I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

Healing

"Danny, open up, here's your medicine" standing above my bed was my mom, the only person who helped me. After my dad left us she started loving me more. When the doctor couldn't find out why I was sick all the time, mom was there with her warm smile and positive words.

But no matter how much she took care of me, I still got sick. I feel so much guilt looking at her, how much must she suffer? First my dad left, and now I can't even get out of bed. For five years I know she has been my everything.

I hope someday that I can take care of her just like she is taking care of me.

I smile up into her beautiful but tired face and open my mouth. I don't know what kind of medicine it is, but it always makes me so sick and my entire body feels like it is on fire.

But I keep it to myself, mom has so much stress. I don't want to hurt her anymore.

If only I could get better. I feel myself fall back to sleep, it hurts too much to even breathe.

"Soon little bean, soon" I hear her words as she brushes her hands through my sweat soaked hair.

I feel myself floating. I look around and I see my bedroom, my toys that I haven't played with in months. I feel myself leave my small room and move down the hall. Mom! She's in the kitchen putting my medicines together. She looks really invested in measuring something.  I get closer, it has been so long since I've left my room. Even if this is a dream, I want to be near her more.

Her busy hands draw my attention away from her sincere face.

Why is she mixing rat poison in...

Why is she mixing rat poison...

Why is she...rat poison...

I'm tied down to a blood soaked wooden table, the same table my family and I have used for generations for our hunts. Leather bindings are on my wrists and ankles. The pain is torture.

My new wife is looking down at me, her naked body flickering in the candlelight. She is older than me and was chosen by my family. An arranged marriage. This is my first time seeing her body, though married, we have yet to consummate our union.

I think my body would respond to hers, she is beautiful, but the pain clouds my mind. The knife in her hands...she is using it to carve my flesh on my chest and arms. The same knife my family has used for years, one passed down from father to son as a symbol of adulthood, the very one that I received on my wedding night.

I can hear another person moving around in the hunting shed, the banging and cursing draw my attention, but my head is held in some kind of contraption. This wife of mine has successfully made my body immovable, so many straps and whatnot to contain my still small form. As if I was some kind of dangerous animal. My mind can't make sense of this situation. My voice is hoarse from screaming so much.

A man comes into view, looking down at me. His spittle flows down his chin and lands on my face. He is saying words that my muddled brain can't understand.

"She is mine....mine..." I keep hearing the same words, mine. So I say it..."Mine..." but without the conviction he has, does he want something from me? He can have it all, please stop hurting me...

At my word, his madness changes to intense insanity. He walks away again and I breathe a sigh of relief...but it was too short.

In his metallurgy gloved hands is a pot, the red bottom identifies the intense heat. I begin to pray "Our Father, Who Art In Heaven, Hallowed Be Thy Name...." My wife pries my mouth open with a metal tool as he pours in boiling oil..."On Earth As It Is In Heaven..."

I'm screaming. I taste the blood from my throat. The nails through my palms and feet only hurt if I move, the blood long dried and soaked into the desert sand. The burning sun has cooked my flesh, the scorpions have penetrated my ribs and torso with their venom. I can feel the maggots moving under my flesh. When the sun goes down my clansmen will once again come and peel my skin from my flesh and pour salt on the newly opened wounds. The maggots will fall out and wiggle next to me, my swollen tongue will help release more screams without any water.

My crime, there was none. I am the bastard son of the chief, and his wife just gave birth to a son. I am his gift and sacrifice to her.

I begin to shake, the sun is going down. The burned flesh is sensitive after three days of torture, I know this will be my last day. I am too dehydrated to live on. I watch the sun sink into the ground, and hear my clansmen come out. My mother has already been silenced, her dead body lying next to mine when she tried to stop them the first night.

Watching her killed broke me, I seek death, but death has forsaken me. I welcome their slices even as my throat bleeds my screams into the night. I feel my body weakening and I pray to Hell, please release me from this existence...finally...it does.

"No s**t? Dude that girl is psycho, you need to stay away from her" I hear my best friend talk, as if everything is still normal. My ass is bleeding and my body hurts. My best friend brings me some water, first putting it in his mouth and leaning over to pour it into mine.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask for the thousandth time.

He looks at me with so much love. He grabs the oil and rubs it on his d**k and coats my asshole. I am ripped and bleeding, but he continued to f*k me.

He answers the same as always, "I love you. But you keep dating whores."

I dated all those girls because of my intense love, my abnormal feelings for my best friend. I didn't want to shame him with my feelings, so I denied them and screwed every girl that was willing.

"I love you too, but you won't believe me" I whisper again in my hoarse voice, for the thousandth time.

He moves my drugged body and I'm on my hands and knees, tears are leaking from my eyes as he puts himself once again into my ass, the pain is beyond excruciating. My bruised and purple body, the syringe marks on my arms, all of it is his obsession and my cowardice. I feel him pumping in me, the pain intensifying. I lose my balance and fall to the blood soaked bed, when I feel his hands reach around my neck. The bruises from his past suffocation stands out...this time feels different as I lose consciousness, my body finally released from the pain and heartache.

The cloth over my face and the water being poured blocks my breathing, as I begin to faint, it stops, but then the smattering of electricity is applied to my balls growing in intensity. The blindfold never comes off, but I know the man doing this is my maternal uncle. His daughter and I grew up together. I self proclaimed myself as her bodyguard. She is too small and sweet, a person you want to protect.

I have been here for days? weeks? I don't know, but every day is the same routine.I miss my mom and dad. Are they even looking for me?

"Have you suffered enough...no...but my sister won't stop crying and going to the police." His words rip out my heart. My family.

"So, today will be our last day together. My dear nephew. A million years of pain will not be enough for what you have done to my little girl" I hear the c*****g of a gun...my last thoughts, 'I never did anything but protect your daughter.'

I'm watching the recording of my bedroom...wait. I know what is going on now. I look over at "Justin's" father. I force myself to wake up, I have already been killed five times, I don't need to experience his brutal punches anymore.

The golden magical fog that I fell asleep in has caccooned my body and hardened into a clear bubble-it is surrounding me, inside and out. I feel stronger, faster, smarter. I feel everything more.

My body is still a goat, but I am not multi-colored anymore. I am solid tan with a tint of gold. I have reincarnated seven times, but now I feel as if I was truly reborn.

I am still a demon...but not one either.

"Communis" the clear shell cracks and I transform into my humanoid shape-my mind grasps all of the incantations that I struggled with before. Not only am I physically and mentally stronger, but my magical powers have increased by phenomenal strides. There is not a demon alive who could have this kind of knowledge. I can see spells that have been long forgotten and spells that have not come to be yet.

I am still a solid tan with a tint of gold in my humanoid form as well. I walk into my bedroom to see if I still have a star on my forehead. It is still there, a blindingly white star against the gold of my flesh. My red eyes are more intense. They glow, but again, with a golden tint to them. I crack my neck, not out of need...but a way to ground myself and the changes I see.

I set a protection spell for the fissure-the little oasis can be seen, but only I know that it is there. My little Aladdin Home is complete. I still have the leather satchel on me when I remember Dawn. I open it up to see if she is ok.

She is sleeping but I still remove her from the room.

She is no longer purple and yellow slime goo. She too has absorbed some of the pure magic.

She looks like a crossbreed between a demon and fae. Her silky smooth skin and pointed ears are vastly different from the demons I have seen. I lay her on my bed, she is no longer stealing my magic, her evolution is complete.

She radiates benign magic-in hell.

I don't know if I will need to protect her or if she will be able to protect herself.

I will wait and see. Her eyes begin to shift and open. Her yawning mouth is wide, her razor sharp teeth a surprise.

Maybe she can protect herself!

She stretches her way into my arms, looking at me with surprise. "Do I look different little one?" I ask her-her facial expressions are so...adorable and...open.

I fear the changes I caused and the fissure caused has made her...adorab....weak.

She is weak.

"You changed me...but you look different." Her melodic voice sang.

Wow...she is amazing.

"Do you remember anything else?" I probe.

"We had s*x, but my body wasn't complete yet...I am...I am...not who I was before. I feel new...are you my husband?" Her voice rang out.

"Yes soon, I need to give you my mark. Do you still want it?"

I watch her eyes light up. We have both been irrevocably changed, but she is still drawn to me.

Her dainty hands glide across my stomach. Her razor-sharp nails threaten to cut my flesh as she moves in closer, kissin my flesh.

I feel goosebumps where her hands and mouth touch. The feeling is...amazing. I watch her beautiful golden eyes light up and her lips curve.

I sit back and let her explore my body. She sits on her knees, her golden hair rubbing me as she passes to each chest to kiss and lick. Her hands and mouth are busy as they explore my body, her hair tickling with each movement.  I feel my genitals respond to her advances, when she notices her body moves down until she is between my legs. She takes me into her mouth, her teeth barely scraping my head-the sharp points are sexy AF as I pass between them. I watch her breasts as they swing with her up and down motion. Her hands grasp what her mouth can't. The overwhelming sensation makes my balls tighten, but I refuse to c*m in her mouth.

She moves one hand between her legs and begins to rub. Her moans add to the tactile sensations that my d**k is experiencing. I am barely hanging on by a thread. I want to grab her and pound into her with everything I have. I want my juices to coat her and claim her with an insatiable desire. I can smell her juices as her p***y glistens, the noise from her hands as they pump into her slick form is an addiction that I want to experience myself.

I watch as her body tenses in pleasure and she takes me deep into her mouth, her saliva falling down coating my balls. The scent of her orgasm hits my nose, releasing me from my self imposed prison.

I grab her arms and pull her up my body, slamming her head down to my lips and plunging my tongue into her hot mouth.

I want to taste her p***y so bad. I force her mouth up and grab her small frame until her legs are wrapped around my head. I can smell her clean scent, her p***y smells like fresh rain. I grab her ass in my hands as I lick her lips, tasting the scent that I smell, sucking it deep into my throat and nose.

I grab her ass harder, keeping her still so that I can devour her slit. My tongue plunges into her tight, tight hole. I struggle to keep it in as she squeezes my tongue. I am so focused on slurping down all of her delicious cream that I barely notice that she is begging me to stop. Her p***y is swollen and my face is soaked. "No more, I can't c*m anymore"

Her melodious voice finally penetrates my skull and I realize that I have been fking her with my tongue for hours. My c**k is hurting from the intense hard on, precum coating my tip.