The Goat Farm 4 by Ramseys

The Goat Farm 4

Ramseys, Anthro, Bestiality, Bitch, Canine, Cum, Dog, Donkey, Goat, Human, Kangaroo, M/F, Non-Anthro, Orgy, Pig, Pussy, Story Progression, Story Series, Udder, Zoophilia

#4 of The Goat Farm

The country club gains some more special employees.

Standard Warning About this Story Containing Zoo Sex! Anthro and Non-Anthro! Copyright by Ramseys 2014 I hope you all enjoy

For needed background, please read 'The Goat Farm' 1, 2, & 3 first.

The Goat Farm 4 (Jeff's story, continued)

Last thing Jeff remembered was thinking how soft and inviting the hay looked.

Soft grunts and hot jets of air on the human's ball sack awoke him. Groggily he open an eye and saw a hog's snout snuffling his groin. 'Sally?' he thought, but looking past the pig he saw the Island Sow's puffy pink twat getting drilled by George, the 'normal' Doroc boar. Returning to the sow in question between his legs... "Soffie?" The sow gave a louder 'onk' at the sound of her name. Jeff had a good reason he didn't recognize the first animal he had ever fucked. She wasn't in heat, so he didn't expect her and there was a very hard erection blocking his view of the sow. Soffie had followed her sensitive snout to the front of her area. The boar had awaken her as his went by, his ponderous scrotum, with it's twin grapefruit sized testis, wobbling from side to side as he strode past her. Soon, sow and boar musk hung heavy in the air. She could even scent her human friend's wonderful smell. Jeff was soon on his knees, listening to the happy sounds that Soffie makes when you rub behind her ears. But to the human's surprise, the big sow turned around and presenting her rump to him. The young man reached out and began scratching her broad bristly rear. Her curled tail twitched and shook as his finger nails scrapped the tough hide of the hog. When she back up towards the human, that was enough for his dick and within moments Jeff was kneeling on the special blocks and had slathered a fresh coat of lube onto his straining cock. "I sure hope you're serous about this." The human muttered as he aimed his throbbing cock at her pink nether lips. The rounded head of the glans nuzzled the sow's cunt slit... Parting them as Jeff wedged himself into the feral animal. The human's slippery shaft slid deeper into the willing sow's vulva. Smooth warm welcoming flesh swallowed the young man's cock. Jeff hoped the hog wouldn't step away... But she stood fast as he entered her in one long inward thrust... Her grunts grew louder as he hilted himself deep in her porcine cunt... The pink pussy lips were stretched around the human's shaft, they clung to the man's shaft as he pulled back a few inches... Jeff stroked back in... His wiry pubic hairs mingled with the sow's own stiff bristles that surrounded her nether lips... The human's lust seethed in his loins, whether it was drug induced or Jeff's own libido the human didn't know or care... He only knew he need to fuck this pig... Pulling back again, he stroked back in, a little faster and a little harder... The stimulation caused Soffie's vaginal juices to began to flow... Soon the human's cock was like a well oiled piston, pounding in and out of the sow's fleshy cylinder... 'Warm and Snug', the words bounced around the human's brain as he could feel every fold in the pig pussy... Fucking harder and faster, the sow oinked and squealed her pleasure... Jeff's breathing became labored as he pounded his cock repeatedly into Soffie's cunt... His heart beat loudly in his ears as the human drove for release... The young man wanted this to last forever, but the growing tightness in his loins was signaling he was nearing the end... A sharp exhale and a soft cry was all that was heard as he ejaculated his first volley... But Jeff would swear he could hear the sound of his cum splashing deep with in the sow... A short stroke, and another blast of human seamen was pumped into the animal... Then another... And another... The drug still gripped his loins as it prolonged Jeff's orgasm... The pounding in his ears stopped as the last of his load dribbled from his piss slit in his still hard dick... Opening his eyes the human looked around the strangely quiet room... Every pair of animal eye's were staring at him... Then as if by some signal, a multitude of hairy loins returned to their own fucking... Jeff gave a blink as if trying to understand what he just saw... Looking over to Sally, she just gave him a wink and a smile... George still lay on her back with his eye's closed as his own feral cum was being pumped into the island sow in one long continuous ongoing boar orgasm. Soffie was used to having a cock soaking in her cunt... But then her human friend began to once again move his nice thick dick in and out of her... Her clit was rubbed very nicely as the big round shaft stroked over it... All it took was for Jeff to watch the boar's big balls, slowly swayed side to side as he squirted his cum in Sally's cunt... As with the porn he had watched, he kept returning to pigs fucking... No doubt about it, it was a huge turn on for the young man... And he was again fucking the very willing sow's cunt.

Jeff was 'debriefed' by Bill. The young man still found it a bit strange to talk freely about fucking animals. He was a bit surprised to learn that the dosage of the drug was exactly the same as the first time. And that Bill only wanted to change one thing at a time in his tests on the human. Since the test was officially over that night, Jeff didn't feel it was necessary to tell the black bartender about the message he got the next morning from Sally. It was to meet her in one of the box stalls after lunch. When Jeff got to the stall he found Sally's 'carriage' parked outside and the sow waiting inside the stall. "Come on in and close the door", she whispered. The human slid the door shut and waited for his vision to adjust to the dim light coming from the single bulb in the center of the stall. Sally was laying on her side in a pile of fresh straw. Jeff could plainly see she was still in heat, as her still swollen vulva attested to. "You like what you see?" Jeff smiled and nodded. "Not many humans find pigs sexy." She stated matter of fact. "But you fucked Soffie before any of the goats. And before you had the super sex drug." Again it was a statement. "I flushed out George's gel plug... So why don't you slip out of those clothes and we'll have some fun." The young man figured it was her heat talking. But she is sentient, and even on estrus, she was in control of her desires. Jeff hesitated for a moment, and then remembered that the island animals don't tease or make offers and then pull them back. Sally meant every word she said. She wanted to have sex with him. The human was soon down to bare toes wiggling in the clean straw. He knelt down between her front and back legs, her rows of teats before him. Laying on her side like this, the young man was a little amazed at how big she is. The flat side of her body was rose and fell with her breathing. Spreading his fingers out wide, he ran his hands over the bristly red hairs that covered her skin. Jeff leaned foreword and angled his body so he was more parallel with her's. He laid his bare chest on her flank. "I'm not putting too much weight on you, am I?" "No... It feels nice to have someone close like that." The human didn't care if her hide was tough and scratchy... She was warm and where he had his hand, sliding over her teats, soft. "You've been so good to me... I can't get over how nice all you animals are... I often wonder if I deserve any of this... You are so strong and tough on the outside but genital and caring on the inside... Humans are such ass-wipes at times... all the time... You are so open about everything... honest... about your needs and wants." The last line the human uttered seam to remind him of why he was here. He had noted the bottle lube next to the stall door... This time he sank down on the straw, it was behind Sally's hind legs... Jeff bent down and kissed the puffy pig nether lips... Genital at first, his lips just lightly brushing her's... Then a little harder... Then his tongue... Lightly, then slipping inside... It danced around the fleshy spike... Then made a proper introduction... Sally's rump began to twitch... Animal grunts and soft squeals... Deeper the human's tongue slipped into the sow's slit... Wiggled a promise of bigger things to come... Lying on his side, Jeff was fully erect, and had been for a while. "Seams some of the drug is still in me" he thought as he applied the lube to his turgid penis. Sliding closer he aligned himself with the sow's pink vulva... First times never go as smoothly as you hope, but the human was able to impale a goodly amount of hog onto his shaft. Reaching forward he was able to grab the front of her thigh and pull himself the rest of the way in. Soft pig groans were near constant as he rocked his hips back and forth... Lying on their sides made for slow, gentile love making. Not the hot thrusting of the previous night's fuck-fest... He could feel the sow's contractions as she squeezed his cock with her cunt... Jeff curled around her. He slid his hand between them... With just his thumb and forefinger he gathered her swollen labial lips and held them snug around his shaft... The extra stimulation on the pig's clitoris brought twitches and squeals from the animal. "You like that." The human said in a soft voice. More as a statement that was true for both of them. "Oh fuck yes." came a deep whisper from the sow. Jeff removed his hand from between them, so he could thrust more deeply into Sally's pig pussy... Reaching his arm again forward, he gripped the front of her thigh... His thrusting became more urgent... The human was making his own animalistic sounds... With a soft cry Jeff thrust himself deep into the sow... OH.... Fuck... Yeaa... Whitish, thick, human cum jetted from his piss-slit... The warm fluid splashed deep to wash over the entrance of her cervix. The sow's muscles rippled and milked the human dry.

With his semi erect penis still in Sally's cunt, in what should have been a really-strange-but-wasn't moment, the two quietly talked. Made love some more... Talked some more... Fucked.... Talked.... It was finally the need to 'answer nature's call', that drove the two from the stall.

Approval from the 'front office' came on Wednesday. Jeff was the youngest human to become an Honorary Animal. By Friday he had moved all his meager possessions into Sally's apartment in the 'Restricted' wing of the barn.

"You up for a 'road trip'?" Jeff sat in Ollie North's office, trying not to cough on all the cigar smoke emanating from the huge male kangaroo. "Sure, where to?" "The middle of Oklahoma eventually." "Eventually?" "You'll have to swing by Fort Worth to pick up a passenger." "Ok... Where do I take him?" "Well the 'front office' is sending him to a 'Buck farm'..." The roo held up a paw. "I know, what's a buck farm?... Well young buck goats are given opportunities to check out different careers. One being, 'Dairy Goat Rancher'... And they have contracts with different dairies to train bucks, and they get labor in exchange." "Sort' a like the 'trade school' that taught me to drive." The roo's big ears flopped as he nodded. "Yep". "But why send me? Can't he take the bus?" "Normally yes, but you'll be bringing a passenger back with you." "Oh... Some VIP?" "No... Long story, short... You'll be going to the Brown Dairy... Somehow Fred Brown acquired a young human that needs someplace to go. So his wife Gerty, called the 'front office' and they said they'd send him down here to our dairy farm, since this guy is a good dairyman." "Gerty?" "Yea I think its short for Gertrude... Fred marred an Island Goat." Jeff had heard of humans marrying Island Animals, but it was still rare. Mostly they just lived together. "Oh, and a goat." "A goat?" "Yea, goat... you know, four legs, udder, nice toosh." "A natural goat?" "Yep... toss some wood shavings in the back of the van before you go."

The Chief of Security stood, as did Jeff, and hopped around his desk. Picked up a Manilla envelope and handed it to the young human. "Here's your trip pak... GPS points, suggested routes, addresses, phone numbers, motel and food cards, some cash... Shoot a feller could have a pretty good time in Vagas with all that." Jeff blinked at the grinning 'roo... "Did you just make a movie reference?" "Sure, I like old movies." It suddenly occurred to the human that this was the first time there had been a mention, by one of the Island Animals, of doing something other then, work, eat, sleep and fuck... Not necessarily in that order. "Well I need to head over to the pony ranch, got a new security guy coming in."

Joseph walked down the dusty Oklahoma road. The early morning sun blazed on the horizon in front of him. His cheap suitcase felt light, as there was only a few personal belongs hastily tossed onto the grip. He had just asked himself what he was going to do now... For the hundredth time, when he was suddenly shaken from his thought by a voice. "Where you headed?" Fred's farm truck was electric powered like every other vehicle on the roads today. And it still had the speaker mounted behind the grill that was suppose to make 'truck sounds', but the tiny chip that made those sounds had been fried long ago. The young Amish lad looked on the verge of tears, as he told the driver of the pick-up. "I... I don't know." That caught Fred Brown a little off guard. "Well what are you doing out here on the side of the road?" "Paw threw me out." "Threw you out? What for?" "I'd rather not say." "Well it sure looks like you don't have anything planned, why don't you stay at my farm... Just for a few days, until you can get something figured out." Joseph Miller recognized who Mr. Brown was, and knew he had the largest Milk Goat Dairy in the county. He had just came from the only other one. "As long as I can work for my keep." With a nod from Fred the young man tossed his suitcase in the back of the old truck. Fred knew Joseph was trying to save a tiny shred of dignity by placing the condition of work for room and board. He took a route that didn't go past the Miller dairy to his own. Last thing Fred wanted for Joseph's father to see his boy in his truck. The story would get out that he had helped the lad, but he wanted to be the one that framed the story as him being the good Samaritan, and not a corrupting influence that caused the boy to go bad in the first place. Fred knew very well that Miller didn't like him, his dairy, or his wife. The old pick-up rolled up the wide asphalt drive that led up to 'Brown Friendly Goat Dairy'. Joseph stared at the dashboard the whole way, as if not wanting to know where he was going. As the truck squeaked to a stop, Fred announced, "I'll have Gerty fix you some breakfast." "I don't want you to go any trouble." "Naw, no trouble, I'm pretty sure there was some left over bisects and gravy." Fred spoke as he got out of the truck. Joseph did and same and grabbed his suitcase out of the back. Stopping about half way to the house the dairy owner pointed to some low white buildings not too far from the massive dairy barn. "Those are the bunk houses, I'm sure we can find you a bed in one of 'em." Joseph started to wonder if Mr. Brown forgot what he was doing, the rancher seamed to stare out at the goats grazing in the pasture for quite some time. Fred seamed to read the young man's mind for he answered his question. Pointing to his herd of milk goats, the rancher remarked, "Sure can make you feel all calm inside just watching 'em out there eat'n grass." The dairyman was in his early 40's, well tanned from working outside putting up hay and being with the goats. The black clad Amish lad look around the dairy. Noted the clean well kept house and buildings. The flower beds and vegetable garden looked as well tended as any back home... Well home no longer. Joseph father had always talked about what a bad man Mr. Brown was. But the farm wasn't the source of his dad's disdain for the fellow goat herder. As they got closer to the house Mr. Brown's wife stepped onto the porch. Like many in his family's religion, anything new or different was feared and called the 'work of the devil'. While a good majority of the world had accepted the Island animals as people, the Miller clan, definitely did not. So looking at the brown goat, in the bright green dress, standing on the porch, all the vile, hate filled things his father ever said came flooding back. And Joseph knew in his heart that none of them were true. How could something that comes from such a wonderful animal, as a milk goat, could in anyway be bad? "Gerty, I picked up a stray." The rancher announced to his wife. "A stray?... Looks more like one of the Miller kids." The goat's exotic, lilting voice sent a shiver through Joseph. "Well his father kicked him off their farm, so he's a stray in my book." "What?" was all Gerty said before bounding off the porch and trotted up to the young man and gave him a hug. "Well you are welcome here, and you come inside right now. I've got some Bisects and Gravy left over. She led Joseph up the steps and into the house. "Go on back to the kitchen and I'll be in shortly." By this time Fred had gotten to the porch steps. His wife turned and bounded back down them to where her husband stood. "He tell you why he got kicked out?" "No, I figured it would come out sooner or later." "He must have caught him shagging one of the goats." "You think so?" "When I was close to him I got a strong smell of feral goat and sex... And I should know what that smells like..." "Now you know I just can't help myself when I get around all those pretty goats." Fred grinned at his wife. "I thought you were going to the farm store for supplies." The doe said to her husband, to remind him. "Oh yea..." The tall human bent down and gave his wife a kiss on the side of her muzzle. "You and that nose of your's..." He turned to head back to the pick-up. "Be back shortly."

GOAT FOR SALE

Fred nearly drove off the road staring at the sign. Then started laughing as he turned the truck around and headed back to the 'Miller Family All Natural Wholesome Goat Milk Dairy'. 'A bit of a mouthful.' he thought every time he drove past the place. Fred had noted the elder Mr. Miller at the end of the drive when he went past on the way to the store. Now on the way back he sees what he was doing, putting up that sign. 'So not only did he cast out his loathsome son, but now is getting rid of the foul animal as well.'

The dairyman was sure he was charged extra, being who he was... But he didn't care. The doe was in the back of his pick-up, and her breed papers were in his overall's pocket. 'Good thing the goat cage was still in the back of the truck from going and getting that new buck yesterday.' He thought to himself. The truck came to a quiet stop. Not at the, 'I got company with me, so put something on' spot. But one closer to the farm house. 'Gerty must still be stuffing Bisects in the boy.' Fred surmised as he got out and opened the gate to let the goat hop out. She was a 'damn good doe', he thought for the 12th time. 'Damn good udder attachment... Nice conformation... Yea I'd fuck her too'. He put an old collar and led rope he had in the cab of the truck, and with the slightest of tugs, the all white doe trotted along beside him as obedient as any dog. 'Speaking of which...' Fred saw the huge Mastiff in her, 'They don't want me to frighten the company' pen. Maggie looked back with her, 'I have such a sad life', look. "You'll be out in a little bit." The Fred called to the tan colored bitch. The human led the goat up the steps, through the opened screen door, and into the house. The doe stopped for a moment at entering such a strange structure, but she got a whiff that her human was inside. Fred unclipped the led and let the goat trot down the hall to the kitchen. "Penny!" came a cry of joy as the doe stepped into the room. The dairyman got there in time to see the young man on his knees with his arms around the white animal. With tears streaming down his face Joseph look up. "Why?.. How?.." "You father put up a sign, 'goat for sale'... So I figured she was your 'significant other' as they say." Fred gave a wink to his wife. The color drained from the young man's face... "I don't... I mean I didn't..." Gerty quickly spoke up, "Don't you worry none about that here... The bucks have to practically fight Fred to get a chance to breed the doe's." Joseph just sort of stared at Gerty. "I think you fried his brain." "He'll be ok, just needs time to realize that he's among friends." If it hadn't been for Penny to start nibbling on the table cloth, who knows how long the young man would have stayed frozen like that. Fred handed him the led, "Here, you can put her in the empty kennel out back." The couple watched from the kitchen window, as the black clad youth opened the kennel door and went inside with the goat. Each one had a large dog house and a raised platform so the dog could lay up off the concrete. Closing the gate, he took the led from her collar and sat down on the platform. The goat must have thought it was some sort of milking platform, for she hopped up onto it and stood as if waiting. He turned and reached up and scratched her just above her tail, which she wagged at high speed. Her pink goat nether flesh, flashed in the late morning sunlight. "That it boy." Fred said quietly. "Pussy... The cause of many a good man's downfall." "You don't look too 'downfallen' to me." Gerty noted. "I'll have you know I was kicked out of the FFA when I was just his age." "Didn't you explain to them that sheep lie?" The two giggled at the ancient punch line... That led to tickles... groping... and finally with the brown doe bent over the kitchen table, her husband plowing her cunt with his hard six inch cock.

Fred sat on a kitchen chair, breathing heavily, next to the other end of his wife. Watching the pleasured look on her face, he told her. "That'll learn you to make fun of my tragic childhood."

Which caused a new round of giggles... Lifting her head the goat told her husband. "Don't ever change Fred." and the two kissed.

"Howdy Joyce, this is Fred Brown... Could you check and see when the doc could come out here to my dairy?..... No, no emergency, I got a new goat and I need her checked out.... I got her from old man Miller.... Yea I was surprised too.... No, I'm sure she's fine. But you know me, every new goat on my place gets a good, thorough, going over..... Well get that spotted goat rump of your's out here and I'll show you "how thorough".... Around two? That will be great... Bye"

The front screen door banged and heavy foot falls approached the dairyman and his wife, sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee from a fresh pot of half-caf. A wide black Stetson dipped to fit under the door. The gun belt that went around the massive man, clad in a dark green uniform, barely fit through. "Why do you have one of Miller's kids locked in a dog kennel with a goat?" "The gate's not locked... So pour yourself a cup of coffee and we'll tell you." Fred's cousin took a cup from the cupboard, got some coffee and a cookie from the jar on the counter next to the coffee maker, and joined the two at the table. Jim listened as Fred related the story of seeing Joseph walking on the side of the road with a little suitcase, and not much else... Gerty figuring out why Miller kicked his son off his place... And buying the probable partner of said indiscretion. Who was now eating hay and grain supplied by Fred. "I take it Miller don't know his boy is staying here?" "I doubt it, or else he never would have sold me that goat." Fred fished the papers out of his overalls and showed the Sheriffs deputy the signed and electronically notarized bill of sale. "Good you got'em notarized, I'm sure that old... 'Gentleman', will probably raise a stink once he finds out where his boy is. He's none too fond of you and Gerty as it is." The sound of a truck door slamming shut and footsteps going around the house. "This the Goat?" came a shout. Fred got up and went to the window, "Yea the one with the udders, you can check the other one too if you want." The kitchen group went out to the back yard. Jim clutching his coffee cup. Joseph look confused at the sudden crowd that formed in front of the kennel. "Joyce said you bought a goat from Miller... His son part of the deal too?" "Well... in a way, yes." The eyebrow shot up as the vet looked at the dairyman... "It's a long story... Joseph come on out and go talk with Jim here, I'm sure he has a few questions." The young Amish man and the Sheriffs deputy went over to the picnic table, Jim set his coffee down. Tossing the last of the cookie in his mouth he motioned for Joseph to sit and he fished out is official electronic pad from a big leg pocket and started going through the menu. The vet asked Fred the goats name, as he took a couple reference photos. Took a photo of the bill-of-sale, and punched all the data into his own special vet pad. After looking the goat all over from nose to tail, and drawing some blood for testing, the vet turned to Fred. "She looks fine to me. Why did he sell her?" Fred looked over to where Jim was holding his pad up so the built-in camera could record Joseph reading the 'Emancipation of minors' forum off the screen. "I'm pretty sure his father caught him and the goat..." "And he kicked him out for that? How did he end up here?" "Found him walking along the road." "And the goat?" "Miller put a sign out on the road." The gate to the kennel was closed. Bill and the dairyman walked around to the vet's truck. Opening the side compartment, the vet loaded the blood sample into the 'Vet-O-Matic', as Bill called it. "I saw Jim with a cup of coffee, any left?" The two men stood in the kitchen looking out the picnic table. Jim went back to his patrol duties, and Gerty was sitting with the young man. "I know what you are going to do with the goat..." Bill said as he took a slurp of coffee. "Now don't you start." The vet nearly spewed coffee over the countertop. "I mean she's a milk goat and you run a dairy." Bill was finally able to choke out. Then in a lower voice, "What are you going to do with the kid? He can't stay around here. Not with his dad 5 miles away." In an equally low tone, Fred said, "I got contacts in the Dairy Goat Assoc. Miller never joined, so I'm sure I can find an anonymous farm. And Gerty has a bunch of connections through the Island Animal office. They'd welcome him with open arms, I'm sure. But there's no real rush, he's got a few days he can weight his options. Unless old man Miller starts making trouble." The vet nodded and finished his coffee, "Sounds like the boy lucked out. I'm sure you and Gerty will take good care of him." A beep from his vet pad, Bill checked the screen. "Looks like your new goat is good to go. Blood test says she's clean."

Jeff was sure it was some sort of 'karma pay back' as the black speckled buck asked endless questions about being a human. This had been the first time the young goat had spent much time, in a 'one on one' with a human, that it was ok to talk to, about human things.

......."Well women don't have the same desire for sex as an Island Goat... Sure they have some, but noting like the, 'do it anytime, anywhere' drive of the doe's." "So how do you know they want to do it, if it's not all the time?" "Oh, they'll let you know. Usually after you've spent enough money on 'em." "So it's like prostitution?" "Well in a way, yes... but they still have to want to... it's not an automatic, 'pay money, get sex'... At least with my two girlfriends, it was more about control... How much can they get you to do and buy for them, for some pussy." "Gee, that sounds really complicated, no wonder the goat sex farms do so well with humans." "And of course when what meager cash you have is all gone, so are they".........

..... "I'm a delivery truck driver... The company I used to work for delivered stuff to the Country Club... One time I got to go there with a delivery and they noticed that I treated the animals there with a lot of respect. Not like the other drivers that treated 'em like shit, so they hired me to drive for them".......

....... "I don't know, I guess I'm attracted to pigs"......

....... "I eat mostly fish, chicken, and lots of salad, which I hear is a better diet for humans then red meat any ways"......

......."No, most humans can not give themselves blow jobs... If they could, we'd still be living in caves"......

The van driver was relived to finally see the 'Brown Friendly Goat Dairy' through the windshield. "I'll never ask a goat another question as long as I live", Jeff muttered to himself as he got out and stretched tired back muscles. He nearly jumped back into the van when a massive tan, pony-sized, dog came bounding around from the back of the house. "That's Mr. Brown's dog". Tim stated as he leapt from the vehicle. "They told me about her before I left Fort Worth.... They say she's a big friendly dog." "That information would have been helpful before my heart stopped." Again Jeff's statement was to himself. "Gerty! Make yourself indecent, we've got company." "Fred I'm going to shove this hoof up your butt, if you don't stop shouting that." The front screen door on the house swung open and out stepped two people wildly in love with each other. Jeff had no idea how he knew that, but he just did. "You must be Jeff and Tim... or Tim and Jeff... Ahhh which is who?" Gerty pranced past her muttering husband and gave both of the new arrivals a hug. Maggie the Mastiff was giving them both a through 'nose hosing'. And Fred was pumping Jeff's hand and Tim's hoof.

Jeff was in no hurry to get back. Construction had stopped at the Country Club. They were going to have the media in to see the mostly finish place. So the workers were putting up safety lanes through the massive Chalet, and making the golf course playable. Sally had told her human lover, it would be better if he was away for a few days, because she would most likely be at 'wits end', before this was over. And she didn't want take it out on him. So Jeff set about helping Tim unload his stuff into one of the bunkhouses. And getting things organized. Leaned about working at a goat dairy... Well at least not letting the neighbors see what you really did at a goat dairy. He was amazed how much milk came out of such a small animal... He was used to thinking of huge cows that made milk. The milking parlor was massive. And shinny.... Everything was either tile or Stainless Steel. The 'goat way' divided the goats into two columns going down either side of the open pit in the middle of the milking area. Ten goats per side was let in and the udders cleaned and milkers attached. Each of the twenty stations had a feed trough and an RFID reader and the proper amount of feed was delivered to each goat. Also the record of that doe's production was also logged. It didn't take long for the six bucks and two humans to finish. 'Joe', as he was now called, was given the task of 'hand milking' any doe that was either injured or sick, and although their milk wasn't put in with the other milk, the doe's still needed milking. Human hands just seamed to be better at squeezing teats. After everything was cleaned and put away, the bucks went out to find their special 'doe for the day'.... Along with Fred. The bucks knew which ones were in heat... And of course they made sure the 'boss' had a willing doe also. Joseph usually waited until everyone else had gone to their private spot in the massive barn, before he did anything with Penny. He's going to have to get over that shyness if he's going to work for Island Goats. They know he has not problem shagging goats. So he's going to get asked, a lot. Jeff and Fred stood in the dairyman's office watching a replay of Joe and Penny from one of the security cameras. "Can Gerty draw him out?" "You mean like she did you, the first night you was here?" Jeff had quickly learned that the goat rancher had a very jovial attitude, and fully expected everyone around him to be the same. "Well you know... New stud in the barn." Fred gave a short laugh, "Hah... You just needed to be warm for her to jump you." A voice from the kitchen exclaimed, "There's plenty of bucks in the barn, I can get along just fine with out you two humans." "Yea?... Who's going to rub that spot just behind your horns that makes you get all wet." "That right... just tell complete strangers all about my erogenous zones." "He's not a complete stranger, just a little odd for pumping pigs." "HEY!" "Fred that mouth of your's is going to say something it shouldn't one of these days." "Sorry about the pig crack." Jeff shook his head... "It's ok, I'm just not used to talking to another human about it... Hell, I'm still a little uncomfortable talking to the Island Animals about it." "I guess I'm a little spoiled... My cousin is a Sheriff's Deputy, he knows, my vet has an Island Goat working for him, and I know he's shagging her daily, so he's cool with me and the goats." Gerty came into the office. "Well we normally have a 'welcome orgy' when a new buck arrives... Maybe we can 'draw' Joe out then?"

Plans were made.

The next morning Jeff offered the other two humans some Orange Juice he had brought up from Texas. He had cleared it with Gerty and made arrangements with Fred to get copies of orgy to take back to Bill. The dosage of the drug was very low. They didn't want to freak out Joseph. Figuring his age and that his hormones were probably going full tilt, it wouldn't take much to bring him out of his shell. The plan was to keep Joe from Penny the whole day until it was orgy time. Since there was some legal stuff to do. Fred and Joe headed to town right after the milking was done. First stop was the Sheriff's office to get the "Emancipated ID" Joseph really only needed it for a few months he'd soon be turning eighteen. But since Jeff would be taking him out of the county and across state lines, it was best to have all eyes doted and tees crossed. Next the courthouse to get copies of birth certificate and immunization records. He had graduated that previous June, so there wasn't any thing to do there. A quick lunch... Then it was off to get some clothes and some personal things. Joseph had showed up with a change of black clothes, a worn out tooth brush and a near empty tube of tooth paste.. Hand-me-down boots, with a hole... a straw hat.... and a comb. It took some fast talking, but Fred got the lad to pick out some t-shirts in a color other then black.... Dark blue, and an even darker green. A couple pairs of blue jeans and some cargo shorts. "Gets hot in Texas." The Country Club had a supplier for uniforms and footwear, so some good 'tenies' and some white socks rounded out the shopping. One last stop... To see a teacher and FFA leader. Joseph had secretly joined to learn, 'Modern ways' of farming. When the man heard about the young Amish lad being ostracized from his family, and that Mr. Brown had found a new place for him to go, the teacher ended up shaking both the young man's hand as well as Fred's for helping the lad out. They got back to the dairy just in time to help with the evening milking.

When Joseph asked where Penny was, a buck told him that she and everyone else was at a gathering in the, "Goat Stall". The young lad had seen the stall in a corner of the main barn. He thought it a bit odd that a stall should have a name. "A gathering", he thought with dismay. All he wanted was his white goat doe...

There's really no way to 'ease' into an orgy with goats. When Joe entered the stall there was ten naked buck goats. Four natural and six Island, all clearly aroused, from all the pink showing. Five natural doe's, all in standing heat. Fred and Jeff in the process of taking off their clothes. Shoving him farther into the stall was a naked Mrs. Brown and a naked mastiff. Someone had taken off her collar. And Penny bounded in to be next to Joe. Gerty slid the stall door closed behind her. The stall was sound proof and peep proof. No one outside the stall would know what was going on inside. Several 'layers' of security monitoring, would let them know if someone had gotten past the locked gate and was coming up the drive. Someone crossing a pasture fence. Even a modified radar based 'back up warning system' from a car was watching the skies for, low flying ultra-light airplanes, errant hot air balloons, or off course parachutists. Maggie the Mastiff made a bee line to Jeff. Her wet black nose was quickly sniffing loudly as it rummaged through Jeff's junk. A massive wide tongue lathered his scrotum, lapping up the salty sweat. "I think you've found your first partner." Fred noted to Jeff. "You ever shag a bitch before?" The driver could only groan and shake his head no, as his erection bounced off the bridge of her nose in time to her lapping. "Maggie... Get on your platform so he can fuck you." Whether she had been trained, or just knew what to do on her own, the huge bitch stopped and stepped onto one of the low platforms that was scattered about the stall. Once free from her oral assault, Jeff was able to catch his breath. "Geeze what a tongue... I see you have the same height problem as I do." "Yea... a couple of the bucks that came through here had carpenter skills... They had 'em built in the time it would have taken me measure out one two by six." Jeff was about to tell Fred about the goats back at the Country Club, but an impatient 'WOOF' cut the conversation short. The dairyman quickly nab the bottle of lube from one of many holders dotted around the stall. "Here, lube up real good", forming a cone with his hand he used it to demonstrate what he said next. "Dogs are a bit different when it comes to fucking... If you've ever seen a male mount a bitch, there's an upward motion... That because bitch vulva's slopes downward. I guess to help keep shit out of 'em... Any ways, you'll need to put just the head of your dick into her, and lift up while pushing in." Fred used exaggerated arm motions to demonstrate. "Rub some of that lube on her twat and slip a finger inside... I'm sure you'll feel what I'm talking about." Jeff did as instructed. A quick jerk from her hips... "Ahh you found her clit, it's in a little hood at the bottom. Slide your finger over that." The young Texan's finger quickly disappeared into the black fleshy mound. "Yea I see what you mean..." but he was talking to thin air, once the dairyman saw Jeff had the idea, he was leading a 'in heat' doe, up and onto another platform. Gerty was behind Joseph, she was rubbing her muzzle along his cheek. One arm was hugging him close to her, while her hand unbuttoned his black shirt. Her other hand was massaging the front of his pants, with an occasional flick of the button on his fly. Jeff was sure this wasn't the first time the brown doe had done this. All that was taken in with just quick glance over his shoulder. There was a bitch that was in need of a good fucking standing in front of his erection... Grabbing his shaft he stepped foreword... She was warm on his glans. The mound lifted easily and the lube slicked the way for his cock to slide into her. Past her first ring of muscles and then there was another... Once past; the female Mastiff began to snug the rings around the human cock. "Oh god." was all the young human could croak out... He hilted her fully... Then back out an inch... Back in... More dick squeezing... Maggie had planted herself firmly on the platform. Front paws braced, as she knew humans couldn't help but start fucking harder and harder. Even though this human was bigger then her own... He was still no where near as big as a male of her breed. But they can't keep fucking like humans can. Once they tie, the fun is all over. It didn't take long before Jeff was gripping her hips and slamming himself into the tan bitch. He now knew why there was so many videos of guys fucking bitches, they were a damn good fuck. Not as good as Sally or Sophie, but pretty damn good. Wanting to delay as long as he could, he slowed down, caught his breath, and glanced around.

Fred knew he was only 'average' when it came to dick size. But that still made him twice as big around as any buck. Just not as long. But from the way this natural doe, he's currently fucking is acting, lips twitching and pushing back, he figured he was big enough to make goats happy.

Joseph was not only naked of body, but layers of confused mind had also been stripped away over the past four days. He had talked to the dairyman about some of his confusions... One thing Fred said to him kept coming back. "You can have your own 'truths', but you can't have your own 'facts'. When he asked what he meant, he explained, "You can believe something is true... But facts require no such 'belief', facts are just that, facts." When he stood before the family and was being disowned, all he could see was his oldest brother, the one that will someday inherit the dairy, sitting back with a grin on his face. How he wanted to shout out that he had seen that brother 'defiling' the carriage mare in the stable just last week. That's what father said he had done to Penny. And he knew that the family would believe the truth was that, he was 'bearing false witness'.... Now the fact was that Penny was waiting for him. Her tail wagged in frantic bursts of energy... And there was no facts that would seam to prevent him from fucking her.

The sounds of Joe shagging his doe seamed to kick this orgy up a notch. Jeff had just dumped a massive load of warm sticky human semen into the mastiff... She had spun around and was now lather his crotch with her tongue... The young Texan twitch a bit. "Go easy on the head." Maggie stopped; spun in place as if chasing her tail. Then she leaped off the platform and onto the soft straw next to it. She seamed to look up at Jeff to make sure the human was watching, and then she put her head down between her front legs and did a foreword roll onto her back. Hind legs splayed wide, her fore legs flopped into the classic 'doggie begging' position. Tail wagging proudly. The 'hole' in the middle of her black mound still gapped a bit. Whitish fluid was trying to flow out of it. Since the animal had licked most of the residual lube off his cock, the young human applied a fresh coat, only not as thick as the first time. "Can't let such exuberance go un-rewarded." Jeff told the bitch as he kneeled behind her, making sure he didn't kneel on that tail. He sat on his heels trying to work out how to make everything align, when Gerty's voice came from across the room. "Push her hind legs forward, it will make it easier to get in her." Another look around the stall.

Fred had finished with the first doe, and was now lying flat on is back. His wife sat astride him, he gave her a thumbs up letting her know that he would use her advice, with a feral goat just in front of her. It's fore hoofs were either side of the dairyman's waist, and her hind legs, either side of his head. Though the doe had been milked just a few hours ago, her soft hairy udder still hung low. Fred had his hands on both sides of the milk bag and was rubbing his face with the soft flesh. When he heard the sounds of hoofs scuffing in the straw behind the doe, that stood over him, he'd move the bag out of the way so he could watch the doe being fucked by one of the bucks... Island or feral, it didn't matter, he just loved seeing that slender pinkish red goat cock, prod and then find the opening.... Then to slam home. Fred would give a muffled groan, for a teat was usually in his mouth, whenever his wife would give his cock as squeeze when she had her own orgasm.

Gerty looked down at the human she married. When she first saw him, he was flat on his back then too. Only he was at the bottom of a small ravine. He was visiting some friends and was hiking on their back 'one hundred forty', when he tripped and fell. "Should have been watching where I was going, and not the fucking deer." he said to himself. After several attempts, he had to conclude that he had sprained it pretty badly and he was not going to walk out of here, anytime soon. Cell phone had no signal... Of course not, 'I'm at the bottom of a ravine.' The young goat doe had been gathering some wild plants to take back to the family farm to add some spice to the evening meal. It was just gathering dusk, when in the distance she saw a light flashing... It was an S.O.S.! It was flashing from someplace below that line of trees. When Fred first saw a goat looking down at him from the rim of the ravine, he thought it was a normal goat from a near by farm. "Sprain or broken?" "A bad sprain..... Does is make a difference?" "Yea, sprain I'll go get paw and the bucks to haul you out. Broken I'd call the Fire/Rescue guys to do it.... Don't go away." "Funny!" At first Fred was just going to call his friends to come get him. But an old goat... I mean really old goat. Long white beard, massive set of horns, gimpy leg and all. Asked him to stay. The family would love to hear about him and the place he was from. They learned a lot from each other. The assembled clan sat as he told his life story about growing up on a dairy farm. "We milk 200 head of LaMancha dairy goats...." He suddenly wondered if such things were acceptable to the Island goats? 'Tom' as the old goat insisted he be called, spoke up at the pause. "Don't worry none young human, we know what we are and that we're proud that humans find goats so useful." 'Damn, was this old goat wise or what?' Fred thought to himself before continuing with his life's story. He did his best to remember places he'd been and what was unique about each one and it's peoples. When his watched beeped midnight, he suddenly stopped, looked at the time and started to apologize profusely for taking up so much of their time. Tom stopped him and said that he was being very nice to share such knowledge to all his family, and that he insisted that Fred spend the night. So the young human spent the night with the farmer's daughter... Good thing for the sprained ankle, it was a good excuse, to tell his friends when they came got him the next day, as to why he was so exhausted. Fred learned that Gerty usually got what she went after. Not that he minded. They were married ten months later on her family's 'founders day'. When the first Garbranth set hoof on this farm.

Jeff had to work at it, but was finally able to get back inside the happy bitch. Putting her hind legs against his ribs, he leaned foreword, all the while he sank deeper into her warm, wet dog twat. He was just wondering how much weight he could rest on her, when those folded front paws were suddenly over each shoulder and was pulling him to her. 'Who's fucking whom?' they young Texan wondered briefly as he started thrusting into the very willing bitch. Again she used her muscles to bring whispered expletives from her human lover, while groaning out her own joy. Jeff drove hard and fast into her, like he seen male dogs do while mating.... Then slow and easy.... All the while those massive front paws stayed on his shoulders, making sure he wouldn't leave, until she was done with him. He slide his hands up to rub each thick ear flap. His thumbs working the insides... This brought such a groan of pure pleasure from the animal.... And a powerful clinching of cunt muscles, that brought a equally pleasurable moan from the human. Slowly he built up speed... Though she used her muscles, Jeff's cock had worn a smooth path into the deep vagina. The mixture of his own cum, lube and her natural bodily fluid, allowed for faster fucking. The human's hips were a blur as he drove for completion. The Texan cried out at his release as volley after volley of his cum blasted deep into massive bitch.

"Ok boys, make a line." Jeff had just recovered enough to look around to see what Gerty was talking about. The Island doe had opened a little compartment built into the side of the stall and had swung out a padded beam of sorts. It looked to be a three foot long, four by six on edge, with thick padding around it. There were two hand holds towards the attached end. What is was for became extremely appertain when Gerty laid the front half of her body down on it. It was just the right height so she was the same height at a feral goat. She flicked her tail up and was ready to take on all comers.... Make that 'cum-ers'.

Maggie finally released Jeff after he had thoroughly fucked her for the third time. The human didn't even try to stand, he just crawled to one of the stands and sat on the low platform. Looking around the stall, the company driver noted that Joe was still fucking one of the other doe's in heat. Penny was over in the little group of goats that was munching on some hay. Tim, the new buck, was drilling the boss's wife... The other bucks were pretty much fucked out, at least for a hour or two... Even the feral bucks were laying down in one corner... Fred was looking back at him, he too was done in and sitting on another platform, once he saw he had my eye, he nodded to Joe and gave a thumbs up. I glance back to the young Amish lad, just in time to hear him 'use the lord's name in vain', as he shot his load into the animal. Looking back at Fred I just grinned and nodded.

Jeff slept in, the milking was all done and breakfast was being served when he finally stumbled into the kitchen. Everyone knew this was travel day, so they had let him sleep, to recover fully from last night's orgy. Sitting down he gratefully accepted a cup of coffee. Once the juice of the bean had worked it's magic, the young Texan said in wonder. "Geeze, you look fine... How can you fuck all night and get up early and milk the goats, and still look this good." Fred nodded and said, "Well Joe here is young, I can only do it a couple times week, and Gerty is one of them wilily goats, so no telling what she can do." The dairyman look at his wife and gave her a wink. "Like getting up in the middle of the night and fucking the poor driver one last time before he has to go." "I wanted him to have something to remember us by." "Like the other twelve times you jumped him wasn't enough?" Gerty got up and made the rounds with the coffee pot. When she got to Jeff's she leaned in, licked his ear and said just loud enough for Fred to hear, "You can bring that big dick back anytime." "Impudent female!" Fred said in mock anger. "Next you'll be telling me that you was giving Joe something to remember us by, half way through the morning milking." Everyone looks at the young man just in time to see him turn an amazing shad of red. "You knew all along? She told me not to tell." Fred leaned closer to Joe, "Didn't I just say 'dem goats was wilily critters." "Fred you are going to give him the wrong idea about us Island goats.... I happen to know he's going to be working with a very nice goat at the Country Club... My sister Molly." Jeff nearly did a 'spit take' at that. "Molly is your sister?" It was the young driver's turn to turn a few shade of red. "So how much has she told you about me?" "Just that the PR day was over and both Sally and Soffie were missing you." "Who's Sally and Soffie?" Joe asked. "An Island sow and sow." Fred perked up at Jeff's statement. "A sow? You mean a real, roll in the mud, barnyard sow?" "Molly keeps all the normal pigs very clean. Can't have any pig smells to drive people away." "You were into pigs before you worked there?" All pretext of poking fun was dropped, as the human was truly interested how one gets into pigs. "No... But in few weeks, I was wondering where she had been all my life." "So your first animal shag, was a normal sow?" Fred had heard of some pig farmers that had an Island sows, but for a 'civilian' to just start shagging hogs was unique. Jeff nodded. "I had been spending my lunch times with her. She likes the way I smell... Molly says it's because human sweat smell like a boar hog.... Well at least my sweat does.... Any ways, I was sitting on a pile of hay, just scratching her like always, and she turns around, and I see her vulva was bigger then previously. I didn't know Molly was watching the whole time... But everyday Soffie would turn around and I would rub her swollen pink mound.... Until one day she was so in heat she let me slip my finger into her... She really liked that... That night I went back and she let me fuck her. The next night there was an orgy and Sally wanted me to fuck her too."

The two young humans headed back to Texas, with Penny safely in the back of the van. Of course as with Tim, Joseph asked endless questions about the Country Club, the pigs, and he was really interested in the Kangaroos. "You'll be meeting one as soon as we get there, Mr. North, the head of security, will have your ID card and security swipes."

Karl must have been made on a Friday...

Ok, they don't 'make' people...

But they sort of do...

Even before the 'Island' was found, geneticists figured out, that while the big stuff, centaurs, Minotaur, satyrs and the like, could be done, it was only in the really big labs with lots of funding. But of course those lab won't do this type of gene splicing, do to ethical reasons. ie: the church told 'em no. So, like the Island scientists, the geneticists in smaller countries came up with, 'Work Around's, meaning you work with what you got. And stay within the guide lines. What started the 'gene race', some third world dictator was having a parade for some of his friends. Lined up as a honor guard in front of the reviewing stand was 20 or so identical, or close to being identical, massively big soldiers. The 'cheap' gene splice was to just 'turn on' the gene that causes the classic, 'growth spurt' one sees in teenagers, to give 'em a second jolt of massing out. No steroids could have done what this simple switching on a gene could do. Oh there was a lot of other 'tweaks' they did. One was to make sure these guys weren't too smart. Wouldn't do to have guys this big, sitting around wondering if their orders were fair and just. But no mixing of human and animal genes. Officially that is.

With the island animals, it was pretty obvious that to make 'em talk and have hand like paws/hoofs, there had to be some human genes brought into the recipe. But the, 'Beefeaters', as they came to be called, if they had any animal genes, it was a closely guarded secrete. Before very long, these plus sized palace guards started showing up in other countries. Do have to give these tinpot dictators credit, they never made more then a couple dozen at one time.

Well.... That wasn't completely true. The replacements had to be in the pipeline, as it were. It took years for these guys to grow up. No weird accelerated aging or some such. This next batch had some improvements, they learned from the first group. The scientists were pushing the sliders up to '11'. This next group was going to be taller, faster, and stronger...

Most of 'em...

There's always one that doesn't quite meet expectations.

Meet Karl... To a normal man, Karl looked like the Incredible Hulk! Muscles bulging, no neck, over two meters tall, only difference between Karl and the Hulk was Karl was black, not green. And his personality was closer to David Banner, then the Hulk. He could walk into any gym and best, just about any 'house record'. Back at the Academy, it was a different story. Slowest times for runs... Kilos lifted didn't improve fast enough... Eye/hand coordination just above average... And worst of all, he got straight 'A's in all his classes. They were really starting to wonder if they were going to have their first, 'training accident'.

Then; one of those freak accidents did happen. Only it was to Karl's records... They all disappeared. One hell of a computer glitch. Of course what really happened on that Friday, was someone with money, or power, or just cared about the boy, arranged for that little glitch. Karl was wondering why his 'key card' wouldn't let him in to his room, when his history teacher just happened to be in the hall outside his door. "Let me", he said as he pulled out his teacher card that would open any student's door. Then he mostly shoved the 16 year old boy into his own room. Karl had great respect for the man and was stunned at his actions. "You know your academic grads are good, and your physical training is lagging behind the other students". The teacher was looking around the room, he waited until the young man nodded. "You are everything they don't want in a palace guard". Karl hung his head, he knew he wasn't as good as the other boys. "But don't despair... Out in the rest of the world, you have a great deal to offer. You have the abilities that other people only dream about." Karl lifted his head, and spoke for the first time since they've barged into the room. "But what can I do? I hear rumors that I'm to be 'deleted' from training". Karl had a genuine fearful look in his eyes. His teacher spoke in hushed tones. "Well in a way, you already have been deleted, that's why your keycard wouldn't work. You are no longer in the Academy's system." Pulling the boy closer he whispered in his ear. "I have a friend, he'll take you someplace safe... Take care of you... Help you... But we must leave Now. Pack your belongings in your back pack and we'll go". Karl looked out of the window. He could see the obstacle course, scene of several "failures". Over to the right, the weight room where his scores were a ten percent below the other students... He turned and looked at his teacher. A man he trusted. A man he admired. And now he was sure, a man that was throwing him a life line. The young student opened his closet and pulled out his pack. He just had his exercise clothes. Sweat pants, t-shirts, under wear, socks, three pair of trainers and two pair of boots. Everything else was school property. The dress uniform that hung in the closet, that he was to graduate in... Was left hanging. The only thing he 'stole' from the Academy was his helmet, it had taken him forever to finally find one that fit his head. (It was actually bigger then the other boys.) At the main gate, the teacher told the guard that the boy was being punished for forgetting his home work. And a good long run should help him remember. Turning right, Karl followed the teacher's sputtering Vespa... And left the only life he had ever known.

Later when someone asked, "Whatever happened to Karl"? And the answer given... "There was an accident". Everyone just assumed they meant that someone had taken it upon themselves to cause a 'Training Accident'... So no one thought to ask, "What kind of accident"?

"And that is how, eight years ago, this below average Super Man, came to work for KISS". The massive black man leaned back in his chair and blew out a blue cloud of very good cigar smoke. "So Mr. North... Why am I here"?

Kangaroo Industrial Security Service is a sister company of Kangaroo Site Security. All of which comes under the umbrella company, Island Security International

The head of security for the Country Club, his massive feet resting on the desk, didn't move, other then to blast out an equally massive cloud of smoke... "Well I asked for a human, I guess someone figured you was close enough". Karl knew he was being tested. Ollie couldn't afford to have some crazed human taking offence and punching out the locals. "Well at least I'm not as soft as you SS guys". The head of security glared at the black human... Then started laughing. "Yea it is a pretty cushy around here... And the doe's are pretty damn hot too". Karl just snorted and shook his head. "What? You don't like the goats? I know you was with Sanders mob for quite a while, that gang will nail just about anything". "No, I like the goats, they've been very good to me... All the island animals have... But there's, other problems. The big male 'roo figured he wouldn't press for info. Everyone is initialed to some secretes.

Well you are here because this is a satellite facility for the Country Club. The Horse Farm will supply the barn at the Country Club with happy friendly horses, ponies and mini-donkeys, for the rich people to 'pet'. This place will also be where sick animals will come back to. We have contracts with local venders for hay, feed, and vet services. And we also get some of the locals wondering by. The office felt that a human would get along better with our venders and tourist. "Man I really must'a pissed someone off really bad to get sent to this po-dunk post". Ollie cocked his head to one side, causing both ears to flop in the same direction. After looking at the human for a few moments he said. "Well there's nothing in your employee jacket about any fuck ups... " The 'roo sat back up straight. "You've been around this bunch long enough to know that they don't do the typical bureaucratic office politics bull shit. They know lots of stuff, they seam to know who needs something before they know it themselves". The kangaroo put his big feet back in the floor and leaned toward Karl. "Look, when they sent me here, I thought that was a huge mistake. I had been in the paramilitary division, the site was an oil refinery. We got over ran by a bunch of rebels. Wasn't pretty... After that I went to Australia... Ran with the native 'roos... Went 'native' myself... But I couldn't breed with 'em. I watched other Boomer's joeys hopping around... And it finally came to me if I wanted the same thing, I'd have to go back to the world to find an Island Flyer for my own. But I was the guy that lost the battle. I figured I'd be guarding broom closets the rest of my life. But they sent me here. I have over three hundred folks under me. I'm in charge of schedules, planning security not only for the Club it's self, but 6 other facilities. I didn't have a clue how to do all that stuff. But they sent me here... And I did it. Hell of a confidence builder". Karl just shrugged his shoulders. "Yea, they are a pretty good bunch to work for". Ollie North got up and carefully maneuvered his hind paws around the desk. Once clear he gestured to it. "Well it's all yours. I'll have Rolph swing by tomorrow and show you what we've got going here already as far as security goes. And Nora, a goat from receiving, will want to go over the forums, and the proper way to fill 'em out". The old farm house had been built on a concrete slab, so when the big red kangaroo hopped across the floor, nothing shook. Karl followed his new boss outside into the late afternoon heat. Waving at the top of the house with his paw. "Well the upstairs is pretty much all yours... Office staff will be here tomorrow, they can fill you in about the rest of place". Turning to the barns. "Go pet a pony. I hear humans like petting things". Ollie then aligned himself with the drive and with five bounds, he had crossed the yard, cleared a fence, past the barns and in a cloud of blue cigar smoke, was heading down the drive.

Karl always check under the bed before laying down in it. Not for any mythical creatures, but to make sure the frame would hold his bulk. Often times he'd have to slide the mattress onto the floor. Upon seeing the heavy duty king size frame, he noted to himself that 'ol Ollie must'a known he was coming before he did. Before drifting off to sleep, the massive human thought about what Ollie had said about the Island Animals seaming to know what you needed, even before you did.

5:00 am Karl sat up, swung his well muscled legs over the side. Standing, he dressed and headed down stairs. Through the front room, that served as the security office. A 'roo writing up his night shift report, did an actual 'double take', when he saw Karl. The human had his company ID on a lanyard around his neck. This he showed to the astonished guard. "Captain North said we had a new Lieutenant coming..." The Sergeant's voice sort'a tailed off at the end. The Australian Marsupial still had a stunned look on his muzzle when Karl told him he was going for a run and would be back in about an hour.

The first guard kangaroo he encountered outside gave him a snap salute. Karl promptly stopped and asked the 'roo if he always saluted strange humans running around the farm? The guard explained that the Sergeant had radioed the patrols telling them to be on the look out for our new post commander.

"Oh? How did he describe me?"

"Seven foot tall, black, 300 pounds and looking like someone you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley."

Karl nodded to himself. "Yea, that's me... Clear and concise."

Hopping one of the pasture fences, Karl continued his run. Keeping a constant four feet from the fence line, the human fell into an easy pace that would eat up lots of ground, if he was going someplace. As it was, he was just going in a big square. Once around he figured it was 2 'clicks'. First time around the ponies stood in a group munching their morning grain. Second time around, there was some noise coming from a couple of 'em, but their trainer was there. Third time around, he stopped at the herd when he saw the stallion trying to mount a mare. Not that he was any sort of expert on equine, but even he could figure out that the one with five legs was the male, and the one that didn't was the female. "Breeding some more ponies?" Karl asked the buck goat. "Nope" came the response. Pointing to the brown and white paint stallion. "He's 'Proud Cut'" "He's what?" "Proud Cut... Given a vasectomy." This confused Karl even more. "So why didn't they just geld him?" "Well..." The dusty brown buck goat paused as if trying to figure out how much he should say. "Humans", a glance at the huge black man, "SOME humans like to watch animals mating... So we have a stallion that can mate without making all the mares pregnant". Karl looked at the goat... Then came to a decision. "Tell me all the stuff you 'edited out' of that explanation". Karl wanted to make sure everyone knew he wasn't some muscled brain, that they could get stuff past. The human had been around enough goats to be able to read them, and this buck was genuinely surprised. Karl could also see the 'wheels turning' as the goat was trying to figure out how much he should tell this human. Speaking slowly, the buck was picking his words carefully... "Through our... Pleasure Farms... we've come to learn that... some humans... wanted to... Fuck... other farm animals... other then goats and pigs... But since the farms are closely watched by... groups... no other animals could be offered... But here at a Country Club... the OTHER animals could be... Offered, as it were, to the discerning members". The goat stopped, hoping that would be enough of an explanation for the guard. Karl's training kicked in. He could hear or see anything but he would never show emotions. The buck stared at the stony faced human for several moments before the granite facade broke and the human spoke. "You train the ponies to fuck?" "I don't, we have a human that comes by a couple times a week and works with them, I'm always here make sure that the ponies are willing and well treated". "A human"? "Yea, Cory... comes by Tuesdays and Thursdays". "Willing"? "Very... Some animals... and we goats can tell which... are very happy to receive... sexual attentions... from humans". "Really"? "Yes... notice that mare you've been petting. See how she's turned her rump towards you and lifting her tail". This time Karl did show surprise. The pony he had absently been scratching, did look like she was offering herself to him. The smooth black hairless vulva suddenly flashed open to show the pinkish red of the inner pussy. "Oh my... She must really like you. She usually only does that to the stallion". Again Karl locked his face in a neutral pose. But the stirrings in his jogging shorts would soon become apparent. The human hoped the adjustment he made to his shorts looked natural. And he quickly told the goat he needed to get back to the office, because Rolph was due to come by with information about his post.

Any time you came in contact with a 'roo guard, chances are that you're on a surveillance camera. And a very good one at that. The Kangaroos learned early on that in the human's world, their word against a human's, the human usually won. So very clear videos were made to back up the 'roo's word. Afterwards the Kangaroo's word became 'gold', but the habit of recording everything carried on. Since the Horse Farm wasn't a high security site, the video surveillance room wasn't normally manned. But today it was, today was Thursday. Karl had read the file on the skinny white guy he was watching on the screen. He was someone you didn't hear much about since the Island Animals were part of the human sex scene. He was a 'zoophile'. He wasn't someone that just wanted to have sex with an animal, they truly loved 'em. Spent their lives devoted to them just as someone with a human wife or husband. They had actually been some of the first humans to really want to help the Island Animals to become part of the world society. Cory had his own farm near here. His own horse... mate. Some how the 'Front Office' had found him out and offered him a job. Karl could tell the human had years of experience around horses. His easy way of talking to them. Ear rubs, scratches, sharing breath... He looked part of the herd. Then one came up from behind and gave him a shove. Looking over his shoulder the man said something about her being frisky today. It was the same mare Karl had petted. Again she nudged him towards an open stall. The human entered followed by the mare. The man closed the door. It took the massive guard a moment to find the 'stall feed'. Cory had his shirt off by then and his cargo shorts were in the process of being slipped over his shoes. Once free of his clothing, the human wasted no time, he was hugging the mare around her neck and telling her what a pretty little mare she was. She in return was 'lipping' at his bare leg. "Trying to get me horny already"? The skinny man then went to the mare's rump and knelt behind her. Pushing her already lifted tail out of the way, the human soon had his face buried between the mare's powerful thighs. The mare, for her part, opened her stance, held her head slightly lowered, ears forward, and making some soft sounds. Suddenly she gave a bit of a squeak and the human was flooded with fluid gushing from the mare's vulva. The human staggered up and went over to a water bucket and splashed water on his face. Grabbing a towel that had obviously been put there for that purpose, he dried himself off. The mare was still standing with her hind legs spread apart and her vulva furiously winking. Karl gave the guy credit, he was pretty well endowed. A pump from a bottle that sat in a holder on the wall, the human coated his full erection with what was surly a lubricant. Approached the mare's rump again, only this time he reminded standing. Cock in hand, he timed his thrust with her winking. First just his glans disappeared, then another inch or so. Each wink seam to gobble up more and more if the man's dick. Once fully hilted, several expletives escaped from the human. He told the mare that if she kept that up he'd cum too quick. As if trying to ignore the winking cunt, the man started to fuck his randy partner. Each thrust made squishing and popping sound. There was even a quief. For several minuets, Karl watched Cory fuck the animal. Then it became clear the human was ejaculating into the mare's cunt. When he was done, he back away and the mare produced another 'Maregasum' as he called it when he complemented her on it's volume.

Karl kept himself busy for the rest of the day. Grain deliveries, a chat with Frank, the 'barn goat'. But his mind kept returning to, not just what he witnessed on the monitors, but to what his boss said the first day he was here. About how the 'front office' knew what it's employees needed sometimes before they themselves did.

The Front Office, had taken on an almost mystic aura for the employees of the many companies that fell under their umbrella. They had vast amounts of information, and the hogs seamed to have some innate ability to correlate the data into usable chunks. Each department was given updates on problems and suggestions on how to solve them. Given the goats special nature, more attention was geared towards the sexual happiness of it's employees, more then any other company. Of course anything that dealt with genetics was flagged. When Karl's blood sample, taken during a physical just after he was rescued, with it's DNA showed up at the labs, major flags were raised. Not just a filing cabinet, but a whole room was devoted to him. This was the first 'Beefeater' DNA they had gotten a hold of, and that raised many an eyebrow. Geneticists poured over the results. Special units were tasked to acquire more samples. Was Karl the 'norm' for these men? The records from the lab that Karl came from was scrutinized, of course without their knowing about it. What was found out, that Karl was sort'a special, but all the other Beefeaters showed signs of some animal DNA in them. What made Karl different was the amount. After years of collection data, the scientists felt they had a pretty good idea as to Karl's geneses...

_ It was a Friday, a long holiday weekend awaited the young geneticist worked on one last project for the week. It had to be perfect, even though his bosses knew as well as he, that gene spliced eggs never survived the weekend, let alone a long one. But they still expected output and would closely check his work. He had started out with a pretty good gene set, and would only need some tweaking and of course some 'extra' genes spliced in. But to his dismay, the weeks supply of special 'clean and stripped' genes had been used up. He knew the lab that made up the special genes was just down the hall. "Surly they've got next weeks batch already in the pipeline." But the lab was empty, they had taken off just after lunch. His keycard opened the door but no one answered his inquires. Oh well... a quick tour around the lab and he found what he needed, and returned to complete his assigned task. His worked checked, and he was off for some needed rest and play. One other thing of note, he was surprised to see that the zygote had survived the long weekend._

That explained Karl's genes. But what they found, was very interesting. They found the gene trigger for the second 'growth spurt', but also found a third, it must have hit a year or two after Karl was rescued. Requests were sent up to the highest level in the 'office' and permission was granted, and while Karl was working with the Sanders group, a camera was placed in his living quarters. Only one image was ever taken with the camera, one was enough to confirm the suppositions of the scientists.

Karl spend most of Friday getting to know the farm better. The grain storage, the hay barn, the fire detection and suppression system, the outer pastures, the special stalls for sick animals, the layout of the various paths and roads. Every time they passed the main barn, Frank was washing one of the ponies. It was the end of the day shift, and Karl wondered over to the main barn. One side was open but fully covered. The black skin of the human had a sheen to it as the sweat of the day covered him. Stepping into the shade from the hot setting sun, the human watched as Frank, using a black oval object to rub over the hide of Scout the stallion, that as he got closer, he could see it had rings of rubber teeth. From Scout's lifted head and wiggling upper lip Karl got the idea that the pony must really like this treatment. As the human got closer still, he could see over the side wall. More proof of the stallion's enjoyment was evident by the pink cock swinging under him. The two exchanged pleasantries, and Karl leaned on the top of the low wall around barn. Frank glanced at the human and noted he was lost in thought. The sight of the swing horse cock must have stirred something. The sight of Scout's penis was the last piece of the equation for Karl. What Ollie North had said about the 'Front Office' knew what you needed before you did... What the doctors had told him after all those physicals... About how his genetic make up was, mixed species. How the zebra genes made for a stronger back, hips and legs. His ability to march, run and jump with heavy packs during his training, was made possible by a few extra genes spliced in. The jenny came up and snapped the human out of his fog. Her soft muzzle and wet tongue on his flesh caused Karl to jump a little. "You was really lost in thought there." Frank noted as he put his curry comb away. "You must smell good to her, she don't normally just walk up to folks." The buck opened the low gate and let himself out into the isle way. He waved to the human. "Come on around and go in with her, she needs a friend." Karl wasn't sure what the goat had meant by that, but he walked along the wall until he got to the entrance to the barn proper. The jenny follow him to the gate and waited for him to enter the large area.

Frank the goat, had hopped in a golf cart and disappeared down the cart path. Karl picked up one of the rubber 'combs'. "I don't even know your name." He told the gray animal as he tried to brush her. "Jenny", the human spotted the name carefully lettered onto her halter. "Now that was original." He told her. He brushed her neck, sides and under neck... "Throat?" She seamed to like that a lot. Down her neck and her chest. Her sides looked like they might be an easier area to groom... But every time he tried to step along her shoulder, Jenny would step back with him, with her nose firmly planted his crotch. Karl was starting to wonder if the equine could somehow smell the zebra genes in him. Come to think of it, he was starting to wonder if the aroma of the equines were having an effect on him?... Jenny suddenly seamed like she had enough, and turned her rump towards him. Tail lifted and vulva winking.... Karl inhaled deeply.... Could it?

Both in the stall, door shut. Karl was hanging his clothes on the pegs like Cory did. And like the man he had watched, he went over to Jenny and hugged her close to him.... WOAH! He wasn't ready for that! Such an incredible feeling to have the animal's hair caress his naked body. He had of course petted them, and even have felt them with his arms when he put them around a critter.... But to feel the fur against bare belly and groin.... Thighs and chest.... It was fantastic! He was starting to understand men like Cory.... Jenny liked the hugs, but she was here for something else, and swung her rump once again at the massive black man. When Karl got a good look at Scout's penis, he knew what the goats in the 'Front Office' knew.... Here were critters that probably could take all he had to give.... No Karl did not have a horse cock, or even a zebra cock. He had a circumcised black man's cock. And it look just like a human cock...... if you had no 'size reference'..... Karl looked at the winking pussy in front of him, and he knew he just might fit..... As this possibility grew in his mind, so did his cock. As one of the Academy doctors put it. "Some men have 'show-ers', big flaccid penises, and others have 'grow-ers', don't show much but grows a lot...." Karl had a latter. And it was 'grown'. Taking one of the lube bottles from a wall holder, he started slathering it on. Which excited him more. Which made it grow that much faster. He was ready... Karl held his cock at the mid point and started to rub his glans up and down black wrinkly strip of bare donkey flesh.... The slit parted and the tip of his cock was now inside an animal.... The human pressed in.... Jenny's cunt winked around the head... Now the first few inches of the shaft.... Again another wink..... More cock... More winking.... Ten... Twelve... Fourteen... The inches slide into the donkey.... Sixteen... Eighteen.... At twenty the front of his scrotum touched the furry ass..... Testicles the size of hardballs, covered in soft black skin.... Then the last two inches.... Karl's vision blurred.... A long sigh escaped his lungs.... The feeling was incredible... His cock, in a very warm, very wet, very soft, animal cunt.... He pulled his, twenty two inch black, cock back about a foot.... Humans with long dicks, can't ever seam to get really hard... Karl was like a steel rod, no flexing as he drove it back in.... Another shudder passed through him.... A broad smile on his face, 'VIRGIN NO LONGER', rang in his brain.... He should have figured this out long time ago. He knew he was much too long, twenty two inches and as big around as a beer can, for any human female.... How many times had he seen a stallion's cock just hanging out?.... Another stroke.... "Oh god." he groaned.... She was fantastic. Wet and oh so warm.... A small part of his brain tried to make an issue about fucking an animal. It quickly faded.... Jenny felt so damn nice.... He stroked a little faster.... A little harder.... But he had a lot to learn yet about fucking.... One was control.... By the sixth stroke, Karl was shooting his cum deep into the donkey's cunt.... The human stood with his large hands gripping Jenny's hips, pulling himself deeply into her.... Cum blasted again.... And again....

Island hogs, goats and 'roos all had human genes in 'em.... So having a mix, wasn't so unusual. The 'Beefeater' was just like the Island animals.... Only his 'mix' was a little different.

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