{"sf1_id":1468298,"sf2_id":"RnoQqlve","title":"Capra is Calling","author":"Retconned","words":2079,"posted_at":"2019-07-09T19:23:05.000Z","tags":["Anthro","Female","Greentext","Human","Male","Multiple partners","Second Person","Sex","Short Story"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1468298-capra-is-calling","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/RnoQqlve","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/40/12/4012a233-d4b9-432d-95d3-04dbd0c45f0e","description":"A lewd short that serves as a bit of a prequel to Tricky Business.","content":"\\\u003eIt's nearly midnight.\n\n\\\u003eYou, an amateur hiker, are wandering the woods for lack of anything better to do tonight.\n\n\\\u003eAs you walk, you soak in the calming sounds of the wilderness around you. \u0026nbsp;Crickets chirping... owls hooting... distant wolves howling at the moon... rhythmic chanting interspersed with bleating...\n\n\\\u003eWait. \u0026nbsp;What?\n\n\\\u003eYour mellow hike is interrupted by what sounds like some kind of twisted prayer echoing through the trees.\n\n\\\u003eCuriosity gets the better of you, so you follow the sound to a nearby clearing. \u0026nbsp;You peek through the bushes...\n\n\\\u003eWhat the fuck?\n\n\\\u003eA crowd of hooded cultists circles a flat stone altar. \u0026nbsp;Though you can't see much, it seems that they're wearing... horns?\n\n\\\u003eThe largest of them suddenly stops and holds up a hand.\n\n\\\u003eThey turn and point at you, then speak in a low, mystical voice.\n\n\\\u003e\"Come, o observer. \u0026nbsp;I feel your presence amongst us. \u0026nbsp;You cannot hide in the darkness.\"\n\n\\\u003eWell shit. \u0026nbsp;Guess you don't have a choice. \u0026nbsp;You slowly make your way down to them.\n\n\\\u003eOnce you get close, they stop walking and stare silently. \u0026nbsp;Some murmur to one another.\n\n\\\u003e\"...what is it? \u0026nbsp;I think... it's a...\"\n\n\\\u003eFor some reason, you begin to suspect that the horns are actually... real.\n\n\\\u003eThe apparent leader approaches, their robe obscuring their entire body. \u0026nbsp;After a lengthy pause, they again speak.\n\n\\\u003e\"Why hath you come here tonight, traveler? \u0026nbsp;Do you know what night it is...?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou shake your head, and manage to respond.\n\n\\\u003e\"I... was just hiking. \u0026nbsp;Sorry to disturb you.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe leader stares silently, their hooded robe obscuring their face entirely...\n\n\\\u003eUntil they suddenly throw it off.\n\n\\\u003eTo your shock, standing before you is a... goat woman?\n\n\\\u003eShe has a perfect hourglass figure; wide hips and a prodigious bust offset by a thin waist. \u0026nbsp;She wears nothing more than what seems to be ceremonial jewelry and a patient smile. \u0026nbsp;Her emerald green eyes glint in the moonlight.\n\n\\\u003eThe wind blows her short grey fur playfully, as well as her long, drooping ears.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, traveler, since you do not know the day, I shall enlighten you. \u0026nbsp;Tonight, the goddess Capra demands an offering.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou blink in shock a few times.\n\n\\\u003e\"O-offering?!\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Yes, an offering... of love. \u0026nbsp;The most... physical kind of love.\"\n\n\\\u003eLightbulbs go off in your head. \u0026nbsp;She chuckles at your expression, then gestures dramatically.\n\n\\\u003eSuddenly, all the other cultists strip, revealing that each one is a goat woman bearing various attractive figures. \u0026nbsp;Some are hourglasses like their leader. \u0026nbsp;Others are more bottom or top heavy. \u0026nbsp;Still more are lean and lithe, with muscular, athletic builds.\n\n\\\u003e\"It is fortunate that you are here, o traveler, as it seems we are missing a vital element to tonight's ritual...\"\n\n\\\u003eShe smiles as your heart sinks.\n\n\\\u003eYou are the only male around. \u0026nbsp;The cultists eye you up expectantly, their bare bodies casting shadows upon you.\n\n  \n\n\\\u003eWait a minute.\n\n\\\u003eWhy should you bail these women out?\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003ePresumably, they knew this ritual was coming, so why didn't they just bring a man along?\n\n\\\u003ePutting on your best poker face, you draw yourself up to your full height, then approach the leader.\n\n\\\u003eShe stares, tail twitching with anticipation. \u0026nbsp;Her serene smile lingers on her face.\n\n\\\u003eYou clear your throat authoritatively.\n\n\\\u003e\"No way. \u0026nbsp;You should have thought of that beforehand. \u0026nbsp;I'm not getting involved.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe stares silently, expression unreadable for a moment.\n\n\\\u003eHer followers do the same, some idly stroking their slits as though priming themselves for you. \u0026nbsp;One cultist seems to get a bit TOO excited, letting out a cry of pleasure that bounces off the trees surrounding the altar.\n\n\\\u003eEventually, the priestess speaks in the same serene tone.\n\n\\\u003e\"'Twas not a question, o traveler. You WILL aid us in this ritual, in our offering to Capra.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe steps forward, green eyes burning a hole in you despite her smile. \u0026nbsp;As she walks, her hips sway seductively; her impressive bust bounces in time.\n\n\\\u003eYou slowly retreat from her advances, not wanting to participate in her ritual...\n\n\\\u003eOnly to back into one of her followers, who eagerly rests her furry breasts atop your head. \u0026nbsp;They're surprisingly... heavy. \u0026nbsp;But the fur is so very soft...\n\n\\\u003eThe cultist whispers in monotone.\n\n\\\u003e\"Your love will bring us prosperity, human. \u0026nbsp;Please, grant it to us freely and earnestly.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou pull away from the eerie goat woman, with her frowning and letting off a sad groan. \u0026nbsp;As you watch, she plunges a hand down to her nethers, apparently attempting to relieve her tension.\n\n\\\u003eAs you look around, you slowly realize something:\n\n\\\u003eYou're surrounded.\n\n\\\u003eIf you could find an opening to run, where are you even gonna go?\n\n  \n\n\\\u003eApparently, nowhere.\n\n\\\u003eWith a snap from the priestess, the circle of she-goats slowly tightens, each one advancing on you with a faint smile on her lips.\n\n\\\u003eThey each do their best to entice you.\n\n\\\u003eSome bounce their breasts tantalizingly, the teats wobbling frantically in the moonlight.\n\n\\\u003eOthers mime all sorts of lewd acts, some of which draw a blush to your cheeks just to imagine.\n\n\\\u003eStill others decide to pair off, pulling their partner into lustful kisses. \u0026nbsp;You vaguely wonder if that alone would satisfy their ritual...\n\n\\\u003eThe priestess chuckles as she looks around at her followers.\n\n\\\u003e\"Look upon us, o traveler. \u0026nbsp;See what we can offer you? \u0026nbsp;I can sense that our beauty enticed you... why not embrace your desires?\"\n\n\\\u003e...you'd be lying if you said all the displays weren't getting to you.\n\n\\\u003eA fact that isn't at all lost on the advancing horde. \u0026nbsp;They redouble their efforts, some of them succumbing to their lust and collapsing into frantically plunging their fingers into themselves.\n\n\\\u003eIt's enough to have you popping an inopportune boner.\n\n\\\u003eThe priestess eyes your traitorous bulge with a self-satisfied smirk, her eyes twinkling.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ah, seems that your body knows what must be done. May your mind catch up soon, o foolish traveler.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe steps forwards, swaying her wide hips exaggeratedly and allowing her sizable chest to bounce freely. \u0026nbsp;In the moonlight, light pink nipples peek playfully through her fur.\n\n\\\u003eHer emerald eyes meet yours, burning with an intense desire despite her serene, ethereal attitude.\n\n\\\u003eShe runs a hand along her impressive curves, tracing a perfect hourglass.\n\n\\\u003e\"'Tis a shame, truly, that a strapping, virile male like yourself would willingly deprive thyself of such potential blessings as these, o traveler...\"\n\n\\\u003eShe takes another step, and begins to slowly massage her own chest. \u0026nbsp;Her followers take note, the smaller-chested of them barely concealing their envy. \u0026nbsp;She chuckles and speaks again.\n\n\\\u003e\"I see your desire, o elusive traveler, burning behind your eyes. You wish very much to aid us, do you not? And yet, some foolish part of you denies this. Why? Why would you allow this divine opportunity to pass you by? \u0026nbsp;Succumb to your wishes, and allow us to grant you our adoration...\"\n\n  \n\n\\\u003eShe takes one more step, her breasts bouncing once more, then motions for her followers to halt. \u0026nbsp;Most comply, though some are too preoccupied with pleasuring themselves to pay any mind.\n\n\\\u003eThe priestess is now close enough to grab you, if she desired. \u0026nbsp;However, her composure suggests she wouldn't do such a thing. \u0026nbsp;That said...\n\n\\\u003eYou're not entirely certain that she wouldn't do so if you continue to deny her advances.\n\n\\\u003eShe continues to stare into your eyes, again gently tracing the hourglass shape of her body with her fingertips. \u0026nbsp;She lets her fingers wander, eventually brushing them against a stiffening nipple.\n\n\\\u003eYou gulp anxiously, and finally work up the nerve to speak.\n\n\\\u003e\"You have a point. \u0026nbsp;I can't deny that I want to... help. But, if we're doing this...\"\n\n\\\u003eYou suddenly tackle the priestess to the ground, prompting a stunned gasp from the watching cultists.\n\n\\\u003eHowever, she acts as if this was all part of her plan. \u0026nbsp;She coos happily, speaking words in a tongue you have never heard.\n\n\\\u003e\"...we're doing it on my terms.\"\n\n\\\u003eBefore she can respond, you begin thrusting into her rapidly. \u0026nbsp;The cultists begin to chant again as you realize that you are laying atop the stone altar.\n\n\\\u003eThe priestess remains remarkably serene, all things considered, but her followers are whipped into a masturbatory frenzy. \u0026nbsp;Beyond her ethereal detachment, you see something in her eyes...\n\n\\\u003eLove.\n\n\\\u003eBleats of joy fill the air as you rapidly pick up the pace. \u0026nbsp;The cultists intersperse their chanting with crys of ecstasy and cheers.\n\n\\\u003eThe priestess speaks again, this time through panting.\n\n\\\u003e\"O beloved traveler. \u0026nbsp;Please, do as you wish with me. \u0026nbsp;For Capra.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou allow your hands to explore her body, to her apparent delight. \u0026nbsp;One hand travels beneath her, brushing against both her warm fur and the cold stone altar. \u0026nbsp;You eventually grasp her rear firmly, feeling her tail wag happily.\n\n\\\u003eThe other hand snakes up to her prodigious bust, kneading her breasts deftly. \u0026nbsp;She maintains her detached composure, smiling and only occasionally letting a pant or moan crack her facade.\n\n\\\u003eAs you continue, you feel your climax approaching rapidly. \u0026nbsp;You try to warn her, but cannot speak for your own arousal.\n\n\\\u003eShe merely nods.\n\n\\\u003e\"Do as you must, o generous traveler.\"\n\n\\\u003eSuddenly, your mind is filled with emerald fireworks. \u0026nbsp;All you can feel is pleasure...\n\n\\\u003eAnd above all else, love.\n\n\\\u003eThe priestess smiles once more as you unload within her. \u0026nbsp;Once you finish, you collapse into her awaiting arms. \u0026nbsp;She gently kisses you.\n\n\\\u003e\"Wonderful. O loving traveler, thy offering is appreciated...\"\n\n\\\u003eYou start to rise, but she doesn't let go. \u0026nbsp;You swear her green eyes glint.\n\n\\\u003e\"...but alas, 'tis not enough. You have only provided one of many needed offerings.\"\n\n\\\u003eComprehension dawns upon you as she allows you to rise. \u0026nbsp;You look around as the cultists begin to form a line...\n\n  \n\n\\\u003eOne by one, you provide an offering to each and every member of the cult.\n\n\\\u003eSome require very little stimulus to satisfy. \u0026nbsp;One particular woman practically dissolves the moment your hand touches her breasts.\n\n\\\u003eOthers are more high maintenance; a particularly large, strong one flips you onto your back before riding you into submission. \u0026nbsp;It's only when you finally release within her that she dismounts, collapsing in an exhausted heap.\n\n\\\u003eDespite the sheer number of rounds, you never feel exhausted. \u0026nbsp;The priestess hovers nearby, serene smile never wavering. \u0026nbsp;She speaks words of love and encouragement each time you finish off a cultist.\n\n\\\u003e\"Another appreciated offering, o beloved one. \u0026nbsp;Thy aid will be remembered for aeons.\"\n\n\\\u003eMore and more women approach, desire evident from their already-wet nethers.\n\n\\\u003eOne rather flexible one performs exotic contortions you've only ever seen in the wildest of your dreams. \u0026nbsp;Eventually though, she allows you to penetrate her just as you reach your climax.\n\n\\\u003eIndeed, no matter what preference they may have, each cultist refuses to allow you to cum anywhere but within her womanhood.\n\n\\\u003eNo matter if she uses her tongue, her breasts, or in one case even her hooves to bring you to the edge, each and every one insists on the same ending.\n\n\\\u003eEventually, you reach the final cultist. \u0026nbsp;Once you finally complete your work, you fall asleep nigh-instantly.\n\n  \n\n\\\u003eYou awaken the next morning atop to the sound of birds singing. \u0026nbsp;You blink a few times, then run your hand along your soft, furred mattress.\n\n\\\u003eWait a minute. \u0026nbsp;Now you remember what happened last night.\n\n\\\u003eYou look down to see that you are lying atop a pile of easily 20 goat women.\n\n\\\u003eEach one still shows signs of your \"contributions\" to their cause, leaking your seed from their satisfied slits.\n\n\\\u003eThe priestess lays directly beneath you, smiling lovingly as you rest atop her stomach. \u0026nbsp;Her emerald eyes glimmer happily.\n\n\\\u003eShe pulls you close and whispers.\n\n\\\u003e\"Thank you, o beloved human. With your help, and Capra's blessing... we shall each bear the fruits of your labor.\"\n\n\\\u003eYour blood goes cold as her words sink in.\n\n\\\u003eShe beams, eyes twinkling once more.\n\n\\\u003e\"W-what do you mean?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe kisses your forehead with a chuckle.\n\n\\\u003e\"Your children, o beloved human.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou splutter in shock.\n\n\\\u003e\"B- how? \u0026nbsp;How? \u0026nbsp;You're goats, I'm a human! \u0026nbsp;There-\"\n\n\\\u003e...several questions come to mind.\n\n\\\u003e\"There were 20 of you... how did I keep going? \u0026nbsp;How was I able to- to-\"\n\n\\\u003eThe priestess smiles once more.\n\n\\\u003e\"To... grant each of us the gift of child? \u0026nbsp;''Twas all Capra, my love. \u0026nbsp;All Capra's will.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"But... how do you know that?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Is it not obvious, o beloved?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe world drops away beneath you. \u0026nbsp;You find yourself in a sea of emerald light, adrift with the priestess.\n\n\\\u003eNo.\n\n\\\u003eWith Capra.\n\n\\\u003eShe embraces you with earnest love.\n\n\\\u003e\"Thank you, o follower. \u0026nbsp;Thank you.\"","series":{"name":"Non-CYOAs","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1468296-diplopia.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1468306-the-postern-motel.json"}}