The New Deal
#4 of Extreme Stories
Again this is a very shocking story, read the tags, you might not enjoy it or you might
Not part of my usual repetoire I know don't worry they'll be a new Lurking in the Mud out in may to make up for this sudden twist into wickedness. But it is something I am exploring because it is something new and wholly different genre wise so I am seeing how far I can push my writing skills.
Comments are always welcome, Charn helped with the dialogue and actions of the tiger. Enjoy or not, your choice.
Pausing just inside the door Aesc looked around the diner, it was a pretty run of the mill looking place. Counter with serving lady, booths consiting of vinyl coated benches and tables that were fixed to the floor. Sat in one of those booths waiting for him was a figure who matched the description he'd been given. Tall, muscular, orange fur, feline. There were only a few species to match that description and the tiger certainly stood out something fierce. Swallowing heavily to calm his nerves the blonde fleeced ram smoothed back the heavy fleece atop his head and checked that his dungarees were properly fastened. Taking a deep breath he started forward slowly, cloven hooves clicking on the tiled floor.
Pausing by the table he almost bleating when the large tiger turned his head to regard him, his muzzle split into a wide smile, all the sheep could think about was how sharp those teeth looked. "I... I... erm... well you see erm...."
"Aesc right?" The tiger rumbled, his voice more a dark purr then speach. Standing up he loomed darkly over the sheep, taking him in with one glance, horns, hooves, dungarees, the lot. "Your late... no time to talk over dinner, follow me." He pushed away from the table and started for the door and the sheep followed him. Half of him wanted to run back out to his truck and drive away as quickly as he could and never look back. But he followed, out into the car park and before he knew it he was sat in the passenger seat of the tiger's car giving him directions toward his farm.
"I'm glad you showed up, i'd have been disappointed to come all this way and not be able to... discuss business.
"Now this farm you work on, Is it full of farm hands? Livestock? What's the set up?"
The sheep shifted around as he pulled on a seat belt. "Oh well some of them are people who've ah had encouragement to join my herd. Sheeps and Pigs and horses, the odd bull for the cows. I have some farm hands who help me with cleaning things out and keeping the place working but... most people decide they are tired of life on two legs and join one of my herds."
The tiger glanced at the sheep and nodded, "Oh, you *own* this farm directly? Not just renting?" He put the truck in gear, pulling out onto the road as the sheep nodded. This might work out better then he expected. "I See, so you take them in... how do they earn their keep?"
Scritching his chin at the direct question the sheep swallowed nervously, watching the country side roll past. This had all started with a call, the tiger had heard of the farm and wanted to discuss business. So Aesc had agreed to meet and now here he was driving back to the farm with this strange tiger. Scritching his chin the sheep frowned before answering. "Mostly they earn their keep by being part of one of my herds.... I have a nice erm.. well heh I can't share all my secrets with someone I just met now can I? My farm hands earn their keep mucking out stables, cleaning pens, herding animals around, shoveling shit. Helping with chores and housework"
The tiger nodded and flashed his fanged smile at the sheep again. "Mm hmm... and what do you Grow on your farm? *he pulled off the road, the truck crunching onto the gravel strewn side road, approaching the farm. "Surely you must produce something to keep down costs.. something sellable..."
Aesc shifted and glanced at the tiger, he was going quite slowly now, so slow he could heep his head turned, dark eyes boring into his own blue eyes. Swallowing heavily the sheep found himself talking against his better judgement. "I keep numbers up by selling mmm well seed to other farmers. I have a large and varied breeding pool. As well as meat, I sell prime livestock to the markets. My meats are quite.. unique and well sought after."
Aesc looked ahead, breaking eye contact with the tiger, steadying himself with one hand on the dash board as he watched the farm come into view. Meadows passed by on either side, hemmed in by stone walls and gates but the heart of the farm was the large farm house, huge barn, stables and pens. All centred on a central muddy courtyard, a churned morass of muck that was worked up by alot of hooved critters moving back and forth daily.
The tiger was grinning widely, pink tongue licking over his lips in anticipation, "That's precisely what I was hoping to hear..." he pulled the truck in to a stop, parking it, and then opened his wallet. He paused, watching a large boar moving across the yard. His trotters were sinking into the mud and he was wearing shorts, an open vest and carrying a pitchfork over one shoulder. He waved amiably at the sheep and nodded to the tiger but Charn's eyes followed the boars large package until he disapperaed into the barn. Nodding his head as if he had seen what he wanted to see he took a cheque out of his coat and filled it in with Aesc's name.. leaving the amount blank he made a show of reading it so the sheep could see then folded it into his vest pocket and smiled at the ram.
"I'd like to see your biggest money maker..."
Aesc blinked, watching the feline write the cheque he couldn't help but see the name written on it and then the tiger was giving him another order. Almost without thinking the sheep slipped out of the truck, hooves sinking down under the crust of muck. It was a normal every day occurence so he barely noticed, adjusting his over-alls he glanced around treying to decide which of his men made the most money. When his eyes landed on the stables he smiled and nodded to himself, making a decision.
"Well sure this way the..." he started to cross the yard, heading toward the stables. "Stallion called Fornoth is my biggest money maker..."
"Fornoth, hmm?" the tiger purred, trying the name out on his tongue as he followed, stepping easily through the muck, the hems of his slacks growing clumped and sticky with it. "And how much would you say he generally makes for you monthly?" He glances around the place, it smelled like a farm, looked like a farm and a rather prosperous one at that. Smiling the tiger put his eyes back on the ram before him, admiring his horns, they really did look quite beautiful.Curved brown ridges framing hsi head nicely, perfect handles for when someone wanted to use that muzzle. The sheep glanced back as they passed off the muddy court onto a sheet of clean cobbles outside the stables. Pushing open the door Aesc gestured toward a middle aged horse sprawled in the hay on his back quite asleep. He was naked and his long fingered hands were resting on his stomach, hooves akimbo showing off everything to the pair peeking in at him. He had silver fur speckled with spots of black across the majority of his body but his crotch was a deep rich splash of black against the lighter silver colour.
"About four grand a month," Aesc murmured softlywatching Fornoth breath in and out slowly, "His seed is qutie potent, we have a complete record of every stallion he's sired.. work horses, race horses, draft horses, riding horses... about 13 of them all told. He was a Surgeon before he came to work for me... his new life has been quite active."
"Interesting," the tiger whispered, stepping cloesr, but not into the actual stable... just eyeing up the bulky frame, the strong shoulders, and the sizably weighted orbs that jostle for space between those splayed thighs. Watching it all from the doorway, smiling he turned to regard the sheep farmer behind him and gave him the same appraising look. Reaching out with one hand he tugged his dungarees away from his chest and looked down the smooth muscled chest of the sheep to his own groin.
"Who's, Aesc, would you say are bigger. Yours? Or his?"
Aesc gulped watching his horse sleep, He slidd a paw down to cup his own groin, shaking his head, off balance since the start of this meeting. Led along and all but obeying the tigers every wish he wasn't sure how to respond to any of this. The large predator was clearly hunting for something. "Erm his probably...horses tend to get bigger nuts then sheep"
Nodding as if this is what he had expected to hear the tiger released the sheep's dungarees, the rumble of distant thunder making the ram jump in surprise. The tiger moved away from the stable door, leaning against a post, staring intently at the horse where he layt in the shadowed stable. Tail flicking softly back and forth behind him the feline purred, a deep content rumbling, speaking to the sheep without even looking
"Would you accept a hundred grand for him?"
Aesc's eyes went as wide as saucers, the price would keep the farm running for over half a year... gulping heavily he staggered and had to catch himelf on the edge of a water trough. Looking in at the horse then back at the tiger he ran a paw through his hair, bleating softly as he struggled. He knew this tiger was up to something dark, something... darker then anything he'd ever touched on before. But he couldn't say no to that amount of money and so he made his choice and nodded.
"Good." The tiger slidd the cheque into your numb fingers, then glanced around the yard, noting the farm hands and herd members moving around about their business. "Get him somewhere private. Tell him it's an emergency milking session." a paw, strangely hot, slid down the ram's belly, cupping the farmer's own balls. He squeezed them, feeling them up and smiled at the way the sheep gasped at the teasing.
Nodding his head Aesc pocketed the cheque and panted, holding back a whine as that hand retreated from his sac, his sheath stirring inside his sheath, drawing a steadying breath he pushed himself back up and pointed at a shed on the far side of the stable-yard. "Across the yard... mmm third door on ther right, the blue one... he'll be in there in ten minutes."
"Yes. I'm going to take a little walk." The tiger's voice was so business like, as if the idea the ram might not do what he said never even occurred to him, slinky tail dancing from side to side he eyed the ram stoically "You won't be seeing Fornoth again. Fear taints the meat, remember that. this could be the beginning of a Very.. profitable relationship for you."
Aesc licks his lips, biting back a soft bleat as he watched the tiger start off across the yard, "I... think It will be an interesting relationship..." Starring down at the cheque in his hand the farmer chewed his bottom lip. He could still throw this away, refuse the deal and the tiger might leave... Another rumble of thunder out of the cloudless summer sky made him hunch his shoulders and look around for the tiger warily. He had a feeling it was too late, it had been too late from the moment he had walked up to him in the diner.
Taking a deep breath he squared his shoulders and strode into the stable to wake the horse he had just sold. He chivvied Fornoth across the yard, not giving the sleepy silver and black stallion time to wake up fully. It was easy to get him out of the stable and into the milking room. It was a familiar room to the horse and he was quite eager to get in there again after being made to cool his heels for over a week.
"Wait here," Aesc ordered in a perfunctory manner, "One of the hands will be in to help soon."
Fornost yawned, stretching, his sleek nude frame on display for the ram, "Mmmff k yer the boss....will be good to get a load off, you've kept me pent up much too long."
Aesc just smiled at the horse, trying to make sure none of his nervousness showed. "You will get a big one off I am sure, behave now." Shutting the door he turned and hurried across the courtyard, looking back at the milking shed he paused almost going back. The air rumbled, a hot breeze blowing through his fur and with a shuddering bleat the sheep hurried back to the farmhouse.
The "Farm han" soon made his apperance, a new fellow, a tiger with deep rich orange fur, wearing a pair of grungy old overalls with lots of dark brown stains on them. He smiled at the horse, a rumble of thunder echoing outside the milking shed as the tiger let the door swing shut. It was a bit louder, now, the storm slowly moving closer perhaps?
"Hello there. So tell me," the tiger purred, as he started turning on the milking machine, examining the tubes and feeds... "What size 'pumper' do you use?"
The stallion sat up, flicking his ears and whickering at the rumble of thunder, "Oh erm the size 12..." he licked his lips nervously, eyeing the tiger up and down, "You new to the farm? Not seen you about..." he watched the machine come to life and relaxed a bit as it to started, it was good to see the new guy knew how to handle the contraption at least.
"Oh, I'm actually a bit of a Specialist, you might say... Aesc brought me in to fulfil a special order." The tiger picked the size twelve, noting there were still four sizes larger in the elaborate selection. He brought the large tube over to the horse smiling reassuringly at him. "A very special order, and they need it filled tonight, for dinner. I asked Aesc, who would best be able to fill it, and he recommended you." The tiger grinned wider. "Now, wait, do you normally get pumped while you're sitting down, like this... or do you have to get in the a milking frame, like at the normal bars?"
He glanced around the room, eyes lightning up when he saw the large wooden frame at the other end of the shed complete with restraints. It was a set of two poles set several feet apart, designed to hold someone in place and give the farm hand access to their body from all sides as needed.
Fornoth hesitated at the question, his long, wide horse dick already starting to slip out of its fuzzy home at the tone the tiger was using. He blushes as Charn informs him that the farmer recommended him personally. "Well that's up to the hand on duty. Some of them like us.. to be free to move about, others like the restraints... we tend to erm.. have a sorta relaxed attitude ya know? Long as the collection isn't waisted..." He smiled encouragingly at the tiger, the scent of male horse growing stronger as he stood up. "What'd you prefer?"
"Well, the customer would like a pretty Thorough milking.. they want the best of the best, and I intend to give them Every drop you've got." A half smile flittered across his muzzle as he gestured to the frame. "Step in, big boy, and I hope you haven't been using those big boulders today, they're about to get a work out."
The amiable beast allowed the tiger to strap him in with the sturdy leather restraints, flicking his ears and whickering softly as his hooves where pulled apart firmly and tied against the poles also. Fornoth was clean and well muscled under his fur, his large orbs swayed between his legs as he settled into the familiar sturdy restraints, arms and legs spread, cock sticking out in front of him proudly, pre beading on the tip adding to his rich male scent.
The tiger grumbled as he started to stand, getting a nose full of the raw, undiluted masculine fragrance of his purchase. Large feline paws stroked along those big muscles, just admiring the beautiful physique. Satisfied that the horse wasn't getting out of the restraints he walked away, starting to open cupboards to see what else the sheep kept stocked to help get his herds off when collecting.
What he found was a surprising collection of toys, pouches, leather accessories, hoods and other items more suited to some dominatrixes dungeon of pleasure then a professional stud milking shed. But then from what Fornoth had been saying earlier about a relaxed attitude he figured this was the normal state of affairs for Aesc's farm. He ran his fingers over some of the larger toys but settled for something that would suit his intentions for Fornoth. It was a long, tapering toy with a spiralling strip of metal embedded in the plastic, reaching from the base to the tip. The handle was heavier then normal thanks to the electrical motor, it was the sort of e-stimulator that could be used to make a guy loose himself in unberable, tingling edging pleasure. His ears twitched, the tiger pulling his attention back to what the horse was saying, he'd allowed himself to become distracted by the selection of toys.
"What was that?" He rumbled out gruffily, turning to face the horse, keeping the stimulator hidden behind his back.
Fornoth smirked softly and tugged on his restraints in a playful manner, "I said you must new to this farm, you'd know those of us on herd only get our rocks off when we're collecting, makes it more potent and keeps our levels up." He wriggled, thrusting his hips forward to show off his drooling dick and heavy, bulging balls. "I've not been milked in about 8 days now." he let his long tail swish from side to side as he whickered eagerly. "I really need this."
The rumbling of thunder sounded louder, almost on top of the milking shed now as the tiger moved behind the horse, eyeing over his 'property'. His paw slid down his growling belly smiling happily as he weighted the BreedPro anal stimulator. He applied a healthy layer of lube to the toy then worked it gently, professionally up the stallion's backside, nestling it in firmly against that thick, swollen prostate of his stallion.
He didn't turn it on however just worked it steadily into Fornoth's arse causing the stallion to whicker, ears flitting back as the tiger's deep, rumbling purr bypassed his concious mind and introduced itself to his hind brain. He moaned as that stimulator slipped deeper into his arse, pre drooling from his tip, leaking along his length and soaking his needy nuts in soft, masculine musk.
Rumbling in pleasure at the horse's reaction Charn reached around with his free hand, paw gliding down his stomach. "Now there is one thing you may not be used to that we're going to do this time..." His fingers worked down to his naval, slid about the base of his sheath and gripped the top of the stallion's ballsack, not touching the orbs themselves, but the very top of the pouch.. He fiddled with it, the horse shuddering as he felt something snug being wrapped about the top of his heavy pouch, pulled tight and locked in place, pushing those nuts down low, trapping them away from his body. It ached nicely, causing Fornoth to whicker and snort in a mixture of pleasure and unease at the unusual sensation.
"Oooh fuck that feels ahhh what mmffff tha's new! What is it?" he squirmed, trying to look down at his balls but his dick was in the way of his sac so he couldn't see, just feel the aching need. Biting his lips he snorted through his nostrils. "Fuck.... yer good... oooh make me cum please... fuck turn it on already mate, you any idea how... hard it is to live in a stable with randy guys and not be able to whack one off? Eight days is torture!" His dick jerked, slapping his stomach firmly as he clenched about the toy.
Charn chuckled, one paw smoothing down the sleek fur of the stallion's back. "Not yet, stud..." He openly groped those fat balls, his purr turning to a deep growl, as he felt over the heavy, taut orbs just hanging there, ripe and ready for the tiger to claim. He fingered the velcro that he had wrapped so snugly around that top of the pouch, letting one of his claws glide over the small silver ring set in the black fabric. It was just wide enough for a finger to fit in hanging down from the back of the strap, nestled against those heavy black balls.
"I have to make sure we get a nice, thick load from you..." He leant into the horse's back, reaching around and slowly feeding that big hard cock into the thick milking tube. The inner walls were made of slick foam that moulded itself intimately to the shape of his dick. A quick press of a button and the tube shuddred as it vaccuum sealed against the root of Fornoth's shaft.
Panting the stud groaned as the tube slipped over his dick, the flared tip fitting snugly in the bell shaped end, the vaccuum seal around the base of his cock causing him to whinny in anticipation. The pawing at his fat balls and the deep growling lust coming from the tiger had him squirming in his restraints, panting with a deep seated need to cum. "I promise... a big load... just let me cum, please turn it on... turn it on." He was begging now, eager for the stimulator or the milking machine to be activated. He could feel the fingers around the velcro strip and the way it caused his nuts to hang taught, bulging in their home, making them feel larger, he could feel them pulsing causing him to thrust his hips, trying to drive his rock hard stud maker into something. "Please...."
Charn tsk'd, grinning wickedly, keeping the horse on edge for a few more minutes, letting him beg before turning the sleeve on... but only to it's lowest setting. The stud had the reaction he had been hoping, so used to the middle range setting he didn't know how to react to such a gentle teasing suction. It was the most subtle of caresses, gently coaxing at his proud flesh. "You'll get off, I promise," he purred, as he removed the tube that normally fed the 'product' into the machine and instead plugged it into a jar to the side. Intent on collecting the pure, raw product instead.
"Ahhhh promise? Fuuuck can barely feel that mffff" Fornoth squirmed, thrusting his hips up as if moving it would have some effect. His cock twitching, more pre-cum oozing out of the tip, slurped by the gentle suction into the tube, oblivious to what the tiger was up too. Charn grinned maliciously as he finished fiddling with the machines and turned the estim on - to it's lowest setting as well and the horse buckednad moaned as he felt the dull tingling , slowly, gradually tightening the muscles in his groin.
It was maddening, for poor Fornoth, the e-stim and the extra weight between his legs caused by the tie around his nuts had him squirming as the need to blow built, the tightening in his groin causing him to whimper and sway his body back and forth. Snorting through his large nostrils he whinnied, sweat sluicing down his muscular frame as he wriggled and tugged at his restraints, panting heavily, "Gotta get off.... oooh please..." the tingling, tightening of his muscles so unlike what he was used too it had him incoherantly babbling and pleading with the tiger.
Charn just growled in delight, still gripping the stallion's body, playing over it with his paws. Farm hands generaly wheren't allowed to handle the studs like this at other bars and farms he had visited. Stroking up that strong belly he kneading Fornoth's muscular chest... leaning in to nibble at the back of the stallion's neck. The estim and the milker both inched up a bit as he adjusted them. The pleasure from both trying to pull the horse's awareness in different directions... so much so that Fornoth couldn't focus on one over the other. Then again Charn was certainly enjoying it, growling as he pressed himself against the horse more firmly, his deep rumbling purr echoing in time to the dark rumbling in the atmosphere. Fornoth was torn between the milking of his proud cock, the endless, tormenting suction and the tingling tightening, pulsing sensation in his crotch. The stud was reduced to bucking his hips in both directions, trying to encourage lovers that weren't there. Eyes closed, head back, shivering at the stroking, teasing, gasping as those sharp fangs grazed his neck.
It' was about all he could stand, the need was heavy, his balls swaying back and forth, slapping against his thighs, pulling tighter as the urge to blow got heavier, the need unberable as he tugged on the restraints. He didn't care what the tiger did to him right now as long as it involved him blowing his load, his nuts felt so heavy, so full he could feel them pulsing in their home with the promise of what was to come when he finally blew his load.
"Please... more.... need... more...."
Fornoth whimpered, struggling, eyes squeezed shut as he felt his nuts trying to pull up against his body, but that cuff kept them down... down, away, tightly gripping them. They ached fiercely now, an extra 'spice' to go with the growing pleasure in his loins. The tiger's purr hit a new level as he allowed his hand to descend, rubbing over the nuts. The stallion's eyes snapped open and he neighed loudly, that paw felt like furry magma,so hot, so warm and powerful against the cool flesh of his nuts. Fornoth was lost, body quivering, cock twitching, pre-cum being drained by the sucking tube and all the while Charn's finger was moving across his heavy balls, sliding through the metal ring attached to the tightr velcro cuff.
"Are you ready to get your rocks off, stud?" He growled, slowly kneeling, nipping and biting along his prey's shoulders, his waist, until he was nose to nuts with the big stallion. He reached over, cranking both estim and milker to half way, without any warning. Suddenly Fornoth's cock was being churned, sucked and gripped and rubbed, his body involuntarily convulsing as the estim Forced a climax that his tight imprisoned balls just couldn't give.... the tendons contracted, pulling upwards, but the nuts were trapped, and Fornoth screamed in pleasure and shock as he felt the cords and tendons seperate, his nuts literally pulled off of their cords by his own body's wild, uncontrolled explosion or orgasmic pleasure.
The stud wasn't entirely sure what had just happened, swaying back and forth in the restraints he nickered and screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Eyes open wide, mouth hanging open as his cock drooled into the tube, shaft jerking and twitching, splattring the sucking tube with copious amounts of rich pre cum. The rush of thick sticky warmth that should have been flooding the tube however was missing. It felt so wrong but the tingling in his rump still had him maoning and bucking back and forth. Fighting a loosing battle as he continued trying to fire, he could feel the weight of his balls, heavy and warm between his legs, their presence, but not the tingling surging rush of liquid from his loins into the tube.
"Some... something doesn't feel.. right... what... ahhh" he was aware that something wasn't right but the estim and suction were driving him to distraction, his eyes followed the slick white flow of precum, prostatic fluid and other chemicals squirting into the tube without issue. But all that thick stud pudding remained trapped inside his heavy balls. "Sir... what... I... no!" He screamed as the tiger pulled on the silver ring, and inside the velcro cuff a monofilament wire cleaved smoothly through the flesh of his nutsac. He felt his heavy, full, trussed nuts drop into the tiger's waiting paw, the feline purred deeply, his own overalls growing soaked at the front as he pulsed into his own pants, without even touching himself.
"Oh?" he gasped in delight, leaning against the stallion as the two machines continue their dirty work, draining the debauched stud dry. Charn lifted the heavy black nuts, still sealed at the top by the velcro tie. Resting them to the side, the tiger stood up..... seeming to bulge, flexing, growing bigger, stronger, his muscled more heavily defined. Moving around behind the trapped stallio- gelding he placed his paws on the small of his back and growled.
"What.. what happened... what did you do... I.. I can't feel my balls... I can't cum! You promised I could cum!" Gasping the horse hung his head, panting and whimpering at the sudden lack of weight beneath his cock eyes rolling wildly as he watched the tiger set his nutsac aside so carefully as if they were a pecious package.
"Are those...no.. oh gods please no!" He trailed off with a snuffling whimper as the suddenly larger presence behind him dug claws into his back, tugging at his cuffs, squealing in panic trying to ignore the sucking, stimulating torment on his suddenly over sensitive dick but it was hard and part of his brain locked into the unfullfilled need to cum. The thunder rumbled, louder this time, in the room with him, shaking and tugging at his bonds the horse started to scream, his desperate pleas buried under the large felines rumbling purr....
Twenty minutes later, the ram farmer Aesc was standing outside the door to the stables, it had been over an hour now reaching for the handl to open the door he froze as the door was pulled open before he could touch it. He found himself staring up at the larger, thicker, burlier tiger who was grinning widely, leaning down to greet the sheep with a broad lick of a feline tongue to his nose. Inside... the stallion was nowhere to be seen, Aesc could smell him though though. Fear, mostly. And blood. Blood pooled underneath where the milking frame, the e-stimulator still vibrating on the ground, the milking tube whirring away. The tiger helds up something black, round - the stallion's severed pouch, with his fat heavy nuts still resting inside. In his other paw, a jar filled with a slightly pinkish, whitish fluid. The tiger seemed OH so pleased as he stepped out into the courtyard.
"Sorry for the mess... but yes.. I anticipate coming back. Once a month, say? Should allow you to keep stocked. My only requisite... that I have an hour, alone, with your biggest stud." He chuckled, and glanced down at the wide eyed, terrified sheep. "You may have some trouble keeping yourself stocked with males bigger than you." His eyes hardened, voice a deep purr as he delivered an ultimatum that left the sheep reeling. "I will *always* take the biggest one back with me." He rubbed his belly growling softly now, back to a warm purr of delight. "Have a nice evening, Aesc I will be back in the morning to discuss... setting your farm up properly to tend my needs."
The tiger walked off, his satisfied purring fading out as he moved to his truck, stumbling into the milking shed Aesc reached out to turn off the milking machine, lifting the tube he yelped and droped it at the grisly surprise waiting inside. The still erect shaft of the missing stallion, whimpering the sheep sank down into a crouch, paws trembling as he looked around, trying to understand just what he had gotten himself and his farm into. He had a horrible suspicion the only way out of this was to go the way of Fornoth and in the morning he had a feeling it would get worse. A deep booming rumble of thunder directly overhead shocked the sheep out of his horrified trance, scampering he hurried to clean the milking shed. He had to keep this secret, keep this hidden from his employees and work out the best way to keep the tiger satisfied and avoid the dark fate waiting for him if he failed to supply....
~fin