Go for it!
Published in Rocky Mountain Fur Con book 2014 (pardon the errors that may exist in this copy)
The young goat was ready to do this thing. Smiling as he dropped the back pack to the ground, a puff of dust went up in the air. The pack was filled with everything he would need to climb this mountain cliff, tools of the trade. Not that he would need any of these implements. He was a goat! It was time he started living like one!
Placing his hoofed fingers interlaced and turning then outwards listening to the slight cracking of knuckles he looked up. The sun reflected off his glasses. It was bright sunny and in the distance off to the west, were patches of cumulus clouds, hinting there might be rain later. Looking up he huffed "Well time I get this thing concurred!"
Jack had lived his whole life here in the Rocky Mountains. Driven past the peaks looked out his window at work. There were so many things to do here and yet he had spent his whole life one step away, never really venturing out. Picking up his back pack the goat flicked his tail delighting in the feel of the tight jeans, the skin tight shirt hugging his frame as he slung the pack over his shoulder. Taking his first step towards greatness he grabbed a rock and started to climb.
For the past year he had been training at a rock wall in his local gym. Sheepishly he admitted that the main reason he wanted to try and climb was not just his own will, but the incredible hot cougar that was teaching the class. He was headed to the gym that day intent on working the treadmill and then lifting weights as he usually did, but a flick of her black tail tip drew him in like a charmer to a snake. He was lost to the flick of a tail. Laughing to himself he pulled his body up almost purely by upper body strength, and placed his foot on a ledge under him..
Cindy ... He was planning to simply ask her out but they started a light talk and once she found out he was a goat that lived in the Rockies and never once climbed them she put him to work. The thoughts of dating went out the window as she forced him to think on his life. Why had he never really left the comfort and safety of his office and his home, why did he not appreciate nature when there was so much of it around him?
He shook his head and smiled finding a good spot to hold for the next pull up. She pushed him to his limits every time. By the time he was done with a session with her all he could do was hang his head, drag his weary rump to the car and drive home to a shower and about a gallon of fresh water. She was a slave driver, making sure that he not only grasped the techniques but would make him stop after every climb to look around him.
His concentration slipped for a moment and he almost lost his hold. Gaining a look of determination he moved his head to his shoulder pushing up his glasses. Heaving himself up another level, his tail out for added balance as he swung his leg up to a ledge and pulled himself up.
This time he wanted to go alone, he planned on beating this cliff edge on his own so next weekend when he met up with that tan and black furred temptress he could show off a little. Trembling a little his arms were starting to cuss at him. He knew he could make it, just a few feet more than at the top he could have a seat, admire the view and gaze upon his hard earned reward. That seemed to be the motivation he needed to heaving himself up the final few feet. Scrambling to the top in a rather undignified manner he hung his head and panted. His eyes closed, and focused on breathing.
Blinking his eyes her saw a shadow and quickly jerked his head up. Before him was Cindy looking down at him. The cougar flicked her tail at his nose and with a sly smile murmured, "Welcome to the top..."