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“Does this goat’s milk taste funny to you?”

“Actually… It tastes pretty good, better than it normally does.”

“Exactly… I wonder if they got new goats or a new milker or something.”

“Yeah it must be something like that… It used to have that barnyard taste to it, I didn’t really want to ever drink it plain but now…”

“It’s so sweet and clean now… We have to buy some more of this next time we drive by that farm.”

“definitely!”


The verdict was in, Greenfield Grove Organic Goat’s Milk was getting rave reviews and was struggling to meet demands. Something about the milk had suddenly changed, the goats seemed happier, healthier, and produced twice as much milk as they had. Gabrielle had only recently started working on the farm, but even she could tell how drastically the quality of the milk had gone up. It had actually got her kind of curious, just how did the old farmer manage to improve his farm so much seemingly overnight? She had checked out the milking area, the machine was the same one that had been there when she got hired, the barn was clean but there was nothing special about it, the pasture seemed normal as ever, nothing was out of place.

She hadn’t been able to get a single clue from the old man as to his secret, but he was quick to remind her not to go into the forest behind the farm and she soon became suspicious of his reasons. One day, while the farmer was making a run into town, Gabrielle decided that she was going to find out what he had hidden in the woods behind the barn one way or another. It was a particularly hot day, cloudless sky, no breeze, the ground desperate for rain (not that you could tell with how lush the farm looked) Gabby was happy to be under the shade of the trees and was confident the goats would be fine for a few minutes of her exploration.

As she hopped over the fence and made her way to the dense trees she felt a cool breeze that drifted out of the foliage carrying the scent of clovers and fresh dew. She could almost feel an aura of refreshing spring about the place and she instantly felt at ease. Maybe the farmer wasn’t really hiding anything, maybe this was just his secret spot to get out of the summer heat, maybe…

She heard a noise coming from in further in the trees. It sounded… melodic, almost like a birdsong… but she was sure she heard a mans voice. As she strained to make out what she was hearing she heard a sound that was unmistakably a goats bleat. One of the animals must have gotten loose somehow, she thought as she moved to what looked to be a small path into the trees. The faint trail weaved through the dense trees and she quickly lost sight of the farm behind her as she entered the woods. It took her a few moments of bushing through bushes and past overhanging branches until she came out into a clearing. There was a small field inside the woods, about a twenty foot circle of grass with a particularly talk oak in it’s center that gave the area a good amount of shade. Below the tree she spied the horns of one of the goats hiding in the grass.

“Hey there little fella, how did you get all the way out here?”

The shaped in the grass rustled and stirred and Gabrielle took a step back as it lurched to it’s feet groggily. The shape grew into a human sized figure, easily four and a half feet tall. The man if you could call him that, had oddly bent fur covered legs ending in two cloven hooves and had a large pair of horns poking out of the top of his bushy hair next to his floppy ears. His chest was covered in a fluffy mound of chest hair and he had a small goatee and a big nose. As she yawned and scratched his side he eventually noticed the slack jawed dark haired girl at the other end of the clearing.

“Wha-a-aat do we have here!? A maiden, lost and forlorn in the den of the lonely satyr, ah tis true, fate must have planned this day to be. Pray tell, what is your name sweet maiden?”

“Y-you spoke!” Gabrielle stammered. “Y-you’re a goat… a goat man..”

“A satyr to be precise maiden, but I am more curious, who are you? You aren’t the old farmer, maybe his daughter, or simply a lost traveler?”

“I… I’m Gabby… Gabrielle, I work at the farm and I thought that… I must be crazy, I’m talking to a goat. Maybe I got heatstroke and I’m hallucinating.” Gabrielle doubted her senses and watched as the short furry man approached her, his steps a graceful trot that showed of his dexterity despite his digitigrade stance.

“Ga-a-a-a-brielle? Such a beautiful name for a maiden, and you say you are in the employ of the farmer? Are you here for another blessing then, so soon?”

“B-blessing?”

“I though… ” He paused an then let out deep laugh. “Crafty old man he is, keeping my gifts a secret. And you, you are here to uncover his duplicitous nature am I right?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “It is magic my young maiden, old and powerful magic, the same which keeps this land lush and verdant year in and year out. The same which keeps the green a secret that most never learn. I have been want of companionship these long years and when I spied the old timer tending to his flock I had to see if he was worthy to share a drink with.” He pulled a leather wineskin from a small belt she had not noticed him wearing and uncorked it’s stopper before taking a deep drink. As she finished he swooned and swayed, his face flush and his grin earnest. “Strong as ever… care for a drink?” He waved the wineskin at her.

Gabby didn’t reach for the drink, still convinced this was a dream or a hallucination. She started to move toward the edge of the clearing.

“Ga-a-a-abby… leaving so soon? Tis rude to refuse my hospitality, mayhap a demonstration of the power of the green to convince a doubtful maiden of my potency yes?” He dropped the wineskin to the ground and started to dance. Gabby was a bit taken aback by the scene before her, but the swaying hips of the small goatman left her transfixed. She watched the graceful dance with a sense of awe, it felt unnatural, as if he wasn’t moving but the ground was shifting beneath him giving him the illusion of motion. She felt time pass, and she couldn’t tell if minutes or years were flowing by. A overwhelming sense of calm and life filled her with a primal joy that left her drained and spent as the furry mans twirling ceased.

The satyr took a moment to collect himself and then looked at Gabrielle with a grin. “Ah what beauty! I have outdone myself this time, a maiden like you was a perfect gardens to bear the fruit of my power.”

Gabby fell back on to her ass and blinked in confusion, suddenly becoming aware of her surroundings once more. She was still in the grove with the odd goatman, and she felt… she felt strange. She raised her arms and looked at the layer of furry hair growing from them, she moved and felt her body jiggle with a healthy amount of chubby fat that had not been there before. Her breasts hung from her chest heavily, large and pink in color, her nipples hanging low like the teats of a goat. Her eyes went wide. “Y-you turned me into a goat!?”

“A goat? Don’t be absurd Gabrielle, you are still a most lovely of maiden, I just gave you the same blessing I gave the farmers flock. Tis true it has altered your nature a bit, but giving you such a fertile form tis a blessing! To have such a natural countenance and physique, you look divine.”

“I look like a go-o-o-a-a-a-t…” She didn’t noticed her voice breaking into a rough bleat but the satyr could barely hide his grin, she would make a far better companion than the old farmer had, he was only good for drinking more than his share of his wine. Gabrielle on the other hand was a vision, a canvas he had masterfully painted whether or not she appreciated his artistry. She would come to understand the magic of the green in time, there were so many things he had to show her…