I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

Who Ordered Takeout?

I felt a tight squeeze and a bright light entered my vision. I was expecting to feel a headache or my jaw to be in wires at least, instead I felt my entire body being compressed and squeezed through a small hole. I had to fight my way out of there wiggling and moving until I finally fell out. The landing was abrupt, but not painful. I felt unbearably tired-coming through that hole was tortuous. My body felt weak after that battle,  I felt my eyes close and I succumbed to sleep.

I woke up to grunting sounds and my stomach feeling empty and painful. My vision was blurry and I tried to stand, but I fell down again, landing on grass. My brain began to catch up with my body. I was not on two legs, but on four and my blurry vision was beginning to clear up. Something was wrong with my vision, I couldn't see straight on, instead it was bisected like my eyeballs were on the side of my head instead of on my face. I leaned my head to the side to look down and realized that it was unnecessary-my eyeballs could rotate! Instead of hands I had hoofs. Small tiny little hoofs that were attached to small skinny brown and white fur covered legs. I stopped looking down, I felt my stomach flip flop.

My stomach flipped again and began to growl, I was starving. Finally I saw a woman, no, not a woman, a thing enter and change into a goat next to me. Her big teets swinging in front of me made my mouth water. My instincts took over once I smelled her scent. This smell was nurturing. I found myself struggling until I was on all fours, I opened my mouth and suckled in the long tit and began to suck the milk down. Warm milk was the best I thought before I could get disgusted with my actions. 

I would have kept sucking but I felt  mom, is this my mom, move away from me and kick out her leg. The warm nectar that was nourishing me was taken away and she changed back into a monster with giant boobs and a thick bottom. The hair that covered her body as a nanny goat was gone from her body, but the design of her fur was still there. Her body was an intricate design with white, black, and tan shapes that covered her entire being. The colors looked great as a goat, but in her humanoid shape it looked like a monster that Dr. Frankenstein put together, until you looked into her eyes. The demonic sight disappeared in her loving gaze. She was looking at me like my mom used to look at me. This person loved me wholeheartedly.

Looking at her scared me, but also filled me with longing and watching her warm gaze made me feel nostalgic. I could now understand what that squeezing feeling was...it was my birth as I passed through her canal.

I reincarnated into a goat! I don’t know if this is some kind of joke, but...

My mom is some kind of monster goat! So, this must mean that my asshat dad pummeled me to death. 

I began to look around for a billy goat that I could identify as my dad. The room lacked light but I could see that the walls were made of red dirt. I remember seeing this color when I went with my real mom? Or would it be my other mom? to Oklahoma as a kid. Now as a 'kid' my home was made of red dirt my brain joked with me. ‘Maybe I am having a mental breakdown’ I think after my corny internal joke. 

I found a big man sitting in the corner, watching me with red horizontal pupils. His eyes looked sinister and radiated a killing intent. His body was not a patchwork of colors, but all black with a white mark around his left eye and his legs. I watched as his form changed into a huge black goat with the white fur around his left eye and his back hooves. His red eyes continued to watch me.

My 'dad' was a big monster and goat, double the size of my mom. Looking at his visage made me wonder if I had any black fur or red eyes like him. Secretly I hoped that I had his sick eyes, the fear they induced was epic.

I laid down on the grass that smelled like my new mom and fell asleep again. It was hard being a newborn goat monster!

When I awoke next I was no longer in the red home, instead I was outside laying on the grass next to my mom. She was licking my head and trying to get me to stand up. The rumbling of my belly was enough encouragement, I tried to stand quickly and instead lost my footing. My tiny body began jumping everywhere and I couldn't seem to stop nor find any kind of balance. Mom finally moved over and bumped my head. Her sharp horns didn't hurt, but it still felt uncomfortable! Her thunk did help, I was able to get my footing.

I rushed over to her hanging teets, stumbling a bit, and began to suck with gusto. This was the life. I didn't have to worry about saying the wrong thing, no psycho step mom, no asshat dad. Just me being a goat and living my best life. I could feel my stomach begin to stretch as my mind wandered.

I couldn't even find it in myself to miss my friends, they didn't even know the real me anyway. My girlfriend was a method to get out of the house and act like a normal teenager. The s*x was good, I would miss that. This thought turned to my step b***h of a mom and her perverted antics that got me killed. If there is a way, I will find her and my asshat dad to get retribution I vowed to myself. Though I would have a hard time right now, I mean, I'm sucking on a monster goat momma tit for my breakfast. I guess revenge would need to wait...

I loosened the teet after the milk stopped flowing and latched onto her other one. The milk flowed once more and I was enjoying the warmth when that crazy mom monster kicked me away again which kinda hurt, I began to walk around. I was honestly expecting some kind of prairie with other goats and maybe a farmer, but like a badass tough farmer that raises monster goats. Someone like that would be super scary. 

No, that would have been too simple.

I was stuck in some kind of Greek version of Hades with flaming skies and giant bat like birds flying around. The grass was blue with flames spread throughout. I saw my dad protecting my mom and I from the demonic birds, he was not eating the grass, he was eating the c*****e from the bird carcasses, the crunching of its bones shattered the quiet atmosphere. His face was coated in blood, and his eyes looked full of pleasure. The combination was jolting to my senses. I tried to move closer to my mom, but she was already moving away. 

I don't think she did it on purpose, but, she is some kind of monster...so...maybe it was?

I watched as my mom walked over and began eating the carcass as well. The goat daddy moved aside for her to eat her fill. 

Is this hell? When I died did I go to hell?

 I felt my heart stutter in my chest, this reality was too unexpected. I didn't even play video games because they were too unreal, and here I reincarnated into some kind of monster universe where goats were carnivores and giant bat-like birds were snatching animals from the blue flaming prairie and dropping them to the ground. The thump of their bodies landing and the abrupt stop of their animalistic screams were daunting. If they got too close to my monster mom or me, then my monster dad would tear it apart with his very un-goatlike teeth, the fangs were too sharp!

I felt myself begin to panic when sharp claws penetrated my side. The yell that came out of my mouth was high pitched and hurt my own ears. I saw my dad transform into a monstrous beast, twice the size he was in the red room and charged at me. I tried to close my eyes, but realized I couldn't as I waited for my second death, but it never came. Instead my dad grabbed me in his large hands and proceeded to tear the bat-bird to pieces with  his mouth. The blood poured down his face and into my fur-the smell was enticing and I licked his arm involuntarily. The blood, surprisingly, tasted great and was nourishing to my new body. I continued to lick his arm and anywhere my tongue could reach. I discovered that my tongue was really long, and I didn't have any top teeth...being a goat was weird! I also realized my attention span was worse than my old life when I forgot to take my ADHD medication. I focused on the action around me while I continued to lick the blood that fell freely from my dad's mouth.

While his vicious mouth tore the bird to pieces, my mind focused on one aspect: his warm hands protected me.