“Thank you, young man! There aren’t too many strapping young boys like you around these days!” Said the elderly woman, resting her weight on her cane as Conner held onto her shoulder. She seemed rather frail, and Conner made sure he was gentle, moving slow enough that he wasn’t rushing her. Though he wanted to get her access the street to the bus stop rapidly, needing to get back to his own day, he wasn’t the type of person to rush an old woman. And she was so kind, so thankful for the assistance. Conner couldn’t help but feel a certain pride from the act. It was his good deed of the day, one he could feel good about being selfless and helping a fellow human being.
“I don’t suppose I could get you to come home with me? I could use some help around the house. Good help is so hard to come by…” the woman asked, with a sort of pleading expression on her face that almost made Conner sad he had to say no. Of course, he had to; his boyfriend was waiting for him at home with dinner and a romantic evening. But he didn’t want to tell the woman that, just in case she wasn’t amicable with same-sex couples.
“No, I’m sorry, I have to get home,” Conner said kindly, sure she was joking.
Yet, the next words out of the old woman’s mouth almost shocked him, not expecting her to have such a stark reaction to his refusal. “I’m going to have to insist you come home with me, young man. You’re too good a worker to pass up, and I’ve been looking for someone like you to help around the house for so long…”
“No, I’m sorry, I can’t…” Conner said, feeling a little concerned for her well-being. He hoped she wasn’t senile, figuring that was likely the case but wishing he didn’t have to keep letting her down. Still, he had to go, and if he couldn’t work up to doing so amicably, he would have to be curt and simply walk away to get on with his day.
Yet, looking at the woman’s eyes, a soft glow started to play over them as though she was casting some sort of spell. The energy was almost palpable in the air, leaving Conner to stay and stare into them, wanting to escape but unable to look away. He was terrified, yet the more he stood there, the more relaxed he became in her presence. As though she was someone important to him, someone he indeed had to serve in order to be the best person he could be…
“If you will not come serve me willingly, then I will have you serve me as a beast. I told you, I need young men to work for me, and I will not be refused by the likes of you. No man in a hundred years has turned me down, and I will not start allowing it to happen now-”
The sound of a car horn blaring broke Conner from his reverie, shaking his head from the intrusive throughs. They were still on the curb, after all, and in the way of oncoming traffic. The woman, shocked out of whatever spell she was casting, almost fell over, the power she wielded seeming to be the only thing holding her up. With its disruption came her loss of balance, and without Conner still holding onto her, she fell over in the street.
Yet, Conner, afraid and confused about what had happened, decided to bolt. It was powerfully unnerving to leave a woman in the street like that, one helpless to get up on her own. But even if he played the experience off as a hallucination, there was no denying that it bothered him deep down, enough so that he was afraid to be in her presence for one second longer. Surely, there would be some other good samaritan to come across her, right? She would forget about him, and hopefully, eventually, he would forget about her.
Trying to get the experience out of his mind, Conner made his way back to their shared apartment. His boyfriend, Matt, was there to greet him at the door with a kiss, and Conner immediately felt the comfort and familiarity of home. The fear and concern over the woman’s words were starting to melt, and he was able to tell his love about the woman, laughing it off.
“I hope she’s OK,” Conner said, finishing the story and feeling that rush of guilt from leaving her there.
“Don’t be, honey. She wasn’t well, and someone else will look after her. You did enough. You’re a sweet man. My man,” Matt said and took his lover in another kiss.
“Yeah, you’re right, sweetie,” Conner said before going to the bathroom to refresh himself before dinner. Matt was an amazing cook, and he loved to do it, having more time and energy from his work-from-home job. Conner was looking forward to a relaxing evening to put the silly event of the day behind him!
Passing by the mirror, Conner thought he saw something reflected within that made him do a double take. Staring at himself for a few moments, Conner couldn’t immediately determine what had attracted his attention. It was as though something was wrong with his eyes…but they were the same bluish-gray they had always been, right? But something, some shine in them reminded him of the woman…the witch? Was that right?
Figuring he was just hallucinating after the bizarre event, Conner took one more look in the mirror, smiling at his foolishness. A scream left his lips not a moment later, the sight of the mirror demonic and not at all what he had been expecting. His pupils were impossibly dilated, almost rectangular than the shape he was used to. Like the eyes of some sort of demon, or animal…though blinking for a few moments revealed nothing, as though he’d been looking at an illusion. He really was rattled by the woman today, Conner rationalized.
“Everything OK, honey?” Called his love from the other room, sounding concerned.
“No worries honey, I almost tripped, is all!” Conner said, not wanting his love to worry about something so silly. Washing his hands, he looked over his reflection one more time, just to make sure what he’d seen wasn’t true. And, for now, at least, it was all in his head.
The evening passed wonderfully, the two having dinner and talking about nothing in particular. It was comfortable, the two of them having been together for some years and settling into a quiet rhythm, though one they would trade nothing for. Once the dishes were done, Matt pulled Conner into the bedroom, both of them hard and excited for what was to come. Pulling off each other’s clothes, the two of them took each other in a deep kiss, humping their cocks together to the point of leaking and moaning and eager to commence their fun.
Conner eventually broke the kiss without words getting onto the bed and sticking his ass up in the air. Conner having cleaned himself out earlier, Matt had no trouble getting on the bed with him and lapping at his exposed rectum, peppering it with kisses and preparing his love for the intrusion to come. Though they switched often, Conner was more often than not on the bottom, and Matt was eager to take him. Having not made love in a few days, both were ready and eager to cum, the needs in their members at the apex. A little lube was all that was needed before Matt plunged his cock in, and they began their rut in earnest.
“Oh, yeah, fuck mEEEEE!” Conner called out, the tone in his voice a little off for both of them. But Matt didn’t bother to question the sounds. He just continued to pound his boyfriend’s butt in the way the two of them loved. The clenching on his cock was sublime, making Matt moan out and call for his lover.
Conner, even through their fuck, felt a strange tingling in his body, as though he was being overtaken by the old woman’s words once more. With that thought in mind, he found it a little difficult to hold his erection. But the sensations of their lovemaking were too much to hold back against, and Conner reached down, rubbing his dick in time to the pounding in his prostate. He didn’t want something so foolish to interfere with his time with his love, and he was so aroused, so horny, especially with his lover inside of him, thrusting gently but fervently, the perfect tempo to bring Matt’s own arousal as well.
Yet, even with the sensations of sex taking him away from the moment, it was impossible to deny something being off with his body. He was sweaty, naturally, but itchy all over, as though hairs were rubbing against the skin, pushing through and increasing the number of hairs over his body tenfold. In particular, a sensation above his ass made him a little concerned, as though his tailbone was pushing against the skin. It grew to the point of nearly paining him, though Conner did his best to fight through it, wanting to cum and enjoy his lovemaking.
“Ohh…honey…son’t stop…I’m gonna cummEEEEEE!” Conner called out, feeling his cock going into orgasm. Despite the intense sensations of release, Conner couldn’t help but notice something was off with his voice, but there was little to be done for it through the orgasm he experienced. It was as though his cock was on fire, spilling onto their bed and missing the tissues he had set out for them.
Matt would have been stopped by the strange noise coming from his lover’s sounds, though the clenching against his own rod was enough to make him cum as well. Never before at his boyfriend taken him so readily, and it took a few moments of post-orgasmic panting for Matt to realize anything was wrong. The more he reflected on it, the more concerned he got, especially as he pulled out of his lover, just now noticing an obvious bump on his lover’s rump. It was larger than even a sprained or broken tailbone could account for, and Matt was tempted to rub it, curious if it was filled with puss or the like. Though he couldn’t bring himself to, not sure what it was and concerned for his lover. “Honey, is everything alright?” Matt thought to ask, though didn’t know if Conner was even aware of the growth.
“Yeah…” Came the reply, though Conner didn’t sound so sure. That fact was he had felt off all day, especially after the confrontation with the woman. The itching and ache in his tailbone didn’t help matters, and if Matt was asking, surely it wasn’t all in his mind. As he turned around, rubbing his skin revealed more body hair than he was used to, particularly since he shaved regularly to keep himself bare for his boyfriend. The white hairs were a contrast to his normal darkened shade and so thick in some places that it was harder to see the skin. It was like he was wearing a tattoo or sleeve, but curiously running fingers over revealed it was as much hair as Conner had been expecting. And, stranger still, the action seemed to trigger the man’s lump to move, wagging as though it was some kind of…tail?
“Honey, what’s going on? Is there something wrong with mEEEEEEE?” Conner asked, feeling the motion of something wagging on his backside and being deeply concerned. And the itching across his body was powerfully uncomfortable, making him scratch with fingers that were stiff and had to rub intently in order to feel anything. He got up at that, looking into the concerned face of his lover.
It was the sight of Conner’s eyes, however, that made Matt do a double take. They were larger on his face, yellowed, and looking almost alien in the light of the room. At a closer look, Matt was soon aware it was the pupils, rectangular and on the opposite plane to a human’s eyes. His heart was racing at the sight, Conner looking more like a demon than anything. Yet, the more he stared, the more Matt found the shape familiar. Horror-themed, sure, but not just simply that. Like the eyes based on some sort of animal…
“Honey, your eyes…Fuck, what’s happening to you?” Matt said, Conner running to the bathroom to look at his reflection. A cry came out of his love’s mouth, and Matt went to hug him as Conner started to sob, unable to fathom what was happening to him or what would even cause such an ailment.
“I don’t know! I don’t want to BBEEEEEEE changing like this!” Conner cried, Matt holding him close as the two took comfort in each other.
With that, Conner agreed they should call a doctor in the morning, figuring it wasn’t urgent enough to visit an emergency room. Matt seemed more worried about it than Conner, not sure how such alterations could take place and not wanting to see anything else happen, especially with the speed of its spread. Conner wanted to fear for his health and humanity, he really did. But he couldn’t help but think about the woman he had helped in the afternoon, how much her words had weight over him, and how much he needed to…what?
Sleep did not come easy for either of them, though Matt’s snoring eventually came to Conner’s ears, allowing him to rest at least for a little. His love for his boyfriend was still there, nothing could remove that. But he also felt he had another lot in life, one that Conner was missing and that he desperately craved. Like he needed to go to the woman, that she was his master, and needed to serve…it was such an overwhelming urge he was barely able to sleep. But sleep he did, even if his dreams were fixated on that other life coming closer and closer to fruition.
Eventually, the early alarm went off, and Conner got up, throwing the sheets off him. The fabric against his skin was irritating, and he needed to get them off. His thoughts were foggy, as though Conner was still in the dream and the waking world was faulty. He knew he had to get up to go to the doctor. But there was someplace more urgent for him to travel to, someone he needed to see, some other purpose that beckoned to him, something just out of reach…
Yet, the moment he got out of bed, Conner stumbled forward, nearly falling down onto his face. It was as though his feet were numb, stunted somehow, and not working the way he figured they should be. No amount of focus would alleviate the numbness, and Conner was left to fall over, calling out to his boyfriend as he hit the carpet. “FUUUUUUCKEEEE!” Conner cried out, the bleating tone still present.
“Honey!?” Matt yelled, getting up and looking at the fallen form of his boyfriend. He wanted to reach down and help him up right way, he really did. But the sight of the state Conner was him made Matt pause. The hair was still present, thicker, even, though Matt hardly had the ability to measure it or be certain in the relatively dark room. But it was definitely harder to see the skin in most places, as though he was coated in the long hairs. And there was something off about Conner’s face as well, though not something Matt could immediately identify with the lights off.
His bare feet and legs, however, were a different story. Heels seemed to have broken apart, hanging off the back of his feet at an odd angle. Calves seemed shorter, covered with the same short hairs peppering his back and chest. Two of Conner’s toes seemed significantly thicker, while little persisted of what should have been bulbous larger toes. Even in the low light of the room, the mental image Matt was barely able to comprehend was one of…hooves? Was his lover changing into some kind of…Satyr monster? How the hell was he even changing in the first place?!
Conner seemed to have his own perspective on the changes, one likely more accurate to the situation at hand. He could not get his mind off the woman and what she wanted from him. A servant, yet no longer one to do menial labor. Conner understood that he belonged to her, as much as he knew he belonged here with his love. And even as much as he knew he should resist, part of him was aware he could not and was subject to her whims. And it was her whim that he should be changed in form to match her needs…
“My fEEEEEEET!” Conner tried to call out, though there was no denying the bleating quality in his tone. Matt turned on the light, and both men were treated to the horrific sight of the nails on Conner’s toes starting to thicken, looking like hardened putty on the digits. The two remaining center toes possessed thickening pointed growths, while the other two only nubs as they continued to shrink. Soon, it looked for all the world like Conner had a set of cloven hooves where his feet once were, heels still stretching and thinning, making them certain Conner would have difficulty walking, if at all.
“It’s happening faster!” Matt said, not having seen the changes move in real-time before now. Yet, it was obvious whatever was ailing his lover was happening faster, and they likely didn’t even have time to call a doctor and book an appointment. And what good would it do in the face of such an inhuman change?
Even with that fearful reality, Matt could not forget the alterations to his lover’s face, ones that had literally been brought into the light. Matt did his best not to gasp, not wanting to frighten his love. But there was no denying the terror of the demonic visage Matt was looking at. His lover was in there, certainly, though the eyes were larger than humanly possible, those same bestial rectangles present within them. But it was more than that, and not simply the growth of more fur in the form of his previously shaven beard, now back and white and creating what had to be the start of a goatee. Ears were pointed and stretched into a more oval shape at the sides of his head. His nose was flattened, the skin at the base red as his nostrils flared, as though taking in a scent neither of them were sure of. And, perhaps most jarring of all were two pointed bumps at the base of his temples, clear signs of the beginnings of horns. With all the alterations to his face, Matt couldn’t help but equate the visage to that of a goat.
“How do you feel, honey?” Matt said, helping him up and back onto the bed. Conner seemed a little dizzy, a faraway look in his eyes, though Matt couldn’t be certain. He was a little afraid to ask, given the circumstances.
Hearing the question, Conner went to respond but then stopped, not really sure how he should answer. It was a little hard to focus on the words, as though his mind was somewhere else. He was effectively swimming in soup, fixated on the woman and imagining how much better it would be in her presence. He still had the peace of mind to stay in the present with his lover, but that was all he could manage. With all going on in his mind, Conner could barely muster up the cognizance to care about the changes, more worried about his boyfriend’s reaction than anything.
“I nEEEEd to see her…” Conner said, letting the words hang there in the air, making Matt shiver to the core.
“We can’t! She might…are you sure she did this to you?” Matt asked, though there was little doubt in his mind, either. He knew who Conner was talking about, of course. There was little other cause for such a series of extreme changes, after all. How it was possible, he couldn’t even begin to guess, though there was little doubting his own eyes. And, if she was the cause of the changes, it made sense that she was the only one who could reverse them. With the alterations happening so fast, they had little other choice but to hope that was the case!
With his legs in their current state, Conner couldn’t stand, and Matt tried to help him get dressed as best he could. The worrying thing about it, however, was that even what should have been a tight-fitting shirt seemed loose on his frame, as though meant for a larger man. And, with helping him up, Conner even seemed lighter, as though he was losing mass. Whatever he was becoming seemed much smaller than his current self, and Matt couldn’t help but feel a shiver of fear for what would become of his love if they didn’t hurry.
At least his lover’s smaller stature made it easier to help carry him to the car, though Matt wasn’t sure exactly where they were going. Conner assured him that he could locate the woman, that she was calling out to him, and he was being drawn to her somehow. He could at least be a guide, though with his thoughts muddled as they were, he could barely say anything more.
The moment he was placed in the car, however, was the moment Conner panicked, struggling against his seatbelt as soon as it was fashioned around him. “Let mEEEEEE out!” Conner struggled to talk, eyes widened and filled with terror. Matt felt his heart sink at that, seeing the animalistic actions in his love. It took a few minutes of holding him down for Conner to regain some semblance of control. “SorrEEEy…” Conner eventually said, feeling ashamed for the outburst. It was little consolation with that faraway look replacing human awareness in his eyes.
“Oowww…MMMMMEEEEEY ass…” Conner moaned, shifting in the seat a little. He must have been sitting on his tail, which started to twitch the moment it was free to do so. Matt had to admit he was scared deep down, though could do little about it without worrying his love further. His fragile mental state already seemed to be deteriorating, and Matt was legitimately terrified, hoping to all hope he could get his love the help he needed.
For the first ten minutes or so, Conner was able to give accurate directions, or at least ones he thought were as such. Every time Matt questioned him, Conner would nod his head, looking outward with a sense of urgency.” MMEEEEEEEHHHH! ” Conner called out at one point, though Matt hadn’t asked him any questions. Matt couldn’t be sure what was going on in his lover’s head, trying his best not to fixate on the problems he had no control over and working with what he could control in the here and now.
That was not always possible, much to his alarm. “Ok, Babe, where now?” Matt asked, eyes still on the road. Yet, there was no answer for a space of thirty seconds, which to Matt might as well have been the infinite void. So, left without confirmation, he pulled over, turning around and hoping his eyes would not match what he feared would be the case. He was not expecting to see that his boyfriend had his head turned and was chewing on the leather interior of the seat, eyes glazed over with an expression that could only be quantified as hunger.
“Honey, what are you doing?!” Matt said, panicked that his lover’s mind was already gone, and there was no hope that Conner would be returned to him.
After a painfully long time, Conner turned around, protruding mouth opening, and dropped the piece of the seat onto his lap. A look of confusion was plastered on his face, only to be replaced with terror as he realized what he had been doing.
“I don’t know, honey. MYYYYYYY mind was just drifting…” He said, a dreamy look on his features that left Matt terrified. It seemed there was more animal than human in the expression, making Matt fear for the endgame. Was his lover turning into an actual goat? It seemed to be the case as best as he could tell.
Matt hadn’t wanted to look but couldn’t help but spot the obvious alterations from even the last half hour, more pronounced than he was hoping to see and making him worried. His horns were longer, swept back on Conner’s head as the hair above it parted to make room for the spreading coat of white hairs moving up his head. His nose was black now, bridge flattened into his face, fused with the ends of more flexible lips. It seemed to be flaring, breathing in the scents in the car of their unwashed bodies and the panic sweat from the fear and rush to get Conner help. He seemed to be inhaling deeply, fixated on something Matt could hardly fathom.
A brief glance downward revealed something that made Matt even more concerned for his lover. The sight of a tent in Conner’s pants was usually something he relished, though in current circumstances he couldn’t feel anything but fear. Conner was aroused by something that he could not understand, and Conner was even moving to pull his pants down, as though trying to get to it. Matt was almost tempted to pull off the road and stop him, but there was no time.
Eventually, his efforts were successful, even with hands that were a little stiffer than Matt was hoping to see. Like a train wreck, Matt couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of Conner’s exposed erection the moment his underwear was off and he was stroking it. It was clearly inhuman, red, pointed, and leaking. Matt felt his heart sink at the sight of it. Worse was that Conner seemed not to notice anything was amiss with touching himself in the car, needing to get off with a sudden arousal that Matt could place. And, worse, it didn’t seem like it would take him very long to…
“MMMEEEEEEHHHHH!” Came a completely goat-like bleat as Conner’s cock shot a modest load of cum into his lap. The pleasure in his eyes was indistinguishable, though bestial, and Matt couldn’t help but feel that he was losing his boyfriend, needing to get him help and not sure if he was even doing the right thing!
Matt tried to drive faster, to get his lover to their goal as quickly as possible. Yet, soon, a fetid smell hit the air of shit and piss and barn that left Matt to gag. Had Conner…how far had his mind gone!?
“Honey, did you just…oh, god!” Matt said, not wanting to look but needing to know. Conner’s penis was out of his sheath now, and a stream of piss was leaking from the tip, spreading all over himself and the seat. It was worse than that if the smell of shit was any indication, likely in his pants and making Matt disgusted. He knew his love didn’t have any choice in the matter and was all the more eager to get his boyfriend some needed help.
“SORRRRRREEEEEY!” Conner finally said as though coming out of a dream. He shifted in his seat a little, trying to evade the impact of his mess. But there was nothing to be done for it. Any time used to stop and help him would be taking away from the ticking clock counting down his humanity.
“HEEEEEERE!” Conner suddenly yelled out, though it took Matt a moment to understand the words. With what seemed like restrictive arms, Conner reached up and pointed towards a house at the end of the road, one with a rather expansive yard and field beyond. Matt hadn’t been sure how they got there, not remembering turning onto this road. But at the moment, he had larger cares, and parked the car, running over to the other side to help Conner out.
Though the moment that he lifted his still-smaller boyfriend, he fell over, feet not useful for standing on two legs anymore. It was worse than that, his flattened hips making it hard to even position himself in a way he could stand. It seemed like the efforts to lift him were doing something to his pelvis, a series of wet snaps shooting bone through the skin in some places before repositioning itself into something likely fit for the goat he was becoming.
“I wasn’t expecting you so soon, or that you would bring company,” an old woman said from some distance away before walking toward the pair with surprising strength for someone that would require aid across the street. Matt couldn’t be sure, but it seemed the closer the woman got, the more vital she appeared to be. Even the cane she had started with was discarded, though Matt was hardly concerned with that, focused on what was happening to his lover.
Worse, the closer she got, the more Conner’s changes started to accelerate. Fur was sprouting faster across his form, black patches in some places while the rest of his coat remained white. He was shrinking all the while, and Matt thought it helpful to pull off his shirt, leaving him naked, though it was a moot point with the amount of fur that covered his body. Though it could not hide increasingly hairy testicles or the cock that was slapping against his belly, firm and erect even though they were covered over with fur and moving back along his perineum. It seemed that any modesty or restraint was gone as he started to stroke his cock once more, eager for that semblance of animalistic pleasure.
With that, cracks and pops resonated through his shrinking body as his belly changed, growing chubby while his chest barreled. Shoulders seemed to sink into his chest as his torso shrank, becoming compact while his arms and legs were positioned underneath his body. Though he was barely able to continue stroking himself, Conner seemed to manage it, bleating immediately as Matt looked on, mortified by the display, though could do naught but watch as his boyfriend’s humanity was steadily robbed from him.
“The changes do make one aroused, so I’m told,” the woman said, by way of explanation. “That’s often why most of my order recruit two familiars at once so that they could carry out those lusts with each other. I’ll have to get him a mate at some point. He’ll lose his hands soon,” she finished, as though it was the most normal thing in the world.
Matt felt his cheeks flush in rage at that. Conner had never liked women, in fact, being a point of contention with his sexuality. He couldn’t imagine his lover being changed in body and mind only to mate with female goats. It was too much!
With that, Matt reached down, trying to pull Conner’s hands off his cock, in an effort to try and get the changes to stop. He had no idea if such would change him further, but he wanted to help his lover not debase himself in front of the woman. Still, the goat bleated at him, reaching down with longer cheeks and blunt teeth to try and bite him away. Matt pulled back, but not in time to avoid getting some of the cum on him as Conner released!
“MMMEEEEEHHHH!” Came a now familiar bleat of release as Conner blew another bolt of cum onto his belly and Matt’s hands. His cock was entirely inhuman at that point, a bestial sheath hitching it up towards his stomach where the remnants of human nipples sat coated in semen.
No sooner was he able to orgasm than his hands started to violently shake, thumbs being pulled up thinning wrists while middle and ring fingers grew thicker and longer relative to his stature. Like his feet, the nails swelled around the tips, forming pointed cloven hooves, while the other fingers moved around the backs of his wrists, hooved dewclaws in their own right. Not caring about the cum on them or on his hands, Matt reached down, holding onto his lover’s hooves before Conner reflexively pulled away, a panicked bleat in his tones that sounded entirely unhuman.
Terrified for his lover, Matt stared into Conner’s animalistic facial features, the only part of his body that still maintained humanity. There was little left, and even that was not to last as his horns swept back over his head, fur converted former brown hair, and ears started to wriggle with the ability to do so. Matt wanted to reach down and give his lover one last kiss, though Conner’s face was pushing outward with a series of wet cracks, forming a blunt muzzle with yellowed, flattened teeth. Within moments, there was little left of his lover, only the goat Matt feared Conner would become, perhaps for the rest of his life.
With that, all the concern and the worry faded from Conner’s eyes, alien as they already were. It was almost as though the light within was dimming and with it, human awareness. He couldn’t be sure, but Matt felt deep down his boyfriend was lost to him. Yet, he couldn’t believe that was the case, as much as he didn’t want to admit it.
“Conner…Conner! Honey….no…” Matt moaned, looking into the face of what was indistinguishable from that of a feral goat. Like the animal he was, Conner pulled back from him, struggling against the hug and looking to run away. Yet, the goat seemed to wrestle with something else for a moment, shaking his head just slightly as though fighting something within. With an expression equal parts frightening and relieving, the goat came up to him, licking Matt’s cheek with a tiny tongue. Even with the likelihood that Conner would run once more, Matt put his arms around the goat, sobbing. With a surprisingly comforting gesture from an animal, the goat pulled into him, rubbing his head against Matt’s face and licking the salty tears from his cheeks.
“Why did you do this!?” Matt said, not caring about the repercussions from challenging the woman. His lover had been taken from him already, and with that truth, he felt there was nothing else the woman could rob from him that could compare. All he was left with was to beg, to sob, and hope that he would at least be given the chance to say goodbye before whatever fate befell him.
“It’s simple, my dear. I needed a soul that I could use to serve me. My power isn’t what it once was, and I require a human-turned-beast to act as a conduit. I don’t expect you to understand, mortals seldom do. The fact I am explaining this to you is a courtesy. He was not supposed to bring anyone with him, a testament to your bond, to be sure,” the woman said, and Matt just looked up, tears running down his eyes as he hugged his former boyfriend-turned-goat tightly.
“I’m sorry, but even if I wanted to, I could not change him back. Once the bond is made, it is permanent until my death. You could try to kill me, I suppose, though even if you were somehow to manage it, my familiar would be taken with me. But the same goes for as long as I live, which is much longer than his human lifespan, I can assure you. And although he must be a beast now, his life will not be one of suffering, but one of freedom and bestial contentment.
“I don’t give a shit about all that! I just want him back! Give him back to me!” Matt cried out, though he might as well have been calling out into the void. He didn’t get up to attack the woman, only sat there, holding his former lover with tears running down his face.
Though part of him was expecting the woman to do something to him, to change him as well, nothing happened. Matt even thought that would be better, to be an ignorant animal and forget the pain of loss that overwhelmed his soul. Though had he the choice, he would join his love, not caring if it was in a different form if only they could be together. He wanted to ask but feared repercussions should the old woman truly be vindictive.
“It’s Ok, I understand your pain. I once had…well, it was many years ago. I can tell that you love him, and you need him almost as much as I do. A malleable soul like that is all I can use my magics on, you see. But, the same can work if you love him enough. Though I can’t turn him back, he is mine in body and soul, you can be together still. You need only agree to my terms…”
“Yes…” Matt said without missing a beat. It didn’t matter whether or not he thought things through. He was thinking with his heart, not his head, not in the face of what the woman could actually do to him. As the magic started to flow through him, his clothes removed and his skin tingling with the growth of fur, Matt knew what was to become of him. He would join his love in body and mind, not to return with him to their past lives. But as his skull compressed and his thoughts started to flow from his head, Matt cared only that the scents of his love were fresh in his nostrils and that, no matter the form, the two of them would be together forever…