Mountain Goat Down Under
Mountain Goat Down Under
By Ziegenbock
The mountains. The roof of the world. Wild, remote; yet for those able to venture far enough, spectacular views to be savoured. Snow-capped, craggy peaks as far as the eye can see, valleys of lush pine in stark contrast to the barren outcrops, and above all the autumn sun, illuminating the sky with a thousand shades of golds, ochres, vermilions. And high atop a rocky peak, sheltering from the bitter mountain wind, two figures lay together, lost in this eternal wilderness.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" The little wombat stared into the distance, nestling beside her companion, a large wild mountain goat.
The goat glanced down at her briefly, then straight ahead again. "Mm. Yes."
She paused at this sudden reticence. "What's the matter? Usually when we meet, you won't stop talking about what you've done, what you've been up to..."
"Well, it's just that, that... Oh, I've got a problem."
"Well, you know you can always talk to me about it." She rested her paw on his hoof, looking up at him reassuringly. The goat took a long deep sigh before turning anxiously to face the wombat.
"Okay. It's about... the season. You know this year is my first, and, well, to be honest... I'm scared. I don't really know what to expect. Because even if I meet some females, what am I supposed to do? And then there are the other males. All that fighting, that violence, just for a chance to mate. And if I lose, that's it until next year. What if something happens to me? How am I, I..."
"Oh, goaty..." she whispered softly to him, gently stroking his long white fur. "I had no idea it was such a worry for you.
"Well listen to me. You've got nothing to worry about, alright? You're young, strong, stronger than most other goats out there... Why, I bet there isn't a single doe out there who wouldn't want to be seen with a big handsome billy goat like you."
He grunted, not fully believing her, and looked forlornly at the ground. Concerned, the wombat placed her paw on his muzzle. He tensed at first, shying away from her touch. "Goaty, please don't be upset. Just think, you have so much to offer as a mate. Please believe me... goaty..." Tenderly, she began to caress his bearded muzzle, trying to comfort him. And sure enough, he soon turned to face her, smiling in contentment at the touch of her tender paws. She smiled back, captivated by those intense amber eyes and magnificent horns, something stirring deep down in both as their bodies drew together, reaching in for only a subtle embrace at first before slowly, finally, longing muzzles intertwined, searching out familiar sensual places, fuelling those first aching surges of pleasure.
*
Had it really been two months since a lost, exhausted, terrified wombat had wandered into the valley, only to be found by a young goat buck, alone in the world and tired of life? She had been so pleased, and together they had seen the world in a new light. And yet, she wanted more. But, more? How could she want more? They were just too... different. When they first met, she had tried her hardest to ignore the unnatural thoughts cropping up in her mind. But now, seeing the proud animal he'd become, there was simply no denying it: he was a very handsome goat. Tall, stocky and muscular, with a thick shaggy coat of whiteness and two long slender curved horns adorning his crown. Quick and agile too, climbing the steepest rocky outcrop with barely a second thought. Yes, he was a fine creature, and she treasured every moment with him. And though she'd never told him, she wished the rest of her life could be like this, just her and her very own goaty...
*
Slowly, sensually, the two animals pulled apart, the young caprine's excitement mounting as he grinned at the wombat, now lying sprawled on her back, breathing heavily in deep pleasure. How could the nubile beast resist? Down he crouched once more, slopping his thick tongue against her delicate face. She squirmed slightly at this rough fluttering touch, the faintest hint of a moan building in her throat. Those moans soon broke through her muzzle as the goat moved to her neck, that powerful tongue of his hitting all her sensitive areas. So she likes this, the goat thought to himself. Well, what he planned to do next would be simply irresistible. Without warning, his tongue darted south, rasping all over her perked nipples.
"Ah! Oh, goaty..."
Her little body heaved, thrusting her breast into the brute's wet snout. Encouraged by this obvious sign of approval, he began licking in earnest, that abrasive tongue sending searing lances of pain and pleasure right through the wombat. Sometimes, he even used his teeth on her.
My, it felt good.
For minutes the goat kept up his full-body workout, after which he glanced up at his wombat, who moaned throatily one last time before staring with a mock-frown at the goat.
"Oh, you are a naughty little goaty!" she scolded, before catching sight of a large bulge between his hind kegs, inflating slowly.
"Hmm. A very naughty goaty..."
For a moment, she stared in silent awe at the goat's crotch, gazing at the moist pink point protruding slightly form his furry sheath, trembling at the thought of just what was making those massive orbs swell. And oh, just thinking about this huge musky animal dominating her, claiming her, filling her... She murred deeply as her own juices began to flow, dripping between her legs, as they parted almost subconsciously.
The goat grinned with glee before standing up. Nonchalantly he strolled around the wombat, hooves clipping lightly on the cave floor, lying down in the opposite direction beside her. Then, slowly, he lent in to sniff at her vulva. He grunted and snorted before bleating softly, clearly excited by the rich scent of female now permeating the cave. Tenderly, he cupped a hoof around her mound before gradually opening his muzzle, tongue swirling slowly around the slit before sinking ever so slightly into her deep tunnel.
She screamed out, thrusting her waist into his snout before gasping rapidly. Encouraged, the goat began to drive his tongue steadily deeper into the wombat, drawing from her a long, delighted moan. For such a young animal, his skill and passion were unbelievable, she mused as the goat twisted his rough tongue in her burning tunnel, stroking it all along her hardened clit, as she let out plaintive, lusty cries whilst shuddering hard.
"Oh, wow! I say my big strong goaty deserves a treat for this," she whispered with strained breath. Over she reached, grasping his still-swelling sheath with both paws, stroking briskly and finally coaxing the animal's pride and joy from its furry confines. She slowed her strokes as those velvety paws moved up to rest on his impressive length. Here she slowly massaged the entire length, up and down, up and down, one paw kneading and fondling the goat's testicles. The goat snuffled and twitched those great haunches of his as a drop of clear fluid trickled from his penis. She smiled as the horny caprine fell further under her spell. But if they were going to get the most out of the evening, she needed to take the animal right to the brink. Time to take a leaf from the goat's own book.
Panting as that tongue ground into her sex, she lent right into the goat's crotch, taking in that unmistakeable scent of a buck in heat. My, how gamey he smelled. But beyond that initial scent lay a deep, intoxicating aroma, so easy to let go and just swim in, letting the thousand layers of musk send tingles through your body, setting every nerve ablaze with passion. As her mind clouded over with his deep hircine scent, she took his glistening shaft into her muzzle, tongue laving over the sensitive tip oh so softly.
A sharp bleat as the goat jerked powerfully, taking the wombat by surprise as his cock pulled free of her mouth, a huge spurt of clear fluid smearing across her face. She had to stop there, as although she would have loved trying to give as much pleasure as possible to the animal, she knew that he was going to get rough. Very rough.
Oh, she was going to do it, she thought to herself. She was literally shaking, the anticipation was so great. Nudging the goat's muzzle from her burning loins, she took a few deep gasps before staggering to her paws. Strolling seductively past the wildly aroused goat, she leaned back against a sloping rock, gasping loudly, tongue lolling from the corner of her grinning muzzle, one paw reaching down to tweak her pulsing sex.
"Take me, my buck."
The goat sauntered over to her, his great testicles swaying, fluid dripping from his slim penis. He stood beside her, snorting and sniffing the air, nostrils flaring.
Then he mounted her.
The big buck's weight slammed down, almost winding the little female underneath as he grasped his mate tightly with his cloven hooves, those powerful haunches heaving as his rock-hard length probed for the female's sex. Grunting and snorting, he thrust his penis hard against the wombat as she ground her hips to meet him. So close, so close... Suddenly he slammed his tip brutally into her, making her scream out sharply, even growl softly. Gripping him tightly by the horns, she drove back slowly, relentlessly, shuddering uncontrollably as she impaled herself on his bone-hard cock, moaning as the horny beast prised her apart, his eyes glazed with goatish glee. Underneath him the little wombat growled long and hard, twisting and writhing in sheer ecstasy, her tunnel tugging and rippling over the male's flaring endowment. The goat jerked and snorted, straining hard to contain himself, his sheath fur bristling against her sex.
Then she let go.
Instantly her whole body rocked as the goat gave five or six rapid thrusts before lunging bestially with a salacious bleat as at long last he fired a huge gush of warm goat cum deep into her tunnel, holding still for a second or two, the wombat laying numb and breathless beneath him as he dismounted slowly.
"Oh my big strong goaty... oh, you animal..."
Mere seconds had passed between the big goat mounting her and now. For a while he stood behind her, stamping his forehoof in agitation, his glistening erection vibrating menacingly. Then without warning he threw himself back onto the wombat, shuffling quickly to find her slickened tunnel and pounding into her with no resistance, powerful haunches heaving, breath straining and snorting before suddenly erupting with quick lecherous bleats as he jerked viciously and filled his mate with yet more rich, potent goat semen.
The wombat could only scream in delight as she bucked and convulsed underneath the brute, squealing as she milked and squeezed all over his shaft, feeling his sticky loads pour into her. He was still young, but already he was four times her weight and pure muscle. Try as she may, there was nothing she could do to restrain the buck. He was just so strong, so feral.
She had barely recovered before that glorious pounding began once more, buck buck buck bleeeeat, gush, then slurp as that gorgeous meat pulled from its sloppy confines. Time and again he claimed his mate, goat cum spurting on each breeding from his hairy testicles, heavy and swollen like white coconuts as the little wombat mewled and orgasmed continually, unashamedly, lost in wild passion and admiration for the spectacular mountain goat.
Soon, the floods of goat cum began to subside. Grunting and huffing, he slowly drew back, his penis sliding from her dampened confines, dripping long tendrils of goaty semen. He stood still for a while, breath strained slightly, before giving a sly smile to the wombat, who lay clutching her stomach, chest heaving, her entire lower body soaked with thick, viscous seed.
Down beside her he knelt, crouching at her semen-matted fur before lapping his tongue all over her to clean away any excess of his virile seed. She chuckled to herself, and reached down to rest a forepaw on his muzzle. He glanced at her, withdrew his tongue, then shifted up to rest his head gently beside her own, grunting and huffing as he felt her gentle caresses on his muzzle, tension and concern drifting away like the early morning mist, both little wombat and great mountain goat now deeply satiated.
"Thank you, goaty."
***
A quick wash left the wombat feeling more refreshed. She still needed to find a stream or somewhere to clear away every trace of contact with a buck goat. Faint traces of those musky aromas still lingered in the cave, the wombat's mind still reeling from that most unusual rapport. Surely they didn't just...? And yet there he was, all two hundred pounds of prime breeding buck, curled up beside the cave wall, no doubt dreaming about the frenzy and ecstasy awaiting him in his first season. Oh, there'll be some lucky nannies out there, that's for sure!
Oh goodness, what had she done? It wasn't, well, she couldn't have? But no, there it was, that sick perverse warmth still glowing in her body. She had actually mated... with a goat! A big rough horny shaggy male mountain goat! But what could she do? Why had she done it? Could it be that, in spite of herself, she just didn't want to let go of him? But she had to, she just had to.
Oh, that was it. You idiot! Why can't you just accept it, he can't be tamed. In a couple of weeks, days, he'll be gone, off for the rut, off to find some nannies to breed!
Why couldn't things be different? It wasn't his fault; for him the season would be little more than a musk-filled fog. And, and yet she saw so much more than that in him, he was better than that, she respected him, she admired him, she needed him, and why, because she... she...
She wept softly, curled up and choking back her sobs, shivering as the freezing wind stung her tear-stained cheeks, as she watched the last crimson glow of autumn sunlight disappear over the dark, rocky horizon.