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(Bit delayed response is a go! I honestly didn't realize the other topic had a response waiting on me too, got lost in all the changes, working on that next. <.<)
Perhaps she was just a born goat-slut.. a filthy part of her mind whispered.. and as she rejected the nature-spirit and the perversion of her mind overpowered the spiritual guidance of the well, no.. perverted it, the filthy, shambled feeling of her useless, horny goat-mind felt all the nicer. Well, naughtier really, as the thick deluge of her shaft filled up the bucket, almost to the point of overflowing as a milky white discoloration of the water overtook it. Without hesitation, she now put the 'purified' buket to her lips.. and drank in deep gulps, relishing the salty-sweet taste of cum-water.
Her body twitched and pulsed, further alterations flowing through her as a coarse, brown and strongly musky smelling bush of pubic hair began growing over her sex, just right for a goat of course, together with another dark marking, this one straight above her mound. Her teeth grew a little longer, pronouncedly less human and the thougths.. the wonderful thoughts...
Like thick, sticky sweet cum flowed down her throat, so did the new goat-thoughts flow into her mind. They were less dominating and guiding, and more simply supressing older things, drowning them in sticky cum. Her dignity, her self-worth, her modesty, all things a goat-slut didn't need. Soon, her master would claim her very soul.. and she could just be slut and not bother any more..
There was a heating.. almost a burning, from the ring on her hand and her thoughts cleared, momentarily..where was she again? What was she doing.. things certainly weren't normal.. She had to figure out what was going on, rather than lose herself in filthy, sweet, tempting and humiliating lusts...
Perhaps she was just a born goat-slut.. a filthy part of her mind whispered.. and as she rejected the nature-spirit and the perversion of her mind overpowered the spiritual guidance of the well, no.. perverted it, the filthy, shambled feeling of her useless, horny goat-mind felt all the nicer. Well, naughtier really, as the thick deluge of her shaft filled up the bucket, almost to the point of overflowing as a milky white discoloration of the water overtook it. Without hesitation, she now put the 'purified' buket to her lips.. and drank in deep gulps, relishing the salty-sweet taste of cum-water.
Her body twitched and pulsed, further alterations flowing through her as a coarse, brown and strongly musky smelling bush of pubic hair began growing over her sex, just right for a goat of course, together with another dark marking, this one straight above her mound. Her teeth grew a little longer, pronouncedly less human and the thougths.. the wonderful thoughts...
Like thick, sticky sweet cum flowed down her throat, so did the new goat-thoughts flow into her mind. They were less dominating and guiding, and more simply supressing older things, drowning them in sticky cum. Her dignity, her self-worth, her modesty, all things a goat-slut didn't need. Soon, her master would claim her very soul.. and she could just be slut and not bother any more..
There was a heating.. almost a burning, from the ring on her hand and her thoughts cleared, momentarily..where was she again? What was she doing.. things certainly weren't normal.. She had to figure out what was going on, rather than lose herself in filthy, sweet, tempting and humiliating lusts...