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Dusty halls and ancient tapestries, the scent of filtered air and cool breezes spilled around Gerald as he walked through the museum just after close and let his eyes half close in pleasure at finally reaching this point in his education. He had fought for so many years with his college to get into the right classes, to get the best grades so that he could be at the top of his class. He adored anthropology and archeology, both subjects that had peaked his interest when he had first gotten out of high school. He had easily gotten into the program easily enough, and even gotten a scholarship, but it was a brutal field filled with people. It had grown in popularity by the day thanks to a notable show that had reached a popular peak just as he had gotten out of high school. Still, he had done it.

It was a prize spot that was fought over with everyone in the program to be allowed nearly unlimited access to the Field's Museum, and not simply the regular exhibits, but behind the scenes as well. It was the first step into an internship, which he expected he would be able to have for next year, for this year it meant that his paper could be researched with all the advantages that the museum could offer him. He could do it at his leisure as well, without battling crowds to stare at artifacts, he could also handle them, albeit with supervision and care. There were only three other people that had the same access that he had, and he rarely bumped into them after the museum had closed and the crowds had gone home.

He padded along the long hallway that led down from the upper floor, listening to the sound of someone buffing the entry way and the familiar noise as people began to clean and settle the place. A smile teased the edges of his lips as he looked over the exhibits that peered at him, masks and animals, skulls and ancient barges, things from all over the world that had withstood the test of time to bring back echoes of long dead civilizations. There was nothing here that did not hold some fascination, some interest for him, worlds that had gone on for longer than America had been founded and brief snippets of empires that had risen and fallen. This was true living history, not the long dead past, but marks of time that still echoed today.

He walked past the roman exhibit, stilling the urge to turn into it now that it was quiet so he could examine some of the armor they had gotten in from overseas. If he went into that room he wouldn't leave until the wee hours of the night, he'd be taken up in examining the popular culture by bits and pieces. He had already done that four times and each time he hadn't done any work on his paper. If he had his way he'd transfer his interest to the Roman Empire, but his teacher positively twitched at the mention of people trying to put a paper like that together. It was too popular, no, he had another interest here in the midst heart of the museum and it had yet to go on display.

"Another late night, Mr. McAllister?" He was stopped by one of the young women that worked in the natural history department. She smiled brightly at him and held the door open towards the stairs that led down into the main research lab.

"Yes, anyone down there tonight? I was hoping that I'd have the place to myself." Gerald racked his brain for the girl's name, but all he could recall was that the first time he had seen her she had been stripping down the flesh on a fox in the most alarming manner.

"No, I'm just heading out myself. You should have it all to yourself as long as no one else has the same idea." She gave him a wink as he slipped past the door and started down the stairs. "Security is going to be sealing up the doors soon, don't forget to check in so they know you're here."

"As if they could miss me." He replied and waved her off as he started down into the bowls of the research labs and storage rooms.

Security ran through her constantly, they were always checking every room every hour on the hour to make sure that there were no guests hiding or anyone that was trying to make off with a valuable artifact. Some nights he felt as if he would never get any real work done as they repeatedly popped in and lingered to have a word with him. The only thing that saved him for at least part of tonight was the fact he was going to be in one of the refrigerated sections that no one wanted to hang about in. It was too cold, but it worked to preserve the artifacts properly. He didn't mind the cold, at least not that much when he was already working hard in the midst of his paper and making notations.

The Olana Empire was one of the foot notes in history that no one knew much about except that they had existed briefly in Greece before they had founded Athens and they had fallen after only a hundred years. They left little impression save that they had helped the Greeks form their civilization and part of their religion, there were no written records that could be consulted or proven. He might as well try and find solid facts and history behind Atlantis, it just didn't exist. Most of what scholars knew was based on old stories and mythology. Recently they had found a trove of artifacts from the empire that had finally given them some solid evidence of what they were looking at, and that was the subject of his paper.

He stepped into the cool room and arrowed towards his favorite part of the room where each artifact was carefully displayed so that it could be studied and notations made about it. The first ever society that had formed animals to be such a key part of their religion and formed deities and rulers both, their art reflected their beliefs perfectly, with bold strange creatures that had never walked the earth. His favorite piece was a feline that was carved of solid obsidian and etched with gold so that there was an Egyptian flavor to it that he found appealing. He had his own theory that the Olana Empire had stretched all the way to Egypt and been the founding civilization that they had built their own empire from. The panther that was stretched out on the pedestal seemed to indicate that he was finding solid ground.

"Hello my lovely.." He grinned at the statue fondly and pulled his stool over so that he could begin his sketches. Every time he came in he fancied that the statue was watching him with beaten gold eyes that looked benevolently over the room.

It lacked the smoothness of Egyptian statues that he was familiar with, too blocky in many ways and there was a distinctive Greek influence to the way the body was formed. He sketched it carefully, taking in the details one by one instead of making the entire body. One part of the page for the paws, noting where there were rough marks as if someone had pried gold from them. It was work that he had always enjoyed, piecing together the puzzle of something that had been proud and strong far before the birth of Christ. Time passed swiftly as he kept his attention on what he was doing, even going so far as moving behind the statue and got down on his belly so that he could look beneath the carving, trying to find markings that might have worn away.

The entire Empire had been founded by animals, supposedly, they had risen up against the humans just as they were trying to tame the wild world. They had bred with the women ruthlessly, siring generation after generation of half human creatures in echo of their dieties. They had ruled over the humans and put them into nearly a slave race until the human gods had taken notice. The stories all spoke about a great cataclysm that had cast the half-animals away, flinging them into the netherworld for eternal torment and freeing the humans that had suffered under them. It was becoming even more popular with local animal-rights people to quote the old stories. Olana was actually an animal rights group on par with PETA anymore.

Granted, not all the stories had to do with the noble and intelligent half-animal gods and nobles, there were also stories of humans trying to replicate the breeding with female animals. Men would try to breed them and the stories talked about it working, but they didn't have intelligent offspring, but half-animals that were bestial and unreasoning. That was the source of the stories of werewolves and demons, devils and strange creatures that had been a source of shame and fascination. Some scholars believed that this was the source of stories of werewolves and other demons, other scholars believed that the story was meant as a societal warning against bestiality. He didn't know, he only knew that he was absolutely fascinated by the ideas that these weren't gods sent from above, but bred deliberately.

" 'Lo!!! You in here?" A voice vibrated down the hallway jolted him out of his thoughts as he was in the process of trying to get a rubbing on the underside of the statue.

He jerked upwards, and too late realized his position as his shoulder cracked solidly against the edge of the statue. He scrabbled to catch the edges, his fingers gripping around it as it began to topple down, all three hundred pounds of it. Gerald let out a pained cry as he took the entire weight for one glorious moment, a moment where he thought he could just steady and pull it up with no problem, but it was too top heavy. It continued to slow descent as he strained to hold it, tightening his fingers before there was a sudden lurch forward and the entire pedestal was thrown away from him.

It was like slow motion, horrible slow motion, the statue dropped down to the ground, the regal muzzle going face first down. The moment the head hit the ground it shattered, cracking off and the brittle obsidian cracked all over the floor with a resounding crash that made him stumble backwards. The color drained face from his face as he stared at thousands of years of history sprawling across the floor and a dark wave of smoke rose up in the air from the shattered remains.

WHO DESECRATES MY TEMPLE?!?!

Thundering words roared through his mind, his ears, crashing into his soul as he dropped down on his knees to try and see just how badly the hind half of the statue was. The words made him clutch either side of his head, squeezing his ears to try and stop the sound of the voice from tearing into his mind. And then it was too late, the smoke that had puffed up from the destroyed statue lunged for him, gathering and growing, darkening around the edges with splashes of violet light as it twisted towards him. An animalistic roar vibrated through every part of his body, his soul, his mind as the darkness took him.

You! DEFILER! BARBARIAN!!!! The voice screamed as it took him.

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"Get him on his feet! I will skin you if you keep hesitating!" A roar was what brought Gerald from his dazed state, the roar and firelight that was jabbed towards him in the darkness.

Hands wrapped round his upper arms and gave a savage jerk that threw him forward from his feet, making him sway in place while he let out a strangled noise of protest. He didn't know what was going on, he only knew with absolute certainty that he was in deep trouble as he swayed between the hands keeping him up. Without them he would have hit the ground given the light headedness that he couldn't shake. He opened his eyes and found the firelight even closer. Fire? No, it was a flashlight, it must be the security guard. There had to have been something in the statue when it crashed, some sort of unknown particulate that had triggered the security system to shut down this area of the museum.

Oh god the statue... He groaned and finally got his legs in place as the grip was transferred from his arms down to his elbows, giving him a firm shove forward. I'm going to be booted from the program, from the school.. if I'm lucky! I could be given even worse! Have charges pressed, have everything I'd ever hoped for destroyed.

"I'm sorry... so sorry.." He managed to gasp out as two bodies shoved up to either side and something suddenly hit him hard in the stomach. It felt like the butt of a baton that made him surge forward with a wheeze.

"What did it say?" The voice that had woken him snarled out. "Get your head up, human! You have crimes to answer too!"

Gerald blinked a few times, his eyes focusing not at the bright light, but past it at a face that was nearly eye to eye with his own. A large dark face with a blunt broad muzzle with a padded nose that was pierced with a silver ring and dark eyes glared at him aggressively. He stood nearly nose to nose with a bull that was looming above him, the face nearly within the flames of a torch that was so close to him he could feel the heat. Flames, not a flashlight, an honest to god torch that was the only light as he jerked backwards with a cry of fear. The hands on his sides tightened and held him still, throwing him to his knees as a matched set of horses glared down at him with their ears pinned flat back. Their armor caught the light, but it was their faces that he stared at in horror as his mind started to finally clear away the last of his fear and dizziness. This wasn't right, he had to be still out cold.

"I'm dreaming.." He mumbled, but the bull only snorted hotly and reached down to grab his sweater to yank him back upwards. He nearly fell against the bull, but he caught himself just in time.

"What?! Speak properly!" The bull's voice thundered, but not in English. Latin, some form of latin, he understand what was being said but it was a bit odd, more primitive.

"What is going on?" He tried the words carefully, speaking slowly as he puzzled out the Latin for what he was saying.

"Good, you can speak properly. You are not a lunatic." The bull stood up and gestured to the horses at either side. "You will stand trial for your defilement of Auliar's temple."

"I did not defile a temple!" Gerald got the words out before the pair of horses hauled him forward, rubble spilling around his feet so that he saw a flash of a cracked obsidian muzzle sliding to one side.

It wasn't cast across a white tile floor, but a rough stone one that made him blink rapidly in fear. The firelight of the torch showed him a narrow hall and room that he had woken up in, but none of it was familiar in the least bit. The stone was rough sandstone that had been smoothed, but still had hard edges along the walls. There were small decorations painted on the walls, they looked vaguely Greek, but not quite, nor were they Egyptian, though they almost looked it, or Roman. Was this some sort of elaborate pay back for destroying the statue, dragged to some part of the museum where they were setting up an exhibit and they were wearing masks.

The horses marched him silently through the halls that became cleaner and better sanded as they went deeper. With each step his conviction that this was all some sort of elaborate prank began to falter. The art on the walls became bolder and more finished, torches were set up high on the wall to reveal long slit windows high up towards the roof where he could see glimpses of the brilliant night sky hovering just out of reach. The horses that guided him moved too well, too smoothly. Their hide rippled over muscled flesh that was partially covered with leather and armor. Their ears moved and lips, their eyes followed him without any issue so that his stomach rolled with nausea as he was led to brighter parts of the building.

The scent of incense filled the air, it made him crinkle his nose back in disgust before his captors threw him to the floor. He had only a glimpse of a dark shape resting on something dark red as he scrambled onto all fours and looked around desperately. He tried to find a way out, a way to explain away what was going on, but all he found was the bull's legs and a large hand that shoved him down to the ground roughly making him nearly lay flat on the ground. His heart was pounding in his throat when he heard a soft growl spill from somewhere in the direction of the dark shape he had glimpsed.

"So this is the one that would destroy my image and loot my temple?" A feminine voice rose up, anger rippling in her tone.

"The last tie we claimed is destroy, Sun's Ray, it has been shattered at this clumsy human's hands." The bull dropped to one knee that shoved right in the middle of Gerald's back, pinning him in place. "Will you have his blood as your price?"

"No. He is not deserving to serve me so intimately." Gerald lifted up his head to see the form move and sit up. The firelight caught charcoal black hide as the female stood up and his eyes widened.

She was like the statue, dark black with a hint of spots that rippled along her side as she padded forward with careless nudity. Her green eyes were fixed on him, her entire head was shaped like a house cat, but not exactly right. Her ears were too large for her, rounded at the tips and tufted while her muzzle was longer than a house cat's should have been. A gold chain wrapped around her neck and a matching belt hugged the spread of her hips as she paced forward on small dainty paws, her long tail lashing behind her to betray her mood. She was lovely, striking, beautiful, and a flexing of her fingers revealed claws that took the beauty away and replaced it with a spike of terror. Pure white daggers flashed in the light as she approached and reached down to touch his chin with one tapered tip.

"I did not destroy your temple." He spoke in awkward Latin, his breathing coming out caster as the claw curled in sharply enough that a single bead of red blood welled out to mark it. "Please! I did not mean to destroy the statue of the cat."

"My statue." The cat purred, or growled, he couldn't even tell which. "The last in the world were cast out of, and my last hope of returning to my rightful rule."

"I am sorry!" He tried desperately, but it didn't satisfy her, she raked her claw out so he yelped out and felt dribbles of blood forming under his chin.

"Auliar, he should be punished." The bull rumbled, his voice intimate as she stood before him. "He should be killed."

"No, he should be given Choice." The feline, Auliar?, lashed her tail tip back and forth wildly. "Do you want judgment or death, human?"

"Judgment!" He nearly screamed the word without thought, his fingers balling up into fists as she spoke of death.

"Then he will be Judged." The cat purred, definitely purred, before crouching and his cheeks flushed hot red as he watched the flash of her pink slit come into view. "You will be given three tasks, three services, three shapes that the gods will choose. Succeed and you will be free of your sins and transgressions, the gods themselves will bless you for your sacrifices. Fail, and you will be sacrificed to them and your blood will repay what you have done."

"I do not understand." She spoke too fast, there were too many words that he couldn't puzzle out as she went on. All he wanted was to be freed!

"Then death?" The cat tilted her head in such a way that she looked utterly unconcerned with his choice, it didn't affect her, she didn't care.

"No, I will do whatever I must." He shook his head. "I'll be Judged."

What the hell does she even mean by being judged?! He licked his lips slightly, only to feel the bull shift his weight from his back.

"It has been many years since one has been judged." He rumbled. "Sun's Ray, will you have me accompany him?"

"No, let the people revel in their gift. If you become his impromptu guide, you will only make them hesitate. The gods have not blessed them in far too long." The cat grinned, her sharp white teeth gleamed beneath her muzzle. "Let the challenges begin! And may the gods have mercy upon you, human, for I will not."

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"Stop! I mean... I don't... OW!" The last word was a yelp as Gerald nearly had his fingers caught in the door and he was left glaring at the carvings in the early morning sunlight.

His chest rose and fell with impotent rage, unable to even do anything to get the door open at this point and he wasn't even sure he wanted too. He was free, cast away from the menacing bull and horses that comprised the guard, but that freedom was little more than another reason for his despair. There was no hope that he would be able to find his way home from here, he wasn't even allowed to have his own clothing. The bull had stripped them from him without even bothering to replace them with anything more than an old rag that barely reached around his waist. The cat had wrapped a solid gold collar around his neck, a heavy bell hung from it and rang with each movement as he glared up at the towering temple that he had been removed from. Wishing with all his heart he would wake up from this nightmare. Gerald turned away from the door and looked out at the road, the cool breeze and began to walk along the path.

"The first task will take you past the village, keep following the road away from the rising sun. The first person that speaks with you will be your first trial." She had told him as the collar had nearly throttled him with being wrapped around his neck. "Complete the task successfully and willingly and you will return to your natural form. Do not, and you will end your days in the form that is chosen."

"But.. what do you mean? I don't even know what you want from me! Change my form?!" He had tried to argue, uselessly.

He had been given the bare bones of the information he had needed and how he had to get past the trial. His shape would be changed three times, each time he would be given a task that he had to complete in each shape. He would not be outright told what it was, it was up to him to find out and complete it. He wouldn't be given any confirmation that he was right or wrong until after the task. If he had done his task thoroughly and without hesitation he would be returned to human shape and allowed to return to the temple safely for the next task. Each one would be harder than the last, each one would challenge him and his perceptions to try and prove his worthiness to be given his freedom. If he tried to run and escape his fate, he would be changed into something worse than everything combined.

It's like something from a freaking fairy tale. He growled to himself and hunched his shoulders, his hands moved to keep the ragged bit of clothe wrapped tightly about his hips. Or some dream that is way too vivid.

"Why, I'm sorry Professor, I couldn't finish my report, I was too busy indulging in a stupid errand while I was dreaming. You know how dreams are." He growled to himself and winced slightly as each drop of his feet found pebbles and irregularities. "After AAAA-AAAAA-AAAAAWLL-"

Gerald froze as his attempt to speak turned into a loud bleating cry that made his throat contract oddly. He swallowed and opened his mouth again, only to hear a loud bleating noise spill out, higher pitched than the first time as his tongue rolled within his maw. He moved his hands up to the gold collar, but it wasn't a collar that his hands brushed against. It was leather and heavy enough that he could barely slip a finger beneath the edge of it. The bell was still there, bouncing against his chest as he turned about and tried to bleat out again, the higher pitched sound erupted, bleating wildly without any form to the sound, no hint of the words that he wanted to make. And that wasn't all.

As he tried to peel the collar off, his fingers began to grow numb right at the very tip, he yanked roughly, hooking around the ring that held the bell and twisted the collar back and forth. All of his fingers began to grow numb, the tips aching ever so slightly before the loss of feeling left him and he pulled his hands down to stare at the changes that were beginning. His finger nails were darkening and thickening rapidly, pulling together as the skin of his fingers began to draw together. The nail slid up higher, covering his first knuckles as his thumb had a similar change happening. The nail was no longer smooth and clear, but hard and thick, hoof like and rough. He twisted his hands about, looking at the palms as the tips of his toes began to change as well.

Hooves?! He shuddered, trying to get a look at his entire body, but his eyes rested right on his upper arms as the soft hair began to grow course and thick.

He could see the hairs growing higher and higher up, chasing towards his elbows in patches of thick gold fur and darker black patches. It covered his soft pale skin while his hands became more like barely mobile hooves, just able to be bent at the joint on his knuckles, the rest solid hoof. As the fur began to spread along his legs he watched the tips of his toes form a set of heavy looking black hooves. His ankles lifted up higher in the air, the bones sliding and extending so that he fell forward with a ragged high pitched call as his weight would no longer be held up on his changing bones. They were aching as he struggled to right himself, but his legs were trembling and the bones shifting.

"MWAAAAAA AAAA AAA AAAAAA!" Gerald bleated out wildly, his haunches crouched beneath him, the ragged bit of cloth that made up all of his clothes fell down.

His hooves clattered under him, the changed hands braced themselves on the wall as the heat of the fur began to slide higher along his thighs. It covered him and wrapped along his upper thighs before the warmth began to flush between his legs, a stab of near pain that rolled over his orbs and made him suck in a ragged breath. His eyes flashed open wildly, the changing human dropping down on his hip and rolling to his side in the dirt of the road, he didn't care about the indignity of it, he was terrified to see what was happening beneath him. His orbs were losing the curled rough pubic hair, it was falling down uselessly to the ground as soft smooth dark fur grew over it. The hide became leathery and black beneath the coat of fur, and they were rapidly starting to swell larger and larger.

Gerald shuddered and moved one of his hoof like hands down to try and feel just how much he was changing, the touch sending a jolt through him as his skin felt swollen and overly sensitive. The orbs dropped down lower, changing from round orbs to more ovid shaped as they drooped down along his upper thigh. His nose was assaulted with the reek of goat musk that flooded his senses and made him whimper as the rough patch of fur along his hips continued upwards. The warmth flowed along his cock, humiliatingly making him squirm in place as the flesh filled out and plumped along the edges. It didn't quite hurt, it was more like a gentle stroke from some unseen hand that ran through him.

"Mamma, look!" A child's voice called out as he watched his cock stiffening along his belly, growing redder by the moment as the peeked glans pushed out from his foreskin.

"Come away now, leave the poor goat alone." Another voice answered nervously so he lifted his throbbing head up.

Humans, like him, were walking past him and travelling along the fork in the road, but they made no move to help him or stopped to see if he was alright. They were dressed in tunics and ancient looking clothes, a pair of oxen hauled along a cart as the caravan moved off the road so that they didn't have to pass too close to him. He opened his mouth to call for help, but the bleat erupted out of his mouth again, loud and mocking while he was reduced to trembling in place. His breathing came out in short hot bursts while his cock continued to stiffen along his belly, but not exactly with arousal. It became harder, but was thinning down as it went, growing more tapered while his foreskin seemed to cling against the underside of his stomach. The skin stretched out and ran up towards his belly button, wrapping more firmly around his dark red cock... like a sheath.

It was beyond animalistic to watch as the fur coated around what seemed to be his cock, but he could see around the edge of what had been his foreskin it was only a sheath wrapped around it. The first few inches hutted up towards him as a watery dribble escaped along the glans and ran down over the underside slickly. He pinned his ears flat back against his head, only then realizing that they had changed. He had been so caught up in watching his cock change that he had missed his ears growing longer and wider, flopping against either side of his head. Gerald moved his hands up and grabbed at the sides of his head, clutching the ears in fear. The people murmuring to themselves as they went past him didn't matter, he was changing all wrong.

His nose became flatter against his face, the nostrils spreading and splitting up higher to either side of his upper lip while his lips began to push out. His jaws began to push out, sliding and forming a muzzle as the bridge of the nose arched thickly. The scent of goat musk filled his senses, flooding them and making it impossible to hide from it. Fur spilled over his nose and muzzle, the short fur spread higher up. His teeth shifted and changed, his tongue felt too thick in his mouth as he sucked in a breath and bleated out again. He tried to scrabble up onto two legs, his form trembling as he tried to hold up on his changed hooves, but it was too awkward. His hips hurt so he dropped forward onto all fours, horrifyingly natural as his legs had shortened enough to almost make the pose normal.

"Fools, all of them." A rough voice nearly rumbled in his ear as he tried to get himself under control, feeling the weight of his balls hanging down between his haunches. "C'mon now, Billy m'boy. Looks like ya lost yer herd, eh?"

What? He blinked a few times before something clicked on his collar and he stumbled backwards.

A bent old man stood beside him, his back bowed under who knew how many years of hard labor and he reeked of sweat and animals. His beard was neatly cut, trimmed along his jaws, his hands clean looking as they gripped a large hemp rope in one hand, the other end attached to Gerald's collar. He nearly reached up to grab the rope and yank it from the man's hands, but he froze as he recalled what he had been told. His trial would be given by the first person that spoke to him. He swallowed, his throat convulsing as his tongue felt dry within his mouth--muzzle. He swayed back and forth on all fours before the man gave a firm pull on the lead.

"Not even got ta go to market an' good anthro stock too, eh? Not many o' them about, nah, not by half..." The old man's voice sounded almost gleeful as he yanked the lead that forced Gerald to stumble forward on all fours. "C'mon, let's be goin' work for you ta be put to, aye. Tuppin' time come comin' up an' all."

_Tupping time? What in god's name is tupping time?!_Gerald bleated out as the rough yank on the lead forced him forward, one slow step at a time as the heavy dark orbs swung back and forth wildly between his haunches. He just had to find the answer to this task and he would return to normal.

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The old man chattered to Gerald as they made their way for what felt like miles, step after step awkward on all fours and humiliatingly as he could feel his orbs bumping along his inner hind legs. His sheath was even exposed, but at least it kept his cock covered as he was forced to walk past groups of people obviously on their way to market or some other trivial place. Their eyes were on him, lingering at times, small tight smiles that made him flinch as they seemed to mock him with those looks. It was almost a relief as they came to a small farm set just against the back of a wood. The fences were worn and half fallen down, but he didn't care, he just wanted to find out his task and get it done so that he wasn't going to end up stuck in this humiliating half form for the rest of his life.

The old man repeatedly talked about tupping, something that gave him no clues as to what he was supposed to do. Part of him was nearly convinced that it was some sort of weeding or chore that he would be forced to do as a goat. Every cartoon he had ever seen had goats eating all manner of things, it was quite likely something to humiliate him and test his resolve. The grounds certainly did look overgrown with nettles and bushes that were pushing right through the fence, in some places the bushes had replaced the fence entirely. It would be degrading, but he could do it, and he wasn't a dumb beast that had to eat it. He could just rear up and hit it with his modified arms to tear down the bushes.

"Papa! I thought you were going to Ollo's to get his goat!" The feminine voice made Gerald's head jerk up high, in time to see a lithe young woman step out from the barn. "This is not his buck!"

The old man laughed amiably, but the former man's eyes were latched on the young woman who walked towards him in a tight fitting tunic. She looked as if she were only perhaps eighteen, with a lovely rounded face that was framed by a spill of dark hair that looked as black as a raven's wing. She had a body like a model, curved in all the rights places with a sweep of hips that made his eyes widen slightly in appreciation. Her breasts weren't large, but they were well formed and tipped with nipples that could be seen against the fabric of her tunic. His nostrils flared instinctively and he jerked his head up into the air higher, but all he could smell was the man next to him. As she approached, his eyes followed her movements greedily, almost shocked at the rush of heat that made his stomach tense up.

"No, a stray." The man that held the lead let out a low laugh. "Some foolish noble must have let a half-breed out. He did not even protest when I gripped his lead."

"A half-breed, Papa?" The girl came close enough that he could smell herbs on her, her eyes watching him keenly in a way that made him wag the short spade of his tail back and forth amiably. "He does not look like a half breed."

"He does not speak, and he didn't protest when I grabbed 'em. Imagine, the Ventiti farm boasting kids of mingled bloodlines." The man gave the lead a rough tug that made him stumble forward. "They will be worth more than five times what kids would be worth comin' out of Ollo's buck. If one takes after him, we will be able to make a true name for our farm, not simply be the producer of goats."

Kids? Gerald stiffened slightly, his nostrils flaring open wide as the girl moved down to lightly touch one of his elongated ears. He wants me to fuck his daughter?

He glanced towards the overgrown hedges, but briefly, his eyes were focused on the girl that stood in front of her father. His mind was tearing through his knowledge of this civilization from half remembered stories and rumors through civilizations through the ages. The half-animals ruled this place, this was their Empire, the humans were barely more than slaves unless they were taken under a noble house. If the daughter bore one of the elite, they would be able to claim some measure of power in this place. He licked his lips eagerly and flicked his tail behind him rapidly at the very idea of what he was going to be asked to do. It was humiliating given his changed body, but the woman was lovely looking and her eyes wide and kind as they swept over him and her hand brushed along his neck. This was a trial?

This was no trial at all, granted he didn't savor the idea of mounting her as if he were an animal, but she was just his type. Her hands were so gentle and the scent of herbs was mingled with a warm female smell that had his nose working. He had assumed that he would have to do something truly bestial to earn back his humanity, but here he was being offered something absolutely delightful. His tail began to twitch faster as he moved his head in closer to her and felt his stomach tighten slightly in reaction. Would she be eager? She looked doubtful, but he could be a gentle lover. His girlfriend had been pleased with him in the past and he could please her in turn. This trial would be easy to accomplish, even enjoyable, perhaps these creatures had no idea what they were trying to do to him. As if he would balk at this!

"Go an' get the paint, darlin', we gotta know which ones he covers." The old man smiled at his daughter warmly. "The small doe herd should be coming into season, I will want to have as many covered as possible."

"But what if someone comes looking for him?" She moved her hand away just as Gerald tried to move his muzzle up to touch her forearm. "We could be in trouble."

"We took a valuable animal from tha road, a bit o' studdin' should be allowed." He grinned, showing a gape tooth smiled before pulling on the lead. "The paint, darlin'."

Does? Studding?! A sense of fear rolled up in his belly as he was forced forward and nearly tried to lock his legs in place. He wants me to breed goats?!

In the space of a few words Gerald's perceptions of what was about to happen shifted entirely from the idea of being able to mount, and possibly impregnate, the lovely girl in front of him to the prospect of mounting other goats. His ears burned in humiliation as he struggled against the grip of the lead that tugged him forward, his nostrils flared open wide as a tremor went through him. Mount animals? Fuck them? God, no, breed them?! The idea made him sick to his stomach as the man gave another pull and he forced himself to take a trembling step forward, his entire body revolting against the action that made him do so, but he had no choice. The only other option was that he would be stuck like this, forever.

He had to complete the trial, he had to do so willingly, he couldn't be forced, he had to go of his own free will and only then would he lose this humiliating shape and be returned to a human. The girl left, making him want to strain after her, but the grip on the lead forced him towards the overgrown hedge and the broken down fence that he had noticed upon coming here. Step by step he was led past the fence and came to a gape in the bushes that opened up to a rickety gate that could easily be shouldered open. The moment he came to the edge of the bush his nose was assaulted with a new scent, one that made him sneeze and nearly stumble back. His ears folded back to his head as the acrid scent of goat was heavier here, sharper and stranger than his own changed scent.

"In ya get, Billy." The name rankled him as the human shoved him through the open gate and he found himself in a rough portion of field.

It wasn't thick with grass and soft things, but pebbled with rocks and partially muddy were countless hooves has traveled over it and pulled up great hunks of grass from the earth. It was obvious at a glance why there were only caring for goats here instead of more valuable animals. He trembled in place, his eyes wild a small herd of black and white goats stopped their nibbling to stare at him with strange slit pupiled eyes. They were small with lean sleek bodies as they blinked their eyes for a few moments before going back to nibbling at the grass as if he were of no importance. He crinkled his nose up at the scents on the air, a strange sweet scent that made him take a step backwards while the farmer pulled the gate shut behind him, cutting off his route of escape. He was locked in the small paddock with the band of goats that were busily going about their business.

That scent, it was in the air, it was flooding his senses as he huddled closer to the farmer's legs and kept his ears pinned back. It was all over the paddock, no longer blocked by the overgrowth of bushes, he could suck it in with each and every lungful and it filled his senses. It wasn't a bad scent, not in the least, it was quite the opposite. It was a familiar scent to his mind, one that made his heart start to beat faster and his mind slide back towards the daughter that had brushed against his head. It was her body that his mind lingered on as the scent filled his senses, flowing down his muzzle and making his sides quiver slightly. He jerked roughly backwards, tugging against the lead desperately in an attempt to get free.

"Here now, don't be so squirmy!" The girl's voice came with laughter before her hands suddenly slipped down against either side of his body. "I don't think he likes this idea."

"He will, he's probably been some pampered pet for how he looks. Never seen a real doe, eh fella?" The old man reached down and suddenly grabbed his arms roughly. "Here, Jilla, get him good with that paste and check him, I didn't expect his undercarriage."

Gerald bleated angrily as he was suddenly lifted back up onto his haunches, his back shoved up against the farmer's chest and his foreleg like arms were tugged down tightly against his chest. His entire chest and belly were exposed to Jilla, his cheeks burned in humiliation as he realized that once he was lifted up his cock tip was jutting forward from the heavy pouch. He could feel the cool air brushing against it as he was pulled back at an awkward angle making him squirm in place. The heat rising higher to his face until he felt nearly dizzy when the girl stepped over the fence with a jar held in one hand. She bent over and his eyes went down towards the rise of her chest, sucking in a breath of the doe scent on the air, his cock surging forward a bit more.

"He certainly knows what to do with them." She smiled as her hand reached under his belly and he felt a brush of fingers on his sheath, his hips tried to lurch forward. "Eager boy!"

"Examine him, I wouldn't wish to take an unhealthy billy to my does, he'll do me no good if he's not goat enough eh?" The old man grunted when Gerald tried to jerk forward again, his haunches quivering in response. That scent!

That scent was filling his senses, every breath dragging it in and he was forced to watch the girl stand in front of him and feel her hand gliding down his sheath. Her touch wasn't sensual in the least bit, it was clinical, but gentle as she pulled the sheath down to force out his changed cock into the light. Not that he needed that touch, his shaft surged out and jutted up high in the air, dribbling out a spill of watery precum out along the edges as he trembled in place. He sucked in another breath and hunched his haunches up as her fingers wrapped round his boned cock and started to pull it to one side and then the other, her thumb rested just beneath the overly sensitive swell of his glans. It sent a shudder down his back as his ears burned with hot humiliation.

Her other hand reached down and suddenly cupped under his balls, her fingers curled against them and lifted them upwards so that he bleated out wildly. The rough cry was answered by one of the does so that he felt a jolt of pure pleasure spiking through him, his stomach tightened up. He tried to thrust up again, but the fingers didn't hold him, they just let them slide through her digits as her hand moved to his other orb and lifted it up. The warm palm caressed over the edge making him scrabble out against the hold on his forelegs. He wanted to wrap his legs around her, to pin her down and drive himself forward. He bleated out again, a loud demanding cry as the fingers slipped away from his stiff dark red cock.

"He looks fine, Papa, no sign of any sickness and just like a regular old goat." Jilla smiled and reached down for the jar. "A bit larger than average."

Larger than average. He felt a surge of confidence at those words, but it was cut off when she reached up with a hand coated in something thick and blue.

The girl reached out and slapped her hand right on his chest, smearing the waxy salve over him in a broad patch that ran from just above the rise of his cock all the way up towards his chest. The smear rubbed back and forth, working into his fur as she used a generous handful to make sure that it was coated all the way up towards his broad chest as well. He wasn't heavily furred there, it was mostly his own skin so he could feel the dance of her fingers catching right over his nipples so he trembled in place. But he had no idea why she was smearing the patch of color over his chest. It made no sense, but most of his mind didn't care, he was trembling with rising need that was coming with the presence of the lovely girl so close and that hot scent flooding his muzzle.

"There we are, Billy lad." The hands slipped away from his legs so that he was allowed to drop down, but he lunged forward instead.

He tried to catch Jilla with his forelegs, wanting her, wanting to feel her body under him. His hoof-like hands scrabbled briefly to catch her hips as he blindly leaped forward, nearly crashing against her before her father managed to grab the collar around his neck. He lunged higher, feeling her hand catch his chest to help hold him back while she tried to scramble away from him. His cock pulsed hotly against his belly, throbbing and stiff as he pranced and lunged forward again. He wanted to be in her! He wanted on her! That scent, that damned sweet scent that coated every breath maddened him as Jilla laughed and stepped back, wiping away some of the dye that had smeared on her arm.

"I'll get out, he seems to be ready to go, Papa." She wasn't even taking him seriously as she scrambled over the gate. "We probably didn't need to mark his chest."

"Aye, but best to be sure. We'll separate out those he breeds to be sure, might be able to sell them off once we're sure they're with kid." The old man released Gerald the moment that Jilla was safely over the fence, but that wasn't good enough.

"BWAAAA AAA AAA AAA!!" He lunged at the fence, that scent! That SCENT! He wanted her, he wanted her to come back over the fence.

She didn't come within reach of him as he tried to scrabble up and over the edge to get at his doe. He didn't care that it was degrading and humiliating, he didn't care, he wanted her! It was an overriding need unlike any he had ever experienced, lust was too mild a need for it. He was snuffling the air as he hooked his awkward leg-arms over the middle part of the gate and tried to wriggle through them as his hips shuddered and jerked forward.

I need to stop... A small voice screamed through his mind as he dropped back, trembling and puffing in that erotic fertile scent.

"Here, here she be lad.. Come now.." The old man's voice was followed by a soft bleating noise and the former boy swung his head wildly over to see him dragging one of the sleek little does over to him.

It was a piebald female, small looking with short capped horns and floppy looking ears that hung down on either side of her head. She let out a protesting bleat as the farmer swung her about forcibly and moved his hands to hold either side of her shoulders to help calm her. She butted at him, her small tail flicking back and forth behind her as she tried to get back to the herd, but Gerald didn't see her annoyance or plaintive bleating. His eyes rested on the tail that was flickering back and forth behind her, quivering and twitching ever so delicately right above a swollen set of pale pink folds that glistened in the light. It was set right above the soft sweep of her belly and a set of plump teats that just barely perked from beneath her.

The former boy trembled, he didn't want to do this, he needed to get out of here, he needed to get away. He knew it, but his eyes were locked at that glistening sex, the scent of the doe that filled his nose and made him let out a short deep bleat. He unhooked his hoof hands from the door and dropped awkwardly down on all fours while his cock gave a pulse against the underside of his belly. He could feel the damp patch forming along the spread of his chest while he lurched forward a step. He could almost feel the girl's eyes on him as he saw the tail wagging faster as the doe twisted her head about to look at him. Without thinking about it he started to lick the air as if he could sweep up the taste of her heat on his tongue.

"That's what he wanted." Jilla laughed merrily, adding to his humiliation as he moved step by step towards the doe offered to him and that warm smell.

The doe bleated out as Gerald came in closer, his nose working as he nearly bumped his nose right up against her haunches where he could draw in a deeper breath. Beads of wetness formed along her outer lips, glittering in the light wetly. His cheeks burned hotly as his tongue swiped out before he could stop it, the thick tip rolling right over the soft folds and pushing upwards so that the taste of her spread over his tongue. Sweet and musky he swallowed it down before licking hotly with a flick upwards and pushed his muzzle closer. He wanted this, he needed it, no matter the horror that he felt deep in his mind. His tail wagged faster and faster as he gave into the need and crashed roughly right against the little doe's haunches so that she bleated out in shock.

The wet waxy salve from his chest smeared over her tail as he lunged upwards and scrabbled with his forelegs on either side of her haunches. The man let out a grunt of satisfaction as he smeared the wet paste all over the curve of the doe's back while he tried to get into position. Some dim part of his mind realized that the wet patch of dye that had been worked over his chest was supposed to rub off on her. It was meant to show which ones he had fucked, a lewd pronouncement on what he did with the herd. His ears pinned down flat to his head in humiliation while he tried to hook his legs forward, embarrassment or no, it didn't matter, he wanted her as he had wanted Jilla despite the fact she was an animal.

He drew his haunches up and jabbed roughly against her haunches, roughly hitting against the furred haunches with his cock as he tried to find that vulnerable slick vulva that had entranced him so much. His muzzle leaned forward against her shoulder while the little doe let out a protesting cry when he dug his hoof-like hands up against her smooth belly. He jabbed forward blindly, hitting against the side of her tail and sliding his cock along her fur up and down. Each time he thought that he was stroking along her soft vulva and lunged forward he jabbed up and over her back or down beneath her stomach to roughly tap at her exposed teats. And through it all he could drag in her scent, the feel of her body so warm and alive beneath him.

Oh god... I need to stop.. He struggled with himself as he arched his back upwards and tried to hit against her folds again, jerking forward a few times with ragged little noises of frustration.

"Jilla! Help him find his mark, 'fraid he's not able ta do it on his own." The old farmer called out while he lunged forward again, snapping his hoof-hands down against the doe's belly to try and sink into her, but only trapped his cock up against his belly again.

When he dragged backwards again he was horrified to feel a gentle hand suddenly wrap around his cock, a familiar touch as he tasted the scent of the girl that had handled him before. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to plunge through her fingers, but she jerked his cock downwards so that his tip suddenly brushed against the warm slick heat of the puffy folds. And that was all his roused body needed, it was all he was waiting to feel, he cried out and lunged forward, leaping forward to drive himself into the beast beneath him as the walls opened up wide around him. The slick silken walls caressed along his cock, clutching down tightly as he drove himself in all the way up into the sheath so that his tip drove right up against her cervix.

He hooked his forelegs up tightly beneath her belly as the little doe tried to wriggle away from the violent thrust, but he didn't care. He drove himself in blindly, rocking his haunches in short powerful thrusts that drove his swollen orbs up between her hind legs as her walls rippled and caressed along his stiffened spire. Hot jets of precum erupted out of his tip, plunging deep into her body as his mind blurred the image of Jilla in with the common farm beast that he had pinned down beneath him. His sheath bunched up tight along the base as he dragged back outwards to feel the muscles rippling and sliding in the most erotic way possible.

He was sensitive, so terribly sensitive, it was like nothing he had ever experienced in his life as the walls tightened and relaxed around him. He had always done his girlfriend with a condom, but not now, now he could feel the slick heat that he hammered into as the little doe took a few trembling steps forward. He pulled her backwards, his muzzle slid up along the back of her neck and tried to latch on as he muffled a high pitched bleat and kept his eyes closed. He couldn't stop, not even if he wanted to, he couldn't stop even as he heard the old man comment about his form to his daughter.

"Never seen aught like it, not a single thrust like Ollo's buck." The man drawled out as Gerald gave another driving thrust forward, building them up.

"I'm sure the doe is enjoying it, give her a bit of pleasure." Jilla commented making Gerald wince, even if he felt a spike of pride in the comment. He didn't want to do this well! He didn't want to be complimented for breeding an animal.

He could feel the lewd wetness starting to push up over the edges of his sheath, oozing out over the edges of his sheath while the doe finally stopped squirming and splayed her legs open. His glans hit hard against her cervix, grinding and pushing roughly, pinning the opening with the tip of his cock so that he could feel the muscles ripple and pull harder around him, suckling from base to tip as his orbs clapped up roughly right between her legs with the sound of flesh on flesh. His muscles began to tense up, his haunches quivering slightly while he drove forward with a sudden spike of need that rushed through him. He lifted his head up and gaped his jaws open to let out a deep bleating cry of pleasure before thrusting forwards.

His legs lifted up from the ground as he drove himself forward and slammed against her cervix hard enough that he could feel it just slide open around him. The first pressured spill of cum erupted out of his tip to spill into her body, hot and rich as his sperm heavy seed plunged into her partially spread cervix. He came down against her back and held her there, rapidly pumping his hips through her quivering passage so that he could force rope after rope of it was flung into her body rushing towards the vulnerable ova waiting for him.

"There we go lad!" A slap on his haunch made his forelegs lose their grip on the doe beneath his belly so that she startled forward and his quivering cock slipped out with a wet splatter of his cum as the last jets spurted uselessly on the ground.

"Poor girl, she's never had a mounting like that." Jilla's laughter was a slap to his face as he dropped down on all fours, his legs splayed open wide, his chest heaving.

"Let's hope he doesn't keep that up, he'll spoil the herd." The old man laughed as if he had just made a grand joke of it. "Come on, my darlin', I need my dinner and let's let him get to work. Need ta have him service as man as we can 'fore his owner comes up, eh?"

"Yes, Papa." Jilla chirped happily, leaving him panting and drooling cum beneath his belly as his cock began to pull back into his sheath. The bleats of nearly a dozen does surrounding him, and that scent, that awful scent.

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Wake up... A soft voice reached Gerald from the depths of miserable sleep as he felt hot hairy bodies pressed against him. His dreams filled with the harsh scent of does in heat and his own rank musk. _Come human, wake up!

_

"Rrrmmf... no more.." He croaked the words and that alone made him jerk upright, making one of the does mumble a complaint.

The field was dark, the only light came from the moonlight that shined down over the dark patches of the rocky field. His body ached slightly, but he was warm as he had bedded down among the does, not that he had had any choice of the matter. They had crowded him and pushed against him as it got dark so he was forced to lay in the midst of the beasts. It had at least made him warm, no matter at how inhuman it was, but it didn't matter. He was human! He looked down at his naked fingers and ran them up and over his hair, his ears, his face. Human! He was human.

You have succeeded. A purring voice filled his mind and he lifted his eyes to see a black ghostly cat perched on the fence, staring at him with narrowed green eyes. And brought this farmer a fine crop of young goats, hmm?

"This is beyond intolerable!" He lunged up to his feet, before the heat hit his face as he realized he was quite naked. He moved his hands down to cover his cock with a hot flush. "This is beyond-"

_Do you wish to give up? I can leave you here and the farmer will be quite happy to have a new permanent buck._The cat purred mockingly before standing up to stretch.

"No." He spat the word out, his cheeks burning as he stepped out from the midst of the sleeping goats. "That is fine."

Then return to the temple, human, your next trial awaits you. The cat gave him a long look and turned her eyes towards the goats. She didn't say anything, but the heat rose up in his face as he could imagine her looking at the goats.

Fourteen does had been in the pasture with him, eleven of them bore blue painted marks on their back where he had managed to breed them before he had been unable to function any more. It had been bad enough that Jilla had watched it all, but now the proof was spread around his feet as he kept his hands covering his blessedly human cock. One trial down, two more to go. What else would he be made to do?! The cat seemed to laugh as it leapt from the wall and disappeared from sight. Leaving him with the long cold way back to the temple, and him without even the smallest bit of clothing to keep him modest.