{"sf1_id":715923,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Gruff enough?","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":1593,"posted_at":"2014-06-09T19:49:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Bestiality","Goat","M/F","Vaginal","fairy tale","troll"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/715923-gruff-enough","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/715923","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=715923\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#5 of Twisted Tales\n\nOk, so I'm still posting. Sue me. A psychotic brain has to let off steam, now more than ever. Here is another fractured fairy tale. Just don't be surprised if I do have lapses in posting.","content":"                The\nNorwegians have a tale about a troll under a bridge. Well, there was a troll,\nand he was ugly, but he didn't quite deserve the reputation he ended up with.                 There\nonce lived a quiet little troll. He lived under a bridge alongside a river. He\nloved it there in the shade, for trolls were none too fond of strong sunlight.\nHe would come out at night when the glaring orb was on the other side of the\nearth and few folks were out and about. As I'm sure you can understand, people\nthought the troll was evil merely because he happened to be ugly.                Now\ntrolls do have a little magic. It's mostly of the harmless kind, like knowing\nthe lore about plants and mushrooms and being able to disguise themselves as\nrocks or boulders. This is how the troll got to have a little piece and quiet,\nfor even when the boys from the local village came to fish, they would sit on\nhim and never know the difference.  It\ndidn't bother the old troll, because he too liked to fish. All he ate was fish.\nHe would slip into the water at night and wait, still as a stone, until a large\ntrout or salmon swam by. Then, bam, he would grab it in his strong hands and\ndevour it.                Now,\nanother little bit of magic that trolls had was in understanding many forms of\ncommunication, from the buzzing of bees to the chatter of humans. They often\ndidn't listen, because they had sensitive ears and often tuned out the constant\ndrone around them. But there were occasions when the noise got to be too much,\nespecially if it was of a certain type. In this case, it was the one defect\nwith making living under a bridge your permanent home.                Foot\ntraffic wasn't bad, but sheep and horses and goats and cows tromping over could\nget very irritating. If they passed quickly, then there was no problem. But if\nthey lingered too long, then the troll got a little angry.                 There\nwere three particular goats that gave him fits. He had figured out long ago\nthat they must have known he was under the bridge, for they would dance on the\nboards, making a terrible racket. One day, he had enough. When he heard them\ncrossing he jumped out, regardless of whether or not he was seen by any humans.                The\nthree goats paused and stared. \"Troll toll!' he yelled.                The\nsmallest looked frightened. \"Don't eat us!\"                That\ntook the troll aback. \"I'm not going to eat you! But since you can't seem to\npass over my bridge without making so much noise, I think that you owe me\nsomething for crossing it!\"                The\nmiddle goat came forward. \"But we have nothing. We are simple goats!\"                \"Simple\ngoats? I think not. Many goats cross this bridge, but only you three take\ndelight in stomping across daily. What need of you to cross so often? What s\nthere on one side that you don't have on the other?\"                \"Why,\nwe live on that side,\" said the largest of them, pointing back the way they had\ncome with his head. \"This side has the better greens to eat.\"                The\ntroll thought and thought. He wasn't against folks eating, but he hated the\nnoise these three made. \"That may be, but since you are callous in your\nmethods, I feel I have the right to exact payment from you. So cough it up!' He\nballed up his fist and tried to look mean. He didn't have to try.                They\nbacked away in terror. \"Please don't eat us! We really don't have anything for\nyou!\"                The\nmiddle goat paused.\"Well, may I do.\" You see, of the three, she was a nanny, not a\nbilly.                He\nglared at her. \"What could you possibly have?\"                \"Nothing\nconcrete I'm sure, but nonetheless, something that might interest you.\"                \"Go\non.\"                \"Well,\nthe boys in the village delight in tying me up and practicing mating with me.\nIt's not so bad, even if I am out of season. Are there any lady trolls here\nabouts, or could I interest you in a little mating practice of your own? I'm\nsure it gets lonely under the bridge.\"                That\nthrew the troll off his guard. He hadn't seen a female troll in years. Every\nonce in a while he did get a hankering for a little one on one fun. He had\nnever considered doing it outside of his species. He looked her up and down. If\nshe was willing, what did he have to lose?                \"Done!\nFollow me under the bridge.\"                The\nnanny nodded to the others, who took off across the bridge and to the green\nmeadows. She stomped after the troll until they were hidden in the shadows of\nthe bridge. She was sort of a no-nonsense sort of female and turned around,\ndisplaying her hindquarters to him.                 He\nlooked at her backside and twitched his face. Her breeding hole was too small\nfor the likes of him, even if it was just barely. If he penetrated her it would\nbe amidst bleats and cries that would draw everyone for a mile around. Then he\nthought of something. \"Wait here!\"                She\nturned and watched him lope off.  He\nwalked along the stream and reached down, plucking a plant from along the\nwater's edge. He came back and stuck it in front of her face. \"Marsh Mallow.\"  He washed the roots in the stream, and then\nsqueezed the roots onto his enormous cock. A trickle of juice rained down.                \"There.\nThat just might do it!\" He grabbed her haunches and pressed his oversized meat\ninto her hole. It slid in, but at the cost of the silence under the bridge. She\nwas so loud in her cries that he was forced to clamp a ham hand over her mouth,\neffectively silencing her. He would have felt worse, but it had been her\nsuggestion after all. With one hand quieting her, and the other on her hip, he\nshoved and shoved until he could go no farther. Yeah, he missed the female\ntrolls alright. He just might have to tear up roots and go looking for one.                He had\nforgotten what this was like. It was all coming back to him now. As for the\ngoat, she hadn't felt a pressure in her belly like this since the last kid she\nhad birthed. Now it felt like one had climbed back inside. A troll might not be\nmuch bigger than a human, but in some respects they out matched them. This one\ncould screw a pony!                She was\nthankful he had bothered finding something to make this easier. As it was, each\npass he made felt like an old man's wooden cane being thrashed about inside\nthere. When he pushed in hard, she felt like her opening was being pulled\ninside. She wasn't sure how much of this she could take, not like she had a\nchoice. His grip was iron.                He was\ngrunting away happily, remembering how it had been when he was young. This\nlittle goat was a pretty good substitute for the real thing. He screwed her\nwith a passion for the next ten minutes until he felt his insides boil up. With\na grunt and a push, he pressed himself against her as his seed flowed forth.\nShe could feel the pressure build. It only subsided when the troll pulled out.\nA cascade of semen flowed to the bank and into the water.                He let\nher go, but all she could do was fall in the mud. \"Gracious me! When was the\nlast time you mated?\"                He was\nwatching the cum flow from her backside. \"Many, many years. Thank you little\nnanny. You may go now.\"                She\nturned to him. \"Oh, I think not. If you think that I'm going to get pounded\nlike that every day, you have another thing coming!\"                He\nlooked down at her. \"What do you suggest?\"                \"There\nare two more of us you know!\"                \"But\nthey are billy goats!\" he cried.                \"Yes,\nand they have a hole too!\"                \"What\ndo you mean?\"                She\nstood on wobbly legs and wiggled her backside. \"The boys use both holes.\"                He\nlooked at her and pondered. \"The one under the tail? That's not for mating!\"                \"No,\nbut what would you care? A hole is a hole. I think it would serve them right!\"                \"Hmmm.\nI don't know if that would work...\" He was squinting down at hers. \"Well, there's\nno time like the present!\"                He\ngrabbed her again and pressed his cock against her rectum. He grabbed her tail\nand yanked it upwards, stretching it to accept his size. Once he was in, his\nhand had to clamp down on her mouth again, for the air was filled anew with her\ncries. He found that surprisingly, this hole was very similar to the other,\nleastwise in a goat.                He\nworked away for an indeterminate amount of time, stabilizing her body as he\nfucked her ass with glee. Yes, this would do nicely in the other two goats. He\ncouldn't wait to try them out. But in the mean time, he was more than happy\nwhere he was. This she-goat was a wonderful little novelty. He was glad she had\nsuggested this. It was a really sweet thing for her to do. He only hoped that\nwhen all was said and done, his manners in this hadn't been too... gruff.                                "}