Shei peddles smut to the elderly after a moment of clarity

It's a snowy, pale blue day in Mr'uthgar, a frail kid in an armless, black cloak stands in front of a ditch beside a ghastly manor.
"Right-o now I can be done with it" Shei-Sher says to himself as he holds out a thin red book, Liber Vegis 777 "I tell him not to drink in the wee hours of moonlight. It's items like this that stupid magis would regurgitate." Shei-Sher holds the book to his forehead and contemplates deeply, DEEPLY, he breaks a sweat even. It is just so difficult to find anything redeeming about this godforsaken book "Well tis a good thing Crow-ley said to burn it after reading. So he had one thing right. The book was not meant to be studied."

Shei-Sher swings his arm back lackadaisically ready to toss the Liber Vegis. But his hand is caught. Stopped between the claws of a lithe old griffon "What is this now." A tall, slender griffon in white and gray feathers and casual robe, spat through a hoarse vulgar throat "Say I didn't know they let Goat's read now" He confiscates the book "How times 'er changing eh? hehe HeHeHeHe" cackle cackle

Shei-Sher stands there agog, pale like a banshee as the elderly bird flips through the pages "Hay kid!" The old vulcher squawked "This book is sh'exy" Shei's face wrys further "Just where'a little deli-dodger like you get this kinda material" He held the book by the edge and slapped it with the back of his claw while pages unravel in a lusty, but fashionable display.
"I- I -uh -uh" It was useless, his legs shook just as timidly as his heart
"Ain't talkin huh?" The griffon trained his eyes on the little goat. And the little goat knew very well he could be dashed away with, a fine being the only grievance. The little goat's eyes sunk into the very bed of his shaking hooves, the gaze of a hawk did sit on him so heavy. "heh. haha HAHAHHAH!" The Griffon guffawed with so much delight.
Shei-Sher had urinated. And the griffon pointed and laughed.

Kill me, be so merciful and just kill me please..

"AHAHAH ooooooohh" He wiped tear from his cheeky eyeball "Okay, my little lambchops. You live. But I'm keeping the book. The hawks and eagles in stoopclaw den will know precisely what to make of this Ahahahah!" He laughed as he flapped and flew away.
suddenly Shei-Sher was in a much darker place than before, he feel his heart touch the ground where it sank. "Wa-a-a-it! Please come back!" pathetic little goat bleats

Shei-Sher ran through snow in bear hooves. His cloven soles became like ice clung to his flesh but he didn't. He bleated and bleated through the town "Come back! Ple-e-e-e-e-ease!"
Just about every griffon he passed, bumped, and brushed had something to say for the wretched serph disturbing the peace this early in the morning
"Aye quit your yammering silly ole squatwedder!" Owly Grif by Quiet Spider inn
"Daft goat. I'll gut you next time!" Raveny Grif by the fruit stand
"Squaaaaahhhk!! fucking Hogget!" Heron Grif face soaked in morning ale
"Kid's should been seen not heard, seen on a meat hangers." A shadowy teraco hissed
"This isn't Hearthome , paynim tweeeerp!" a toucan with a newspaper announced
Some were even magnanimous enough to poke their hear out the window to threaten the kid. This was all very dangerous. Just taking a morning stroll would be deadly enough. That stupid kid sweat bullets below 12* fahrenheit as he earned the deathwish of every griffion on the block.

The old codger make a sharp swoop east cutting through the many rows of buildings. Weakly, Shei-sher curses his fate and continues his jog through Mr'uthgar.
Shei-Sher finally makes it to the upper pavillions of stoopclaw den. A forum and delicacy district designed to only be navigable to fliers. Fortunately for Shei he comes from a long ancestry of climbers.
"b-a-a-ah.. my *pant* book" A leaned a hoof on a piller to catch his breathe. The spray of his inhaler doesn't do much to alleviate the wheezing. He peers out from the his highground, peeling his eyes for the vulcher that made off with his book.
He thinks he hears something sultry coming from one direction, The goat made haste

"I'm tellin you, this book'sa work of art." The graying vulcher's rasping voice beseeched his compatriots by the sheepguts&dairy cafe
"Hay!" the gruff falconidae iterated "This book is sexy."
"Yeah, I know birdbrain, that'sh what I've been tryin to tell you."
The little goat soon arrives at the convening of pidges, out of breathe once again
"Oh hay, you're shtill in one piece'sh"
"Who's the kid?"
"That's the runt I got the book from."
Through hanging breathe the goats speaks "That parchment is the bewitching litany of ungodly *pant* convictions.. *pant* please, you are tampering with the darkest of roses Lady Sabuul could ever bequeath or so sayeth the Beast Cro-"
"Hold on, Hold on" the old Vulcher interrupts "Is'sh'that in the book? Check the book"
The four birds huddle over the book in deep fascination as they grumble to eachother contemplatingly "i don't know -sounds sexy."
Shei drags his hooves against his cheecks, sucking the lids off his eyeballs "No No! It's not! It's not! Stop saying that!" flushed little kid
"What are you trying to say goatboy." the Vulcher inquired
"Just.. just read the title. It is a commandment to those who practice bastardous magic
The four birds scan the title. Liber Vegis 777 "Soundsh sexy to me" they all concur with knowing nods
"Excuse me, immaculate little hornchip" a distinguished stork in a fez said "have you actually read this?"
"Well of course I have, it belongs to me."
"Well then allow me to read an excerpt." The stork dawns his reading glasses
    "Above, the gemmèd azure is
    The naked splendour of Sabuul;
    She bends in ecstasy to kiss
    The secret ardours of Br'veldus.
    The wingèd globe, the starry blue,
    Are mine, O Zono-ah-in-Unad"
"Now" He points and waves with his glasses in tallon "would you sincerely have me believe that was not the reproduction of a mysterious hen degowning when bent over to commence fellatio. The consequential intercourse revealing unifying insight."
"That'sh sh'exy man.." He blows smoke from a cigarette.
Heat rushed and wrapped itself inside Shei-Sher's cheeks. He could not believe the conversation he is having, but it must be rectified.
"ERm... hm -" He clenches trying to worm out of the unexpectedly revelating explanation "Sort of.. It is mostly consecration of the hidden nature of man revealing itself only through probing into the dark beyond and reconciling itself in transcendent ecstasy once one hemisphere of knowledge commits with the other hence the bending and kiss, winged globe and starry blue.

Once again the Griffons all nod in concurrence with some inscrutable knowing air, probably vulgar.
"Alright I have one." The gruff Falcon takes the book and flips the page.
"Behold! these be grave mysteries; for there are also of my friends who be hermits. Now think not to find them in the forest or on the mountain; but in beds of purple, caressed by magnificent beasts of women with large limbs, and fire and light in their eyes, and masses of flaming hair about them; there shall ye find them. Ye shall see them at rule, at victorious armies, at all the joy; and there shall be in them a joy a million times greater than this. Beware lest any force another, King against King! Love one another with burning hearts; on the low men trample in the fierce lust of your pride, in the day of your wrath."
"Explain that." The falcon commanded
Shei-Sher raises a hoof "To be fair, I believe in the first half my Master may have been bragging, but that excerpt is a call to self-actualization. In realizing the inner king of a man by becoming the hermit who penetrates deep into his inner psyche and by extrovertively acting out this mastery one becomes the Thelematic star."
"Thelema? init that the cult that practices sex magic"
Shei-Sher freezes at the Falcon's comment
"Yeah, I think I heard about that. They practice dark tantra"
"Well then its no wonder you found such a lascivious book from this pigmy goat."
"Jeez louise'sh kid! just what kinda sh'lave are you?"
One after another they convort and turn an eye at Shei-Sher. Flakes of snow melts against the kid's cheeks as he imagines the worst of thoughts submerging from the conversation. Shaking ankles creak under the pulverizing pressure to answer the swarvy birds. That heavy noise of brushing membranes reverberates inside Shei's head. Becoming more and more distinct and resonating deeper and deeper, like his vision in shaking from it. In a snapshot, the kid jumps, grabs the book, elbows the elderly vulcher, tears away from the Stork's grab, and gets tackled by the four Griffons. And then beat.

Shei-Sher sits along a cold iron shelf behind the bars of a holding cell in Mr'uthgar county penalizing center for delinquents. The sheriff had skipped flogging the goat having seen his persuants already rendered him a bloody mess. He spat on the ground and said something along the line of detesting sloppy seconds, then confiscated the book under the pretences of evidence. Shei-Sher sat hunched over in his cell adjacent to the Sheriff's office. The crisp flipping of Liber's pages in earshot. "Hay kid! This book is sexy." The sheriff squawked.
A bell rung as a bald Crow in luxuriously patrician clothing and monicle entered through the door.
"This one yours?"
"Indeed"
"Y'know your goat's been causing quite the fuss is town." The sheriff snickered
"So I've heard. When were the days you could shackle a goat and they'd stay in one place"
"I hear ya, got a young one at home just eager for more scars."
"Youth is a rambunctious thing. What a shame it's wasted on goats, I have a cousin with a....." The conversation continued like that. As small talk was exchanged Shei-Sher shrinked further into his hunched demeanor. Hanging on the seconds that queued his impending doom.
Until he heard the bar doors wail open. Shei looked up and was pulled by the arm. Crow-ley feverishly slapping him against the head with the paperback of the Liber Vegis.
"Betwix all the things you could of done with the book"
"Stupid little ingrate, grovelling won't save you!"
"Are you aware of the embarassment you've bestowed unto me mangy slave!"
"Now everyone knows I fuck my goats, I'll have your ears for this!"
"And If you have any respect you'll dry your lids"
"This isn't a horse and pony pageant dumb fucking pygmy"
"Participation ribbons don't exist in Mr'uthgar, we own up to our tragedies."
"That's why you're entire race is up for loan here!"
Crow-ley went on and on out the door and to the manor while Shei-Sher cried and mumbled I'm sorries. The day ended with Crow-ley becoming egregiously intoxicated and spanking Shei-Sher with a paddle until he passed out. The next morning he was offered many solicitations from an ornery group of elderly griffons impassioned to have his book published. He assailed them all with pepper gas and lightning and went about his day while yelling at Shei-Sher more than usual.