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Cursed Gold

Part III

Jasmine the Jeweler

The soft rain slowly felt into the fine dust that made up the streets of River's Ford. It was only the beginning, however. Just the very beginning of the monsoon season, soon, these simple streets would become torrents of mud for three long, messy months.

Jasmine Dacious impatiently tapped her dainty toe, caring little about the rain as she waited anxiously for the delivery of the precious stones and small gold ingots promised to her by her former partner Arlem the Changer's son, Jalem.

She should be working, Jasmine thought. It wasn't as if she didn't have anything to do. She had orders to fill. Instead, she sat alone in her shop, eagerly waiting for the new materials that Jalem had promised. Jalem had shown her samples when they had met at the Bazaar. The small gold bar and the two sapphires were of excellent quality.

Finally, the rough wooden door of her shop opened and Jalem entered, carrying a leather sack. Jasmine quickly stood anger on her small, pretty face.

"At last! What took you?!" Jasmine almost growled. She was quite a small woman, but Jasmine had a quick, fiery temper; a fiery temper to match her fiery red hair.

"Do you think this damn thing is light?" Jalem hefted the bag onto a convenient table. "And the rain is getting worse. I'm going to petition the Governor to pave some streets."

"In this hell-hole? The anus of the empire? What's the point?" Jasmine laughed as she shook her head. "How much do you want for the whole lot?"

Jalem grumbled. "Just... just take it. I want to be rid of it."

Jasmine was taken away. "Are... are you serious? You, a palace bean-counter, _giving_away gold? Are you feeling ill?"

"No, no, no... there's... something... about this gold. My father received it the day he and my mother disappeared and..."

"And the donkeys appeared..." Jasmine interrupted, remembering the strange stories that circulated around the Bazaar.

"Yes, the donkeys. And my sister, though I must admit I'm not too upset about that." Jalem said cryptically.

"Your sister?" Jasmine said eager to hear a bit of gossip.

"You haven't heard? Liana, poor girl, disappeared the day after we found the donkeys at my parent's house. My brother-in-law, Remel, he came home from work to find Liana gone and young heifer tearing the house apart."

Jasmine gasped. "Really?! How strange!"

Jalem nodded eagerly, glad to have an audience. "Yes, yes, and poor Remel. He's quite distraught, of course. He sold the house and the heifer, to a farming family outside of town who needed a new milk cow. He used the money to move to Cyranith, he just couldn't live in River's Ford anymore. He loved my sister very much, it seems."

"And you think that this gold has something to do with it?" Jasmine asked, hardly believing a word of the outlandish story.

"Me? No. It's my wife, Buena. She's convinced herself that there's something wrong with this gold, a curse perhaps. Quite ridiculous, of course, but she demanded that I be rid of it." Jalem explained, and then sighed. "Without profit unfortunately."

"Well, ah, thank you. I'm looking forward to working with this gold and the jewels." Jasmine placed a hand on the leather bag. She quickly jerked away when she felt a painful jolt burn through her arm, and then shuddered as a cold chill when down her spine.

Jalem looked concerned, touching her arm gently he asked. "Are you all right, Jasmine?"

Jasmine placed a hand to her forehead. "That was strange, wasn't it?" She chuckled lightly. "Maybe there's something to that cursed gold." Jalem looked frightened but then relaxed when Jasmine began laughing.

"I'm sure it was nothing, I'm just working too hard. Not getting enough sleep, I suppose." Jasmine giggled.

"Hmm, you're sure?" Jasmine nodded. "Well, I'd better go now. My Buena may think I'm up to no good." Jalem smiled. "I'll see you at the Bazaar." Jalem said as he shut the door behind him.

Jasmine looked at the bag tentatively. She was a little frightened to touch it, the pain in her arm fresh in her mind. "Get it together, girl!"_She thought. "This is ridiculous."_She snatched the heavy bag from the table and was relieved to find no pain and no cold chill.

_"Ha! I knew it was ridiculous!"_She took the bag into the backroom, where she kept her tools and a small forge. Stoking the bellows to build the flame, Jasmine went to work...

* * *

Jasmine began to worry when she repeatedly dropped the gems as she examined them. Her small fingers had lost their nimbleness, Jasmine's once deft fingers were stiff, nearly lacking all dexterity.

"By Cyrano's balls!" Jasmine swore. "What's wrong with me?!"

Once she took notice of her stiffening hands, Jasmine took notice of other symptoms. Her whole body felt stiff, sore, and flat-out uncomfortable. Sitting down, Jasmine tugged her light leather boot off, hoping to relieve the pressure and pain building there.

Jasmine screamed when she saw what had happened to her feet. The second and third toes had grown and were now larger than her 'big' toe. The nails on all her toes had turned into a dark, thick, and horny material.

"What... what the hell is happening to me?!" Hesitantly, Jasmine felt the transformed appendages, and, indeed, they were part of her. She attempted to flex them, and suddenly a sharp, cramping pain lanced through her foot. Before her very eyes, Jasmine's foot lengthened, the two middle toes becoming more like a cloven hoof while the other toes regressed, becoming dew claws. The extended length pushed her remaining boot off.

The pain and transformation continued up Jasmine's once beautiful legs. Her calf popped and cracked as it thinned and became a cannon bone. Looking at her hands and legs, Jasmine could see they were following a similar path. "What the hell is happening to MEEEeeeee!!!" the last word came out sound like a bleat, further increasing Jasmine's terror.

Jasmine moaned half in pleasure, half in pain and fear as her reproductive organs shifted, her vulva and clit now rubbing erotically against her rough, linen loin cloth and the coarse hairs of her new tail. It felt as if someone's arm had reached inside her vagina was rearranging her uterus and other parts. Her stomach cramped and growled as it began splitting into four distinct chambers. As this last change finished, Jasmine suddenly felt a wad of cud lurch into her mouth, her last meal ready for a second chewing.

Spitting it out, Jasmine screamed. "This can't beeee happeeeening!" She groaned angrily as she found she could no longer control her bladder, soiling her under garments. "Nooo! Baa! BAA!" Her human voice was lost as her face cracked and her jaw popped, beginning their extension into a muzzle. The top of her head throbbed with pain, flailing around her changing hands; Jasmine found two lumps, quickly developing into horns.

While this was happening, Jasmine's already small breasts dwindled, her nipples regressing into worthless welts on her chest. Jasmine would be feeding her young with the thick, leathery udders growing just above her cunt.

Jasmine's beloved red hair fell out in heavy mats as coarse white fur with reddish-brown patches replaced it, running up her long, flicking ears. Jasmine closed her blue eyes tight as her vision blurred, yet when she opened them once more their color was that feral yellow of animals, her pupils square, and animalistic.

_"I have to... do something!!!"_Stumble over her tearing clothes, Jasmine the goat made for the front door and began fighting the latch with her goaty lips and tongue. She didn't know what she would do once the door opened, but it was all her panic stricken mind could think to do.

Finally, after much work, Jasmine was able to pull open the door, and sticking hoof through the opening, squeezed her way out. Thinking she was free, Jasmine ran for it but was thrown on her bearded chin when the remains of her clothing caught in the door.

"Baa!!" She tried swearing but only bleats came. "Baa! Baa!"

"What the hell?" Several people stopped at the racket. "What was goat doing in Jasmine's shop?" She heard a passerby say.

"It is Jasmine! It's me! It's ME!" "Baa! Baa!"

"I didn't know Jasmine had a goat." She recognized that voice._Daren!_Daren the blacksmith, he sold his wares and services near Jasmine's booth at the Bazaar.

"I don't think she does." Another man said. "Why is it tangled in those rags?"

"I don't know, but I don't think she likes it." Daren said, producing a length of rope. He place the rope around her neck then proceeded remove the tattered clothing. Jasmine blushed beneath her fur, feeling exposed and naked in front of the crowd.

"Arik, I'll hold her. Go in and see if Jasmine's in there."

"No! It's me! Right here, you idiot!!!" "Baa!"

"Noisy little thing, aren't you?" Daren said as scratched behind her ear. Jasmine enjoyed the scratch more than she was willing to admit, but gently butted Daren trying to get his attention.

Arik returned shaking his head. "No ones in there. Place is a bit of a mess, though. We'd better call the Garrison. Jasmine may be kidnapped or worse."

"No, you fool! I'm right here!!" "Baa! Baa!"

"You do that. I guess I'll take her, can't let her run wild." Daren said, ignoring Jasmine's thrusts and continued the scratching.

"Hmm, it'd make a good stew." Arik said.

"BAA!"

Daren chuckled. "I'd swear she understood you, Arik, ha, ha. Nooo, I'll keep her at the Bazaar with me for a week. Maybe some one will recognize her. After that who knows? Maybe I'll keep her around for a milk goat."

"Baa...?"

* * *

A week passed and, of course, no one claimed poor Jasmine. In this time, Jasmine was able to adapt to her new body and become accustomed to her nudity in front of the world. Taking care of nature's calls in public and eating grass and hay provided Daren proved difficult to learn but came with time.

Daren was a surprisingly good companion. He spoke to her as if she were his equal. It seemed that he had become attached to her, and Jasmine felt herself becoming attached to him, even if her responses were limited to "Baa!".

At the end of the week a guard from the city garrison came by to have his dagger repaired. Daren asked about Jasmine's disappearance.

"No, haven't found a trace of her, I'm afraid," Derrick, the guard said.

Daren shook his head. "Terrible, such a nice girl, talented too. Just terrible."

"Hmm," The guard mumbled. "What about that goat?" Derrick pointed at Jasmine. "Headed for the stew pot?"

"No, no... I..." Daren rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. "I'm little attached to her. She's good company."

"You could always get a dog." The guard suggested.

"No, I ain't touching dog milk. Though she doesn't seem to produce any. I've tried." Jasmine snorted. Now_that _was an uncomfortable experience, she thought, remembering Daren tugging at her teats.

"Well, ya need to breed her, to get her started. She needs to have kids."

"Baa!!" Both men chuckled at her remark, misunderstanding.

"See! She seems to like the idea. Take her to Horace; he's got a place full of goats. He's got a good buck that'll knock her up." Derrick proceeded to give Daren the directions to Horace's farm. Jasmine pulled at the rope circling her neck, she didn't like the sound of their plans, not one bit.

* * *

Daren barrowed a client's wagon and the pair rode out to Horace's farm. The road was muddy due to the rains, but the ride was still pleasant. Jasmine often considered running away, but didn't want to leave Daren. She doubted she could find anyone to take as good care of her as he did. It seemed as if the rest of the population wanted to eat her.

The longer she remained a goat the more difficult it seemed to go back. She was becoming comfortable in this form, a fact that scared her, but a fact nonetheless. Jasmine didn't think any of the mages in town would understand why goat suddenly showed up on their door step. Besides, something deep down, something that Jasmine would never admit to, that something wanted the buck to take her, to fill her with his seed, to bear his young. Her genitals ached for it.

As Daren pulled the wagon into the farmyard, Jasmine's nose caught the first whiffs of the buck's musk. She desperately tried to ignore it, deny the effects it had on her body, but her efforts were in vain.

Horace came from his small hut waving at Daren, his wife and three children following behind.

"Hello there! Derrick said ye'd be comin'. Got yersef a nanny needin' a buck?"

"I do, I was told you could help." Daren said as he got off the wagon then lifted Jasmine down. Part of her screamed to run, to pull her tether from Daren's hand and run for the wilds, yet another part told her to seek out the buck goat, to breed. The result was inaction.

"So this is the little lady." Horace said. "She have a name?"

"A name?"

"Sure, animals deserve name don't they? People think am strange fer thinkin' so but most a my animal have names. The buck's Togard, a northern name but it fits. Me own milkin' goats are Minnie and Anise."

"Gosh, I've never thought about it," Daren said as Horace began lead the group to the goats' pen. "I-I guess I'll call her Jasmine, kind of a tribute, I guess," Jasmine nearly fainted. _How's that for irony._It was the best she could ask for.

"That'll work. Just put 'er in here," Horace opened the pen gate. "Togard is all ready. Just leave 'er for a day or two. Why don't ya come in fer lunch? I could teach ya the ins and outs of young goats." Horace chuckled at his own joke. The farmer took the tether and gently pulled Jasmine into the pen.

"Ah, sure, thank you. That's very kind." Daren said as they went to the house.

* * *

Jasmine watched her master and Horace enter the house through a crack in the pen's fence. Once the door closed she turned and looked the pen over. It was rather spacious, with a small open shack for shelter. Under this shelter, Jasmine saw her fellow doe goats, Minnie and Anise. But where was Togard the buck?

The question was answered by a firm nudge against Jasmine's backside. Togard butted Jasmine once more, pushing her towards the other goats. Jasmine blushed as she felt her goaty jizm leaking from her nether lips. The male's scent was setting her genitals afire.

Togard was clearly aroused himself, his penis rock hard and blazing red. Suddenly, he attempted to mount Jasmine. Unprepared, she scampered away, and then set her legs and lifted her tail. Her human morality screaming no, but instincts were in control.

Togard's attempt was successful the second time, and being quite experienced, the big male found the object of his desire easily. Both he and Jasmine grunted as his shaft entered her hot, moist tunnel.

Over the next two days Togard covered Jasmine many times, ensuring her pregnancy. Several times Jasmine caught herself chewing her cud with the other females, her mind not focused on anything other than her body's needs: eating, waste removal, and mating.

The orgy ended when Jasmine saw Daren once again. All human emotion and morality came rushing back, twisting Jasmine's gut with guilt and disgust.

"Hey, Jassie, nice to have you back. Horace tells me you should be ready." Jasmine snorted, she hadn't thought of pregnancy. Of course she was impregnated. She couldn't count how many times she had coupled with Togard.

"Come along now."

"Baa!"

"I know, I know, you like Togard, but I think you both need a break." Jasmine snorted once more. She didn't know how long a goat's pregnancy was but she was fairly certain that she would be busy in the future...

The End