Sheep from the Goat
Sheep from the Goat
By Ziegenbock
The truck rumbled slowly up the narrow farm track, clouds of dust kicked up behind it. The land here was very hilly, and the truck's engine struggled as it made the ascent. Almost there, almost there... The track wound its way through the countryside, eventually reaching a cluster of buildings surrounding a farmyard.
The truck pulled up at one side of the yard, and the driver cut the engine. All was still.
The door opened. Out stepped a farmer, dressed in tweed and wellington boots. A few seconds, then he made his way to the rear of the truck. The doors were flung wide, and a ramp pulled down.
"Here y'are then, bor. Yer new home."
A soft clap of hooves echoed around the truck, as a figure stepped tentatively into the yard. A male goat, fairly short, but strong and stocky. His muscular body was covered by a coat of grey, matted fur. Lazy hazel eyes were set into his face, and his head was adorned with magnificent long, curved horns.
"Right then, let's show you around."
The goat looked at the surrounding landscape. Wonderful rolling hills as far as the eye could see, the haphazard patchwork of fields and hedgerows giving way to lush green meadows, with rows of beech and ash on the horizon. He bleated contentedly. Home.
Making his way around the pastures (and keeping an eye out for the farmer's dogs, of course), the goat spotted some sheep in the neighbouring field. Time to introduce himself.
The rams and ewes seemed calm enough, preoccupied by their grazing (typical sheep). Climbing through a gap in the fence, he headed slowly over to the nearest ewe. She didn't hear, even as he stood right beside her...
"Hi, I just moved in. I'm Sean."
The ewe stepped back startled, uttering a shocked bleat.
"Wha... What are you..."
"Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean..."
They paused, staring at each other awkwardly. The ewe it was who spoke next.
"Welcome to the farm, Sean. My name's Jess," she replied, giving a quick glance around her.
She seemed concerned about something, Sean thought. He continued nonetheless. "So, what sort of stuff do you guys get up to around here?"
"Oh, not much. There's far more to see up by the farmhouse than around here."
Jess looked nervously over Sean's shoulder. He'd be fine if none of the rams saw him with her. Damn. One of them had seen, and was gesturing to another.
"Well, it was great to meet you. No doubt you'll want to carry on looking around."
"I will later. Right now, I think I'll go and meet some of your friends."
Three or four of the rams were now approaching them, behind the goat. A half-dozen. Now a dozen. Oh take the hint, you stupid goat.
"You all right, Jess? You look really worried."
Next thing Sean knew, a tough-looking ram was staring in his face, with at least thirty more standing behind him. He froze in fear.
"You think you're pretty clever, don't you, goat. Sneaking into my field, making off with my herd..."
Normally, Sean wouldn't have hesitated to headbunt this stuck-up ram for all he was worth. On-on-one, the goat would hammer him to the ground easily. Not with a group that size behind him, though. Sean was strong, but not that strong.
"Oh, he was just leaving, weren't you, Sean?" Jess perked up.
"Shut up, you waste of wool!" retorted a scrawny ewe, the only female in the group.
But the ram cut off Sean's response. "Listen to me. Don't believe anything a goat says, especially a male goat. Male goats want one thing and one thing only from a female. And that's the fastest way to get their cock in you."
"Yeah!" shouted the ewe. Suddenly, the group sprang to life, taunting and jeering at the defeated goat.
Encouraged, the ram moved in to finish the job. "So why not just run off back to your pen, and keep your sordid thoughts to yourself, you dirty, evil, filthy little cock whore."
That made him snap. Without a second thought, Sean reared up and with every ounce of his strength landed his massive horns with a great smack right across the ram's head.
Pandemonium broke out. Before Sean could launch himself at the ram again, a sea of white and wool swept him off his hooves, kicking, biting, then throwing him to the ground.
"Oh, that was a big mistake." The leader towered staggering over Sean, physically hurt but psychologically victorious. "Well, guess we'll just have to teach you a lesson. Oh, and don't expect any help. The farmer's in town, the dogs with him. Heh. You're on your own."
And with an almighty blow to the stomach, the gang started pummelling Sean once more. Sean tried his hardest to escape. A horn here, a hoof there... his whole body was in agony as the blows rained in, bleating and twisting his bruised body, horns and teeth tearing the creature open, blood staining his fur and glistening on the grass below. And as they attacked him and spat in his face, he caught a glimpse of Jess slinking away, powerless and ashamed.
Sean was always amazed that , no matter how hurt he was physically, his body would heal. Psychologically, though, he knew that what happened today would leave him scarred. As he lay in his pen that evening, shivering and licking his wounds, he considered what he could do next. The farmer wouldn't be back until morning, and he couldn't even talk to Jess. That ram was right. He was on his own.
Voices drifted into the barn from the cool night air. Sean perked his ears to listen.
"...dumb goat. March in on our territory, stagger around like he owns the place." Oh, how revolting that mangy ewe was.
"Still, you gotta feel sorry for Jess. So naive. But hey, she wouldn't feel that innocent once that crazed beast started shagging the hell out of her."
Heh, now who's being naive, Sean mused. Naive...
A deliciously dirty thought crept into his young hircine mind. So lecherous, so gorgeously filthy...
Hooves pattered ever so softly. Sean sneaked around the farm buildings later that night, watching, waiting to put his plan into action.
There. The sheep were heading back to their barns. The leader was saying goodnight to his girlfriend, that smart-ass ewe, as the rams slept separately from the ewes. Time to put his plan into action.
Not a sound could be heard around the farm. The ewe skipped happily towards the barn, her warm bed, shelter...
An almighty force thrust her against a wall, knocking the breath out of her. As she gathered her senses, she was shocked to see the massive form of Sean against her own, horns dug deep into her neck. She struggled, but Sean simply grabbed her by the throat, and squeezed. She choked.
"Right, you've seen what I can do to you. Not nice, is it? The slightest sound from you, and I will do a whole lot worse. Understand?"
There was a slyness about his voice that made here very anxious. "Wh... what do you want?"
He chuckled. "Missy, you've got some pretty strong views about my species. But hey, if goat is what you want, then goat is what you'll get."
He threw her roughly to the ground. Before she could stand, the goat was above her. She squealed in shock as she saw him leaning against the wall, fondling his balls and flaccid penis, grunting softly.
After a while, he seized her arm, and placed her hoof on his cock. "Rub it," he growled in her ear.
She laid still on the ground, shaking, terrified. However, she knew better than to disobey. Tentatively, she ran her hoof down the goat cock, drawing a pleasured moan from Sean. Gradually, she began repeating the motion, stroking up and down the hardening member. Then, she brought her other hoof up, and began kneading his testicles. Sean gave a low growl as a few drops of pre began spurting from his semi-erect cock.
He pushed the sheep away, grunting in pleasure, before motioning for her to stand. How long they stood like this - minutes, or longer - the sheep had no idea. The goat stood still against the wall, panting, drooling. The sheep trembled, heart racing. She was terrified of this huge beast, and what he could do to her. And yet... Why did she feel strangely drawn towards him? A glowing warmth ignited in her body, along with a familiar wetness between her legs.
Sean's cock shot to full size. With a sharp bleat, he plunged his entire eight-inch length deep into the sheep. Surprised, she stumbled forward, sliding onto her front.
With bestial growls, the goat pulled out slowly, savouring the intense pleasure of the sheep's tight, dripping sex. She tried to scream, but Sean simply clamped a hoof over her muzzle before driving into her once more, thrust after thrust battering into his mate. He grunted lustfully as he bucked relentlessly into her, each assault drawing moans of agony from the ewe. She pushed and struggled her hardest to get away, only resulting in pleasuring the goat more. She twisted and turned before noticing the unexpected warmth spreading through her body. It grew and intensified, flames of pleasure building rapidly into a raging inferno coursing through her body which erupted in torrents of ecstasy, gasping, shaking, muscles clamping and rippling over the raging goat cock.
This drove the goat wild, thrusting furiously into the sheep, his great ominous balls slamming into the taut ovine rump, burying his head into the sheep's wool, savouring the smell of lanolin mingling with her gorgeous scent and his own rich, oaky musk, breeding, rutting, bucking ferally as waves of pleasure grew and grew and exploded in torrents of ecstasy pulsing through the huge beast, eyes clamped shut, head thrown back in triumph.
"Mee-ee-ee-eeh!!"
A hot, sticky load shot into the sheep. Sean jerked, tensed up, then shuddered in delight as he fired his sperm, shot after shot of thick cum gushing deep into the sheep's sex, powerful spurts of the goat's cream pulsing through his cock, giving little huffing grunts as he basked in the exhilaration of mating.
With heated breaths, the goat jerked suddenly, drawing a painful yelp from the ewe as the goat's shaft slid out of her. She got ready to stand when the goat leapt onto her once more, his bone-hard cock sliding easily into her slicked-down sex, a few vicious thrusts being all he needed before the ewe screamed in pain, clashing harshly with the goat's bleats of ecstasy as the sheep's muscles clamped down, fresh shots of hot, thick semen pulsing through the delighted goat.
Time and again he pulled out slowly, only to leap onto her once more, breeding with all the vigour of his first mating. After his sixth climax, he simply lay shuddering on top of his mate, cock spurting erratically, revelling in the sheep's damp tightness.
A sound of hooves approaching. The ewe tried her hardest to get away, but the goat, locked into her sex, didn't move. Oh, please don't let them see me.
A figure appeared from around the corner, and stopped dead. It was her partner.
Silence. The ram tried to speak, but couldn't find the words. He simply stared at the couple, furious, terrified, until his eyes met the goat's. A cold, calm, powerful glance, which made the wool on his neck stand on end. Point taken. He stepped back nervously once, twice, then disappeared around the corner.
No point in waiting around. With a series of grunts, he gradually pulled his engorged cock free of the sheep, a flood of slimy spunk pouring from her abused tunnel, thick strands hanging from the goat's glistening cock. Sated, he turned to head back to his barn, leaving the broken sheep trembling, sobbing, lying in a musky pool of sweat and goat cum. How she wished she could just close her eyes, and let that be the end of it. Sean meanwhile padded off into the moonlight, deeply content, pausing only briefly to look back at his mate.
"So, now who's on their own?"