I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

Living the Goat life Dream

After my monster goat dad tore the bat-birds to pieces and I inadvertently licked the blood off of his arm, I discovered that I got a bit stronger and sturdier on my hooves. Feeling a bit of progress made me realize that this hellish place doesn't seem so bad. I could tell that I had grown, but with a lack of mirrors it was hard to tell. I could feel my body changing with each day, mom's milk combined with the blood from dad's kills gave me a boost that was unreal.

I could walk like a professional again, and whenever the urge hit me I would run around jumping my feet in every direction. I remember watching those parkour kids at school and feeling a combination of awe and jealousy at their sick moves, but now I can do those same kinds of moves without any practice...on four legs.

I still have trouble stopping sometimes. 

Monster goat mom is nice enough  (sometimes) to help me out, if I get too close to her. Otherwise her demonic goat eyes watch me with a wonderlike gaze.

Other times I fell into exhaustion, where my badass Monster goat dad would look at me with...with a gaze filled with...shame? I don’t know, but he didn’t help me out when it came to my abrupt runs and kicks. No biggie, big guy has rescued me more times than I can count from those crazy ass bat like birds.

Monster goat dad would just watch me with his red glowing eyes. Those horizontal pupils carving into me. I want to say I wasn't scared-but I don't want to lie to you yet, and trust me, living in this place, I think I may be required to lie a bit.

Monster goat dad and I got a lot closer, not emotionally, but physically. I didn't leave his side when we went out in the blue flame prairie. His red eye's combined with his pitch dark fur was a sight to behold, especially when blood dribbled down his chin. Anytime he was eating, I had an overwhelming urge to lick the creature's blood, so I did.

I was looking over at my monster dad who had been eating on another bat bird carcass when he looked down between his legs and pissed in his own face, biting at the stream. He then shook his head and continued to eat. I saw my monster goat mom’s eyes light up and go towards him. I do believe I saw her put a bit of a swing to her hips...I’m a bit flustered and disgusted wrapped in a cocoon of curiosity.

I couldn't look away. At this point I'm kinda hoping I'm a female goat monster, so I decided to look down between my legs to find out, this served two purposes. I didn’t see my monster parents' obvious flirting, and to see if I’m going to piss in my own face at some point. The tension was real. 

The first thing I saw was hanging nuts. I have huge nuts. I raised my head back up before I peed in my own face. I'm not sure how it works, but I don't want it. For some reason my body became excited again and I did a run jump shuffle thing. 

I may still have my memories from my previous soul's life, but that didn't mean jack to my new natural instincts. I tried to stop  myself but my body appears to be stronger than my brain. I do hope this changes soon. My monster parents were too busy...I am way too young to witness the vulgar acts between goats to provide further details.

Thankfully their...mating time is quick, or I was jumping around way longer than I thought-which to be honest is very possible. At this point we were all  outside the red cave, finally finding out what we live in, as mom eats the flaming grass as well as some of dad's carcass-she keeps going between the two.

Now that I can pay more attention and see further distances this place really is hell. The skies have a red hue with flame looking clouds. When it rains it burns the skin, so I hide under my dad, praying that he doesn't piss on both of us. When it's sunny the ground will erupt into flames at a moment's notice. Even cloudy days, which are the norm here, are fraught with danger because all the predators come out to play and hunt. My monster parents fall under the predator category, but they seem to be upper echelon, my baby monster goat self can't even be considered as a hunter.

My monster goat dad is a lot scarier looking than my first impression. Monster goat mom's horns disappear when she transforms into her Frankenstein looking human with badass demon eyes. Dad's horns, which are thick, vicious and straight, have sharp tips with what appears to be viscous poison that pops up and coats it. When he changes into his pitch demonic personage, his horns stay on his head-the overall visual gave me nightmares the first time I saw him transform.

If just looking at him can cause nightmares, standing next to him as he shares his hunt with me is...surreal.

It's hard not to compare my previous life's dad with this life's dad.

One looked like a stand up guy that would help anyone out. This one looks like he would rather tear your body apart and eat the flesh off of your bones...which he does often when we leave our cave.

The dad that protected me and held me gently was this monster; the other one killed me with his bare hands. I prefer to live my new goat life-I sense adventures in my future.

I just really wish I had a mirror! The suspense of which goat monster parent I look like is near tortuous.

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Time passed as it inevitably does. I had changed drastically with my demon goat dad's attention and demon goat mom's care. The grunting noise from my parents turned out to be their communication, thankfully my parents taught me like any good demon 'rents would; turns out in this world I'm smart, I'm  proficient at reading, writing, and brokering deals (a much needed skill in the demon realm and family business).

I also learned that the name of this country is Faeton, which is one of the levels of hell. There were seven levels, the first level was made of lower level demons, basically the trash for hell. The second level were still low level demons, but with more intelligence, basically the demons were stronger and smarter the higher the level. Interesting fact for you Jeopardy buffs out there, most of the demons are level three and below-and what typically preys on entities from other dimensions, you know, like on Earth. Some movies got it kind of right.

I was born on the seventh level, the first cambien to be born in four centuries. Apparently my birth was a sign of renewal for the demons, that was why I was raised in a cave until I learned to change my form. Living in the back-country with the bat birds and blue flaming grass was how my parents were able to raise me-otherwise other demons would have tried to nab me, or like I refer to it as cambnapped, yeah I'm not too funny in this dimension either.

Anyways-thanks to my 'rents, I can navigate this dimension. When I learned we are called to other dimensions to make deals my little heart pitter pattered, I have a score to settle if my old man is still kicking in the human dimension. The only pitfall in my hopes and dreams, it takes a real witch to call us from our dimension to theirs to broker. Dad said most demons will kill their callers just for pleasure, after watching him in action I can believe it. In any case, I'm thankful I was reborn on the seventh level, we are the only ones that can broker deals, it also means we have some badass magical skills and mean physical skills.

Back in the human dimension I would watch youtube videos of cute little goats kicking and playing-and yeah, I admit I did that as a kid, even if my brain was embarrassed. Those maneuvers are essential and help us learn how to fight. Since I didn't have any playmates I practiced my skills with the bat birds and my dad. The first time I caught one of the birds and ripped it apart myself, my dad let me eat it all, said he was proud of me and turned into his humanoid form and walked into the cave. It was the first time I had been left outside by myself.

After that I was too busy trying to gain as much experience and knowledge so that we could go back to the city. My mom was good at teaching me spells and incantations; my dad was good at teaching me battle strategies. The demons with the strongest magic, potion-making, and physics could rule the seven dimensions of hell. My parents have been training me for that very thing, which is why I was allowed to drink blood at two days old.

We get stronger by consuming those we kill and those that are freshly dead. I figure this is why demons are painted in such a bad light-who wouldn't be afraid after watching a demon devour it's caller! With dad's skills, I hunted often in the lower levels-gaining strength and learning how to strategize and hunt. A demon could easily be overwhelmed when going to the lower dimensions, as soon as they smell your upper echelon blood they turn into red eyed beasts, hunting in packs of 100 or more. If they had managed to kill me or my dad, they would have been able to raise their levels...a lot. Lucky for me level one is really the weakest of the weak-nasty creatures. 

This morning I overheard mom and dad talking. Looks like my hard work has paid off,  we will leave for the city next week if I can prove myself in the third level for five days alone. I've been to the first two levels a lot with my dad, this will be my first time in Jurg. I'm beyond excited to prove myself capable.

Besides, once I kick some mid level demon asscheek I can finally visit the city and see what other high level demons look like. I'm anxious to see some demonesses, or gellos-hopefully they look hot.

Best part is, I may finally get to see what I look like in my goat form and my humanoid form. I was scrawny in the human dimension, but here my muscles bulge, not as big as my dad, but I'm still young yet.