FSE

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By Lampwick

Bradley settled on the grass, having carefully chosen a spot where the grass was both dry and free of deposits by the local residents. Several of the large, shaggy goats were already wandering over, curious about the young human. He swallowed nervously and looked back towards the distant campsite. He shivered slightly despite the warm summer night. If any of the other guys caught him...

Pushing that thought from his mind, Bradley forced himself to stay calm as the leader, a thick-bodied male with white fur and heavy, curving horns stopped a few feet away. It sniffed in his direction, ears flicking, then ambled a few steps closer. Although it was probably close to midnight, the full moon and clear sky provided plenty of light. A golden eye focused on him, the curious rectangular iris shifting slightly. Then the big male strode over and grabbed hold of his T-shirt with surprisingly strong jaws.

"Hey!" The boy was startled by the sudden aggressiveness, and had to resist the instinct to yank free and run. His heart pounded as the animal tugged hard, stretching the fabric almost to the point of tearing. But then the goat released the shirt and stared at him again. It bleated once, then nosed the slightly damp spot where its saliva had darkened the sleeve. After a few seconds, it grabbed the sleeve again and yanked, this time upward, and then released it again.

Did he want to eat the shirt? Bradley wasn't sure he wanted to sacrifice the olive green garment, since that would only leave him the rather aromatic one he'd worn the first three days of this extended camping trip. Then again, they were heading back tomorrow, and a van full of sweaty teenagers wasn't going to be improved by one clean shirt. And more importantly, Bradley wanted to take it off.

He lifted the bottom up slowly, not wanting to startle the goat. It showed no reaction, so he pulled it up over his head and tugged it off his arms. So far there hadn't been a problem with mosquitoes, and he fervently hoped the sudden expanse of bare skin wouldn't serve as a beacon. He started to fold the shirt up, but then held it out to the goat. It sniffed and snorted once, then bleated at him.

Giving a shrug, Bradley dropped the shirt on the ground next to him. "So, you aren't hungry?" He wondered if goats really did eat stuff like cloth and tin cans and stuff. Probably not when they had a whole mountain covered with thick grass and clover. Almost in response, the goat dropped its head and nipped at the leg of his shorts.

That startled the boy for more than one reason. First of all, the prompt seemed intentional. And Bradley had planned to strip. Well, plan was pretty ambitious a word. More like half-heartedly wondered if he could work up the courage. He looked back down the slope, heart pounding. What if the Scoutmaster checked on him? What if someone had seen him sneak off and was watching from the trees right now? Taking off his shirt would be easy to explain, but getting naked in a herd of goats? If he wasn't so exposed...

The goat watched him another few seconds, and then gave a few bleats. This time, they must have been directed to the herd rather than Bradley, for the mass of animal ambled his way. The odor increased exponentially as Bradley was surrounded by the herd, several of them sniffing at him curiously as they passed. They spread out slightly over the hilly terrain with boy and male goat in the center, until Bradley could no longer see past them in any direction.

And no one could see him. It seemed too good to be true, but instead of questioning his luck Bradley undid the belt and wriggled out of his shorts and then pulled off his hiking shoes. Since he'd come out commando style, that left him completely naked on the grass. He flushed in embarrassment even though he was alone, fighting the urge to get dressed and run back to camp before he took this too far.

Not that there was much to see. He'd passed puberty, but only just. A few wisps of dark hair surrounded his uncut penis, and though several wet dreams had proven functionality, his testicles were unremarkable. He was actually pretty average for 14, at least based on what he'd snuck peeks at in the locker room at school. And like the average 14 year-old, he had a strong desire to experiment and no outlet for those interests.

Which explained his presence on this lonely, dark mountainside at midnight. Ever since spotting the goats on the first day camping, Bradley had been struck with the idea of a lot of available female parts to play with. What would it be like to mate with one of them? Goats were herbivores, and while these were bigger than he'd expected, not too threatening. If they didn't like being handled, the worst they were likely to do was run off, or maybe kick or bite with flat teeth.

Reaching out cautiously, Bradley let the big male sniff his fingers, and then scratched the bearded chin gently. With him seated, the animal was eye-to-eye . Bradley whispered "Mind sharing some of your lady friends?," and grinned. Of the more than twenty goats, it looked like all but this one was female. The handful of kids were too young to identify, but they didn't count.

The male gave a loud bleat and pushed forward suddenly, springing up so that its forelegs rose over Bradley's shoulders and the boy was forced onto his back. Startled, the boy found himself looking up at the shaggy chest, off-white fur matted and dirty. Before he could recover, warm liquid splattered on his crotch and moved up his belly and chest as the goat walked over him. Even though the smell was strong, Bradley did not think to close his mouth before some of the heavy urine shot between his lips. He closed his eyes against the spray, disgusted and finding it funny at the same time. The goat was pissing on him! When the hosing off ended, he was drenched, hair plastered to his head and urine pooling around him.

"Gross!' Bradley cringed as the animal continued over him, but other than having his face brushed by the huge furry ballsack as it passed, there were no further indignities. His nose wrinkled. "Oh, man, I reek!" At least the goat had waited until he'd taken his clothes off. He'd definitely need to wash off in the creek before he went back. Twisting around, he saw that the big male had wandered off and was grazing.

Weird thing was, the smell was getting him turned on. His moderate equipment was coming to full attention, and as strong as the stink was, he almost liked it. He thought about beating off, but then remembered why he was here. Female parts. He'd seen pictures and movies and stuff. From what he could see, the goat cunts were not that much different. Well, they were black. But he couldn't get one pregnant, and he didn't think goats had any kind of social diseases.

Afraid of being seen, he rolled to hands and knees and looked around. Most of the animals were ignoring him, but a few had come closer. One large female sniffed at him and bleated, then turned and waggled her tail. After a few seconds, she let loose with a stream of piss that splattered the ground in front of him.

What was it with goats and pissing? Bradley wasn't grossed out this time - he caught a scent over his own smell, and dropped his head to investigate the pool. The female remained where she was, tail still wiggling and the black folds of her cunt glistening lightly in the moonlight. Damn! She wanted him!

Bradley remained on his hands a knees, mind racing. Did he really want to do this? Well, duh. He was naked, covered in goat piss, and had a raging boner. Should he do this? The consequences of getting caught remained terrible, but not so important as they had just a little while ago. He felt giddy, excited, flushed with need. One plus - his cock was bigger than the male goat's, though not so much that it would be a problem with the female.

The act was so sudden and spontaneous that he was done almost before he realized what he was doing. The doe had stopped in front of him, and he rose up to a crouch and thrust towards her opening. The first couple of jabs met air or leg, but then he scored a direct hit. Bradley gasped as the warm, slick flesh tightened around his penis and both he and the goat gave grunts of pleasure. Once, twice, three thrusts in rapid succession, and then he shot his load. He shuddered in release, gripping the goat's fur as he came.

He withdrew and sat down hard, exhilarated and disappointed at the same time. Sure, it had felt amazing, but that had been a matter of seconds! And he was still hard. The goat had taken a few steps forward, but looked back at him. Another round? He was game if she was. This time he found her opening on the second thrust, and the ejaculation held off a little longer.

Her scent was strong, and he gripped her sides with his arms as he continued the ride. The goat was bigger and stronger than she had looked and he was able to slide over her back this time. It was hard to think of anything but her smell and the need and the sensations. Climax was even more intense this time, a white blast of pleasure that rippled through his entire body.

Sliding off her back, Bradley panted, still on hands and knees. The female was apparently sated, trotting off briskly. He remained wide eyed and slightly dazed by the experience. Then there was a gentle splashing and a new scent. Another female had approached him and was waggling her tail in invitation. He felt himself start to piss, but made no effort to stop. Instead, he dropped his head so the stream splattered on his chin and arms. It just seemed like the right thing to do. And damn, he felt good! His balls hung heavy, his cock was hard. This female rubbed against him, almost like a cat or friendly dog, and he found himself returning the attention. He pressed his urine-streaked chin on her back and rubbed, and slid skin against fur.

Curiously, though he was aware of doing more things, the experience seemed to blur more. He didn't care, though. Sliding over the doe's back, he found her opening on the second thrust and pushed in. Rapid thrusting, sudden spurting. Pleasure. Release. And then he did it all again. And again. And again.

A copper-red glimmer of light broke over the horizon, signaling the coming of morning. Bradley blinked and stretched out on the grass, still surrounded by goats. Damn! He had to get back to camp! Scrambling up, he looked for his clothing. The memory of his actions last night was a happy, confusing blur of pleasure, satisfaction, and raw instinct. There was no guilt, no shame. It had all been right, natural.

He found one of his shoes and the shirt. The shorts were a bit further away, but the other shoe was nowhere to be seen. One of his new friends' breakfast? The shirt had a strong, rancid stink that was unlike that of the goats around him. Is that what he smelled like? Human. He thought of all the other scouts down in the campsite. Except he couldn't quite think of anyone's name. Weird. Humans. They were all humans. That troubled him a moment, but then he decided to get dressed and get back before he was discovered.

One of the females pressed against him as he struggled to pick up the shirt. He recognized her scent. Then another. And another. They crowded against him, rubbing and pushing, making it hard for him to concentrate. Why couldn't he grab the shirt? He pawed at it over and over, staring dully at the dark brown cloven hoof as it slid over the fabric.

Hoof? Bradley blinked in gradual comprehension, and then stopped to stare. His hand was a cloven hoof, his arm a slender foreleg. He twisted around suddenly with a bleat of surprise. Furry body, furry legs, furry tail waggling wildly. So many strong female scents, and the unpleasant odor that came from the shirt. He was a goat. The idea seemed ridiculous and yet he had no trouble accepting it. In fact, when he tried to remember himself as a boy, the memory was just another blurred human tied to the stink on the ground.

What was wrong with being a goat? A swirl of dark thoughts danced just out of reach, vague fears and despairs that were fading into inconsequence. He was aware that everything of his past life was lost, identity, family, friends. And some small part of that awareness included the knowledge that his life would be much shorter and simpler. This was all mildly confusing more than distressing, for the concepts required intelligence and reason no longer available. It did not matter how or why, only what was. And he was a goat. Another buck. Would the leader accept him?

The male's scent struck him hard, and he saw the bigger animal approach with dripping beard and forelegs. Bradley's tail still waggled furiously, and he turned and squatted to pee in front of the buck. Need. The actions were familiar from last night, performed by his partners. A twist of the neck revealed sturdy udders instead of a ballsack. Her partners. It seemed that there was a place in the herd for Bradley after all. She rubbed against the male, her sex slick and hot.

The third mating was interrupted by a couple of two-legged creatures approaching from the woods below. She felt the male slide off her back and bleat warning that sent the others trotting up the hillside. Faint recognition kept the female from bolting immediately. The creatures picked up the bad-smelling soft thing she had been pawing at earlier and seemed to get excited. They were male, she could tell that much from their scents. What would it be like to mate with one of them? Then instinct won out over curiosity, and the goat bleated and scampered to catch up to the rest of her herd.

End