I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

Shoakland

I woke up from vivid dreams...nightmares...but they didn't scare me, so I'll stick with vivid dreams.

I look over and Coral has her tail wrapped around Amber's small frame. The image has hints of possessiveness. I smile as I look over at the sleeping beauties.

It is normal for upper level demons to have more than one mate or bride. In the past, producing as many spawns was a sign of prestige, especially if they survived. Demons who could produce and raise their spawns to adulthood were the...I guess you could say they were the 1%, the very richest of each level. Except the riches weren't in money, but based on skills.

My Pater and Mater would be considered the richest with exclamations and balloons popping up since my birth.

If the prophecy comes into fruition, then when my brides absorb more of my essence and become truly mine in heart and soul...they will be able to birth my spawns. Thing is, I don't really want any kids.

So as anxious and excited as I am to see Amber and now Coral evolve and reach their full killing potential, I don't mind taking my time either.

If I were to tell them that if they absorbed more of my essence they could get pregnant, I'm guessing they would find a way to tie me down and force it.

The honor of producing the next generation is that great.

So, I'm not telling them. I mean, I'm almost 3...but seriously.

I get out of bed scratching my chest and rubbing my balls.

Have you ever seen goat balls?

I have, every day since coming to hell. If my 9 inch d**k wasn't 9 inches, my balls would be the biggest things hanging.

I figure my original form must be going into rut.

Hints: my hands keep landing on my junk, and I want to piss in my face.

Signs a demon is going into rut: they keep messing with their junk and calling for a mate.

Yep...but I am on a serious timeline and don't have time for my little goat to get off...and seriously, my brides are back to their comatose self-paced evolution and I already disrupted their progress. My little jimmy would just need to get over it.

I look down and I am still grabbing myself, so I decide to take care of business in the shower. I should be okay as long as I don't change into my original form.

If that happens...well, hopefully the brides would wake up, if not they might get hurt.

I'm fappin in the shower and feel my balls tighten-I shoot my s**t all over the tiles. It's a small reprieve and one that will need to keep me grounded because today I'm going to Shoakland.

I get out of the shower and shake off the excess water. My hair has grown down to my shoulder blades, the brown and black strands curling. So much different from the bland brown short cut hair of the 17 year old of my last life.

I look in the mirror at my Frankenstein flesh, the playdoh style of black, brown and sprinkling of white could never be compared to the pale skin from then. My first life I lived until I was thirteen, when my loving mothers poisons finally took the last bit of breath from my lungs. My second life I was fifteen when my wife and her lover killed me-time was different back then, but even I agree that is too young to marry. My third life I was fourteen when my tribe tortured me until I died. At the age of sixteen my best friend literally loved me to death, again this one is the death that hurts still, he was my best friend, but also the person I secretly loved, if only he had believed me. Then I was killed by my uncle at eighteen. All of my previous lives my soul was damaged before adulthood.

Why, I am sure you are asking, am I thinking about my past lives when I am staring at my demon bod. Two and half years living in this plane of existence, I finally have an adults body.

Two and half years and I am the apex hunter, predator, alpha and omega. Through the fires of hell I have become an existence that WILL destroy those who caused my torture.

My body is evolving before my eyes. I feel the building of magic expanding to my the very micro level of my tissues.

I somehow stayed connected to the magic fissure in New Kist. The magic is weak, but even weak pure magic is stronger than the most wicked tainted demon magic. My eyes have a steady glow, typical for battle or when feeling extreme lust; be that blood or s****l.

The white star on my forehead is brighter and more defined. My muscles have expanded.

I was wrong, I am not in rut. My body is transforming at a rapid pace; growing everywhere. Yesterday I stood at 7 feet tall. I gauge that I am about 7 and half feet now, and I'm not done.

No  cap-watching my body change before my eyes is lit.

I continue to watch to see if my eyes will dim...I get bored looking at myself, even though I look this good-I'm gonna guess that glowing eyes is now my look.

Still undressed I head downstairs to see my Mater. I need her to check my aura, but I also need to grab some more skeins and whatever else she wants to give me for Shoakland.

My Pater's demonesses are in the receiving room or main room, whatever you want to call it. They don't look as if they are particularly busy, but if one was to look at their eyes they would see they are casting or practicing casting. My Mater is not with them. I head to the library when I feel a presence rub against me, but, there is no one around me.

One of these bitches are brave to think I would chose them over my Pater-using an incantation to feel my body and see if I am receptive to her advances. This is a common practice for demonesses to move up their status...thing is, I am basically below my Pater still. I am a badass, and I have the prophecy on my side, but things can go bad at any time.

In other words prophecy and fate have nothing on ignorance or those who fight it. I'm not fighting it, I am seeking out the prophecy, but s**t, things can still go bad!

"Get off me skank" I shake of the spell and continue my search into the family library. I say family, because we each have out private library that contains spell books that we inherited or created, in my case I inherited them with a lot of space to add onto.

Mater is in the library reading. She looks absorbed in the book. Based on the cover, which is in leather, she's reading a gory romance novel, the art shows a demoness sucking on a demon...I decide to stop looking. I really don't need those images playing in my head with my parents as the starring roles. s**t, too late.

Ugh! This is the problem with being raised as goats for so long. I watched my parents getting it on too many times in their demon goat forms. My poor bleeding eyes.

Mater finally notices my presence, or more accurately finally decided to acknowledge my presence. I reach over to give her a kiss on the cheek, her face is looking at every little detail of my body and face.

"Mater, can you read my aura before I head to Shoakland?" I ask as I stand up. She's already nodding her head yes with glazed orbs staring at me, or more accurately through me.

"I see gold spreading throughout your body, it's leaving traces in everything" she pauses with her tongue poking out of the side of her mouth, with a look of contemplation. "You're changing drastically, um, of course physically, but your future is altered a bit...you have more..."She just stops and looks at me with a hint of fear and anticipation. By her look I know I won't hear anything more as she gets off the settee she was reading on.

"Come with me, I have some extra skeins and potions you should take with you. Also, take your fathers bride, Taol with you, but let him know first. If she dies it was meant to be, so, don't try to be her savior"  she tells me as I follow her to her wing and potions room. She's grabbing another leather bag, this looks as if she just made it, and hands it to me, "everything you need is in here" her no nonsense voice tells me that she has already strategized all the variables and made the bag accordingly.

My Mater is not my Pater's official bride or first bride for nothing. She is equal in strength with him and is a superb strategist. Her skills and knowledge make her a formidable friend and a deadly enemy.

"Also, don't dump the bag over, I created a room in it, it will be vital for you in Shoakland and in Lolk." Before I can say thank you or goodbye she transports out of the room, leaving me standing in a room that has my magic blocked, virtually leaving me locked in unless I do some damage.

I deduce that my Mater needs me to stay put. I go and sit in a cushioned chair with cute little flowers on it, belladonna, monkshood, nightshade...lovely little flowers.

I get comfortable and feel myself relaxing when she comes back with my Pater in tow...she seriously interrupted him in mid action. I feel my jaw drop as his jimmy is still spurting...my Mater is fearless. My heart heats with pride at her actions. She doesn't give AF about s**t! My Pater's face is priceless. I bet this is the first time he has ever been transported in the middle of copulating...

I want to laugh, but...

I pretend like I know nothing, I am blind, deaf, and mute.

My Mater begins telling him about my aura as if she didn't grab his ass from one of his wives...she really is something.

"The gold seems to be protecting his red aura, it's changing him from the foundation, making him more or better maybe? He should have more magical stores and, well, unlimited strength if the gold pure magic is protecting him. I've never heard of this happening, it's too...unpredictable."

My Pater is listening, even if slightly upset. He finally notices me pretending to not be there, sitting in my demon goat mom's favorite chair. His brows lift as the looks into my glowing orbs and read my relaxed state. The eyes and my demeanor are contradictory.

"Oh, and Filius will be taking Taol with him, have her pack some items, he won't be providing for her" seriously? She just drops that bit of a bomb as if I want his bride.

He again focuses on me to see if my intention is to take her from him, hell no, I don't want any of my dad's bitches!  We are not that kind of family, believe me.

"Pater, I don't know why Taol needs to go with me, I didn't request it" I tell him so that he can hear the honesty in my voice. This is a skill I wish I had back in the human world, would have saved me some intense and often years worth of pain.

My Mater forces me out of her potions room as she continues to talk with my dad. I am walking down her hall when she brings Taol to me, who looks ecstatic and has the same smell as the demoness that tried to seduce me earlier. My Mater keeps telling me to do things then does it herself! I don't know anymore.

Ah, Mater, what are you doing to me?

She takes my arm in hers and leans into me as if I want her with me.

A light bulb goes off in my brain matter...

My Mater knows what this demoness wants, she is allowing me to choose her fate. Come with me and possibly become my bride instead of my Paters, or follow me and die.

Dear Mater, I don't need these kinds of choices! I already killed one of Pater's brides for you...

I grab the skein and drop some blood on it before Taol knows what is happening, we are in Shoakland, surrounded by a legion of demons that have been waiting for me to appear and challenge them. They have already begun chanting their incantations-death is imminent...The dreams that woke me up are coming true before my eyes.