Quiet
The goat playfully skipped along his meadow. The winter was longer than he wanted, and the barn where the rest of the livestock lived was drafty, and occasionally the overworked heater decided to take the day off.
Ever since social distinction had become mandatory, people had been split off into different classes.
Predators where at the top, the bigger, scarier and teethier the more power they had over someone like our goat. Enviously, they had the budget and power to grow up and be somebody. Like a lawyer. Second in the food chain of life was the secondary consumers. Beasts like them could where working class, often becoming artisans, merchants and craftsmen. Just above the goats class was the primary consumers. They were laborers, whom worked in factories and often worked in the fields during the summers.
And than there was Livestock.
Livestock-Like our overjoyed goat-was deemed to simple minded to work even menial tasks. Which was true in many cases, it took the average cow child the age of twelve to spell his or her name correctly.
It wasn't their fault that their minds were so simple. It was the selective breeding that still went on. They where often kept as pets, by the upperclass.
The fresh grass under his hooves made him smile. Being stuck in that barn for the winter with his other kinsmen had just become a drooling depressing time. With brown eyes he looked down at himself, he had grown taller, and lankier since the last time he took time out of his playful schedule. Since he was a very low class, it was against the law for him to wear clothes. Sometimes he wondered what it would be like, warm in the nice soft fabric.
Tired from his running, and jumping over tasty alfalfa stacks, he laid down. This was his secret getaway. Where the golden stacks towered five feet to the sky, the ground was soft and sweet smelling.
Noone could tell anyone was there inside his little makeshift room. He smiled at his secret, because livestock could only have so few.
During the winter they had been particularly cruel in there teasing. And when our poor goat made a mistake and accidently bumped into one of his protectors, he got a quick painful nip on the arm or chest.
His floppy ears twitched as he heard shuffling just outside tiny paradise.
"Get back with the herd."
He heard the deep voice come over the stacks, and a shaggy collie peaked out from the top, ruining his moment.
He sat up, he knew he wasn't supposed to be a part from the rest of the herd. Ever.
He got to his knees, the goat didn't want to surrender his simple act of rebellion to the collie.
"C-C-Can I stay here..For a little while?" The goat muttered, scared that his defiance would mean the loud barking, and the deep biting.
The Collie narrowed his eyes, and with just a few arm movements, he climbed into the little alfalfa room.
To the goats relief, the collie did not lash out.
"I got a better idea." He said, pushing the frightened goat onto his back. "Shhhh.." The dog blew into his ear.
His weight was a lot for the goats little frame to handle, but it had to be dealt with. He felt the collie reach his paw, unzipping his manhood from his cloth prison.
The dog was ready for this, and the goat knew this also. And he also felt his much smaller cock unsheathe itself. For a moment they felt each others length with there own.
The collie gave the goat a sloppy kiss on the mouth, forcing his silky tongue into the younger. The goat moaned, he was still cherry, and in the back of his mind, it yelled at him to keep it that way. He raised his slim legs to attempt to shove his new lover off, only to be grasped by the collies muscular arm, and place behind his furry back.
The kiss ended, and the goats face was pink in a blush, as he was already to spill himself. The collie laughed at this, and took the remaining leg, and placed it behind him as well. "This is going to feel so good.." He whispered in the livestock's ear.
His powerful hips began to rock back and forth into an rhythmic beating of there thighs. The uke met his thrusts, his back arching, urging the taller to allow him to release for the first time in his short time.
The collie enjoyed just rocking himself on top of the boy, a very useful fetish to get his libido aching for more.
The brown goat raised his head up for another wet kiss, he craved his taste, and the fear that he held had subsided, instead of shaking in fear, he quivered for more.
"P-P-please!" He begged. He needed to release, but held himself from doing so, it would be embarrassing to give in so early in the game.
He felt the collie raise, his paws fingering around his puckered love. Teasing.
The goat panted. "Plea-Ah! Ah! Ah! --se!" The collie forced his finger into his victim, the goats walls were tight, and the fact that he wasn't relaxing himself wasn't helping.
The collie had given the goat enough pleasure, now it was his turn to claim the boys sweet cherry. He Rose, and forced himself into the boy. Not easing, or waiting to see if he was ready, just forcing himself inside. This was for him-Not the goat!
A high pitch scream arose from the ukes throat, which was quickly muffled by his herd dogs paw. Pain induced tears dripped down his reddend face. "Shut up!" The collie snapped.
His hand still over his mouth, and the other being used to stabalize himself over the boy, he thrust deep and hard into him. Rubbing his lovely sweet spot. In and Out, In and Out.
He bleated, this hurt so good, he released his long kept load, a small squirt escaped, before the paw used to cover his mouth, gripped it painfully, stopping it mid-shoot. "Not Yet." The dog said.
My tears got weaker, and my body shook from the taxing pain he gave. He lowered his head down to the boys ears, "Lets Cum together." He said softly, removing his large cock from his small lover.
Situating himself back on top, he removed his paw, and gave the boy another kiss. Neither of them could hold back, as there cream mixed with one another's. Covering the two's stomachs.
The laid together for awhile, both trying to catch there breath.
What seemed like hours, the dog got off, and put his clothes back on, and grabbed the simple goats arm, forcing him on his feet, his stomach still a cocktail of each others essence.
"Gotta get you back." The dog mumbled, not bothering to clean himself before forcing the goat back into reality, and with several unsympathetic shoves, he found himself in a group of very wide-eyed and shocked parentals.