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"What the fuck are you doing, Mark?! Come here!" Kate hissed from behind him, her voice high pitched and frantic as he neatly hopped the front gate and tilted his head back to grin at his twin sister.

"I have to see Ms. Minder, I told you I had some homework I messed up on and I wanted to see if I could get an extension." He replied easily, landing on his thickly booted feet awkwardly as the modified tips were set more to look like a pair of hooves than actual shoes.

"This is her house!" His sister snapped back, leaning along the fence to glare at him. "Get back over here, I'm not covering for you again!"

"So? Go on, I'll catch up. You're the one that wanted to go to this stupid party anyway." He dismissed her easily and flicked his fingers. "It's not like I can get in trouble for going to her porch on Halloween anyway, everyone else has."

Kate glared at him, the outraged look would have looked a lot better if she hadn't been dressed up in rabbit outfit complete with a set of ears and a skimpy dress that made him want to ditch her no matter what. Eventually she moved on, not willing to get in trouble for him, especially not when he was going to be dealing with one of the teachers she didn't particularly like. Mark took a moment to straighten up and tugged at his costume, pleased he had actually managed to work hard on his outfit so that he actually looked good. The furred pants were padded just right to make it look like he had a pair of goat legs, and the material used had been trimmed so that patched ran along the line of his belly and chest, all the way up towards his ears.

The prosthetic goat ears were annoying, they bounced on either side of his head and muffled sound to the point that he was regretting going that way, but he knew that he looked flawless. He'd based the outfit on a movie, trying to be detailed all the way down to the tail and the real goat horns he'd put on his head. The party that his sister was dragging him to was in the next town over and was one of the highlights of Halloween. The prizes for the costume contest were absolutely to die for, including straight up money as well as a guitar that he was drooling over. He had no doubt that his satyr costume would win him something, he just hoped it was what he wanted. And if it didn't... He flicked his eyes towards the modest ranch house and grinned to himself, almost wishing he had a real tail to wag in anticipation as he approached.

Ms. Minder was young and fresh out of college, she was red haired and sweet as could be, with a body that had nearly every guy in class drooling over her. She was the shy sort, but he had soon figured out that her shyness was mostly a bit of fear of the students in her class. They were in high school, she was only ten years older than they were and that wasn't much of a difference. It hadn't been easy getting her alone and away from school, but it had been surprisingly easy to seduce her. He'd played the wounded and misunderstood teen and she had responded in ways that he hadn't imagined. She had been so eager to teach him how to behave and how to be with a woman, hell she didn't even really know that he had been bed hopping for three years now. She was just the highlight of his teen life, far hotter and more mature than any girl he had ever slept with, and with the added bonus of having money and a reason to keep their affair a secret.

"Mark." Ms. Minder's voice was disappointed as soon as she opened the front door to his knocking, the candy bowl tucked under one arm. "What are you doing here?"

"To see you." He answered promptly and grinned, his eyes flicking over her intimately. "I told you I was going to stop by. I wanted to Trick or Treat. So... Trick or treat?"

The older woman was dressed in a saucy little witch costume, not quite as sexy as his twins outfit, but certainly wearing it well enough to make his interest perk. Over the past two months he had spent a lot of time at her house and getting to know her, especially the sorts of things she liked. He had no doubt that she wasn't wearing any panties under the dress, she hated to wear them, she always said that she didn't like the way they rubbed her. He knew the truth, she liked to be surprised by his affections when they were alone, never knowing when he was going to push her skirt up or her shorts down and slide inside of her, it was a thrill for her. Had she been hoping he'd show up tonight and take care of her itch? He was half tempted to do just that...

"This has to stop, now." She responded shortly and shifted the candy onto a table beside the door. "I told you last night, I can't do this anymore, it's wrong and you need to be seeing girl's your own age."

"I don't think that's a good idea." He shook his head, feeling the fake goat ears bobbing a little bit. "You see, Ms. Minder, I was thinking last night after you talked to me. It doesn't really seem that fair that you've just being using me like this."

"Using you?" Her brows furrowed a little bit. "Mark, you know I like you, care about you, but we just can't be together the way you want."

"You said that." He responded and tilted his head to give a sly little look. "And I guess we can't, but I don't think I should just walk away empty handed, especially after everything I gave you."

"What?" The teacher's eyes widened a little bit. "What on earth do you want? Mark, I'll do whatever it takes to make this easy on you, but please remember, we talked before all this started and you knew it wouldn't last."

"Money." He said flatly and leaned on the doorway, crowding her just a little bit. "You owe me money and then I'll keep quiet about the whole thing."

"Money?!" Ms. Minder snapped. "You want me to pay you?"

"Yes." He answered. "Why should I walk away with nothin'? You could lose your job, hell, even go to jail, for what you did, I think I should at least get something to make it worth while to not be able to tell anyone what I've been up to these last few weeks."

"You don't have to explain anything." She was growing angry, he could see the flush rising to her cheeks as she straightened up.

"Yeah, I do. I mean, they all think I'm an idiot, having to be tutored by you almost every night just to get through class." Mark licked his lips a little bit. "I mean, I got no problem telling them the real truth, or you can just slip me a little money and I'll just take being teased."

"That's blackmail." She answered flatly, the anger making her voice quiver slightly, and he only grinned a bit wider in answer.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Judith Minder stared at the satyr on her front steps and resisted the urge to step out and punch him right in his smiling mouth as he kept grinning down at her expectantly, waiting for his reward. Her fingers itched to form a fist, but she did her best to keep it from happening, her breathing coming out in a short burst as she closed her eyes and drew in a breath before letting it go. It wasn't worth it, if she punched him, she had no doubt that he'd run straight to his parents or the police and talk about what they'd been doing together. They wouldn't have to dig far to find evidence about their affair, they'd likely drag her name all through the news with how she had taken advantage of the boy and what all she had done with him. And he would walk away with straight A's for the year and his name in the history books as banging a teacher.

"You should come in." She growled, and drew backwards to let him walk in, the costumed highschooler strolled in after her with a lazy smile on his face.

How had she missed this side of him? When he'd first shyly introduced himself to her he had seemed so sweet and kind. She'd watched him for several days lingering after class with his book and looking at her before bolting with his face red and embarrassed. It had been enjoyable to see him that way, and even more enjoyable to carefully lure him closer to her. He hadn't been brilliant in class, he didn't have straight A's or anything of that nonsense, he had just been average, but there was something about him and his soft blue eyes that had made her want to help him. She knew she shouldn't have the moment she invited him to her house to tutor him, the rules were against them, but he had been so sweetly grateful that she had ignored them.

A week into their tutoring and she had kissed him. He had spoken often about how hard high school was, how he was sure that there was something wrong with him, the fact he couldn't even get a date despite the fact he had recently joined the football team. Oh it had been too much to resist to prove him wrong, and that kiss had led to far more intimate things. She had loved every moment of it, his trembling body against her own, the way that he had responded to her guidance and learned was pleased her, seeing him become more confident. She thought he was simply a lost young man that needed help, but there was no lost youngster here, but a snack who was eagerly pushing her into the corner to force her into an untenable situation.

"I think two thousand should cover it." He announced as he leaned on the wall, grinning even more when she glared at him. "I mean, I know ya don't make much, but you can spare that much."

"And you think I believe that will keep you quiet?" She answered stiffly, ignoring the way he was looking at her with those hungry eyes.

The satyr outfit suited him, much as she hated to admit it, his mixed blood gave him a hint of tan to his skin that didn't come from Nordic ancestors. The fur that covered him was very good, almost natural looking as it covered his legs and all the way down towards his ankles. There was nothing about the outfit that looked fake at first glance, the padding on the legs gave it a curved look and the hooves were actually polished and cloven. If he hadn't been sitting here trying to get her to hand over most of her savings she would have happily enjoyed one last time together. So, instead of desire, the outfit only made her stomach turn. How apt, a satyr, a lying thieving lust fueled beast that was willing to do anything to get his way.

"Look at it this way, if ya don't I definitely won't." He replied, not answering the question she had. "Come on, it's not much to pay for the pleasure I gave you. It's either that or you get the trick and you know that won't end well for you!"

"The pleasure." She scoffed, the anger building in her gut while he leaned towards her a little, his blue eyes widening playfully. "God save the women in your life."

"Now, don't be such a bad sport, Ms. M!" He answered, grinning brightly.

"I don't even have that money here! I don't have cash." She protested while her mind was working frantically to find a way out of the situation.

She had wanted to teach children ever since she had been a small child, it had been her passion, what she wanted above all else, and now it was all going to come crumbling down because of one stupid mistake. She should have been a better judge of character, she knew that, but she had had a moment of weakness that was going to cost her everything. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream or hit him, she wanted to find a way to turn back time. She couldn't. She didn't have that power, no matter how much she wanted it.

"Write a check." He suggested confidently, obviously convinced that he was going to win, why shouldn't he feel confident? He had her an untenable situation.

_I can't let him win, I can't do this! _ She closed her eyes briefly and licked her lips, she had to have a way out of this, there had to be.

And there was. She knew it well, though she had done her best to make sure that she left that part of her life behind her. It was the old way, it was ancient and strange, it was out dated. There was no place for it in the modern world no matter how her family felt about it. She had tried to leave it all behind her when she'd started college, but now she was left staring at the boy dressed for Halloween and she had no other way out. It was wrong, it took control away from him, it was cheating for lack of a better term, but that's what he was doing to her.

"I can't write a check, too many questions." Her stomach turned as she ran through the spells she had once learned at her mother's knee. "It will have to be cash."

"I don't think so, I mean, for all I know you'll do something stupid." He replied and grinned a bit wider. "How about this, you give me a check and I'll hold it until tomorrow when you get cash, no cash and I will take the check to the bank."

"I don't know if I can even trust you." She hissed, swallowing as she recalled one spell that had been used on her as a child, a fun little harmless curse that had been so exciting as a little girl around Halloween.

"Well, you don't have much ground to stand on right now, do you?" Mark murmured and stepped forward, purposefully crowding her.

"I guess I don't."

Judith drew in a steadying breath and let it out, she had to put a stop to this, she couldn't let him throw away all of her schooling, her hard work. It was going to end here today, and she would make sure that he wouldn't tell a soul about what they had done together. She moved away, as if to get her purse as she struggled to recall what her mother had taught her. It was such a simple spell, a small curse that bound a costume to a person so that they slowly became the thing they tried to be. She had romped as a puppy, flown as an eagle, ran as a horse as a child thanks to that spell, it had been filled with great memories, but now it had to be used to keep her secret safe. And like all simple spells, it was so terribly easy to cast, because it had never been designed as anything more than a harmless prank. It just required will and power, and a person in a costume.

Mark hovered over her shoulder as she pulled out her check book, pushing his body against her in a way that forcibly reminded her of what they had done together. Two days ago this would have been thrilling and lead to something more, but now it just humiliated her as she wrote his name on the check and the amount. She didn't have to really concentrate on the writing, she could draw on herself, cringing as she touched that part of herself that allowed her to touch magic and drew it back out again, luring it as she shaped the spell in her mind. He would learn, he had to learn, there was no other option but for him to be put in his place so firmly that he never thought of this again.

"Here." She pushed the check towards him as soon as she wrote it out. "Return tomorrow and I will give you your... bribe."

"See? That wasn't hard at all, was it, Ms. M?" Mark mocked her as she held the check while he grabbed it.

"Harder than you think." She answered and reached her fingers out to touch his hand as he grabbed the bit of paper.

The moment her skin touched his own, she released her power so that there was a spark between them, powerful enough that Mark jerked back away from the feel of it. She felt the power rush from her, spilling into him with the spell that wrapped around his costume, clinging to it in a fine web. She added just one more spice to the spell, unable to resist it as she did so.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He snapped, obviously angry he had jerked away from the spark, and she only nodded. "See? It wasn't so hard, you just had to give me a treat and you'll never get the trick" He grinned smugly at her as he left, leaving her watching him.

You haven't seen the trick yet..

~ ~ * ~ ~

Mark tucked the check into the pouch on his costume and smugly continued on towards the party, ignoring the pang of guilt he felt at the way his teacher had looked so hurt the moment she had understood what he was doing. He didn't have to feel guilty, he wasn't actually going to tell on what they'd done together, and he needed the money. She was a teacher, she made enough to cover it, he wasn't being greedy. The half moon was high in the sky, the air chill as he walked down the side walk with the click of his fake hooves on the ground. It was the perfect night and he refused to let guilt spoil what was going to be an amazing evening. She would be fine, she'd recover and never think of this again.

"Are you coming?" Kate's first words made him frown as he found her sitting on the hood of his car with an annoyed look on her face. "We're an hour late."

"You act like it's only two hours long." He retorted and dug in his pouch for his keys, fumbling a little bit before tugging them out. "It's going on until like two in the morning."

"I want to meet up with my friends." His twin slipped off the hood of the car with a bounce and held out her hand. "I'll drive, you can't with those boots."

"Oh hell no, you aren't driving my car!" He pressed the button to unlock the doors with a loud clicking sound. "Get in, we'll get there in no time."

Kate stuck her tongue out at him before moving to the passenger seat, leaving him to struggle into the driver's side door. It was awkward in his padded pants and heavy boots, but he managed well enough and closed the door before starting the engine. The moment the doors were shut he became aware of just how hot and humid the inside of the car was, almost like stepping into a car that had been left out in the sun. The heavy fur of his costume was to blame, he knew that, but it was still miserable as he pulled out of his space and cranked down all of the windows. If his parents had just repaired the AC in his car he wouldn't have this problem, but they had just told him he should be happy that his car even ran and AC was just a needless addition and expense.

"Roll up the windows!" Kate snapped, her scantily clad costume making it impossible for her to keep warm as she huddled in the passenger seat.

"I'm burning up." He pulled out onto the highway and leaned into the breeze that ran past him, his heavy booted foot pushing down on the gas. "I'm not dressed like a slut after all."

"Shut up!" His twin glared at him, her cheeks flushing with hurt at the comment about her costume, but that just made him grin smugly.

The heat just grew worse as they drove the short distant to the party, the breeze helped, but his lower body felt as if it were wrapped in a sauna. The itchy costume and fur plucked against his skin and had him squirming to reposition himself to try and ignore the feel of it or at least get the itch to fade away. Sweat broke out along his forehead while he leaned to one side, his fake ear flopping in the wind as he tried to dry it as he turned down the roads that would lead them to the party. It was just his luck that Halloween fell on such a mild night where wearing any sort of heavy costume was going to end up being a torment instead of a pleasure. It just made him more annoyed that his sister was dressing up like she was going to be stripping by the end of the night.

Kate had always tried to fit in, but rarely managed to do it. Like tonight, she wasn't wearing anything special, she had just gone to the Halloween shop and picked something out to catch someone's eye for the evening. There was little reason that he found so many excuses to mock her, she was always trying to be attractive for anyone and everyone. She wanted to be popular so hard that she didn't even see that she was nearly dressing like a whore in the process. They were twins, but they were absolutely nothing alike when it came to personality. He was able to make friends, hell he was even popular, she spent her weekends at home and on the computer, or going out alone to see movies. She didn't even have friends to hang out with for the most part!

Tonight she was riding his coat tails just to go to the party, she didn't have a date or anyone who wanted to come with her. She was just a little too weird for them, which meant he was going to have to keep an eye on her all fucking night to make sure she didn't end up in trouble. The party was being held on a large sprawling farm, who's owners went on vacation every year around October and left their nephew to take care of it. They never seemed to care, or perhaps never knew, that they held an all out Halloween party every year, complete with a converted barn and the main house was more of a place to go and make out or find a bedroom. There were prizes, a DJ, it was a blow out that was what everyone looked forward too for Halloween every year, especially since the only adults were college students that helped put it all together, which meant there was even booze.

"So.. are you going to go out to the barn?" Kate's annoyed tone was nervous as he pulled in to park with dozens of other cars. He was still overly warm, and kicking open the door helped as his bottoms felt uncomfortably tight and itchy from sweating.

"At first, probably." He answered and stretched his legs out a bit, getting out of the car and rocking as he tried to ignore the tightness of his legs. Was it shrinking from getting wet with sweat?

"Okay." He gave her another look, she was nervous looking, her eyes carefully not looking at him as she got out of the car as well.

"Jesus, just go and hang out!" He snapped. "Dressed like you are, I bet some guy will be all up on you in no time, hell you might even charge."

"Asshole!" She snarled, her nervous look turning to outrage as he shut the car door and locked it. He really had no intention of having her following him all damn night while he was having fun. She was on her own.

The party was well underway, the loud music pumping through the air as he confidently made his way towards the barn and tried to ignore his twin following behind him. The more he walked, the better he felt about his costume as the itching heat calmed down a bit more and he felt comfortable with the way he was walking. The boots were made to elevate his heel up so that the hooves appeared to be the only thing touching the ground, and they had been hard to get used to, but it was easier on the bumpy earth. The air was cooler with the breeze chasing around him, drying the sweat on his brow that could have ended up loosening the fur that was glued onto him. He was able to put his weight more on his toes as he stepped into the light of the barn and lifted his head confidently while sizing up the competition.

A good three fourths of his school mates were dressed in store bought costumes that were obviously found in the cheap racks. A lot of costumes were made with puns and lewd outfits attached, not at all relying on effort. A few were realistic, like a werewolf that was stalking around complete with a movable muzzle and another person that had managed to sever their head and make the costume so that it looked like it was bouncing and bobbing to one side, but he knew he looked good. He could have stepped off a movie set, the only thing that was missing was the ability to move his ear or tail, but that was nothing, he had this in the bag! Within fifteen minutes he had shaken his twin and began to mingle through the crowd.

"Are you serious?" One of his friends gave him a look and laughed as he sidled into the group of football players. "You a horny goat? Is that it?"

"Close." He smirked and lifted his head a bit. "I'm a satyr, better than being the Staypuff Marshmallow man."

A good portion of the football team just remained dressed up in their uniforms instead of taking any effort, but he had expected that. The first part of the evening was amazing, mostly chatting with his classmates and shifting group to group, showing off his outfit confidently as the music rippled through the room. It would have been an absolutely perfect evening if it weren't for the fact that the itching heat began to grow worse along his legs as he moved around the interior of the barn. Perhaps it was because there were so many people stuffed into the small space, or maybe it was time, but he became aware of a creeping itching sensation that had him trying to stealthy itch his legs with his hoof boots whenever he had a moment, tugging against the lower pants oddly as they clung to his skin. He should have found something soft to line his costume with.

"Fuck, dude, did you bring your sister?" Josh, one of the line backers, spoke up with a bit of annoyance in his voice while Mark tried to itch his calf without looking stupid.

"Huh?" Mark blinked a few times and glanced over before groaning at his sister sitting on a haybale right near the food table. "God damn it."

"Why didn't you leave her at home?" His friends asked, sounding pained. "You know she hangs on me all the time!"

"Yeah well, my parents wanted her to get out of the house, what was I going to do?" He snapped back in response, itching harder behind his calf as the pants began to become painfully tight, almost like they were shrinking.

"You could have just left her there!" Josh retorted and ran his hand through his hair. "Listen, man, I'm going up to the house, I don't want her seeing me."

"Got a girl tonight?" Mark asked, wincing as the hoof boot scraped too hard and he felt the sharp tip raking along his inner leg and made him stop entirely. He thought his pants were thicker than that.

"Not yet, but it's early." Josh punched his shoulder lightly. "You know, I think Simone is here if you want to go and see her, she was up in the loft with the other girls."

"Oh.." Mark's cheeks flushed a warm color at the name of his crush, trying not to squirm. "Well, maybe tonight is the night, huh?"

"Sure, if your sister doesn't end up following you." Josh teased and gave him a jostle before moving past him. "Good luck, dude!"

Mark laughed and waved his teammate off before leaning down to scratch his knee a bit harder, sighing in relief as the itch relented a bit. His pants were so tight that it felt like they were cutting off circulation, but it wasn't hot any longer. They felt thinner than they should have been, his fingers scraped through the fur and almost felt like it went to the skin beneath, but at least it was easing the feel of ants crawling under his costume. The boots were also tightening up, his toes going a bit numb as he straightened up and tried to walk normally through the crowd, looking over at his twin while he continued to avoid her. He wasn't here to babysit her, he wanted to see what Simone was up to and if she was here with anyone.

Walking through the barn became a chore as his knees ached a bit from the position the boots made him walk in, he had to struggle to make the movements natural while his toes became more numb. The boots had felt just fine at first, he'd tried them on at home, but as time went on his toes were being crammed too deep inside of them. Still, thoughts of Simone made it worth the awkward stilted walk to get to the hay loft. He had been watching her lately, the cheerleader was perky, outstanding, and interesting. She was passionate and playful, and he knew from the past that she was interested in him as well. Hell, half the reason he had a check in his pouch was because he planned on using it on her to get his car back up to speed and invite her out for a weekend skiing, something alone together where he could properly get to know her. Intimately even.

He made it all the way to the stairs of the hayloft before his toes became so numb that he couldn't even feel them except for some pressure. His knees were working oddly so he stopped and braced himself against the wall before slowly sliding down to sit in an attempt to make things more comfortable before heading up to the hayloft. The damn costume was too uncomfortable to bear, he wanted to take it off, or at least take off the pants, but he wasn't wearing anything under it so that certainly wasn't an option. His ears were burning hotly beneath the prosthetics and the party echoed strangely as he closed his eyes a little bit and gave his head a shake.

"Mark?" Kate's voice brought his eyes open again, blinking rapidly as she nervously moved to stand next to him. "I was wondering if-"

"Fuck, no! No I'm not going to stay down here." He snapped, his discomfort making him more than simply irritated. "I'm going up to the loft and then do my own thing, go find someone else to follow around!"

"I.." Kate's eyes widened a bit with hurt and he felt a pang of guilt, but he was feeling uncomfortable and unhappy, and as he stood his toes were still numb, his ankle felt oddly hiked up so he nearly fell.

"Just go on! Go dance or something." He snapped angrily and turned away from her, going up onto the steps as he felt slightly dizzy. The muffled sounds of the party were growing louder by the moment, uncomfortably so.

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Kate tried not to give into the urge to tear up at the snapping her twin gave her, she was used to him yelling at her or insulting her, but it was hard. She didn't know why she'd come here, why she'd thought that he would help her at all. He never helped her. He was constantly berating her and mocking her, pushing her around and taking anything that made her happy and twisting it around. So, she liked to read books for hours on end, he always made it sound as if she did nothing but read. Perhaps she liked watching cartoons still, but at sixteen she wasn't that old and she liked some of the wittier cartoons. They were exactly alike in so many ways, but there was a huge gulf between them when it came to social status.

She tried to go back to the party, but it was filled with people she had nothing in common with. Most of the people here were drinking heavily and she had little interest in being drunk, it always made her feel out of control and uncomfortably vulnerable. The last time she'd gotten drunk she'd ended up crying for reasons she couldn't even explain right and that had left them teasing her the next day. She stopped and sighed a little before tugging at her skimpy dress, flushing a bit at how exposed she was and the barbs that her brother had tossed at her earlier in the evening about being a slut and a whore. His jabs weren't far wrong, and that's what made her ashamed of herself.

It's not like anyone here would appreciate a good costume on a girl anyway. She thought unhappily and pushed through the crowd, casting a look back to see her brother getting up the stairs with a swagger.

His costume looked even more life like in the light of the barn, when they'd been at home she'd been able to see the seam of the pants along his hips and the fake tufts of fur he'd used to glue along his belly. In the darkness of the barn she couldn't even tell he was wearing pants, the padding had somehow flattened enough that his legs seemed thinner and more delicate, the boots hidden entirely beneath the cuffs. She wanted a costume like that, she wanted to be something perfect and amazing, something that took time and effort to draw people into talking with her, but she didn't dare. The things she liked most people didn't, which left her with the slutty bunny costume she had finally picked out from the rack.

Perhaps if she just tried to be like the other girls, could dress up like the rest of them, she'd be able to join in with something. Not that it was happening, with a sigh she moved through the room, pushing through the crowds as she aimed herself towards the back door. There was no use even trying, everyone knew her as "Mark's weird sister". She stepped out into the cool fall air and drew in a breath, looking towards the little paddocks where she could see a few horses grazing, and a few goats mixed in with them beneath the moonlight. At least animals didn't care if she was weird or strange, and at least they would be company while she waited for her brother to pack up and head home.

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"I like your costume." Simone murmured softly as they sat on a haybale, tucked away near the back of the loft away from most of the rest of the people. She teased her fingers along his chin, where there was a little tuft of fake fur to make a beard.

"You do?" He grinned, tucking his legs awkwardly to one side of him, unable to cold them properly beneath his body the way he wanted to. "I'm glad, I was really hoping you'd like it."

The loft had been filled mostly with girls when he'd first come up here, but that had changed over the last hour as people shifted this way and that, some of the guys coming up and the girls filtering down. It was quiet, barely lit as the only light in the place was filtered from downstairs. He was so close to her that he felt her body nearly brushing his own, her sweet features hidden in the dark as she stroked down his chin and reached for his chest. His ears were so hot they were burning, his cheeks flushed as if he were a virgin, mostly because his costume was rapidly overheating him as he leaned down and ran his lips right along her shoulder in a delicate touch, feeling the way the soft curve teased his nose and brought with it the sweet scent of her soap and shampoo.

His pants were no longer itching, though his legs ached vaguely from the strange positions he had to use in order to relieve the pressure of them on his joints. He had wanted the pants to make him look like he had goats legs, but now he was regretting making them so lifelike as he had to lean towards her instead of offering her his lap the way he wanted. Still, it was lovely to feel her hand stroking down his chest and the fake fur found there, his gloved hand moved to brush against her hip lightly, the thick hoof like nails at the tip brushed her arm while he drew her in closer. It was hard to feel her with the gloves on, but it was still part of the fun when she pressed backwards and let out a soft noise as his lips ran towards her neck.

Simone wasn't easy to get to, not like his teacher, she was always so playful with her touches and flirting, always stopping him before he grew too bold. But it was Halloween, she was likely feeling more adventurous than normal, probably starting to think of things she never had before, things like what she wanted to do with him and have done to her. He knew she was feeling bolder when her hand travelled down to his waist and the edge of the pants, playing through the fur that lined them and ran upwards along his navel. He drew his hand along her belly, turning her closer to him so that he could lean in to tease further down her neck, breathing in her scent as she rubbed in circles, making parts of his body tense up in anticipation.

He was grateful for costume, especially the padding as he licked down her collar bone and felt himself starting to stiffen in reaction. The way her fingers played along his navel was almost too much, his hips quivering and urging her to go lower as he reached up and used his gloved hand to slip up beneath her shirt. She didn't draw away, she simply arched upwards, pressing into the palm of his hand while he licked his way towards the ample expanse of her cleavage and the warmth found there. She let out a whimper as his teeth grazed over her and he huffed out in pleasure, his cock sliding upwards, not yet hard enough to feel the trap of his pants.

"Mark.." She whispered into his ear while his lips curled up in a smile, oh yes, she was willing tonight, delightfully so.

"Tell me if you want to staaaa-aaa-aaaaahhhp!" He started to murmur, but was horrified as a loud bleat escaped his lips, echoing out into the hayloft to the sound of giggles.

"Mark!" She jerked backwards and her hand moved while he frantically swallowed and coughed as if he had a bug in his throat.

"Sorry! I didn't mean th-aaah-aaaah-aaaaaht!" The high pitched bleat came out again, and this time there were more laughs around the hay loft.

"That's not funny!" She snapped out, drawing further away as he tried to figure out what was happening, he hadn't meant to say anything.

"Please." He managed, flushing hotly. "I think it's just a cough." He tried lamely, his ears hot red in embarrassment. "I diii-iii-iiiiidn't mean it!"

"It's not funny." She repeated, glaring at him in the darkness, and he shifted in closer, sliding a hand along her back. She was still tense and annoyed, but she didn't draw away, and that's what mattered.

He didn't know what was going on, but he knew that he wasn't going to lose his chance just because he had a frog in his throat. It was nothing more than that, and what was important was the feel of her body against his own. He ran a nail lightly along her belly and pulled her in, coaxing her into relaxing bit by bit back into the position that she had been. It wasn't that hard, especially not when her body was already worked up and eager to feel the way his fingers moved beneath her shirt. He kissed lightly downwards, running steadily along her collar bone while her hand hesitantly ran along the edge of his hip and she turned closer towards him.

She was so warm and sweet feeling, her gentle fingers kneaded and squeezed against the edges of his hips, pulling firmly so that he was turning towards her. It was hard with his legs, but it was worth it when she leaned back and let him slowly slip his hands higher up, drawing her shirt with it just enough that his fingers brushed beneath the edge of her soft full breasts. He relaxed into the touch of her, the feel of her, letting the brief moment of confusion fade away as he tilted his head to one side, letting out a low noise of pleasure while nibbling lower and began to edge her shirt up and over her full breasts. He wanted to feel them in the palms of his hands, even if they were gloved, they wouldn't be for long. He shifted, arching as her hand moved down and began to slip along the line of his thighs, making his breath come a bit faster. He shifted higher, arching and moving his hands up to cup her breasts as she brushed down... and suddenly ran her bare finger tips right on the tip of his sensitive cock causing him to bleat out in shocked pleasure.

"I..You...Get off!" The fingers jerked away from his bare quivering cock tip and Simone shoved him back, jerking away as the moment was crushed yet again. "I can't believe you're just hanging out like that! Have you been like that this entire time?!"

"No!" He yelped, his eyes wide as he reached down to figure out what was happening. The pants didn't even have a zipper! "Please! Keep your voice doaaa-aaa-aaaaan."

"I'm not easy!" She hissed out angrily, shoving roughly to get away from him, already getting up on her feet as she felt his cock with one gloved hand, though it was already retreating as he jerked his touch away and tried to follow his love interest.

"I didn't think you were!" He responded, hearing the rippling of voices and murmures around them. He reached down to cover himself automatically, despite the darkness. "Plheee-eee-eeeese!!!"

Simone didn't answer, she stormed away, her affront palpable as Mark tried to hide himself, feeling the strange shape of pouch against the palms of his hands. That's when it occurred to him, he could feel the wet ooze against his skin, not the glove his skin. He felt enough panic that he forgot about offending Simone, he looked down at himself, but the darkness didn't show anything, he needed to get into the light. His cock continued to pull back, and as it did he felt it gliding into a pouch that shouldn't have been there. He had never made one built into the suit, it had no business being there, to say nothing of the fact the further he reached down, the more he realized he was exposed. He felt his balls, out in the open and flashing the world, when had this happened?! Had he been hanging out like this downstairs? Or had it just happened?

_Did it tear? Oh god, if it's torn open I can't even fix it at this point! _ He stumbled through the loft to the sound of his classmates and team mates laughing at him.

"Chase her off, billy?" One of the guys let out a short braying laugh. "God, I never seen her run so fast in my life!"

"That's not funny! You should be ashamed, she's a good girl." The girl with him chided Mark as he made it to the stairs.

He only got a few steps down when he realized that he was flashing the entire room, there was no hiding the fact that a furred sheath was hanging in front of him and his balls were out. The light showed it plainly enough that he was frantic trying to find a covering. He didn't have any other clothes, but he did have the pouch he'd been using to store his keys, money and other assorted sundries in. He managed to get it down right along his groin to cover himself up, but it wasn't nearly enough to make him feel comfortable walking down the stairs. He had to shuffle awkwardly, moving his legs as he realized that more had changed than just his pants and whatever was going on with them, his legs were strangely mutated, a fact that he hadn't realized while he was distracted.

His heel was no longer just high up due to the boots, he couldn't feel the boots, his heel was just held high and strange with his knees bent at an angle that made him feel as if he were walking on tip toe. He had to walk sideways down the stairs, his cheeks flushed dark red as there was a titter of amusement from the few people that noticed his awkward descent. He got all the way down to the bottom step without falling, a fact he was grateful for as he doubted the pouch would stay in place if he tumbled and he couldn't imagine what the reactions would be if he flashed the entire room. He was shaking as he looked down at himself in the light, not daring to look at the area he wanted, but what he did see was terrifying enough.

His pants were gone. There was no padding, no carefully mute seams, nothing that showed buttons or zippers, just the smooth transition of his skin into thick shaggy hair that clung to his body. His legs were really changed, he could see the muscles and tendons beneath his skin and the fur. His lower legs were far more slender than they should have been, bonier as well and his feet... He had no feet. He swallowed, a sick feeling rising as he stared down at hooves that should have been too large and a bit too fake to be real, but they were now smaller and more dainty, sharply pointed and splayed as they stood on the ground. Real hooves, his feet were gone. What was happening to him? Had someone slipped him acid and this was a bad trip? But if it were a trip Simone wouldn't have felt anything jutting from the pants!

"Hey, you goin' up to the house?" One of his teammates stopped near him and grinned drunkenly. "They're getting a game going up that way?"

"Naaa-aaa-aaaah!" He bleated out the word, it barely sounded human as it spilled out, forcing him to close his lips tightly and fold his ears back to his head. It only occurred him that his ears had moved when his team mate blinked a few times and leaned forward, squinting as if he were trying to make sense of what was happening.

"Hey, dude, you got animatronics or some shit?" The young man slurred. "That's cheatin'!"

Mark shook his head back and forth, the ears flapping strangely, they weren't supposed to move that much, they weren't supposed to move at all. I need to get out of here!

"I'm going oooooooowt!" The last word came out too loud and he heard people laughing at him, as if it were all some joke.

"Whatever." The jock shrugged and went by him while Mark stumbled through the crowd, his hands clutching the pouch desperately to keep from flashing everyone.

They were looking at him, he knew that his retreat was swaying and chaotic, but he didn't care enough to make it dignified. He'd get out of the group and see what was happening to himself, figure out if it were really real or something was just going wrong in his head. The party was louder than it should have been, too loud to be comfortable, and all he could think of was how far things had progressed. He could feel the breeze along his ass cheeks, it wasn't what he should have felt, was he exposed even back there? Oh god, flashing his pucker at the room as he bolted, he hoped no one was looking at that particular part of him as he got out the back door and into the chill light air, his hooves sinking into the grass and throwing him off balance as he began to reach down to feel himself.

He went for the gloves first, reaching towards his elbows, but as he dragged his fingers against where the material should have ended, all he felt was smooth fur. It was like the glove had melted into him, he couldn't peel it away even as he scraped and dug his thick hoof like nails into the material. It wasn't quite perfect, he still felt some of the padding and material, but it was joined to him in a way that he couldn't peel off. He let out a short bleating sound of frustration, the noise so goat like that he scarcely believed that he could make it, and... worse. He heard a faint bleating reply to his panicked outburst. He ignored it, instead he began to try to systematically remove every bit of his costume that he could find, hoping that whatever it was would stop when it ran out of things to try and bond to him. Something had to stop it!

~ ~ * ~ ~

"Maaa-aaaa-aaaaaah!" The faint goat bleat brought Kate's head up from where it was resting on her arms, one hand outstretched to scratch a sleepy looking goats ears as she tried to distract herself.

The animals, at least, didn't seem to think she was strange and the little goat that had wandered over was basking in the attention to her ears. The piebald creature lifted her head, though, and bleated back at the faint sound of its herd mate, the ears flipping up to either side of her heard with interest. Kate giggled a little at the intent expression before it went back to trying to get more scratches to her ears. She would have entirely been enjoying herself if the goats hadn't poignantly reminded her of the situation with her brother and the party. She wished she could just go to the car and wait it out there, but her brother had the keys and she wasn't going to be able to get him out of the loft or house to get them from him.

The faint bleat sounded again and this time more of the goats answered, a few stirring from their sleep to stand up and look around curiously. They were strange looking goats, large and broad bodied instead of the short fat goats she saw at the petting zoos. Their colors ranged from what looked like merle to spotted to pure white, and as they moved they showed off long legs and large floppy ears that swayed back and forth to either side. She paused in scratching the one to see that a few of them were trotting towards the fence with interest, others lingered behind, but they were all interested. Kate stepped off the fence and glanced towards the pasture that was fenced off from them and the larger, heavier and messier looking buck goat was dozing. He hadn't been calling.

"I don't even know how many of you are supposed to be in here." She commented as they began to bleat louder. As she watched them growing more active, she felt a thread of worry uncurl in her belly.

What if someone is drunk and decided to do something stupid? _She could just imagine one of the jocks thinking it great fun to torment a farm animal, she had already snapped at a pair that had come out with girls and tried to get the horses to drink beer for fun. _Well, the most they'll do is make fun of me.

_ _

She left the fence line and aimed herself, roughly, in the direction that the bleat had come from, determined to put a stop to the mischief before it went too far. Goats were such funny little creatures, no one should harm or distress one. It took her some time to get around the dark pasture, the half moon making it hard to see anything as she nearly fell on her rump half a dozen times before she found herself just behind the barn where there was a barren patch of land that was probably some old pasture that had been retired ages ago. She spotted the goat immediately, it was crouched oddly, the tail wagging furiously while the head was tucked down, the entire posture unnatural looking. As if someone had tied to poor thing up and contorted the limbs all wrong.

"Shh, it's okay... I'm here.." She murmured softly, trying to sound soothing as she inched towards the poor creature.

"Kaaa-aaaa-aaate?!" Mark's garbled voice came out in a strange half-bleat as the form resolved itself in front of her.

Her twin stood up, swaying strangely and splaying his legs open wide while his hands reached back to grab at the fence to keep himself upright. For just a moment, her eyes refused to see what the problem was, she just saw her brother in his costume just the way he had been earlier, but the impression was dashed as he stepped forward. His legs were wrong, his body held at a strange angle as she saw his ears swinging backwards to either side of his head. Everything about him was just slightly off as he tried to walk smoothly, but he minced on two hooves, stumbling over them and catching himself only by virtue of the fact he walked along the fence line. The light of the moon didn't give her a good look, but she got enough of one to see something had changed.

_It's a joke, he's pulling a prank. _ She thought with outrage and drew herself up, balling her fists a bit. She had enough of his pranks and jokes, enough of the way he was always belittling her interests.

"Give me the keys, I'm waiting in the car!" She snapped and stuck her hand out demandingly, but Mark only blinked and kept struggling towards her. "Now! I'm done with your shit."

"Peh-leeeaaa-aaaa-aaaase! Heeeelp." The words slurred out, bleating and choked as he came in closer. "Chaaa-aaa-aaaanging!"

She could barely understand what he was saying as he stumbled against her suddenly, his hands reaching out with the thick gloves to grab her so that he remained on two legs. She tried to shake him off, jerking backwards, but he followed. The moment he came in close she wrinkled her nose up at the scent of him, he reeked like the goats did, the pungent acrid smell that was just a part of them was wafting from him as he blinked at her in the moonlight. His eyes didn't seem right close up, they were slanted strangely and tilted up, his face seemed longer and his lips thinner as he clung to her. His palms felt hot to her bare arms, the thick hoof tips bit into her as she tried to shake him off again, but he only bleated out in protest. It was a sound answered from up on the pasture, the little herd of goats calling back at him.

"What are you playing at?" Kate hissed, feeling his weight hanging on her as he stumbled again and his ears flattened down tight.

His ears flattened down. She watched them moving! She saw the little muscles along the edges of his cheek twitch with the movement and that's when she really looked at him, touched him. The hands that gripped her were all wrong, the fingers weren't individual now, two thick nails gripped her with a smaller thumb that was barely there. She had helped make the gloves, there had been five different fingers there, they could be held together to make them seem more like hooves, but not like this. He reeked strongly of animal musk, it wafted from the fur that covered his body. She felt it, not on cloth, but actually growing from his skin as he shuddered a little and looked at her wildly, his eyes looking strangely large in the light.

As she watched, the moonlight showed the whites disappearing rapidly, they were being swallowed into something darker as the entire edge of the eye began to change shape. They became larger, shifting to the sides just enough that she let out a startled gasp and jerked backwards. Mark wasn't prepared for the motion, he jerked with her and fell forward with a wild sounding bleat as he dropped awkwardly, shifting to his side to try and look up at her. A goat's eyes looked at her while he panted and tried to say something, his lips opening before the bleat came out. Kate just stood there, for a moment frozen by the horror of seeing her twin slowly starting to change in front of her, something impossible, and undeniably happening.

"I.. I don't even know what to do!" She stammered, and he glared at her, trying to get up, and the movements caused something lower on his body to wobble and shift.

She hadn't been looking at that part of her twin, she really hadn't, but the movement drew her eyes until she was able to make out a pair of heavy balls between his legs as he got onto his knees, making them droop down low to the ground. He had changed with more than just his head, his pants were gone, they had adjusted themselves accordingly, right down to the triangle shaped tail that crowned the apex of his rump cheeks that twitched and quivered back and forth. Whatever was happening, it was real, too real to be denied, he was changing into his costume, a goat creature. He got his hooves under him, but didn't seem able to stand up as he jerked his head up and glared at her. The anger in the strange eyes demanding that she do something to help him instead of just standing there staring at his changed body.

Expecting her help, despite how he treated her. Expecting that she would do whatever he needed her to do to get him out of this. He mocked her, made her life harder than he should have, refused to even help her in the smallest ways, and expected her to drop everything to be the one to help him. The anger and resentment that had been building as she stood alone outside of the party came to a head, all of the little annoyances and blows to her pride, her self esteem. Why should she help him? He often went out of his way to embarrass her in front of others, make her a laughing stock with his little barbed comments, there was no reason at all she should help him.

_Why shouldn't I give him a taste of his own medicine? _ The thought wasn't like her, but it blossomed in her mind as she watched him try to get back onto his two hooves, a strange bestial sheath swayed at his lower belly.

"Well, Happy Halloween, brother." She murmured and took a step forward, reaching out to tug one of his long goatish ears. "I think we'll have to celebrate it properly for once."

Her brother's eyes widened at her, angry and shocked at the tone as she tugged firmly on the ear and made him tumble back to all fours. It wasn't like he had control enough of his body to stop her, he was as helpless as any farm animal. For once, she was the one that had all of the control and power to make his life better... or worse. She knew which one she would choose.

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Mark couldn't stand tall, he couldn't stand at all, his body felt strange and bowed as he stumbled forward with his fingers growing harder to move. The hoof was moving upwards along his fingers and towards his wrist, changing from five digits to something more disturbing. The cloven hooves were much like his boots had been, but smaller and daintier. He was distracted trying to keep himself moving, his hooves skittering across the ground while his ear was gripped firmly by his twin. He wanted to tug his way out from the hold, glaring at her as she kept walking, taking him towards a small looking paddock that hugged right up against the barn. What was she doing?! She needed to get him out of here so he could piece out what had happened to him and why. He gave a rear and jerk of his head, twisting it to one side only to bleat out in pain as his sensitive ear was drawn taut.

He had seen his twin as a way for him to get out of here, as he'd watched his body changing in a slow crawl he had been in a panic. He hadn't known how to leave or where to go, but at least his twin was there for him, it wasn't like he was shocked to find her alone. She seemed to understand that he was changing, but she wasn't doing what he wanted her to do. He wanted her to get the keys to his car and get out of here, find a way to find the source of what was happening to him to put a stop to it, not drag him about by the ear. He splayed his legs, his hind legs, his hooves digging into the ground as he tried to rear up again, only to feel his arms refusing to do what he told them too. His elbow felt higher up than it used to be, bending oddly as he kicked out with his fore hooves and felt the smooth soft flesh of his ear slipping past her hold.

"Hold still!" Kate reached out, and this time grabbed one of his horns, one of his very real horns, to hold him still. "Do you want someone to come out and see you like this?"

Mark paused and glared up at her, jerking his head and trying to point back to where he had parked the car. They wouldn't see me if we just left!

_ _

"Of course, if you want to go walk past everyone like this and think they won't notice that it's you, by all means." The hold on his horn released him and he took a few steps back, licking his lips nervously. He tried to get up, but the weight was all off. "Well, go on! Go back to the car, I bet you'll not stand out at all clambering around on all fours!"

_I'd make it if she would just help me! _ He glared at her, ears pulled back and tried to protest, the sound bleating out loudly, but she only smiled smugly.

"I thought you'd see it my way, now come here, we need you to be out of sight." She grabbed his horn again and he was distressed to feel just how solidly it had grown against his head.

As he was pulled towards the paddock, he realized that his arms were changing rapidly, starting to shift to the point that his wrist felt higher up and bent more dramatically as he walked. He could only imagine what it would be like trying to get to the car, especially with the fact that he could still feel his bare torso and back. They might think he was an animal that had gotten loose, but that certainly didn't make it a sure bet that he could reach the car. If someone was sober enough to think one of the farm animals had gotten out they would probably set up the alert and have great fun chasing him right back, and come close enough to see what was happening. So he was forced to follow his twins help, even if he was mortified that she kept grabbing at his ears and horn so he couldn't duck away.

Kate struggled a little with a gate, pushing at it and dragging it open with a loud screeching sound that sent Mark's ears flat to his head. His twin seemed to be entirely confident as she stepped behind him and she used one of her legs to push him into the paddock. He startled forward the first brush of her knee against his ass, making him stumble a few steps forward. There was a sharp scent on the air, a bit stronger away from the scent of human and liquor from the barn, the smell of musky animals and waste. He crinkled his nose up slightly and felt his lips pulling strangely as he did so. Something wasn't right about how they were sitting, he could feel the apex of the lips being pulled apart along a split that ran up towards his nose.

"I'm going to go and get the car, just relax and be patient okay?" Kate tugged his pouch off of him as he worked his tongue out, feeling what had changed. "I'm sure you can keep yourself out of trouble for that long."

Mark's lips were thinner, there was a split right up towards the line of his nose, a nose that was no longer jutting out like it had before. It was flat and smooth, no longer exactly in his eyes as he tried to look cross eyed to see what had changed. How much more could change? His costume was detailed, but it had left key parts of his humanity revealed! He barely heard the gate shut behind him, but when he did he whipped around and bleated out a protest. The metal latch had been clicked home as Kate stepped away from the fence with a cheerful wave. Why had she locked it shut? She should have left it open! His ears folded back against his head, his tail twitched down a few inches along his haunches as he trotted to the gate and gave it a few pushes with his head, scrabbling with one hoof to try and get it open.

For the first time since this had all started, he felt a twinge of absolute helplessness as his attempts to scrape and coax the gate open did nothing more than rattle it back and forth. He couldn't open it any more than a normal animal could have opened it. He reared onto his haunches and bleated out again, hurting his throat to call out as loudly as he could towards his twin, he didn't want to be trapped in a pasture. He wanted to at least have the option of running away if he had to. There was a faint answer to his cry, but it wasn't a human reply, the distant sound of bleating that had mocked him earlier echoed back to him as he dropped down to all fours and snorted out a puff of fogged breath. His entire jaw line felt strangely elongated, aching dimly along the edges as he glanced around miserably. Sure, he looked like he belonged here, but he had no escape if someone did decide to poke their head into the pastures.

It was a clatter of the doors opening that made him finally bolt from his position near the gate, the slamming of a back door and the laughter of his classmates. He was relatively sure that he'd look like a goat to them, but he couldn't risk them actually being able to see who it really was and try to come talk to him. The idea was enough to make him pick up his hooves into a faster and more awkward run to get away from his friends. He was all too well aware of the fact that a pair of heavy balls were swaying between his legs, the jutting sheath was bumping this way and that against his stomach. He didn't even have a human cock anymore, but some foul bestial one complete with stiff guard hairs running all the way up to the tip. Further in the pasture, away from them, he'd be able to be hidden and wait for his sister to come and rescue him.

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Kate watched her twin bolting up in the darkness, a little smile on her lips at the way he was struggling to run. Not that goats ran gracefully, but he was taking it to a new level as he was nearly tripping over his cloven hooves. She had locked the gate for a reason, hoping that he'd try to go further up into the main pastures instead of lingering near the fence line. She had noticed earlier that there were a series of chutes that joined the pastures together, most of which had been open with the exception of the billy goats and a few of the horses that were turned out for the evening. It was the first time her being shunned from a social situation worked out in her favor. She would help him out, after all, he was her brother and twin, but she wasn't going to just let him get out of this scot free.

She stepped back into the barn, blinking as she adjusted to the light and tried to gauge how to go about things. She had no idea how to bring up what she wanted people to see without sounding like she was some sort of weird pervert. She pushed through the crowd, most people were bleary eyed with too much alcohol, a few were obviously smoking pot judging by the smell. She had to struggle to get through the crowd and towards the back portion of the barn that overlooked the pastures. It was obviously an old hay loft door that was no longer in use save for the party it served as a way to have drinks laid out and some seating away from the heat of packed peoples bodies. It also overlooked the pasture.

It was too dark to see well, but that didn't matter, she glanced in the direction the goats were and licked her lips nervously. She just had to embarrass him, humiliate him, it wouldn't take that long and it was as harmless for him as it had been to her when he did it. She kept focused on the pasture, hoping to see something, but it was too dark, all that mattered was that it wasn't so dark as to be unbelievable that she had spotted something. Her stomach did a nervous little flip fop at what she was going to do, unsure if she could get the nerve up to draw so much attention to herself. She glanced around at the food table, a few people were there, most of them a bit too heavy with drink, but that was all to the better. She drew in a breath, bracing herself, now or never.

"Oh no! Is that billy supposed to be in with the girl goats?" She asked to no one in particular, just pitched her voice high in the air. "I thought he had his own little stall?"

"Huh?" The guy at the table, one of the lower classman gave her a blank look. "Goat? What goat?"

"Out there! The male goat is out, I just saw him going after some of the females. Are they supposed to be doing that?" She pitched her voice to sound worried, better to sound worried than be accused of finding it hot.

"Huh?" The boy got up and blinked in confusion, leaning to look out of the window. "I don't see anything."

"I just saw him." She insisted and was rewarded with another person shifting to peer out the window.

"Probably havin' a good night like the rest of us." He slurred and the girl near him giggled at the joke. "Don't worry about it."

_Damn. I need them out there. _ She glanced back at the door and then towards the ones that took an interest.

"Probably." She tried not to blush as hotly as she wanted. "I wonder if that's really what he's doing out there with them."

"Huh, filthy goat's probably gonna go through all of them." The first boy let out a laugh. "I wonder how many are out there?"

"Hell if I know, probably just a couple. I don't see anything either, you're probably seeing things." The second one dismissed.

"Oh, I wonder if it was someone drunk and up to no good." Kate nibbled her bottom lip in mock worry. "Maybe someone should go see?"

"Might be kinda hot seeing animals doing it." The girl spoke up and Kate nearly let out a cheer as the boy she was with grinned down at her. "Come on, it might be nice to take a walk."

_Yes! _ She straightened up a little and kept her mouth shut, they might not do it if they knew she was interested. She had no doubt that everyone would see her brother naked and on all fours, it was a magnificent prank. They wouldn't know it was him, but he would know and they'd be fixated on him since he would be the obviously male one.

It's not like any harm will come from it, and afterwards I'll do something to help him. She told herself, for now she would just enjoy coming out on top of things.

~ ~ * ~ ~

_ _

Mark was breathing faster as he went up the little hill and passed through a narrow chute that was almost too narrow for him to wiggle through. He didn't know when the air had started to smell so good, but the moment he noticed he began to suck in lungfuls of the sweet scent. His slotted nostrils spread wide, dragging in the strange scents as he wriggled his way through the chute and pricked his ears up high on his head. It wasn't like any smell he had experienced before, his sensitive nose tasted the sharp musk on the air that had his tail twitching back and forth, his body feeling hot and uncomfortable as he continued on. It was humiliating to be snuffling the air like an animal, but the stronger it became, the harder it was to really think. He gave his head a few shakes back and forth to clear it as he stepped into a larger pasture and paused to try to think straight.

-WHAM!-

The loud impact made him bleat out in shock as something rocked the fence next to him, the wood groaning in protest as the creature rammed forward again. The darkness hid most of him, but not enough to blur what it was, a billy goat was hitting the fence, his horns aimed down and his shoulder bunched up as he rammed himself against the fence pole several times. The fence rattled under the impact again before the beast stepped back and snorted. Mark flinched and scrambled to the side, the last thing he wanted to do was to end up with a fight with a goat while he waited for his twin to arrive. And the goat seemed enraged at the sight of him, pacing and stomping as he paced back and forth with his short triangle shaped tail remained erect and quivering.

Great.. He snorted out, the harsh scent of male briefly relieving the sweet smell that had lured him on through the pasture.

He dropped his head down, horrified to see that his head was changing when he tried to rub his nose against his, now, foreleg. His lips were pushing out, his nose forming a muzzle that jutted out to form a crude looking muzzle. His teeth were shifting in the muzzle, his eyes were having trouble focusing properly as he tried to swallow down his fear. Something he found disturbingly easy as he picked up the sweet scent again, this time it was mingled with the harsher scent of the male goat that was still scuffing the ground and posing threateningly at the other side of the fence. It was thicker now, filling his nose and making a flush of heat running over his body and his mind feel slow. What was out here that smelled so good? It wasn't food, it didn't make him hungry at all, it roused more disturbing sensations in him.

The closest he could compare the scent to was Simone when she was wearing a certain perfume that he absolutely adored, it always made him wonder what it would be like to taste it on her skin, if it would taste as sweet as it smelled. He drew in a deeper breath and let out an automatic little bleat, his ears going up as he heard an answering sound. He snuffed deeper, his tail wagging back and forth rapidly while he turned and pricked his ears up to the sound, finding himself face to face with a small band of goats. He immediately stumbled backwards, expecting one to charge him just like the one behind the fence had started to charge. Except, they didn't, they stared at him, a few of them still chewing on their grass with no indication that they were concerned that he was in their space. His ears dropped down a little bit as he stepped back and tasted the scent on the air again, stronger this time, flooding his nostrils to the point that he couldn't quite think.

He tried to sneeze it out, breathing through his mouth, but it was filling his senses with a restless desire that he was humiliated to even be feeling around the animals. The goats were patchy white and brown and black, some with bolder marks, but all of them were female. The smell was coming from _them! _He flushed hotly as the musky sweet scent wafted towards him, from one of the goats in particular. Most of the females boasted massive udders that swung beneath their hind legs showing that they had likely had babies, at least, his poor knowledge of farm animals told him that. The one doe that smelled so sweet had a small tight udder, her body smaller and a little more delicate looking as if she were just now growing into her adult body. And she smelled heavenly.

His upper lip twitched up in the air, sucking down a breath while his tail started to wag back and forth wildly. It smelled so good, he was having problems thinking as he stepped forward and twitched his ears back against his head and snuffed, his chest barreling out as he tried to swallow down the sweet scent that was filling his nose had his body flushing strangely. He wanted to ignore it, but some part of his mind was entirely focused on that smell! That lovely wonderful smell that was screaming through his mind and wanting him to go forward. He let out a strangled little bleat as he stumbled forward automatically, his skin so hot that it felt tight. He dropped his tail down and tried to get his legs to stop, but the little goat bleated out and sniffed towards her eagerly and lifted his head up high in the air with his narrow slotted nostrils quivering.

He wasn't thinking about his body as he approached her, he was thinking about the need that was blossoming through his mind that had his tail held up high in the air, his neck stretching out. Mark gave a little step forward, close enough that his muzzle nearly touched her. The scent was sharper and sweeter, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he nearly panted in that scent. He felt shifting beneath him, the warm glistening tip of his cock slipped from his sheath as he sucked down her scent and was shocked when the little doe suddenly bleated out and turned about in answer to his presence. He might have been okay if she hadn't turned, but the moment she did he caught the strongest whiff of her scent so far. It wasn't like Simone's perfume at all, it wasn't like any perfume in the world, it was raw and animalistic, thick and cloying as even in the darkness he could see the pink cunny hidden beneath the tail.

Oh.. oh god, that's what it is. _ He trembled and splayed his legs, trying to will himself away as he tasted the hot pheromone laden scent on the air. _I'm not an animal!!

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Mark locked in place, his eyes were locked on the sweet little cunny glistening in the darkness, the puffy folds engorged with her estrus while there was a trickle of wetness showing between them. He immediately flicked his tongue out in the air and tried to taste the warm scents, his shaft pushing outwards from the furry sheath beneath his belly. He could feel the cool air on his cock tip, the dampness oozing around the edges and towards the base as he began to breath faster, huffing and shivering while drinking it down. It smelled like nothing else in the world, sweet and delicious, so alluring that his cock was rapidly staring to push all the way out, humiliatingly aroused by the sight and smell of her. He licked and flicked his tongue out rapidly, sliding his head forward as his newly formed muzzle nearly slipped between the hind legs. He wanted to know if it tasted as sweet as it smelled, and the little female did nothing to stop him, she all but bugged for him to do more.

"Oh! I guess you were right, looks like he's chasing a doe!" A slurring voice laughed and jerked Mark from his edging towards the haunches.

"Is he supposed to be in there?" Another voice spoke up and the former boy turned about, seeing shapes moving to the fence line. More than one or two, a small group!

"Eh, probably, I'm just watching the place and feeding them, that's all." The first voice spoke up, Jake, the one that always held the party. "Heh, go on, fella, we're not going to take her away fella!"

"Maybe he's shy." Someone giggled, it was one of his teammates, mocking him. Mark tried to back away from the doe, a blush running through his ears in utter humiliation. "Come on! She's begging for it!"

Where is Kate?! He looked around wildly, seeing more people were making their way up to the fence, most of them walking in the slightly tilted way to show they were drunk.

"Are we really going to watch goats fuck?" A girl asked and Mark backed away, one step, but it was all he could manage as the little goat kept peering back at him with her tail jerked up as high as it could go.

"Hehe, why not? I mean, you ever see them do it?" Mark kept staring at the goat, he couldn't take his eyes away from those glistening puffy folds. Even them watching didn't lower his desire to sniff closer to those promising cunny lips.

"No, but.." The girl was silenced with a hoot of laughter and something suddenly slapped him against the ass cheek. An empty can had been lobbed at him, startling him into bolting forward to crash against the haunches.

"Come on! Go get her!!" One of his teammates yelled out laughing. "What are you waiting for?!"

The cat calls and hoots continued on, mortified, mark tried to inch away further into the darkness, how long before one of them saw that he wasn't really a goat?! Oh god, they'd think he was some sort of freak in the middle of the pasture sniffing at the goat's haunches. He got a few inches away when the female goat turned about again and let out a high pitched bleat of protest when he moved away. She swung around, her haunches following him much to the laughter of the people at the fence line. He couldn't ignore it, it was delicious smelling, sweet and alluring so that his cock started to push back out of his sheath again. It was as if he had no control over himself, he couldn't stop it from happening, he could just breathe deep of that female scent.

He heard their laughter behind him, the mockery as he sniffed forward, his humiliation completed when he leaned forward to sniff at the tail base and the doe suddenly jerked back, forcibly grinding him briefly against the estrus swollen pussy. He jerked backwards, leaping a few steps back and flicking his ears against his head as he did so. The harsh reek made it impossible to sort out anything except the sudden blind need that made his hips give a jerk, his tongue jutted out in the air and his upper lips curled back as he swallowed down the scent. He wanted it, all of it, he wanted to be closer to her. He shoved his head forward, blindly seeking the scent again and flicked out his tongue, the instinctive movement sending the pad of his tongue up and grinding against the plush folds, the sweet strange scent spread over his taste buds.

"He wanted me to see this?!" Simone's voice was outraged and amused both, bringing Mark's head up slightly in horror. "He has a sick sense of humor if he thinks this would make me forgive him!"

"Nah, he just said that there was something happening out back, I thought he'd be here." Kate's voice was innocent sounding, but it was enough that Mark turned and bleated out, enraged. "I'm sorry, I just thought he meant it was something interesting and I know you two were fighting..."

"It's not your fault." Simone looked down at his twin with a mixture of annoyance and sympathy. "He's just being annoying tonight, and it was the last straw. I can't believe he even thought this was interesting! Is that male even supposed to be in there?!"

"Aw c'mon, Simone, it's funny. You just missed him eating her out, little horn dog." One of Mark's teammates laughed as he leaned against the fence, one hand clutching a beer. "You can't tell me you were enjoying all that shit going on in the barn. The music sucks."

"Go on, boy! Get her!" One of his team-mates, Sean, called out laughing while Mark remained frozen with horror.

Kate was coming up to the fence with a smug smile on her face, she didn't even try to act like she was abashed that an entire group had come out. She knew they were here, she'd brought Simone with her. He couldn't believe that she'd do this to him, that she'd just let him become a mockery for the entire school. He knew he wasn't entirely covered in fur, he could feel his chest, it was bear, his face still had human features, all it would take would be one person to really look at him and he'd be called out as a pervert and it wasn't even his fault. He bleated miserably and scrambled backwards, his body shaking as the doe continued to glare him with increasing need and frustration that he wasn't doing what she wanted him to do.

"Maybe he's just not sure what to do." Kate spoke up very softly, almost like she was trying to hide that she was the one speaking, and Mark glared at her. She just looked at him, a little smile on her face, taking in his predicament with obvious enjoyment.

"Aw c'mon, give us a show." One of the boys called out and leaned against the fence. "If he's not going to do it we might as well go in."

_Good! Get out of here! _ Mark wanted to snap, but his relief was short lived as his team mate Sean suddenly let out a disgusted noise and stepped up onto the fence.

"Well, maybe he just needs a hand." Sean grinned back at the girl he had brought out, leaping over the fence with a bit of a grunt. "Seems like I can give him a few pointers on how to get this show started."

The rest of the females bolted away, bleating unhappily at the invasion of a human into their paddock, but the doe in front of him remained standing with her legs slightly splayed and staring back at him. Mark tried to get his legs to move, but he was locked close to that scent, still yearning towards the upturned tail. Sean was drunk, stumbling and laughing as people began to cheer him on towards his goal. Mark had never really liked Sean, the older boy was more attractive, more athletic, more interesting than he was, which often put them together as rivals for girls and on the team, except he was normally on the losing end. He managed a stumbling step back as Sean laughingly made his way towards the doe.

Mark felt as if his head were about to explode, it was filled with thoughts that made no sense, thoughts about the doe and what he wanted to do. Every time he had been with Simone and she'd told him to not to go any further he had felt needy and frustrated, but nothing like this. His heart was pounding so that he could barely look at his former team mate and make sense of what was happening. He just wanted to scramble on the female's back and.. the thought made him shudder, his nostrils flaring wide again as his back hunched and he did a little thrust with the thoughts going through his mind. Precum splattered against his chest wetly, dribbling down towards his forelegs as he tried to strangle the thoughts.

"C'mon fella, look at her, she's just begging for it." Sean slurred and reached out to pat the doe on the back, the little female just tensed her legs up further and bleated out.

"You show him, Sean!" Someone hooted out, and Simone even laughed and shook her head in amusement at the joking around. "Maybe you should have at her!"

"Oh yeah, right, who do I look like? Mark? Oh man, where is he?" Sean laughed and reached down to grab the base of the does tail. "C'mere, ya stupid animal, can't you figure this out?"

Mark might have withstood the taunting, it was humiliating enough, but as the doe reacted to the touch by dropping her haunches and wet sweet honey dribbled out of the puffy cunny lips, the scent on the air spiking up. He wanted it, his humiliation and confusion passed into raw need as he stumbled forward and saw Sean waving the does' tail mockingly at him. It was worse now, his balls ached with need as her glistening folds were presented to him. His team mate went so far as to reach down and use his thumb and finger to spread the cunny open, spreading the taut little folds open to show the smooth inner lining perfectly.

"Ew! You're touching her!" Someone laughed and Sean only snorted with amusement.

"Hey, I'm not a faggy goat that can't figure out what he's supposed to do at least!" Sean called back and waggled the doe's haunches again.

Mark was nearly crying with humiliation as he felt his hips bucking under him. His balls felt tight and painfully bumped against his inner hind legs as he kept walking forward. He couldn't stop himself, he was staring at that cunny and thinking of only one thing, he wanted on the girl, he wanted it more than he could explain. It hurt denying himself the doe, he stumbled forward again, step by slow step, body quivering and shuddering before the doe let out a little startled bleat as Sean reached down to tweak her teats. What sort of sick person was his team mate?

The thought flew out of his mind as the doe bleated out again, high pitched and needy, calling for him desperately so he bleated back and lunged forward, pushing his nose down as he gave up the attempt to hold back. His nose dipped down and shoved under her tail while Sean watched, his features flushed in embarrassment, but he couldn't help himself, he had been struggling for so long he just wanted to put an end to the need that had grown to the point of madness. He licked out hotly with the bridge of his tongue, pushing upwards with a powerful stroke and running up against the inner folds, flicking out against the outer lips before he groaned out and shuddered. Just as he licked the pussy, a hand wrapped around his bared cock tip, he felt the gentle touch suddenly cupping around him and pulling, a delightful sensation that made him buck forward as his tongue pushed out against the doe.

"I figured he might need some help." Kate spoke up almost shy sounding as Mark attempted to pull his head back, it didn't work, his body wanted this.

_Why is she doing this?! _ He thought despairingly while his tongue flicked out rapidly, pushing and rolling between the swollen lips as the wetness coated his strange muzzle messily. That scent, that taste, he felt the hand moving down his cock towards his sheath.

People were laughing, that outraged laughter that meant they were too drunk to realize just how wrong all of this was and Kate fondled his sheath, tugging it back so that every last dark red inch of his changed cock jutted in the air. His tongue flickered out, dancing around the edge of the swollen inner lining, rolling his tongue back and forth to scoop up the wetness. He couldn't get himself to obey his mind, his body was throbbing and hot, flaring with a desire that made him hump into his twin's hand, feeling her fingers dancing up towards the cock tip, coating the fingers before they trailed down again. His cock started to stiffen, quivering and pulsing in the air as he puffed out a breath only to have the doe push back against him with another high pitched bleat.

"You're sick, you know that?!" Sean laughed, but he wasn't insulting her, it was a strange compliment as the hand squeezed around his sheath and made him buck forward again wildly.

"I guess I'm a little sick." Kate agreed and Mark saw her blushing out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly her hand reached to grab one of his oversized balls. "But I've never really been around a goat before. Did you see these?"

"Yeah, jesus, what does he need with balls that size? They're the size of your hand!" Sean was talking, but Mark could see him watching Kate, he knew that look, he knew what his teammate was thinking. He wanted to bleat out in anger, but it was impossible as the fingers ran beneath him and turned his protest into a whimpery little sound.

Her fingers worked his sheath around his cock, a sensation he had never imagined he'd feel, but the way the pouch of flesh caressed back and forth sent shudders running down his spine. It was nothing like the fingers at all. The pouch hugged around his girth, pulling up to swallow his tip before pulling backwards so that it jutted out straight beneath him. The doe pushed back against him, his chin slipped upwards and suddenly pushed right up along the curve of the haunches, brushing against the tail. As the haunches pushed back against him, his twin suddenly reached down to grab his forelegs and gave a pull. The startling pull made his body react instinctively, leaping forward with a loud bleat as Sean backed off laughing and Mark felt his legs sliding to either side of the haunches. Her body was so warm under him, her bleating cries and the scent blended together until he lunged forward and rammed against her, nearly dropping the female to her knees.

Her head ducked down as he tried to get his legs to hook properly around the haunches, his belly pushing over her tail as he strained his neck forward. She was bucking under him, trying to startle forward, but Sean was holding her still as Mark blindly jerked his hips back and forth, licking out against her shoulder rapidly. His muzzle was damp with her arousal, it coated his taste buds and nostrils while he started to shudder and drive forward, his narrow cock tip bounced against the haunches wildly, catching against her tail. He heard people talking, their laughter and cat calls and it didn't matter, only some part deep inside of him was humiliated, the rest of him was utterly locked into the moment as he tried to find the fertile little cunny. His balls swayed back and forth, bumping against her as he gave several little hops forward, awkwardly prodding this way and that.

"Aww come on, you can do it." Sean encouraged him while he held the doe still. "It's not that hard, she's begging it! Help him, why don't you, Kate?"

"Okay, he doesn't seem to know what to do with a real female." Kate's voice was mocking as her hand reached down and Mark bleated out in anger, an anger that slipped away the moment her fingers wrapped around his stiff red boned shaft.

She pulled him forward by the most sensitive appendage imaginable, forcing him to step forward on his hind legs with an awkward little jump step before aiming him down to the slippery hot cunny. His glans kissed against her opening, feeling the plump outer lips grinding against him, he didn't listen to his screaming thoughts, he lunged forward with a kick of his hind legs, throwing his haunches forward so his cock tip speared into the snug breeding passage. The inner walls wrapped around him, untested muscles squeezed greedily as he bleated out in shock at the sensation of his too sensitive girth pushing deeper and deeper into the passage, splaying the walls until the little doe started to bleat out in confused need.

The first splatter of syrupy precum oozed into the passage, he felt it squelching around the edges and pushing down towards his stiff haired sheath. Kate went behind him and 'helpful' pushed him forward with a rough push against his ass. His balls slapped forward towards the taut little udder while the thickness of his base pried the little doe open as wide as she would go. Mark trembled, horrified at what he was doing, but it felt so good, it felt better than anything he had ever imagined a female could feel. If it had been Simone it would have been a dream come true, but it wasn't it was an animal, a creature that bleated mindlessly beneath him while her juices were squeezed out messily along the base of his shaft. He couldn't stop himself, he didn't want to stop, he dragged backwards with a lewd wet noise, stepping nervously as his forelegs curled beneath the body and pushed his hooves against the stiff little teats.

He didn't need Kate's help a second time, he drove forward with a wild thrust that knocked the doe a few steps in front of him. The feel of her moving made him panic, he dropped his head and blindly reached for her scruff, biting down roughly and squeezing as he drove his cock back into the hilt again, his balls grinding against her as he tried to drag her back. Someone commented that he looked like he must have been a virgin stud, the insult stung some part of him, but it wasn't the part of him that was dragging back through the contracting and suckling muscles. He was lost in the way they kept tightening and relaxing, her juices and his own precum squelched out loudly as his base plunged forward and ground all the way into her passage before there was another slow drag backwards. He shuddered and squeezed his eyes shut, feeling every rippling contraction that pulled around him, making it a struggle to pull his way from her body.

"Not such a little queer now, are ya?" Sean laughed above him, the mockery stinging, but not enough to jar Mark from his pleasure.

"Maybe a hole is just a hole to him." Kate remarked, the insult biting as he had said it to her in the past when he'd made fun of her for trying to attract guys with her outfits.

"Heh, that's the spirit." Sean approved, and shifted closer to her, his eyes looking at Mark's twin with some appreciation.

_Stupid.. why doesn't she just help me!! I'd help her if she got in this much trouble! _ He tried to control himself, but he lunged forward again, piercing into the fiery heat of the fertile body and slammed home with a heavy clapping of his balls.

He tensed his grip on her scruff, holding blindly as he began to hammer into the passage, plunging in and out of her, forcing the snug cunny to mold around him as if she were made for him. The wet splatters of his precum oozed constantly from the his cock tip, the drops being flung into the passage in a slow steady eruption that mingled freely with her own heated juices. He scrabbled with his hind legs against her haunches, heaving himself forward with short rough bucks that nearly toppled his fuck toy, but it was the only thing he could do to take out his frustration his humiliation. He couldn't stop it, he couldn't even pretend he wasn't savoring every suckling pull of the doe's pussy, he could just take his frustrations out by hammering harder and faster, grunting out as the little doe bleated and splayed her hind legs open wider, obviously unprepared for the buck to claim her as roughly as he was.

As the walls closed down, he felt his cock tip brushing against the barrier deep inside of her the passage as he bunched forward wildly. His balls were aching for release, the walls started to tighten to the point that he could barely push through them, it was a struggle to drag backwards again. His ears fell back against his head, his body shuddered as the little doe suddenly writhed and tried to wriggle away beneath him. He let out a ragged protest and threw his weight forward with a rough lunge that kicked his hind legs up from the ground. The moment he hammered into her, he realized it was going too deep, he released the doe's neck and let out a cry of shock as his cock tip kissed right against the puckered cervix and suddenly nudged the dilated passage open to wrap around his cock tip.

His balls heaved up and forced up a rush of sperm rich cum to spray out of his cock tip in a pressured rush that he wasn't prepared for. He had never come this way in his life, it was a thin spray that squirted right into the doe's cervix, the eruption spread through the vulnerable fertile belly in a hot creamy rush that sent his sperm spreading through her. His balls quivered and heaved, throbbing, spitting up every last drop into the doe beneath him, her body struggling to hold him up as his body did it's best to throw a kid in her belly. He was horrified, he wanted to be disgusted, but all he felt was a wave of relief as the pressure relieve itself, finally letting him breathe a sigh of relief as the ache of his balls faded.

"Ew!!!" Kate yelped out and jerked away, nearly crashing against Sean as Mark pulled back and felt a squirt of his cum erupting out around his cock to splatter to the ground.

_How much did I put in her? _ He wondered in humiliation, his cock slurping out of the puffy cunny with a wet sound before Mark dropped back to all fours.

"Guess he was pent up." Sean moved to slip an arm around his twin, the older boy grinning a little bit in appreciation for the view.

"I can't believe you did that!" Simone's voice made Mark jerk his head and look away, the entire fence line was crowded with people.

"Heh, best show of the night, he certainly had his fun." Someone slurred from the other side of the fence, they were drunk, all drunk. "Wonder if he'll go for round two?"

"I bet we could get him too." Kate spoke up, her voice a little breathy and playful as Sean kept his hand wrapped around her, rubbing delicately. How dare he?! Didn't she know what a creep he was?

_Not that I fucking care! _ Mark was infuriated as he backed away from the group, trying not to look at the glistening lips that were drooling his cum to the ground.

"Go grab one of the other does!" Someone called out, and a few other people started to applaud the idea so that Mark felt sick to his stomach.

"I heard they can go with just a few minutes in between each one! Want to place some bets?!" The laughter continued while he stepped backwards, his ears folded down as flat as they would go, miserable and humiliated by their suggestions. Why would Kate let this happen to him?!

He ended up against a fence as far as he could get from them, Kate didn't follow, but made a show of petting the little doe's head that he had fucked. She made much of the little thing, rubbing her ears and behind them lightly, stroking this way and that while they all made suggestions about what to do next or how to get the rest of the herd down. The way she looked at him, the way she positioned the female made him look at the violated cunny any time he glanced over at them, the mess plain on her just as he could smell it all over his muzzle. Their jokes and mockery eventually ended when one of the young men who threw the party came out.

"What the hell?! Why didn't someone come and get me?!" The boy sounded annoyed and angry as he stormed up, makeup messed up as he glared at his brother. "Seriously? You're just letting them run wild out here? Get out of there, you two!"

"Sorry, but he was already in here when we saw him." Sean spoke up, apologizing with a bit of laughter that didn't sound sorry at all. "Figured it was alright."

"No, it's really not!" The older boy snapped, looking frustrated and out of sorts. "Did Mick tell you this was okay?! I'm going to throttle him!"

_Finally, he'll at least get them out of here and I get Kate to do something to help me! _ Mark had never been so hurt, he couldn't understand why Kate was doing this to him. It was obvious something was horribly wrong, something impossible, and she didn't seem to care.

"Sorry, bro, just thought he was supposed to be here." Mick, the other young man that was watching the farm for their relatives, spoke up with a slightly guilty expression on his face. "I mean, it's not like they weren't planning on breeding them."

"For fuck's sake, get him back in his paddock! We'll just have to say he got out." Was the snapped reply and Mark flicked his eyes back towards his twin, ignoring the fact that Mick was coming over the fence. She was going to let him go now, she had too!

Kate wasn't looking at him, she was talking to Sean with a shy little tilt to her head and her words soft and barely heard as she was moving back to the fence now that the show was 'over'. How could she do that?! Didn't she know the sort of person that he was? She never thought things through, she probably hadn't even thought this entire idea through properly, she'd just thought it was a good idea to humiliate him and gone through with it, even if it meant that the goat that was inching back to her herd was likely filled with his young.

"Come on, Bucky." Mick grumbled and reached out to grab one of his horns, yanking firmly so that his head was turned towards one side. "Let's get you tucked away."

He bleated unhappily while he was tugged forward, his tail tip tucked downwards as he was forced to walk towards the other side of the fence. He just wanted to get somewhere quiet and find a way to get to the car, once he was to his car he could wait out Kate and find a way to change himself back. Or at least find out what was happening. He didn't even fight as the door was open to the paddock, he just trotted in and bolted towards the other side, as far from his laughing classmates as possible. He realized too late that someone else already inhabited the paddock. The real Bucky.

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Judith turned along the corner slowly, her eyes searching the darkness to see the half grown road that she was guiding her car up. The only real guide she had that kept her from rolling through the forest were the grinning faces of the jack-o-lanterns that had been lit and set out, all the way up towards a well-lit farm house that let her make the last few turns without worrying about rasping through the overhanging trees. She let out a sigh of relief as she saw the cars parked all through the front yard, many hidden under the forest line, and saw the one car she was looking for. The spell she had released had tugged her in this direction, but she hadn't used magic in such a long time that she wasn't entirely certain that her location spell would work the way she wanted it too.

At least he's still here. She parked her car and turned it off, hoping she was out of the way enough none of her students would notice her vehicle. _Not that they really pay that much attention. _

_ _

The moment she opened up the door she heard the sound of music echoing down from the barn that was lit up so brightly that she could see most of the area around it. There were Christmas lights and Halloween lights both used to hang in strands from the doorways, pumpkins were everywhere and lined the pathways and open doors brightly. She was grateful that most of the lights would make it easier for her to remain unseen as she searched the moving groups, the laughter and music, the obvious way many of them were struggling to walk upright as a testament to how much they had been drinking. A cursory glance didn't show her Mark's telltale form, but she didn't expect him to be out with the rest of the party goers, not this deep into her spell.

She had felt her spell come to life several hours ago, the thin band between them had drawn tight as he had begun to change. She'd wanted to leave him for the night, let him suffer through the fear and confusion of his costume turning into reality, but she couldn't. She had expected him to remain close to home where he could retreat when the change became too much, but he couldn't make things that easy. He couldn't make anything easy. He was far away, she had known that the moment the spell had intensified, the feel of him faint enough that she had realized he had no chance to get home or back to her so she could put his attempt to blackmail her to rest. At least she had been able to locate him, and could get him out of here before anyone realized what was happening to him. She had already risked enough casting the spell, if normal people saw actual magic it could mean more than the end to her teaching career.

_I knew this was a bad idea, this entire affair was a bad idea. _She sighed to herself and hunched her shoulders, if she had just been able to control herself she wouldn't be in this position.

She kept herself out of view of the party goers and moved through the edges of the music and laughter, trying to make sure no one glanced her way. She tried to look in the shadows, straining to see anything that might be Mark. She had to assume that he knew what was happening to him by now and had gone to hide himself, if not, there would have been a lot more fuss at the party. She went around the barn, hoping that he was smart enough to get out of the crush of people to somewhere more secluded. Her attempt to locate him with a spell had worked, but she was too out of practice to really hone in on him. As she made her way along the fence, she ran into the last person that she wanted to see, quite literally.

"Ms. Minder!" Kate yelped out and stumbled back after Judith bumped right into her. She had a hand half way around an older classman, one that wasn't in her class, but she recognized the face. "What are you doing here?"

"Kate!" Judith felt a cold fist curling in her stomach. A lie came easily to her tongue as she shifted her tone to one of worried annoyance. "I.. Your brother called me, he said he was drunk, I just came to pick him up. Where is he? Are you drunk?"

"N-no." Kate's eyes widened a little bit and the boy at her side let out a snort of laughter.

"He called a teacher?" The young man laughed. "C'mon Kate, let's go."

"Wait, he called you?" His twin persisted and Judith narrowed her eyes at the slightly guilty look on the young girl's face. "I mean, when did he call?"

"Have you seen him?" She persisted, something wasn't right here, she was hiding something. "I said I would come get him, he sounded very drunk when we talked. Though, by rights, I should call the police-"

"Hey! You can't do that!" The guy sputtered with his eyes flashing open wide and slightly panicked. "We aren't doing anything wrong!"

"Drinking?" Judith raised her brow, trying to stifle the fear that was curling in her stomach, it was an empty threat as long as she didn't know where Mark was. She couldn't risk them seeing the half-goat creature he had likely turned into by this point.

"N-no it's okay, Ms. Minder." Kate rallied, her cheeks flushed a little as she glanced at her friend. "Hey... I'll meet you inside, Sean. I'm gonna help her find Mark, it won't take that long."

She knows something. _ Kate looked uncomfortable and embarrassed as her friend shrugged philosophically and stepped away. _I just need to find her brother and put an end to all of this. This wasn't how I wanted to spend my Halloween.

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"MWWAAAA-AAA-AAA!!!" The loud bleat was all Mark had to give him a warning before he was scrabbling away from the billy that was chasing after him, barely avoiding the head butt that aimed for his haunches.

The paddock had been large when he'd first been pushed into it, but now it was too small as he was being chased around by the large male goat. The harsh reek of musk was in his nostrils as he scrabbled towards the paddock that the does were held in. Not that it mattered, his half transformed body wasn't human enough to work a gate or lock, but he had no idea how to get away from the burly male that was outraged at the invasion of his territory. He hit the fence roughly, his side nearly bruising as he stumbled and reared onto his haunches, desperately trying to knock at the latch with his short horns blindly, only to hear the male snorting out behind him again. If he had been bigger or his horns longer he might have been able to twist and pull the latch up to free himself, hell if he had been able to work at it a while he might have managed it too, but he was given no time. Not when the other male was already setting his sights on the intruder.

The buck was larger than Mark was, heavier bodied and with a thick hairy coat that made a beard right along the line of his jaw line and chin. The horns were nearly a foot long and curled along the edges towards his ears. The beast had to weigh a good two hundred pounds or more, and all of that weight was charging towards him, the nostrils twitching wildly as Mark darted away from the fence to evade the beast. He had tried holding still to face the other male down, but the moment he did the big beast had started to sniff at his face and other more embarrassing places with obvious interest. Mark still reeked like the doe he had fucked, so he kept running, hoping against hope to find a way out of this place before the worst happened.

"...there." The word reached his ears just before he bolted again, feeling the hot breath of Bucky against his tail base. "It wasn't like I meant it to go that far."

Kate! _ Mark stopped and bleated out wildly, raising the pitch of his cry. She had come back for him finally! _When this is all over I'm going to--

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He scrabbled back to the gait, shuddering as the male goat snuffed beneath him now that he wasn't running away again. He felt the hot blasting breath teasing beneath his stomach, snuffling with interest at his sticky used cock. He flinched away, kicking out at the other male wildly only to get a bite in return. His mad scrabble to safety turned into running straight towards not only his sister, but his teacher as well. He didn't care if Judith saw him, all he cared about was getting out of the pasture and the damned goat that was trying to alternately fight him or snuffle him like he was a doe. Kate was leading his teacher towards the fence, her expression humiliated as she approached, not even looking at him. Bucky snuffled at him again, crowding with a bleating sound of enjoyment as the larger goat pushed against him, the hard curved horns scent him slamming into the fence with a wild sound.

"I see, you're lucky something worse didn't happen." Ms. Minder came up to the fence with an intrigued expression on her face. "Though, I can't say he didn't deserve it, especially after threatening my livelihood. I just thought he wouldn't be so dense as to be at a party."

YOU! _ His jaw opened slightly, a tremble traced over him as he glared up at his teacher who seemed utterly unsurprised to see him in this position. _She did this?!

_ _

"It went a bit further than I thought, not bad though, still human enough." Ms. Minder's voice was cold, not the warm voice he was used to, or even the scared voice from his attempt to blackmail her.

"C'mon, Mark." Kate glanced at him, unhappily reaching for the gate latch as he crowded against it, kicking out wildly at the real goat that was trying to snuff under him again.

"Making friends, are you?" His teacher reached forward to stop the gait from opening, her expression amused as she leaned over the top of the fence. "I take it your costume isn't going as you planned, is it?"

"MAAAHAAHAAHAAAHAA!" He bleated and reared up on his haunches, his hooves leaving marks in the wood and he felt a hot blast hitting right beneath his tail and towards his swinging ovids.

"Now, now, let's not move too fast." Ms. Minder's eyes narrowed. "As I recall, you enjoy benefiting when you have the upper hand, and it seems that I have it now. Did you really think you could endanger my job? My home? My life?"

_I'm sorry! _ He tried to say, but the wild animalistic sound burst past his lips before he fell back to all fours, Bucky used the chance to drag a hot tongue under his tail, making Mark side step with a wild kick.

"I don't think he really meant it." Kate protested, toying with the latch as Mark looked up at her pleadingly.

Bucky's tongue startled him against as the hot push began to work towards his balls and the former boy tried to bolt away, his ears folded down flat to his head while he was dwarfed by the powerful beast snuffling towards him. When he tried to get away from the fence he was hammered with the horns, crashed backwards towards his teacher. There was no escape, he was being crowded and cornered as the big beast was busily sniffing. It could detect the scent that had been driving him mad for days now, the sweet scent of a doe in heat. It was mingled with other smells, but he was fixated on the promising scent of fertile doe on the air. Even when the strange female tried to bolt away he followed behind her eagerly, nipping and pushing his horns against her to try and corner her so that he could get a proper sniff.

"Do you want out? Do you want to be changed back again?" Ms Minder continued, not caring about the fact Kate was beside her. Mark nodded his head up and down, trying to leap away again as the harshly scented male pushed forward again. "Then there is only one way to do it."

_I don't care what it is! I'll do it! _ He managed to kick Bucky in the muzzle, but it dazed the beast long enough for him to scramble back to the gate.

"You've proven I can't trust you, I have no promise you won't try to blackmail me or get revenge by turning me in for what we did together." She reached down to her pocket as she spoke, pulling out a sleek dark smart phone. "You've proven that I can't trust you, so I need something on you."

_WHAT?! _ He looked over at his sister desperately, only to feel another hot puff of breath against his haunches and the graze of teeth as the buck came after him again.

"Now, if you want to end this and see morning out of your costume, I suggest you give the goat what he wants. No one will ever know by myself, you and your twin what you've done, unless you try to blackmail me again." The phone flicked on with a chiming noise, a little flashlight opened up at the top partially blinding him.

"WHAAAHAAAAAAAT?!" He bleated out in horror as the big goat started to jab and push against him, nearly making him fall to his side as the hot breath panted against him.

"Consider it a lesson in manners. I thought you cared for me, I thought we cared for each other." Her lips twitched a little, almost in a bitter smile. "I suppose you taught me a lesson, but fair is fair. Once I have proper assurance you can't ruin my life I'll turn you back."

Mark tried to say something, but the bleat was ended with a strangled cry as the beast came after him again just as desperate as always, the hard horns hammered against his haunches and made him stumble to one side. The light made it easier to see him, easier to see the heavy shaggy unkept fur, the greasy appearance right on the top of the head as the thick red tongue flicked out to lick the muzzle a few times and it trotted forward. He tried to scramble away, back into the darkness, but the moment he tried to run Bucky came after him again, more determined and annoyed as he felt the nip right against his haunches that had him jump forward with a loud bleating cry of pain as the teeth snapped down against him and squeezed. His tail tucked down tight against his haunches and he heard the sound of wood creaking behind him.

He scrabbled towards the gate again, he wanted out of here! He had already fucked an animal, he wasn't about to be fucked like one, they couldn't let that happen to him! He had already humiliated himself, he just wanted to go back to being human and he'd apologize. He'd never try to blackmail anyone again, he'd apologize, he'd do anything. A hot tongue pushed under his tail again, the broad muzzle rammed forward to jostle his balls as the hot breath blasted against his used sheath and the hot doe scent that was splattered there. He tried to writhe free, kicking this way and that, but the beast just shoved forward harder, the backturned horns suddenly pushed his hind legs up and off the ground as a hot slimy tongue pushed out against his sticky sheath, dragging towards the opening.

"Easy...easy Mark.." Kate's voice murmured in his ear before her hands caught his shoulders. "I didn't meant for it to go this far!"

"MWAAAAH!" His eyes bulged as he felt the tongue sliming over his cock and the hot breath hitting around the edges, the harsh rank musk hitting his nostrils.

Her hands were firm, gripping against either side of the shoulders and keeping him from escape as Bucky pulled his head back and started to huff and snort at the air, his nostrils curled backwards. He looked back in panic before kicking both legs out, but Kate moved out to grab his muzzle and shoved it down. The hold on his tender nose turned it into a pinch that had him gasping for air as the goat kept snuffling at him busily. Perhaps he didn't smell that much like a male now that the goat was puffing out against him, the tongue rapidly flickered out against him over and over again, dancing against the base of his sheath and gathering up all the wet tacky doe scent that had squelched all over him from his attempt to breed the feral doe. His ears turned dark red as the muzzle pushed towards his balls, the bridge of the nose jostled under the weight orbs, swinging them this way and that while he was held in place with absolutely no escape.

There was a beeping sound as the phone began to record at the moment that the hot slimy tongue pushed up against his the opening of his sheath and his body shuddered. It wasn't that he found it arousing, he didn't, he'd never find the animal's touch pleasurable, but the stimulation made his body respond in a way that he tried to ignore. The beast snuffled this way and that, the lips pulling and wiggling before Bucky lifted his head and let out a grunt, the upper lips pulling back. Mark jerked his muzzle to try and get away, but Kate just held him harder, his head down against her hip as he was examined like little more than a doe.

"It's..mmph stop struggling!... better than being stuck this way! I'm trying to help, Mark!" She grunted out as he writhed and twisted, and the goat just worked his way up with interest.

From the corner of his eyes, Mark could see the tail wagging rapidly back and forth as the beast pushed forward and bumped the broad forehead against him. His haunches were swung around to one side before an idea came to him, the head started to go down towards his groin again and he dropped his hind legs entirely. He jerked against the hold on his muzzle, feeling the fingers pinching him as he sat down in the damp cool grass, not caring that it was an undignified pose, it got him away from the nose trying to jab against him. His tail tucked down tight as the goat snorted hotly and reached up to start to paw at him with a cloven hoof, pinching his skin roughly so he bleated out in pain, but refused to move. He wasn't going to do this, he didn't care if he did have to end up stuck like this, anything was better than THAT!

Bucky snorted at his 'doe' and tried to shove with his nose, jabbing this way and that, snorting and snuffling down towards the haunches busily. Mark was forced to hunch himself down, pulling on the hold on his muzzle to hide his sheath and balls from the buck. The rough nudges and scrapes of the hoof pinched him, but he hunkered down, twisting his head to glare at his teacher. The older woman remained steady, her hand braced on the top of the pole with the phone aimed at him. Let her video him! They camera and light would show the world that he wasn't really a goat and that's all he needed to find a way back from this hellish existence.

"I'm sorry." Kate whispered softly, and he jerked up to look at his twin as her hand moved down. He wasn't prepared for the grip on his tail, the sudden yank that had him squealing out as loudly as any doe.

His haunches were forcibly lifted up from the ground by his sister, he tried to drop all his weight, but the moment he did he cried out in pain as he jerked against his own muzzle and tail. He finally had to put his hind legs under him to relieve the pain, which was exactly what the horny billy goat wanted. The heavy greasy furred head butted against him, grinding and rubbing with the acrid musk flooded his senses. He tried to sneeze out the taste of male goat, only to feel the rough rub of the head against him while struggling against the hold. The head dropped down and he felt a blast of hot air against his pucker and balls as the beast snuffled busily against him, not quite seeming to understand that the mixture of doe scent was clinging to another male.

_Stupid beast! _ Mark kicked out again wildly, only to feel teeth on his haunch as Bucky reprimanded his 'doe' with a rough snort before the rapid tongue flickered out.

It was hot and slimy, rubbing up against his balls and flickering this way and that. The larger goat was snorting in excitement as Mark didn't try to get away, forcibly held with his tail up it didn't take much for the dumb beast to think he had a doe. The tongue fluttered and darted, wet patches formed along the inner hind legs and the bridge bumped over weight balls. In Bucky's mind he had a prize doe, the heavy orbs full teats as the sweet fertile scent tickled his nose and had him rocking his hips back and forth a touch. The harsh male scent was filling the air, even making Kate wrinkle her nose as the blood red cock tip jutted out of the swollen sheath, the coating of thick musk making Mark gag as he jerked forward and tried to leap away.

The moment he tried to jerk away the billy goat snorted and lunged forward, Kate was forced to move her hands from his tail as the powerful body crashed against the changed boy's haunches. He bleated wildly, his forelegs straining and attempted to drop his haunches as Bucky pulled himself up and over the broad back. The hot breath puffed out against the back of his neck, snorting lustfully while he bucked and twisted, throwing his weight back and forth. His twin's hands soon moved to grab either side of his cheek and kept him from running forward, her hands firm while he felt the forelegs scrabbling against either side of him. The camera phone chimed again as it flared to life, the flash brightened over him as he felt the grip yanking his hips backwards and he felt the heavy hind quarters wrapping around his own. And, horribly, he felt the slimy hard spire jabbing against him roughly, splattering out a spray of watery musky precum.

He had just done this to a doe, he knew what was going to happen, and he bleated out a high pleading sound as the billy leaned down. Mark felt the hot flickering tongue against his neck, the puffing breath as the hot hairy chest pushed along his bare skinned back. The cock tip jabbed and pushed against him roughly, grinding and stroking blindly beneath his tail until it jabbed roughly right behind his balls and made him yelp out in shock. His ears pulled back, his eyes bulged as every thrust, no matter if it hurt to have his balls jostled it was one more thrust that didn't find the mark. He tried to twitch his tail down, quivering and jerking his hips to drop down towards the ground before Bucky's teeth grasped the back of his neck and the cock tip dragged upwards and there was a sudden slide of it right against his virgin pucker.

Mark's bleating cry was lost, his tongue jutted out as he could barely breathe when the cock tip shoved forward roughly, catching the vulnerable opening and prying him apart roughly as his anal ring clung around the bestial shaft. The billy goat dug his hooves down harder, tugging demandingly as a squirt of hot precum splattered into the former boy's unprepared pucker, the steady oozing spilling along the edges as the shaft was stuffed into him. It was too big, it hurt and burned, his inner walls contracted in an attempt to push it back out of him, only to have the beast shove forward harder, the teeth yanking and pulling greedily against the back of the neck as Bucky tried to hilt himself into what he thought of as a fertile doe.

The last few inches sank into him, pushing over a spot that humiliated him as his hips gave a little bucking jerk. It was pleasurable, he hated it, but he felt his body reacting with a rush of desire when the cock tip pushed over his prostate. His cock started to edge of his sheath before the beast dragged his hips backwards with a wet slurping sound, the strands of heavy precum fell out of the passage, running down the back of his legs and balls, the strands running towards the ground before the buck drove forward again. The thrust was brutal and fast, plunging back into Mark's body as he cried out, his eyes squeezing shut while the heavy orbs clapped right up against his own and made him knock forward. His cock surged outwards, the very thickness of the boned cock pushed against a part of him that made him react, trembling and shivering at the humiliating sensation.

Oh god no, this can't be happening... He thought blindly and tried to stop it from happening, concentrating on anything else, but his cock kept pushing out as he felt the throbbing length pushing over that sensitive spot on his body.

The hooves curled down along his hind legs as the beast shifted the weight against him and prance stepped a few times, the shaft making room and forcing his taut walls to wrap around the beast. The warm oozing precum spilled from the tip liberally, helping to ease the way, but at the same time making lewd sounds squelch out around the edges and dribbled downwards. Mark felt the hands slipping away from his head, his sister moving backwards while his forelegs splayed open to either side trying to brace himself against the horny goat that began to pump his hips back and forth, making room. Every movement was a torture of aching pain of being stretched open, and humiliating pleasure as the shifting hips worked through him slowly, each movement building and sending unwilling shudders down his spine.

His cock was hanging down and swinging beneath him, the camera flash was on him, god it was showing him aroused at this stupid animal on his beak. He let out a ragged bleat before the hips began to lunge forward again, the weight rocking him forward, making him stumble a few feet before the rough tug of the forelegs yanked him backwards to impale him on the girth. The harsh scent of the male goat was filling every breath he managed to suck down, making his cheeks burn red in utter humiliation and embarrassment before the goat's jaws released him. The tongue flickered up his neck with wet slimy trails here and there, darting strokes that worked against him, making his entire body struggle against the sensations.

His cock was soon rubbing against his belly, he heard his twin make a little noise, his eyes flashing open a bit in panic to see her standing there, looking under him. His ears flattened back, he tried to bleat out before Bucky began to hammer harder, faster, the deep thrusts slamming in so the far larger balls clapped up against him time and time again with lewd slapping sound as they bounced off his balls roughly as the stiff boned cock began to plunge deeper, and harder. He could hear the obscene wet noises that squelched in his ears, his breathing came out in gasps as he lowered his head. He didn't care anymore, the aching pleasure was building through him, his cock was quivering and stiffening beneath him while he splayed his legs open wider.

Something was happening, something was churning through him, building along his lower belly as he let out a shuddering cry. It was a loud long sound while Bucky let out a snort and suddenly tensed up along his haunches. The powerful hips wrapped around him before there was a sudden lunge and Mark cried out blindly as his forelegs collapsed. Just like he had done with the doe, the buck drove himself forward in one brutal stroke, hammering up and over Marks' back as the former boy let out a bleating squeal. The throbbing boned cock began to quiver and pulse, forcing up a hot gooey rush of cum that came bubbling up along the narrow girth and splattered deep into his body. His walls clutched and squeezed, pulling and suckling along the length as rope after heavy rope poured through him, pooling deeper into his anal passage, uselessly trying to seed him.

As he kneeled in the cold damp grass, his body on display, he heard the click of the camera phone going off, the flash blinding him briefly as it switched from videoing to a proper camera to capture the moment of his utter degradation and humiliation. Mark just closed his eyes, doing his best to ignore his own throbbing prick as the oozing goat cum drooled out of the edges of his violated pucker, the beast licking against him with happy little bleats as he claimed his 'doe'. Mark only stirred to cry out as heat flushed over him, a rush that had his head thrown back as his balls heaved up. It was electricity and fire over his skin. It was too much, to his horror he felt his walls closing around the throbbing cock, milking the length as his balls pulled up tight between his legs and a hot splatter of seed erupted from beneath him to spray the ground with his humiliation. One last crowning insult on a night of insults and horrors.

It lasted for just a flash, a moment he couldn't take back as he came with the goat still balls deep inside of him. As Mark opened his eyes he found himself looking down his perfectly human nose, the flimsy fake goat gloves were clutching the grass as he felt the goat wiggling above him, stepping back so that the cock briefly caught against the edge of his pulled down pants. He jerked forward with a wild cry, feeling hot oozing cum spilling along his ass crease as he looked down at himself, he was human again, the costume battered and torn in places, obviously hard used, but he could see his human form under it, no longer locked in the form of a half goat-man, just dusty, sweaty and stained skin and fake fur. The only tell tale mark of his adventure leaking from beneath his cock and the trail of pearly seed along his inner thighs from his own cum.

"I hope you've enjoyed your 'trick', Mark." He heard his teacher say, her boots stepping down from the fence. "Enjoy your Halloween, and do use a towel when you drive home. I would hate your car to have any damage to the leather."