embrace it, do your best to give yourself and your partners as much pleasure as possible. That way the pleasure will be incredible, for both of you. And remember, one more incident like the last one and I'll have no choice but to give you the final dose of potion, and then you'll be sold to a hog farm and spend the rest of your life pregnant with piglets. Think about that. Now I'll leave you to your... labors."
Terry; trembling in pleasure as yet another orgasm rapidly approached, squealed and snorted as Circe left. NO, please, don't leave me like this, make him stop!! This was horrible; this was NOT what he'd wanted!! But, oh God, the pleasure!! The almost unbearable ecstasy the boar was giving her as he rested his head on her back, grunting and squealing as he serviced her again and again Then she bellowed as hot cum blasted deep into her womb again, the pleasure almost unbearable. How could anything so horrible feel so good?? This WASN'T FAIR! She was supposed to be the one doing the fucking!!
Circe stopped in the hallway outside the training room and spoke to one of her trainers, "Have her serviced by the boars for a week, then start regular training. And keep an eye on her, she might cause more trouble."
"Yes Ma'am." The trainer said, and then they both smiled as the sounds of porcine pleasure coming from the room peaked again.
The End
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