"Married Dreamer" written by K.Rooste
Soon to be married, Todd was trying his best to get everything in his life set for being a loving husband. He had purchased a nice house, furnished it well, and was living in it when he came home to find a large package on the front porch.
One look at it told him it was either a mirror or some piece of art, as it had the look of something four feet tall and two feet wide, but only four inches thick.
He told his unknown package inside, setting it on the kitchen table, while he checked the mail slot for any letters, bills, or magazines.
Then his wonder and anxiety caught the best of him, he wanted to open the package, even before his betrothed stopped by as she often did in late afternoon.
Inquisitive fingers began to tear at the packaging, finding it had two layers of packaging. The first brown paper covering tore away with some difficult, offering an envelope attached to the inner covering of whatever he had received.
Opening the envelope Todd found a letter from a past girlfriend by the name of Sarah.
Todd had bad memories of this girl, she having a temper, and maybe worse thought it better to get even with somebody, than to get mad.
Unfolding the letter a silvery dust poured out, it coming to stick to Todd's hands.
Grumbling to himself, Todd was already angered, but when he read her note, he became outraged.
"Dearest jerkass,
I heard of your coming marriage to Alice, and thought I should find you especially a perfectly perfect gift for such a stud muffin as you!
Please note the silver dust, it is a special mixture of silver iodine and has some rather provocative infecting properties.
As soon you shall find from the dust and when seeing the painting I purchased in your honor; I suspect you will feel differently about Alice and all women in general.
Please do enjoy my disgust, as I do hate you, as you shall soon understand,
Sarah
Even after several failed tries at washing the silver dust from off his hands, Todd stood eyeing the remaining package, considering to put it out with the trash.
He sighed; thinking whatever Sarah sent could not be all that, terrible.
"Wrong!"
As he opened the inner package some more of the silvery dust sifting out, it was falling on Todd's clothing, to make a puddle of it on the kitchen floor.
Even as he tore at the dark green paper that covered the whatever, he had some easing of his wrath for Sarah. He had some very good times with her, she liked best to find private places and enjoy his body as he did with hers. He remembered the October Fest, where she came dressed as a female satyr, what a knock out, and up!
"Oh holy shit, what the frick is this ugly thing!" Todd stood eyeing the weird masterpiece.
He smiled when seeing the entire painting, thinking back to Sarah and her satyr costume, remembering how real it felt, even to their lovemaking; how the furry skin enveloped her tight sex.
The more he stood gawking at the sexy painting; Todd began having a fantasy daydream of Sarah the Satyress, and his self-being like such a male satyr.
Chuckling to himself, Todd carried the painting from room to room, trying it here and there, until it hung above the headboard of his own bed.
Once it stood hung over his bed, Todd looked at it from several different angles.
Oddly, from whichever direction he peered at the picture, it seemed the creature’s eyes followed him.
Alice arrived at her usual time, giving Todd a list of things she wanted to get at the store. They went their way together, Todd forgetting to tell her of the wild and sexy painting.
The memory of the strange eyes remained a constant wonderment for Todd, he trying a few times to tell Alice of his gift from Sarah.
It was near midnight when Todd arrived back at his house, and got ready for going to bed, he then sat on the bedside; feeling as if the eyes of the satyr were upon him.
Somewhere in the space of that witching hour between midnight and one in the morning, the painting fell from its mountings on Todd's bedroom wall. It came down wit such a crash that the outer frame caused Todd to nearly black out on a permanent basis.
Amidst his knock on the head dreaming, he saw two of the sexiest female satyr creatures he had ever seen, even on a site called Transfur worked upon, the painting as it. It was of his playing on the internet one night and seeing a looking satyr female, he felt reminded then of Sarah and their wild night together. The painting was maybe to Todd an alter ego, he wishing for Sarah to be always a satyr female, and he to be permanently as her chosen mate.
His dream turned wet and exceptionally wild, as if the painting was something spellbound and infected with lurid ideals.
The early morning alarm clock ringing its fool head off was a reminded for Todd to crawl back into some bit of reality.
A shove to remove the fallen painting from off him, Todd took note the canvas was then totally white; devoid of any paint other than a lite primer over the canvas.
Yawning several times, then Todd swung his legs to the side of his king size bed. He rubbed his eyes with hands that felt oddly stronger, as if heavily muscled and boasting of increased mass.
It was with very shaky legs that Todd staggered into the bathroom, turning on the shower to his usual very warm setting. He then used the toilet, setting down and feeling as if he had bees flitting about in his head.
The steam from his running shower clouded the mirror, and offered him a warm relaxing place to ease his aching head and offer sore muscles a quelling of their stiffness.
It was the sound of his doorbell ringing which first alerted Todd, as he had fallen soundly asleep while in the shower. A quick scramble of arms and legs had Todd grabbing for a towel, and wrapping it about his waist; he headed to the front door.
Opening the door, he stood looking at a smiling face and Sarah.
He was ready to slam the door in her face when she winked at him. Todd noted her face looked doctored to resemble his satyr costume of a year ago. He was ready to ask her why she was there, when to his surprise she opened the screen door, and stepped past Todd, walking into the foyer.
Dumbfounded for words, Todd stood looking at Sarah, she smiling at him, and with the flick of her hand and wrist, she tore away the towel that covered her lover.
Todd stood suddenly naked before his ex-girlfriend, Sarah.
She then pulled from her pocket a handful to that same silvery dust, reaching it out, and letting it sprinkle down to cover Todd's aroused shaft.
He was about to expound to her, as if telling her to get out of his house; but with seeing him build ready to speak, held her index finger to his lips, shaking her head, and then telling him not to even try to talk.
As Todd stood there seemingly aroused and held in some female imposed state, he watched with some sense of lust as Sarah peeled off her clothing. She stood then right in front of Todd, naked, but wearing her satyr female costume. As if to tantalize Todd, she stepped very close, taking a hand on his aroused maleness, and with her coming close, she placed it before her, as if ready to penetrate into her sexy body.
A cloudy mind kept Todd from realizing just what witchery Sarah was doing. She wanted him, but not as some human husband, but rather desiring him to be a good stud, it was her plan he would be there always to grant her pleasure.
Sarah blew from her lips, soothing Todd into wishing he could again have that extreme feeling he and she experienced just one year before.
Her hands roamed over Todd, working him into a wild frenzy of sexual lust and enthralled with his desire for Sarah.
The Grandfather clock in the front foyer struck to the late hour of nine in the evening. Todd remembered the clock, having stopped from his rutting of Sarah, as she lay sprawled over his large bed. He slowed his humping her, pulling himself free of her extreme sensual body, as he then sat up, listening, and his mind straining to remember something he should have done that day.
A look down at Sarah, Todd saw her give him a broad smile.
He thought to move and sit on the side of his bed, but he felt oddly un-coordinated, his legs seemed different, and arms too helped him move but stopped him from reaching up to wipe the sweat from off his face.
Sarah reached her hands out to stroke Todd into another stout and hard erection. She fondled it, fingering the hot and oily shaft, her one index finger picking at the hole on its puckered end. Her other hand went wandering, rubbing his chest, combing the thick and coarse shaggy hair which by then did adorn his entire body.
Todd staggered about the flat but soft surface of his big bed. His lack of coordination had him stepping over and on Sarah.
At last Sarah tired of the attitude, she sitting up on the bed, grabbed her lover, boasting him to stand upright, as she mouthed his shaft.
The sensation and excitement of the moment took Todd to the heights of his thrilled delight, he then screaming from her touch, but began to make bleating sounds as those of a buck goat in rut.
With his forelegs and the cloven hoofs setting on Sarah's hairy shoulders, he had a thought to look back and down along the length and girth of his strangely sensual body. It was then he began to bleat in panic, seeing his rump and legs were those of some hoary gray goat. He felt them sway and tilting his head down Todd saw the two Kiwi fruit size testicles that were a sign of his new heritage.
The excitement spurned his goaty tail to wag and swish, he finding some odd sense of joy from then having a tail.
Sarah saw he was thinking and discovering of what she had caused to happen. Her hands went busily at work fondling Todd, bringing his mind way from thoughts of what he lost; dreaming again of his desire for sexual conquests, and things only of sensuality.
A mostly gray to white with splotches of dried semen caked and drying to his belly, accentuated the sexual creature Todd had become, all in the space on one full day and night.
He was again in the heat of goatish rut when the phone beside his bed rang four times. The answering machine took the call, it was Alice, and she was all excited. Sarah looked at the phone, as Todd slowed his thrusting, both listening, hearing Alice tell him he had won the New York state lottery, the prize being 500 million dollars.
Sarah just laughed, as Todd, his mind clear for the moment, was reflecting on his plain dumb luck!
Since then,
Alice redeemed the lottery ticket for Todd; she is now very rich and living in Honolulu.
Sarah with her witchery magic has her own regal palace, it teaming with many differing species of sex lusting and half-human minded creatures that were once men.
Todd, he tried to leave Sarah, wishing to be near his rich sweetheart and all that lovely money, but what does a mature buck goat need of money; especially, as he soon found himself as the prime stud buck on a farm, with two hundred nanny goats???
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