Would you believe it that what I am about to tell was done by choice. Really it was a queer find, me finding a coke bottle painted pink and having a cork plugged into the neck of it, when I removed the cork, low and behold there came a cute as sexy very feminine a Genie.

Commonplace to what is thought of a Genie, she was elated to being set free from her bottle, and was willing to grant me three wishes. As asked, she suggested her fancy was for making middle-aged men like me to looking like Greek satyrs.

"Greek and as of myths there is but one thing that thrills most, that being of the satyr form, however..., considering where we are and the varied in-climate weather here, there is a need for winter to summer variance of fur growth."

"I can see what you mean," replied the Genie, as with a smile that suggests of devilment, the Genie says, "OK, as of May through September the essence of a male satyr shall you be, but come fall season to winter and early spring, the fur on you will be from head to hooves.

Satyr types are quite virile, and you shall be as one well endowed of the genitals, as large weighty testicles and some added length and girth to make life fun more pleasurable for satyr and victim." The Genie said.

"Victim...., who is the victim," I asked.

"Why, do you not know that satyr semen is infectious, infecting as causing a physical transformation of he or she to whom it is spewed inside. As a satyr their usual forte' is men to fondle and fornicate, but on some occasions a pretty female, usually a young woman will see you and eying your sheath, shall fall in love with it, as rather than of all of the new you.

Given your wanton desire of what is sensual, and becoming as such a male satyr, the prospect is quite likely that by a year from today you shall be the sire of a growing herd of satyr types." Genie offered.

"Wow, never thought of it that way, it makes me wonder, should I?" I said as pondering the thought of becoming something wild and sexy.

The Genie grins again, having set into motion what shall make life for many in that region as rankly thrilling, or debasing of self.

"I remember, that you said there were only three wishes, no more and no less, and this may not be changed by any wishes made. As well all wishes made by the master should be precisely worded, and if too vague, then you Genie shall choose the remaining factors of the wish.

As thirdly, all wishes must be related to the changing of your master, as that is me for now right?

In plain wordings, all my wishes must transform me along the preferred primary desire of being what I chose, me a myth born creature, correct?"

"WE ARE IN AGREEMENT, you have but one wish left to you, as your choice of being a satyr was one, and your preferring of being furry in winter was your second wish." The Genie said, as stunned her new master that he had but one wish left!

"Really, just one wish left to me, oh wow what else would I have some need to get and use to make my being a Greek style satyr as helpful to my existence..., ah might I suggest to ask you Genie as about how long a lifetime I, me a satyr might live by being a satyr?"

The Genie smiles, and replying said, "YOU MASTER, by becoming a satyr has increased your life expectancy by the number of ten times the biblical suggestion of human lifetimes being three score and ten, or in plain English, 10 times 70 years equals seven hundred years of wild satiric frolicking!"

"Will I age badly to look like someone seven hundred years of age as I age?"

Again the Genie smiled, as replied, "YES and NO, as yes you shall show your age but differently than would a human. As you being in part a human now, as you age the more shall your animal half take control and cause you to change to look as being more the goat animal.

At the first your winter fur shall by the time you become your first hundred years of age shall remain on you for months longer, until, when four hundred years of age you shall remain furry all the year. As well, the animal, the goat buck you are shall begin in earnest of changing your body to become every ten years more, as more like you becoming a buck goat with a human rational mind.

You shall increase your infectious semen to not making of satyrs from people you fornicate with, but change them into all animal goat forms accordingly to their born genders.

Expect then by the age of six hundred years to be then a full form of male goat, and lose your delight for humans and prefer then animals as your mates!"

"Gee whiz but that all sounds terrible, can I wish for some of what you said to change to my manner of thinking?"

"What is, is as it shall be for you by becoming a satyr." Said that cuter than cute female a Genie.

What seemed very odd was the mental idea that she, the Genie was looking more each passing minute of her being quite appealing to the new sensed feelings of being a male satyr.

"Genie dearest, if I might come then as be close to you, do tell me if my third wish can be forestalled to later, as when I might need some dire help to dissuade a jealous enemy from doing me physical harm?" As said and asked by the then sensuous thinking a satyr.

"COME No closer, as I, and my bodily self is at peace and feels no desire for you as might human females and female goats your presence would bring on them pangs of estrus.

Be fool enough to dare and touch me anywhere upon my person and expect to feel my wrath upon you, as both physically and mentally. I say beware and advance toward me no further, take not a step more lest your hands become as hooves, and your arms be as the fore-legs of a goat. Beware as be warned and take then a second stride step toward me with your mind filled with ideas of molesting me and your seven hundred year lifetime shall be in the form of a large breed buck goat with his human intellect intact to taunt him every minute of his life!" She the Genie did so warn her most recent Master.

"But my Genie I feel drawn to thee, ah you, as is my maleness poking past the furred edge to my very goaty sheath." So said he the satyr of his sense of lust that was just the beginning of the beastly style of lust he when fully a satyr shall feel.

"Indeed and with rash indignity you dare point that thing, that male member toward me as if I by being female would wish to feel it up and inside my body.

N...o, I shall impede your advancing, as by but the touch of my index finger to the anterior blunt end to you male member, I deem it then to become similar in girth, length and head as contoured like what you so often set as watched seeing your pet pony named Mike stand and be prolific with his member before the pony herd mares." She said.

KER-BOING!

As if a great clock just chimed, and its tone echoing off into the distance brought on a disturbing sensation. Down deep in the groin the already much enlarged scrotum did begin to swell, as change until it resembled the testicles of Mike the pet Welsh pony stallion.

"Oh what a pang for mating I am feeling," said the then much aroused satyr fellow.

"It is not over quite yet, just watch this...," the Genie said as if to warn her Master.

Satyr though he be, his furry belly mounted sheath began to swell, as become larger, as was what was inside of it growing, becoming more toward that gifted a pony stallion than to a goat or a satyr male.

Moaning and groans of both pain and wild sensual infatuation with want for mating, breeding, doing it as would a male brute animal rather than a more moderate male human with his beloved girlfriend.

"Ah..., oh that hurts, please do not do this to me, let go of me and I shall wander off into the woods, the brambles, and the great beyond!" So begged he the satyr feeling the wrath of a Genie upon an already enhanced as sensualized his body.

"More, I want to see on you the ideal male member similar to that what you sat and fantasized while watching your pet pony feel his oats for mating with his pony herd mares.

Ah huh, and there it is, your more massive male member, the blunt head, as it is black of skin color from head to sheath. See too it is of such girth size to enter equines or vulvas of similar size. You I deem to keep this massive male member for the span of time equaling..., three months, or until you make your final as third wish." She the Genie said, as soon as her words ceased coming, the lost of virtue satyr male began spurting steams of his cum, leaving him to feel vile and violated by the Genie.

"Ah...ugg..., ah, ah, ah..., as that is over, Genie my Genie what just happened to me?" So said the then satyr endowed with the maleness of a Welsh pony stallion in a satiric body.

"You expulsiated," she said as with some sense of glee.

"Expulsiated, is that a real word?" Her satyr Master then asked as did not understand her answer to his question.

"Umm, ah yes or if it not a word in the dictionary, it does explain what you felt and just did. To be frank, you just expelled the last of your human semen, as allowing your big Welsh pony size scrotum to replenish it with a load of satyr infectious goat semen, capable to making male humans as satyr brothers, and of female human sexual partners as temporary Satyress companions. It is for your female companions that the infectious semen with several oral or vaginal ingested spewed loads shall continue their transforming to be for you as your personal herd of doe goats, as there when you feel the need." She said, she that lovely Genie, the essence of what many a man would wish was as his wife and lover until death do them part.

He the new satyr stood there panting his breathing, his tongue lolled out his agape mouth, he feeling drastically weary from the sheer volume of what all his scrotum had just expelled.

Gag, couch, hacking as scraping his throat to try and talk, to reply as asked, "My Genie, what seemed to me as a simple and sexual existence you tending to what is now me has made of my desired fantasy lifetime a virtual hellish an existence.

I am not angry with you, as what you did was to protect your personal integrity. As please do not become angry with me for not fully understanding what it is to feel and become as partially a male animal driven by lust with a wish to dominate.

My being your Master and becoming a satyr is..., Not Quite, what I had as my wistful, wishful fantasy idea of me being a satyr.

I would almost make my final wish as to request of you to change me back to being wholly human and let me live what might have been my more meager a lifestyle. That said was an almost wish, as the thought of my living my fun fantasy for seven hundred years is enough of a perk to have me wanting to remain a satyr, as become then more and more a buck goat, until I live for a hundred years being the perfect buck sire to many a goaty herd.

I know that buck goats are filthy animals with weird delights of urinating before mating on their heads, fore-legs, and using the rank scent as if a perfume or a goat style aphrodisiac.

If it is possible, let me hold my third wish for some future time when by having lived as it is to be a satyr, I discover some reason to cause me want of a final change?" That said and he the satyr stood waiting for what the Genie might say yes, or specify her reasoning for answering with a profound NO.

"Alright then my answer is a yes, as yes can you wait to use your third wish, BUT with one proviso, as my envoy a Sprite, a magical spirit shall be your constant companion in your every waking hour.

My Sprite is of course a female like me, but being as my envoy she shall be there when by choice of inadvertently you might speak your third wish, as she shall take flight to inform me as of my bargaining with you was then completed.

I think for the most part your relationship with my Sprite shall be to a mutual benefiting, as she has the power to grant your third wish, as well to tickle and taunt you when she feels it a necessity to her delight.

I gift you then Miss Sprite, being Angelica, as she is likened to an angel, tending to vacillate from acting of good or of evil.

So then go, and begin your wandering of this countryside, this country, or anywhere about the continent of North America, to Central Americas, and if the Sprite motivates you, then make your home in South Americas. As from my experiences in such matters and having sent some odd shaped men and foolhardy men in animalistic forms into a world they never knew could be so harsh.

You being as much a satyr and your semen as infectious, I grant you a method of defense against they who would do to you harm. Live long and Prosper, or by being a satyr, Let it hang long and be prolific to all who you meet!" She that lovely Genie said, as with her last paraphrase she wished her new Master as a satyr well and a life of fornicating.

It was then that the sense of foolhardy as demeaning of self struck, giving reason to turn and as fast as those goaty legs with cloven hooves could run, did run away, off to the woodlands, as there to hide, feeling shame.

What was, was no more and what I wanted I had,I became the full essence of what I wished, so does that make any sense?

My having met the Genie, she turned a man into a satyr and then transitioning his mind, created a sex-ravaged one lustful a male satyr,what now is me. Only after I took to running as get away from the Genie did I gain a realization of what I became and the strange passions for having become a satyr, urged me to run and hide, before then to consider as of what next I might do!

I think it needless to say that I felt quite discombobulated, me becoming a satyr for real, in part an animal, a goat, and having still the memories of what it was to feel like being human.

I ran, and not too far behind me fluttered the Sprite Angelica, a she-devil of a cute as miniature female human with butterfly wings. Running, dodging this bush and that rock I had to admire my gaining of great agility. My goaty legs and cloven hooves works well together as if that way because of divine providence I suspect!

Those thoughts about divine providence and heavenly powers bade me to wondering if by becoming a Satyr made me as totally damned, or allowed to live a life doing enough good deeds as to win some lowly place in heaven, maybe just polishing the gates facing toward hell?

Running ever faster with gaining greater ability to leap over bushes rather than skirt around them, I again wondered if by me becoming a satyr, would she-devils find me as ravishing to their sexual abominations as might human kinds see me as their fondest desire?

It was becoming dark when I noted the sun setting and I was still enthralled with dashing about on goat legs and cloven hoofs. When coming to a stream and some tall reeds I decided to stop as lie down and rest. I lowered my face to the water to get a drink.

It was then my Sprite arrived with her fluttering in a disorientated way, she crashing into my woolly butt.

A fluttering sound and then a tiny yipe sound before the splut-splat when she sheered off my butt and sunk into the chilly waters of the stream. I with fingers by then armed with cube-like hooflets having replaced human fingernails did retrieve the Sprite from where she had sunk to the bottom of the babbling creek.

"Out, get you out of there," I said as with my hand and fingers I plucked her from out the creek mire to save the life of my fairy-Sprite. "Bad enough to be a man made a satyr and then deposed to have a fluttering Sprite, you do know how to be an added problem!" I said, as I felt indignation right then.

"Yes sir, me sorry for having bumped your sexy butt. Part of my being here is to help you have the inclination to get properly aroused by a male or female anything." My Sprite said to me.

"I am new at being satyr for real," I said, as admitting the truth.

"Might I suggest to the new Satyr, that maybe a mile south along this very stream is a farm owning a herd of doe goats. They are of proper age and in estrus, worthy of size, and femininity to give you what you need most, a arousing experience!" Spite suggesting said, as hearing her, I had to agree, my body felt need for some brutal ravishing fun.

Then with my Sprite as a guide she led me along the stream to where it crossed under the barbwire fence and wiggled its way through a green pasture.

When then I saw the goat herd and they lifting their heads could sniff the scent of me, both the doe herd and a horny satyr ran to greet, meet, and begin a evening of wild fornicating.

"Practice makes perfection," said my Sprite-fairy Angelica, and by the truth she was quite right!

I felt that Angelica could tell where my preferred delights came from as I stood hunched over those doe goats, delving sheath deep and getting off my near to insatiable sense of lust.

"Now, as for you dear stud and satyr," the Sprite said, she fluttering about gaining interest and increasingly close to erotic views of the happenings, as happening between the doe and me.

She broke her staring gaze and looked up at me as if wondering before she said, "If it were possible, would you from knowing what your life to come is like to feel, do you wish of me to change you back to being a common man, or a brash and assertive big buck of a real goat and animal as the truer you?"

I slaked off on my thrusting to stand still sheath deep and quite aroused, to get thoughtful about what question Angelica my Sprite had asked. Then with a gawking look around me and the larger herd of waiting does wishing servicing, I took a moment to give consideration of using my third wish. The bright sunshine of a dawning new day was filtering through the leaves and branches o a tall Maple tree giving us cover from the dank humid dew settling on all around.

"Please try to understand me of what I say, as you can remain a satyr at play, or become a complete buck, stud, herd sire and remain here being wholly a male goat. If you decide not to wander and were to stay here to become their herd sire buck, you have to consider what lifestyle you shall lead.

Being a buck goat there will not be any likelihood of any womanly infatuation situations. No going to reside with a woman inside her home, no human style fun, no movies, playing video games or sports or driving automobiles, no trips to Paris, no visiting museums or art galleries or libraries or staying in hotels or eating what you want.

Whether satyr or buck goat, it is rise up with the sun, learning to forage, eating grass, hay, or some sort of grain every day, as most of any day. If you remain a satyr and living as some playmate to a erotic woman, allowed to wander but needing to return by evening for a wild night of continuing copulating with her, if that is what you like then go to it.

As just maybe you might prefer to be self-oriented and become a brute buck of a well endowed goat, and standing as a herd sire all day and all night.

Goats give no care whether it might be raining or snowing. Goats know of no worrying about losing your job, or paying the electric bill, or wanting things they really do not need. As a buck goat is a male satisfied with being around his herd and doing mating as he is happy, content, and constantly willing when some doe brushes against you." My kindly as thoughtful cute Sprite said and suggested.

I had to admit she had thought my choices out well to her ideas, and to my worst as ultimate demise. Ignorance and sheer dumb bliss awaited me if I by wishing asked of Sprite to change me into a whole animal buck goat. My existence would become but hunger, lust and being alive..., as if by being a satyr was there anything more living in that form than becoming as is a farm animal?

Thrusting began anew as the doe below me swooned and bleated with every new push by me inside of her. I began again to focus on mating goat style and let what my Sprite asked as a question floating in space.

All went well for me until, suddenly there was a disturbance, an angered voice said, "As who and what the Hell is you and you doing to my goats?" I looked up and away from the warm butt and furry body below me to see standing there a man glaring at me. He held a Sheppard's staff as a possible weapon, and looked muscular enough about his shoulders to wrestle with me the intruder.

"Me, I am a satyr enjoying sex with your lovely goats, would you care to join in our fun?" I asked of him, as thought then of what I said as being quite out of character to my usual demeanor.

Why to me he looked as inviting to me of wanting my more personal attentions graced upon him in true satyr style. Our eyes met and he stood like a deer held entranced in the headlights of a vehicle. It was then that I felt a wonderful warming sensation in my goat size balls. Although I was at that same moment engaged to the hilt with a doe goat, the want for this fellow by me became the greater inspiration of that moment in time. The doe goat in front of me bleated her wish for me to return my attentions totally to her and what we were doing.

Disdain for the doe turn to being a passion to give this man what he might never have known if not his luck in meeting me a real satyr. I forgot where I was involved and took a step toward the man, only to feel the dragging of my erect maleness from out the darling doe. This gained me an aching of my goat buck cock, of what to my delight seemed to suggest my goat balls had started to grow larger again. My cock began to lengthen and gain added girth as what was my erection took on the contour and character as if of an equine.

I walked or rather staggered toward the man held then in a satiric trance. As much of what I felt happening to me, my boner becoming stouter of its erection, while knowing I was helpless to fight the sensed ambition to mate. I had adored my mating with the goat herd, they grunting and me moaning, as I was enjoying unbelievable pleasures.

My coming in contact with the man was but a blur or seemingly instinctive satiric moves until what had happened slowed and I stood there bearing down, as lunging into him.

The speed to which he with me mated reminded me of having watched a buck goat mate a doe in quick fashion and leap off her, only to return to his humping of the doe a minute later. So as I mated with him there came a sensation I think we both felt as of his getting tighter. My cock made similar juicy sounds as if sliding in or out of doe goat sex. I felt my passionate want building, as at the height of functioning I screamed, as bellowed like a buck goat mating, he reach the essence of climaxing, as had to boast of his domineering.

I began clawing at the man about his torso, me gasping, not able or wanting to quit. My sensation of want for lust was increasing, and my cock aching. Of raw wanton need for feeling a sexual release, I wanted to cum, as thought to beg of heavenly powers, but seeing there, she my cute Sprite, I asked of her if she would somehow help me to climax.

"Is this as a wish your third wish that I help you to ejaculate," asked my Sprite fairy Angelica of me?

"No, oh no, I just know I need to fire in a massive load to quell this agonizing want to complete my mating...!" I answered the Sprite. I wanted to climax and feel the surging rush of my semen flow down the length of my nicely enlarged cock. I began talking aloud as to myself and begged for my balls to release the sheer flood they held stored and waiting.

I took to thrusting faster, trying to wriggle my cock and increase the sensation to urge then the needed release. My body shivered all over as my want and sheer ecstasy continued to build to a crescendo. I cried out screaming like some wild buck, the animal part of me taking full control, my mentality lost, buried in a ravaging bestial act of raw sex to where I heard me screaming as if i had become a goat.

My Sprite fairy fluttered about, she laughing, spoke and taunting said to me, "It does feel good, your being a goat and stud? You are not the first for me to see what was born a man acting the part of a brute male animal engrossed in sexual fornicating. They all talk after the fact about feelings of balls swelling, your cock extending, the orifice entered as becoming snugly fitting, as tends to tickle the fancies of a satyr?

When you enjoy having sex with real beasts, with those doe goats you have such insatiable passions what work to change and make the animal part of you grow and in time take over what was that satyr being you. So trust what I say, as the more you fornicate with animals, the more animal a male goat shall your body become as you cum!

As after what seemed like a forever in time, all pleasures died away, and I dislodged from my first male victim, my stouter sized cock slipping out making an unusual cork-popping sound what tickled my funny bone and made me laugh. A look around had me note that the goat herd had wandered away, leaving me to my uncommon delights.

Something more seemed wrong or at the least not quite as it was before I met that poor man. He being stock naked and having had his body defiled in varied ways, looked to me as being different than when we first met. As I stood there letting my stout erection begin to wither and draw back inside its warming furry sheath, my victim made a sound what in human terms might best be described as a guttural groan of feeling dismay and more so, as one thoroughly debauched.

I watched as he tried to stand up and brush off the residue of being accosted by a satyr. He tottered before then falling forward, he wholly unsteady was standing on legs partially similar to mine, his heels being as hocks, and feet quite goat like as are mine.

"What is this you have done to me," the man asked, as he stood then on hands and knees.

"Take it easy," I said, "Given time and say three more encounters with me and walking on all fours with hooves shall seem commonplace." My comment did not seem to comfort the poor man. I say he was a poor man because during my skirmish with him I had ejaculated some three times inside..., my semen being highly infectious had begun doing to him what my Genie had done to me, made me a satyr.

It seemed obvious to me that the poor man never wanted to have what his buck goats have hanging between their hide hocks. As due to the injecting of satyr semen inside his bowels, the organs around where the semen entered had begun conforming to being that like a male goat. Indeed, he had already the hind feet and starts to getting cloven hoofs to replacing his human toes.

I stood there amused as I watched this poor man check how his body was changing, he cupping his hands about his much increased, bigger balls, as feeling how his penis had drawn up inside his lower abdomen and travelled, emerged out a furry belly sheath, it about two inches below his fuzzy navel.

To see a man struggling to deal with his body changing, he becoming more akin to the animals there on his farm. I almost smiled when seeing the man feeling at his sheath and from the touching drawing from out it came a red colored goat buck size cock, it having lost any contour to being circumcised. As he gained his first ever goat size of an erection I smiled, as I admired the stoutness and length of his pointy cock, it nearly sixteen inches poked out from its sheath.

His cock began to dripping some pre, the stuff being still somewhat human was thick enough to hang off the cock-head in long strings of sticky goo.

He was feeling and finding his body as taking on similar aspects of becoming a satyr, if but that I knew what my semen did to men would change the poor man into being a double to his prime buck goat and herd sire after a couple of horny feeling weeks of pleasured play with the likes of me.

I stayed there at the farm and resided as well being a guest allowed to sleep and eat with him inside his house. The man though unmarried had a girlfriend who after his second night of wild sexual partying, when he arose come the morning after, he looked more like a goat than I did as a satyr.

My fairy Sprite Angelica did her fun best at enticing the girlfriend to enter the house as she heard from outside the sounds of two moaning due to their relishing more sensual experiences. Kera entered and with her seeing me and my entrancing stare, she became my first woman victim, soon to become for me a willing Satyress.

Ron, the boyfriend and farm owner felt acclimated easily to the ides of him becoming a buck goat and sooner than a herd sire to his more than seventy doe goats there at the farm. I coaxed Kera with relative ease to want me more than to like being ravished by her then boyfriend turned completely into a buck goat.

The farm was the best place for me to begin my lifestyle of being a satyr. The farm had everything we needed, as privacy inside the house or barn as well an unending source of food for vegetarian satyrs. As Ron became highly prolific and enthused as a herd sire, he keeping the kids dropping, while I kept my herd of cute as sexy Satyress friends all happy, horny, and willing to invite singular friends to come for a weekend of fun and frolicking.

My Sprite fairy Angelica was there too, she after having to watch me tickle the fancies of some pretty women and later my voluptuous Satyress lovers, she grew to being five foot eight inches tall and began taking part in our satiric orgies.