#goat girl
Spooky Halloween with the witchy vibes ✨
Normal Version (you are here)
Futa Version (http://tf-warlock.tumblr.com/post/165336129857/futa-version-you-are-here-normal)
“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…
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Paula was in the kitchen making coffee, as she did every day. She was so tired today, she hadn’t really bothered to get dressed yet, wearing only a pair of stripped pink panties she had fallen asleep in. As she stumbled about the kitchen, washing out a coffee cup, pouring the grounds into the coffee maker, she couldn’t help but to yawn sleepily, and to pray the coffee was the cure for her grogginess. It wasn’t long before the rich scent of the roasted beans filled the air and she almost felt weak in the knees, she was an admitted coffee addict.
Paula took the bag of grounds and looked it over while she waited. Baaaaad Beans Coffee, a new brandy with the silhouette of a goat on the package. Paula loved trying new coffee brands or flavors, and while she always had a favorite brand or flavor, any type of coffee was the nectar of the gods.
As the sent of the Coffee filled the room, Paula couldn’t help but to feel a bit strange. Her legs tingled, somewhere between pins and needles, and itching. Her nose felt sore, and her ears were stiff. She almost felt like she had a small headache coming on, like two points of sharp discomfort, and her tailbone and ass ached softly. Even her feet felt stiff and sore.
Paula swore under her breath, wondering how she had managed to sleep so poorly as to wake up in such a state. She rubbed her small breasts idly, wondering why they felt so stiff. Coffee would fix all of this though, coffee and a shower. Paula was thankful the coffee was done, and proceeded to pour herself a mug of it. Steam danced across the surface of the hot beverage, and Paula added some sugar and just the tiniest bit of cream, preferring her coffee relatively black. When she was done stirring she brought the hot spoon to her mouth, and gave a quick taste of the coffee on it.
Everything seemed to happen all at once, the moment a single drop of that coffee touched her lips, everything changed. The itching went from about a 5 out of 10, all the way to 11. Thick wavy hairs grew out from her skin, so rapidly that she could have blinked and missed it, though there was no way to miss the burning heat of the change. Within seconds her smooth legs had been engulfed in what could only be called fur. The fur was growing under her panties in a thick bush that trailed up toward her naval. Paula’s Breasts plumped in size so rapidly she almost fell, the weight of her now oversized chest was as unexpected as it was pleasant. Unlike the rest of her changes, her breasts growing actually felt strangely good. Her sore ass was being caused by a tailbone poised to lift, and it did. Her bones shifting was an odd lurching feeling that made her balance feel off, and the burning let her know whatever had happened, was also just as furry as her legs. Her feet cramped stiffly, and for a moment they felt very weird, but the moment passed quickly, and after that she couldn’t feel the hooves that her feet had grown into much at all. Paula’s ears felt like someone yanked on them roughly, and they stretched outward like rubber. They too were burning up, and the feeling was matched by the yanking and burning on her face. Her ears flopped outwards, and her nose widened and grew longer as it turned pink at it’s tip and was covered in fur. Meanwhile the twin points of headache felt like white hot lances of pain for the briefest second, then there was a stiff feeling as two horns grew out from her skull.
Paula barely managed to set her coffee on the counter without dropping it. Her legs felt weak, her hooves clacked on the linoleum floor loudly. She ran a trembling hand through her thick leg fur, while the other touched her short muzzle-like nose.
“Ba-a-a-a?” Paula bleated in surprise, covering her mouth with both hands. “Did I just ble-e-ee-at? What the hell was in that coffee!?”
Paula folded her arms over her large breasts and looked down at the cup, ready to dump it in the sink. This was all too much to deal with first thing in the morning, especially without having had any coffee. The scent of the coffee still hung in the air, teasing, taunting. Paula wondered if drinking more would just turn her into a goat, or if it had already done it’s worst.
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Beltane goat gal
I’m doing an adoptable giveaway over on my FA, but she turned out so cute I had to advertise here too. You can enter if you want the chance to win her, rules in the desc. :3c
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some outfits for the goat girl!
For an art trade on furry amino!
