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| “Mysterious Island”
Kevin Rooste & Adobe Fats Series 2006* On a stormy night in the Atlantic Ocean and near the outer fringe of the Bermuda Triangle, the S.S. Augustine disappeared from the surface. A pudgy sailor named Jonas found himself as one of the few to survive, he clinging to the side of one overly filled lifeboat. The rolling surface of the ocean that stormy night soon broke his hold from the lifeboat, as he and several others then struggled to remain afloat on some of the ship’s debris. Clinging for his life to a wooden crate, he thought himself as fortunate, and come the next morning awoke beached on a beautiful island. Kneeling and giving thanks, he coughed out what of the seawater he had swallowed. Jonas sat upon the white sandy beach, looking right and left, but nary a sole person in sight. Glad though he felt for being again on solid ground, the odd sense of this island gave him a foreboding feeling of dread. A hard and proven sailor, Jonas shrugged off his worried feelings, putting his survival first, and only a causal wondering if he should others like himself. Time and the morning passed as he walked the lonely beach. That strange eerie and foreboding feeling assert waves of anxiety. He rationalized this to be nothing more than coming from the fear, and vivid memory of that previous night, the terrible storm, and the sounds of some men drowning, and other who were less fortunate for meeting a hungry shark. Jonas stopped to rest under the shaded cove of the rocky bluff, it stood as if a wall to keep out those who were uninvited. After resting and thinking how he longed for a cool refreshing drink, he decided to walk beach a ways further. The hot sunlight and reflected heat were enough to fry an egg on stone. Although hot and sweating like proverbial workhorse, he stopped to do some stretching, delighted his body was but sore and not injured. It was then he thought to climb the rocky cliff in hope for a better view. Sore muscles did not dissuade this man and sailor, Jonas was what the ship Captains wanted most for a voyage. Standing at six foot eight inches tall, weighing near 300 pounds, able to read and write, having received his schooling from his first shipmaster. Thirty years old and healthy as that same proverbial horse, it was that strength and stamina that saved his life. Once upon the highest part of the cliff, he stood with squinting eyes, longing and looking for any semblance of life. To the distant south, he saw the broken bow of his ship, as it stood broken and stranded high up on the beach. Not a sign of life could he see, and wondering if they did as he, Jonas turned his back upon the sea and began to venture inland. A surprised Jonas saw near the middle and high point of that island a white fortress, gleam brightly in the sun, and looking as if in excellent repair. This gave him real hope of being able to survive, knowingly he saw signs the island was inhabited, offering the likelihood of food and water to sustain life. If not the distance, then the hot sun slowed his walking into trudging up and down the dunes of sand. Meanwhile when he would stand atop a sand dune, he could see again those white spires that reminded him of a palace he had seen when in Libya. The wide expanse of sea grass seemed as an ocean of its own, but when he walked across a trampled trail, he knew the island was indeed, inhabited. Enthralled with glee Jonas took note how the trail headed off threw the tall grass and directly toward the distant spires. Walking became easier on the trail, and soon he found himself jogging along in haste. Haste turned to and urgency for water and food making Jonas run as if a man possessed, zigging and zagging along an ever-hardening path across the shifting and sifting sands. Coming to a place where the dunes stopped, he suddenly saw what were as remarkably detailed statues, carved as it were from pure white marble. The statues stood in a general circle, setting on a slight knoll in the sand. Puzzled by what he saw, Jonas walked toward the statues, while the closer he came to them his eyes filled with tears, until standing beside them he could almost feel their pain. Four white marble statues were as if men seated in a circle, each with an expression of horror upon their face. While another statue was of a lovely young woman in a kneeling position, as if she was begging to someone for mercy. Jonas took great attention to the extreme detail of this one statue. The form of such a woman, she being as if naked and holding her arms up an action he surmised was like a person begging for their very life. One of the manly statues sat with his hands over his eyes, as if meeting what came with a total lack of courage. The others were in differing frozen poses, but what brought a tear to the eyes of Jonas was that each statue resembled either friends from aboard ship, or two who were passengers. Thad, Louis the cabin boy, Chester, and a passenger by the name of Luke, all four would seem to have become as stone statues, hard, lifeless pieces of white marble rock. It was of the womanly figure that tended to tantalize Jonas. He had seen her sunbathing aboard the ship, offering all there an eyeful, even though she was married to Luke. All sat next to each other as if seemingly scared, but still very dead. Jonas bowed his head in a moment of revenant respect for five who landed the night before, and since would seem to have become as dead rock statues. Jonas eyed them, his mind suggested he run from the place, swim away if need be, and escape such a fate as happen to these who were his shipmates. As he turned to head for the beach, he saw in the sand hoof prints, cloven, and beside them were marks made by scandals, being small and narrow as if belonging to some woman. Undecided for his own safety, Jonas thought it best he move onward, following that path. Cautious of anything around him he jogged the pathway, wanting even more to find a friend or some live sailor from his ship. The woman and her animal left an easy to follow. Then a moment of glee and he laughed aloud, as seeing more human footprints coming from the seashore and out from the ocean of tall grass. He felt giddy with glee, expecting more sailors might have survived that night! The sandy glades changed when meeting a steep bluff. Rocks and loose sand, trees, and a line of brush stood as if an impenetrable line of defense. With dire desire to rejoin his lost friends, he stepped over fallen logs and around thickets that brandished long needle like thorns, sharp enough to cut away a flesh from the bone. When he reached the top of this higher bluff, the woods quickly cleared away, opening to be a wide pasture of dark and lush green grasses. With the sun now to his back, its brightness offered a clear view all around. The wild hope of some civilization touched his heart, as looming high above the pasture green stood that white palace. Suddenly Jonas has a realization about the line of trees and thorny brush. As if this wall of foliage stood there not to keep people out, but to hold the hundreds of grazing animals there in that pasture from escaping down to the sea. He stood amazed, seeing a mix of herd animals, cattle, sheep, horses, and even a few swine, all placidly grazing among the others. His memories of the Motherland and the farms back then never allowed these types of animals to be in one pen let alone the same pasture. Looking again at the bright white stone palace, its glowing and bright polished copper roof stood gleaming rays of sunlight skyward. A trail of trampled grass across the lushly green pasture offered the direction his friends had chosen to walk. An enthused man rushed toward the distant building, the sound of his footsteps being notice by hundreds of furry pointed ears. \"You thar, you...,\" a crackly sounding voice called to Jonas, this stopping him in his tracks, frightened, and fearful of becoming as a statue like had his friends. Looking around, Jonas at first did not see who called for him. Then as he plodded ahead, a few more steps until he saw something Jonas had heard stories about, but had thought them as a fantasy of perverted men. Coming ever closer, walking with high stepping ways was a gaunt looking human figure. His body was a strange mix of animal legs, feet, cloven hooves, and horns upon his forehead. He had goaty looking ears, sticking far from the sides of his shaggy haired head. He was naked as were the animals that followed him. Oddly, he was so bold as not to be concerned of his naked body, but acting like the animals even his goaty tail wiggled and tried to swat the flies that buzzed about his butt. \"What, and who are you?\" said Jonas, his manner of speaking suggested of one surprised and poised for action. A chuckle and a hearty laugh came from the strange little man. \"Never seen a satyr before did ya, my good man! Well, now you have, and so what of it! You are a man now, like me, as I was once too! Yet things changed and I with them, being now as you see a blend of man and animal, while graced by new abilities. It is a great help as I work and keep the flocks, running as they, agile as a Gazelle,\" he spoke boldly as if announcing to all there. He winked and spun his body in a twirl, pivoting on one cloven hoof, as if modeling the more bestial parts for the eyes of a stunned Jonas. \"Hades fire, you were born as a satyr,\" said Jonas, he still a little shaken and thoroughly not believing the little man and his story. \"Nay friend nay, the Mistress did do this to me as she is as a woman wild for to feel the lusty pleasures know to those of the female gender. Her greatest desire is to make of men a greater ability to make love. Then when she has had enough of one, she makes another, each trying their best to please her; hoping to retain some of what they were. In the end, she does to them as if to cover her sorted ways, making them as parts of this great and growing herd. Aye friend, it is true, most here are the prodigies of the Mistress and lusting ways. She enjoys watching them brag and boast of their achievements and great conquests. Then when they would least expect it, she poisons them. The entire lot that ever came to this protected and cloaked isle all become as animals for her further taunting and wicked pleasure. True it is that some are lucky if they remain yet male, blessed they find a small enjoyment as part of their duties is to work as sires. Those she chooses to be the herd sire keeps his knowledge, yet driven by the primal urges to act and mate as would their new species. It is the mating that in the end causes each to go mad as they long, to be men and find themselves doing things that to men are little more than plainly bestial. Her husband is just as she, but his forte tends to those women who find themselves as his prisoners. He has a driving gusto for feeling pleasure with a female. He thrives on making them as his toys of his sexual endeavors. Just like his wife does with men, here he takes the women, feeding their appetite for passion, and then they drink a mild type of poison. His poison does not cause so radical a change, leaving them in their female gender and over time, they enter service as goats for my herd. At first, the Master’s women become as sleek and extremely sensual minded Satyress females. They all lose their personal identities as a wild and maddening desire to seek sex with man or beast rule their every life from then and until they finally change to be as nanny goats for my herd. This is a lot of work, and I tire of it often, but must constantly guide those who are new to know what is properly edible, and or poisonous, because all things grow in my pasture. Aye friend but I long for company, someone to talk with, to have a willing friend to listen as of my woes. If she comes to you and the Mistress would ask, bare this in mind, and plead to be my comrade and helper in the pasture. The Mistress knows of my asking she may bless you with then an easy life, as I would grant you fun and frolic. Now be alert, stay aware of all around you, as treachery abounds! Oh but beware she is a crafty wench to be sure. She cordially welcomes all into her palace, seducing men, and sending the women to meet her husband. Those who are men she will wine and dine, toying with her maleness in many devious ways, until both wit and mind are weak. It is then she finds pleasure in accentuating a man\'s disgrace by herding them before her cattle prod, urging them to seek a safe haven from her wrath by running headlong into the sties, corrals, or even directly out into the pasture. Yet in addition, there are those she finds appealing to her continuing lusty needs, as these lucky few find leisure and lust in her bedchamber. Then in a short while she tires of them and they become like those who were seemingly dull, discovering her cunning when what was a human body become that of a brute beast. Come the cool of an evening has her setting on a throne overlooking those she recently damned to become as swine. Her taunting words drive those with some manly wits to near insanity, while those who lost all right away as they do gamble over themselves, each and all pleading for mercy she will never give. She loves to watch those who gamble one over the other while in the sty. Those who are swine do bide, squealing, oinking, and grunting as all want to please her in some vile way. A few might have the fond remembrances of being with her in bed, and from that, they are horribly distraught. They try to stand upright or leaning on another, they become erect and offering her the pleasure of a skewed shaft, and the sensations of being as a sow. Many a time she comes before them naked, taunting them, coming so close they who are in the sty or a corral believe she is ready and willing to join their herd. It is as she comes close and then tosses to the beasts what to them are choice morsels, berries and nuts, as they being then more like animals do fight for their food. I suspect the fighting for food that subdues the human mentality when one stands as either a swine or any other form of animal. Those lost to becoming as swine find of what they were to be radically changed, some retaining their gender and are as boars; while many whether coming as men are changed of form and gender. Those who find themselves as sows are usually men who were the stronger and bold. It is of them that she desires they are tortured, feeling rank disgust for what they became, and then demeaned by their friends in raw sexual ways. Men they were, but sows and boars do they become. At first their weeping and cries do echo the castle walls. I have seen and I have heard, all this is true, ye must beware,\" spoke the satyr of his warning to Jonas. \"Impossible, no man can become a beast, this is but\' stories we tell the young of fables, and they were told to us!\" Jonas did chide the satyr, giving him a fool\'s laugh. \"Yea, be now warned my friend, as I did with those who walked here but last night. Ah, five came upon the Mistress in one of her naked romps in the dunes; you saw them I trust, they being forever now dead statues. I speak of the others that found their own way to the palace, but they too spoke of folly, entering they drank and ate their fill,\" said, saying the little satyr man, he muttering with dismay as he grumble at Jonas. \"Men, my friends did go and enter the palace by night,\" Jonas cried out, his voice cracking with joy. \"I friend,” replied the satyr, “aye, they three went in but nary one did ever come out! One named Sam went to her bedchamber, as those other two, Tye and Bill being quite drunk, the handmaidens led them from the great hall to join some others in the one b-a-r-n! No doubt, she had them locked away for some dark use, or worse. Ah then as Sam spent the night he became weary of pleasuring her needs. This was his doom, as falling asleep brought out her anger, she felt chaste, working upon him his damnation. This morning I watched as Sam began his education he being a Ram and sheep, with his duties life is simple. Her lust and fornication is but the beginning for those who are witness to such beauty. She loves to sit and alluring the elite, bringing them to such erect states, becoming beastly and giving to fornication, those allowed remaining as male, being then animals and from their longing to mate with females, becoming blind to morality and quickly accepting their disgrace. Even worse than transformation itself, is when a man born in his gender finds this too changed, as if disgraced for becoming then a sow. Those having this put upon them are but a mass of rational thoughts, taunted by emerging female instincts, and coming together the two forces battle, while lusting and longing for bestial pleasures. The boars whimper from feeling the lusty drives, as instincts sear away their morals, each begins by mounting a friend, thrusting, humping, and expounding out their seed, it is a sight not fit for sinless eyes.” As the satyr explained, Jonas stood in shock and awe! Jonas looked about, \"all these?\" he asked. \"Most, not all, as some were born to those made female by the mountings of a lucky few left as male. I, they be beasts for the most part, but their memories are easily awaken and with them most cry, some become angered, but all would beg to do anything for the chance of regaining humanity,\" said the satyr, he too then looking sad. \"What can I do?\" mumbled Jonas. \"Friend, be thee grouse enough to grouse out the most evil or women alive?\" asked the satyr. Jonas looked up at the satyr and cocking his head to one side he asked, \"Grouse her out, how?\" An evil grin passed over the satyr face, as he spoke of his idea. \"When you do enter her house by morning early light, while it be a time when she is not alert. It is a time when I and maybe you do have from overnight that yuck which clings to thy throat. Then, when she comes with smiles, offering you wine to bribe thee and make thy mind weak, she will plant a kiss on your lips. This is the time to strike! A hack or two to bring up that crud what built up over the night and jerks free, it then comes into thy mouth, ye spit into hers. She will find your response to her approach as being vile and grouse, and when she is stunned, you will have her at your mercy. Her wine shall be is a decorated Menelaus showing the type of animal you would have become. Take it from her hand and pour the wine potion over her face. Then with your angler’s knife do hold it to her throat, insisting she swear an oath. In fear of her loss of life she will not hurt thee, and ye shall have power to control her, enforcing the release thy friends from their bondage,\" told the satyr to Jonas as he listened, wide eyed not believing his ears. \"Damn you creature, ye are grouse!\" said Jonas. \"Aye, grouse be I, but alive and having some of what I had as a man. Part of me is as an animal and goat, yet listen now and see for thy self. I am alive these many years, and do as I wish, when I wish, delighting myself with the lusty and needy nannies! Pleasures are mine as I do service this flock, not swine do I be, and no diner will I become, I be Lucero, the Satyr true,\" said the satyr with gleams of pride. “Really, but do you not have thoughts of lying with women rather than being the mate to a crude and filthy nanny goat?” Jonas asked the satyr, due to his own moral thinking, for mating with a woman was far better than doing it with an animal. The satyr smiled, placing his partially hair covered hand on Jonas shoulder. “Friend, what woman would offer herself willingly to such as what I have become? Nay friend, but if any might, I would have them lay face down over a fallen tree, their rump in the air, and then me being as I am, I would need to hump them as dose a buck goat to his chosen nanny. No that is no way for treating a woman, although I am sure many would find my oily shaft and its exceptional length to bring them near insanity as I would thrust, hump, and pleasure us both.” Jonas decided the idea to grouse the Mistress before she could poison him into some beastly submission was a good suggestion. To accentuate his chance of success, he waited with the satyr until the wee hours of that next morning. Sitting around the satyr\'s campfire, he told of his adventures and the places he had seen. They both enjoyed a modest supper offered by the satyr and new friend. Bread and cheese, was the food and then a bottle of deep dark almost thick wine they drank together to seal a bond of friendship. Near sedated into a drunken state, Jonas asked if he could force the woman to change back his friends, should he not insist she return all to being human, those she had made long since into animals. Lucero smiled, but told of those who become as animals lose their will and reasoning powers after a season of mating. Although they will forever retain the memories of their previous life, all become satisfied over time with what they are, wanting only for what pleasures they might attain. With the soothing warmth, Jonas felt from a beaming early morn sun he awoke, feeling disturbed. Rolling over to stand uprightly, he took note that the herd had roamed far to the west in their pasture. The satyr was gone, nowhere could Jonas see any sign of him, as the campfire smoldered with hot embers, and its smoke rose like a signal fire of someone soon coming to the palace. Grumbling to him self he looked for his few belongings, but found that all was gone, clothing, shoes, and knife. A loincloth made of tanned sheepskin was the only clothing left for him to wear, and he donned it quickly. His mind made up to try the satyr’ plan, but how could he be a threat to that woman without being availed a knife? Soon after he stood at marble steps and looking up saw then the great doors made of cast brass, these likely leading to a palace made for the rich and formidable. \"Come man of the sea, a hearty sailor, strong and bold, come, come in and drink, eat food worthy a king, it stands ready, come dine with me this bright and wonder filled morning!\" There suddenly was a woman of rare beauty, she stood a tall, as an olive oiled complexion, and dressed in a white flowing gown. It was the way she could transfix her black eyes upon a man, as if her slender form was not alluring enough. Nay, for any true and hardy sailor she shook her head and made the long hair from her head glisten in the sun light. Feeling a sudden eagerness to be at her side, Jonas ran up the many steps leading him closer to his own damnation. Steps and more steps did Jonas climb, as he felt soon weary and growing tired the higher he trudged. The lovely woman smiled, her expression never changed as he did come higher and closer to her. Now thirst and hunger did rake his gut. The mouth grew dry and his tongue hung out limp as the steps seemed all so much higher. \"Come, now come, a few steps more, yes come,\" she beckoned. Finally, he has reached the top step, winded and wishing to sit down next to this very suggestive looking woman. Ready was Jonas for a drink of wine to refresh his tired body. Huffing from the climb, with it offered, as a thirst craved’ man chugged it down in five gulps. The smile she offered seduced him into a lull of mindless oblivion, his bold plan totally forgotten, and feeling only a sense of delight as if he were a companion to this beautiful woman. She using her best enticing smile and then reached down to cup her hands under his chin. Immediately he had a warm feeling for this woman and her kindness. \"Those steps were very high and you must be tied from the climb, come now, and have food and drink befitting you place!\" This woman of treachery offered, as Jonas got to his feet, and in her company, they walked together into her white marble palace. As she sat down on her grand throne, Jonas looked for his chance to spit the luggie building in the back of his throat. \"I\'d ask you for the story which brought such a handsome man to this my mystic isle, but why bother as it is easy to see you are little more than a dog. SATYR, you come here, I need no lover this fine morning, as you asked of me, I shall send to you a large and strong dog to be your companion and help with the herds.\" The woman said in a rank and rather forcible manner. Jonas whirled around to see the short satyr clomping closer and in his hand was a rope leash, made special for a large brute of a dog. A nagging pain in his guts told Jonas of his drinking not just wine but laced with poisons. Looking down it gave Jonas the most horrid feeling he ever had, worse yet betrayed by the satyr, as if he might then actually become soon a dog. The sensation of change racked his strong and healthy human body. He tried to stand up straight and tall, but his hips would not obey. He stood stooped forward, watching with some horrid fascination as his sailor tanned skin turned mostly black, some areas remaining then pinkish; as then similar to the tone of his skin, colors of hair sprouted, some being long and very thick, while other areas were shorter and thinned. Seeing the change in skin and growing of so much new hair, he decidedly believed he might become a dog by sunset. Arms twisted in a harsh jerk, snapping at bones and joints, sending shocks of pain to an overwhelmed brain. He could but watch this too, fascinated with his forelegs, wiggling what were fingers and had then become toes of a dog paw. Arms then were as some of his legs, while his mind stood willing for the moment to be captivated by his physical change. Jonas had a shivering that racked down the length of his body. He growled from discomfort seeing the woman smile and the satyr begin to laugh. The rolling wave of change moved into his groin, this taking the trend of change more harshly, giving a heightened sense of pain, making Jonas double forward gripping his guts and whining like a hurt pup. His human testicles expanded larger, became furry and snugged end-to-end up into and between his furring buttocks. As if adding agony to the pain that had assaulted him moments before, the sensation of his male, human penis jerked up into his groin, this to say the least was near, overwhelming! The groin became deeper as thighs widened, and from just below, his protruding navel jerked and jutted suddenly a lump of thick flesh. His canine heritage had taken shape, a long and draping fur covered sheath hung at first limp but feeling loaded. As he moved, it swung and jiggled, sending wild and lusty sensations to a brain and mind that was beginning to find being a dog as something sensual, and thrilling. As from out his butt cheeks jutted the short tail as if cropped by some animal doctor, Jonas had a pelvic jerk, and then another, sending him into humping at the air; making the instinctive moves of a stud male dog wishing to rut some bitch. A Dog he was fast becoming, but with the changes, welling within his groin brought only a feeling of bestial lust, this mixed with bitterness for all that were human. Anxiety and personal anguish for what was lost and in as much for his new sensualness he had gained, blended into a sated feeling of doggish contentment. He reached around to give a touch with what was already a paw. His feeling of absent mindedness, longing to know how sensual a dog sheath would become, stroking it, and with the woman making muffled laughter, Jonas felt such a building urge to mate, he growled upon seeing his dog sized erection. When the blooming knot appeared, Jonas realized he was a dog as if born a dog. He plopped down on his hairy flat butt, bent his head and neck way down and forward, and with a long tongue, he began to caress, and lick his exposed shaft. The Satyr stood next to the woman, both watching, and finding the predicament of Jonas as humoristic in many ways. Licking his shaft clean and enjoying the sensation as he was a large dog, Jonas jerked his pelvic region, this giving him the enthusiasm to jerk his dog prick, the deep red shaft, pointed, and pulsating with small veins pumping and urging him to act as would a dog. In the new and sudden heat of sexual canine functioning, Jonas got up all fours, making some forward thrusts as if wishing this to grow an even longer erection. As from much enlarged and furry testicles the testerone surcharged out like he was a dog with lust, turning Jonas to want his life as a dog, finding his own acceptance, he looked up and with tongue lolling from his mouth, Jonas barked a greeting. A fleeting thought of his plan for attacking, and earning then the release of his friends and shipmates from their own indignity, Jonas strained to retain the fleeting remembrance. He remembering, as he had not his knife; or worse too, was his changed hands could not even grip it of hold it to her throat. Wondering as what could he do next, while the real sensation of him becoming a large dog soon was to him as, thrilling and as well disgusting! \"I asked for a good big sheepdog and ye brother will soon be it!\" said the Satyr as he reached to put the leash over the head of Jonas. As a long tongue licked sharp teeth, the yellow eyes of Jonas flashed with a sudden realization and plan. Being always quick of thought, the fast working of mind, Jonas knew how to implore the evil woman. Leaping up from his sinking crouched position, Jonas with his still engrossed erection flaying side to side, he took to fawning his forepaws over the woman’s shoulders; and as standing, he brought his powerful jaws and sharp teeth to bear upon her throat. Newly formed white fangs and canine teeth came to bare upon the silky white throat of a stunned woman. Jonas growled and snarling out his avenging words, though spoken with a mouth that was as bestial as any dog born a dog. He was readily able to rip her throat apart, causing her death, and send the wife of a greater man of science to the gates of Hades. The idea dwelling within an angry man turned into a sheepdog found purpose, as he knew his duty. She thought of how horrible he would kill her, and what was worse, as when she entered then to the gates of Hades, there were those preceding her, men she had changed to be as animals, and would be at her throat for eternity. Screaming, she fell to the white marble floor, lying wide eyed with terror, while a changed man to dog stood over her, his teeth bearing down, cutting ever so slightly into a pretty neck. ”Please, I beg, please no do not harm or kill me! I will grant your every wish. Even if you would desire to be human again, I shall promise to release you from being this dog!\" So begged and did plead a scared woman as her life and deeds passed before those black eyes. Jonas growled, as his doggish mouth and human mind found a mental link between Jonas and this rare woman of knowledge and horrific power over men. Mentally Jonas deemed his wishes, insisting for release his friends and Jonas as well. Yet the wild rage of dog and bestial feelings that were there to control Jonas as being a dog, he asked but for a time to know them. As adding one small favor, Jonas asked to remain a while as the dog, given some time with a bitch, and then discovering what it felt to mate and breed like a dog. When Jonas released his death grip on her throat, he expected his doggish body to become more human. He stood there as that large breed of sheepdog, having then a sense of wonder, looking to the hope of again being a man, but wishing she might let him retain his doggish sheath, and that much elongated red shaft. At that moment she stepped close to Jonas, cupping her hands under a chin that moments before was the vicious mouth of an angry dog. In sly and sensual words, she knew his thinking and suggested he keep his doggish self a while longer. Her own plans and his were for some lurid moments together, as if what he felt would be a pleasure for her to feel, offering both some enjoyment. The very thought of having sensual satisfaction with this powerful woman intrigued Jonas to no end. Her touch to his elongated red, and sensual knot shaft, brought on a massive erections and wild pangs of pleasure. He found his erection becoming bigger than when he had first changed into a dog. In fact it grew outward nearly a foot long, thickening in girth, and as he stood there with her stroking it, both feeling how his knot grew to the size of a Pear. When after a time of mutual pleasuring, it was then for Jonas and of what he had insisted, she complied and offered him the domination of nine lusty bitches. A full night and one long day of a doggish orgy and a weary man named Jonas joined again his friends, all joyous and grateful, of hope that they might leave for their homes in peace. The witch of a woman swore an oath, on the grave of her sacred mother. Happy screams and beastly calls echoed from the many in their pigsty. Boars and sows that once stood as do men were frantic with renewed hope, all yelling calls of appreciation and delight, seeing and being witness as their beastly selves began to become again human. Jonas reunited with all those who survived the shipwreck, and then by foolish choices became then to live as animals; they thronged about him, joyous while still cautious of a vicious woman who for the good humor and delight would rather they be as beasts. The scene was quite emotional, so much so, that even a powerful woman felt something for Jonas and his friends, she shedding a tear as she watched from above the sty. Jonas and his friends spent a full year enjoying the splendor and sensual fellowship within the palace, whether from the Mistress and her handmaidens. Jonas became acquainted with a few who from their own coming to that isle, did wish to become then as dogs, bitches for the hunt and finding it a thrill to breed. The woman and even he husband did swear an oath, promising that Jonas and his friends would in due time join those in their homelands. Offering to all that after a time of recuperation on the isle, she would give them boats to make their return possible. With her promises finished and complete, the attitudes of her and handmaidens changed, she regained her disgust for men in general. Her face darkened as from the evil that churned within boiled out, telling all that her generosity would end the moment they stepped a foot upon distant shores. Steaming of anger for the loss of so many fine animal specimens, she pointed to each in turn, insisting they swear an oath as never should they return to her isle, less some choose to swim their way back to her loving embrace. Nearly all those who had tasted of her loving ways shook their fists, promising none would return, and as if complying with her change of heart they insisted to leave then for their home shores. Oddly, it was just a varied few that having again felt the injustice of other men, they did come before the Mistress, and begging her indulgence, asked for to rejoin the herds. Some found their livelihood in the miry sties, one found enjoyment as a stud donkey, while two young women pleaded to become Mastiff bitches, and being then as dogs wished to leave along with Jonas. On that final day when with their new ships and crews stood ready to embark for home, two lusty bitch dogs joined Jonas in his boat, both desiring to be at his side, he their stud and sire. In that sailing ship were then nine grateful men, Jonas, and his faithful dogs. The Mistress and her satyr lavished many gifts upon those leaving, as of some were pieces of art while other gifts were as extra stores of food and wine, for their long voyage. She bade a fond fair well to her dog lover Jonas, reminding him to give each sailor a bottle of wine and some bread before they went off to their own homes. She and her satyr stood on the high bluff overlooking the warm regions of the Atlantic, giving the three ships and especially Jonas, a friendly wave, and her usual warm smile. Standing next to her the satyr herdsman asked, \"Why my Queen, why did you bless them with so much, no doubt they will tell of your isle, as many of the curious shall come?\" I suspect she had then that mischievous smile and looked down at him admitting something like say, \"Nay my good friend, the magnetic shield my good husband invented shall ward most away. It acts upon the turning of the globe, bending into an umbrella of safekeeping. Yet to answer you question, but once each takes of his or her special bottle of wine, they shall drink a toast to their freedom, and from that moment onward, those of their homeland shall see them in a different light. I have tainted each bottle of wine, granting that the first animal they touch and greet in their homeland is to be as if a bother or sister. Yet for my friend and lover Jonas I placed in a special basket for him something to remind him of what he had here. He made me feel like a blithering Ass, and for this when he gets home and drinks that wine, he and those that enjoy it shall be as a family of Donkeys; least he touches some animal before coming in contact with family or friends. Damned might he be to live and work as beasts of burden, or as some animal owned as property by friends and relatives until the day he die.” Indeed, she had placed enough for all, each tainted with her poisoned potions, Jonas and all the others, even including me. As Jonas did, and so had they all; Mark was the last aboard out boat, seeing Jonas toast his return to home, only to hug the two Mastiff bitches, he then changing, in agony. The last sight of them was as a giant male Mastiff sire humped and was working his tool hard into a whining bitch, as the other stood shaking and waiting for her turn. Mark was no brighter than were his fool friends, he saved that bottle of wine to note the anniversary of his deliverance from the animal kingdom. When after a year his wealth and property had grown, he stood surrounded by family and petting his prized stud and stallion horse. Those there had such weird facial expressions, eyes glaring, blinking, all in disbelief. When from the tortured expressions of the faces of others, Mark with one arm around his wife and the other about the withers of that stallion, he reminded to think back of that day all sailed toward home. The Mistress and Lucero stood arm in arm, each laughing heartily, seemingly delighted to send them on their way. On the island, Mark was as a male mule, the women and satyr did work him hard. Devoid of his testicles as a Mule, he felt no desire to breed and thus kept his human morals intact. Upon Mark returning to us his family he did share the work and slaved away each day, increasing his wealth and earnings. He was proud to have yet for his dear wife the might shaft of when Mark was a Mule, but having regained his human stature he had again those male testicles, though enlarged by having been once a brute animal. His love for the wife, and her delight in what he held for the two to share was a blessing upon them both. On that day, he shared with the wife his still mule sized maleness, and then of that sacred wine filled bottle, cursing them both. Aye my friends this was all the true words of my son-in-law and his remarkable story. I stand here and boast aloud that it is true! Truth need only point to the three fine horses, all now as stallions, like brothers in the flesh. My daughter and her husband, they drinking a toast of poisoned wine are as horses, stallions together, each sparing for the right to mate with mares. Beware the south Atlantic, it has two of the most unforgiving people living together on an island, toying with men and or women, making them damned as I to live and die as do animals! |
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