I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

Sita

I moved Dawn to a separate room, still connected to ours. There we had everything ready for delivery. Even some pain relief. Dawn....is not a goat demon, in fact, she was completely remade by me. 

This will be a totally different type of birth from mine, as my parens are both goat demons-the first type of demons created. We kind of have a robust and bloody history. 

It is said that the first of us was in fact a fallen godling. I guess in the human dimension it would be the story of the fallen angel. Each of the seven dimensions have their own version. In any case, that is my heritage and my offsprings. 

Regardless of who births them, they will have my superior demon blood. Thus, be born as cute little goats. When they turn around five they will be able to alter their image to a humanoid, two feet shape.  Around eight they should be able to look like a human. 

But, this can change based on the maters heritage and strength...and in my case, prophecy. 

The room is lit brightly, we have some music playing in the background. She has chosen blue for the color of the walls, with little galaxies sprinkled in. I give her the potion to numb her pain, (its not the labor that is going to hurt her the most, it is turning her into a goat temporarily that will). I wait for the potion to take full effect in every part of her body. I don’t want to look into her eyes for fear that I will see HER fear. But for me to cast this, I must stare into her beautiful orbs.

I get the room finished, fresh hay for the most part, when I finally look at her.

Instead of seeing any form of fear, all I see is anxiousness.

Crazy bitches! All my brides are crazy ass bitches. Which I forgot in my fear.

I chant while looking into her smiling face. I can tell once the pain hits, but somehow she looks too excited to be upset. Once the little curse is born, the spell will wear off, then we will move the two to a different room. One that will look like a grassy meadow, even down to the edible grass for my little spawn.

The transformation is complete, and instead of seeing my beautiful golden bride, I see a beautiful golden goat. 

I swear, if this spell didn’t cause so much pain, I would do this without them being in labor. Just watching her on four hooves is making me want to shift. I don’t, instead I choose to live longer, as she would try to kill me.

Dawn walks over to the hay, I can tell she is fighting the urge to lay down. Goats give birth standing up, so she must remain standing. Soon we hear her pants getting louder. I walk behind her and I can see a little nose and parts of two hooves. 

I didn’t warn her that the head and hooves would come out at the same time. In any case, just as my pater did, I will ensure that her body is healed after birth. I watch as her body shudders then the kid’s head is out. The sight is both gross and fascinating. I reach down to the little hooves and when her next contraction hits I help our little one come through. I then transform into my goat form and begin to clean my spawn.

Yes, this could have been down by hand with a rag. But that is not natural, and it’s not what my instincts were telling me to do. 

I thought the spell would wear off quickly, but Dawn is still in goat form. She begins to help me take care of our...daughter. I have a daughter. I passed on the message to my parens. I can feel their joy.

The little girl is finally clean and falls asleep, I remember doing that. But...I woke her up so she can get her bearings straight and to suckle. Since Dawn is still a goat, the little one will be able to eat from her teets, which are swaying down full of milk. The little princess struggles to open her eyes, one red and one gold. She has heterochromia. In fact, the red color is mine, and the swirling gold is Dawns. Very interesting.

I get her on her hooves, her legs are a bit weak as she fights to stand. Once she gets half her body up, the other half collapses, until she finally gets them planted firmly. I can see how proud of herself she is. 

She tries to take a step, loses her balance and is on the ground again. This time I will assist her a little bit. Once she is up on her hooves once more, I guide her to Dawn. The little one noticed those hanging milk bags too, and forced her face into them, as she tried to find the n****e. 

I look over and Amber is taking pictures with the polaroid camera that Kali brought over.  This is too awesome. I transform into my humanoid self and translocate Dawn and our spawn to the other room. I then allow Tytus to enter and clean the birthing room.

My parens and my brother are waiting for me. He looks nervous, as if I will kill him on the spot. That boat has already passed. I even gave him a mate...or two. s**t if I can remember. I do too many things to remember every good deed. 

My parens are walking into the baby room when they notice Kali and ‘Buttercup’ on the bed. Kali is too damn adorable, so I walk over and pick her up, taking her with us. 

Her adorableness explodes when she sees my daughter, who is currently running around uncontrollably. She fights to get out of my arms, so I let her down. Her chunky legs run towards my first born, her giggles exploding around the room as she yells out Sita, Sita. My little demon spawn responds to the name and makes her way to Kali. 

Sita...another human goddess name, like Kali. Did she learn all about the Hindu gods and goddesses in this short time. I look at the golden kid, she looks adorable. Feminine power and virtue..huh...I like it. 

“Meet Sita and Kali, Mater, Pater. Sita, my first born...and Kali, my adopted daughter.” I can feel myself wanting to cry from happiness, but I hold off. The last time a demon allowed themselves to cry...a bit of destruction occurred. Therefore, crying is considered taboo and not done.