{"sf1_id":813419,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Ain't No Mountain High Enough","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2999,"posted_at":"2015-01-30T18:23:00.000Z","tags":["Bestiality","Human","M/F","Restrained","Rockies","Trapped","Vaginal","Zoophilia","mountain","mountain goat","rescued","wilderness"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/813419-ain-t-no-mountain-high-enough","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/813419","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=813419\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#28 of A Real Animal Lover\n\nThis will be the last of this series for a while. They are a challenge, but I think I need something less challenging for a month or so.","content":"           OK. So I let slip mention of a\ntryst with a Mountain Goat. You people are quick to nail me on these details.\nSo yes, I did do a member of the goat family, so start making your jokes now...Except the Mountain Goat isn't a\ngoat at all. And if you didn't know that already, shame on you! I'm not here to\ngive you another biology lesson. Let's just say that the word goat is only\napplied to the animal because of its general looks, and that these sure footed,\nwhite fleeced quadrupeds are extremely curious animals that find living in the\nelevated regions of western North America ideal to their physical adaptations.But they are not goats.We can discuss their anatomy and\nphysiology later if you like.It happened when I was hiking in\nthe Rockies; where exactly I will not say, for even today the news of what I\ndid might spark some outrage. As you'll see I did no harm, which is my motto,\nbut what I did was perhaps slightly unethical. Let's just say that if I had\nbeen a bear or some other predator then the matter would have ended in a much\nmore grizzly manner.Get it? Grizzly!I'm here all week. The weather was beautiful, and the\nmountains even more so. I came equipped for staying out several days, for when\nthe weather was this nice you took advantage of it. It was midsummer, so there\nwas no danger of the worst possible climatic disaster; that of a sudden snow\nstorm, but even a heavy rain while up in the heights of the towering peaks\ncould prove to be an experience a person would not soon forget.I packed with me a sleeping bag, a small\ntent, jerky, several gallons of water, and a few other necessities.  I know it doesn't sound like much, but I\ncould endure more than I think most people gave me credit for. I made my way\nfor about six miles, climbing ever higher into the alpine biome until my view\nacross the valley below was absolutely gorgeous.Way off in the distance, and yet on\nthe same peak as I myself was standing, I could see a few white specks. To the\nuntrained eye they might have appeared to be lingering patches of snow, but in\nthese summer months, in the open crags were I spotted them, they could only be one\nthing.I pulled out my binoculars and\nzoomed in on the shapes. Even then, from this distance, they were barely discernible,\nbut their leaps from ledge to ledge proved that my eyes had been correct. I\nwatched them for a while as they made impossible movements across inaccessible slopes\nwhere even one wrong move would have seen them to their death. I was overjoyed at my luck in being\nso close to these animals, but I had come to enjoy more than just staring at\nlittle shapes on the face of the mountain. This time of year there was a plethora\nof animal species to enjoy, from the little tufted eared squirrels to the\nvarious eagles, hawks and other raptors that called these mountains home.I found a small open area that didn't\nseem to have anything growing that might suffer from my presence, so I set up\nmy meager camp and relaxed for a while. I wasn't used to the thinner air and my\nbody was letting me know that it wasn't too happy about all the hiking I had\nbeen doing. I dozed for a bit before coming to. I'm not certain what, if anything\nwoke me up, but I started with a jerk before getting my head about me.I was feeling better, for carring\nall of the water that I thought I would need to the top had been a chore. Now I\nwanted to make some food, so I built a small fire pit and went in search of\nsome dry wood with which to cook my food.Now back in these days, hiking was\na lot less restricted than it is today. The same went for making fires, but I\nwas wise enough to know how to keep it contained. I had a small folding handsaw\nin my pack and armed with this I went in search of some dead wood. I didn't have\nto look too far. The real problem was finding something that wouldn't burn like\nmatchsticks. Up here a lot of the trees were pine, and pine is notoriously fast\nwhen it comes to fire. I need steady heat, not a flash in the pan conflagration.As I was scouring the area for an\noak or other deciduous tree, I heard a mild ruckus to one side. I wasn't\nalarmed, but I was cautious. Whatever it was was large enough to alert my senses.\nSince I was so high up, that eliminated a lot of potential animals. Horses\ncould never make the grade to reach this site, and other domestics such as\ngoats and sheep weren't allowed on this land. It didn't sound like a puma, for\nthey didn't really make a sound until they jumped you from behind.Squirrels and marmots were out too.\nThat left only one thing.I made my way around a large\ngranite outcrop until came to a fairly wide ledge. It was slightly overgrown\nwith vegetation. Here, a few small trees clung to life by sinking their roots\ninto the crevices, at the same time helping to collect dust and other organic\nmaterial in which to grow. The trees were short and stunted, as befit their environment,\nand one of them was sporting a big fleecy coat of white.The animal was struggling against\nsome unseen foe, and I was cautious as I made my way to where it was. I could\neasily see myself getting kicked off the cliff face by this beast in its desire\nto be free of whatever was attacking it. That's when I suddenly though of\nrattlesnakes. I forgot all about reptiles, though the chances of one being this\nhigh up was as thin as the air.I moved cautiously until I could\nsee what the problem was. I almost laughed. This was obviously a younger\nanimal, and one not yet experienced with the variety of hazards its environment\nheld for it. It had stuck it's head between two parallel branches from\nadjoining trees and had forgotten that it had stuck its head in sideways to get\nat the vegetation beyond. As matters stood, the thing would perish if it wasn't\nextricated from its impromptu prison. Death would either be swift, in the form of\nthe aforementioned  predator, or else\nslow and excruciating by dehydration and starvation. Now, for a lot of you out there,\nyou're thinking that my choice was simple. I would free the animal and set it\non its way. But a good field biologist doesn't interfere with nature. He or she\nobserves the world, but in no way seeks to affect it. We alter its course way\ntoo much as it is.I suck at that kind of heartless\nscience.But......here I had an opportunity. I was\nalone on the top of a mountain with a rarely witnessed, completely beautiful\nwild animal. I had to at least see what sex it was.That wasn't all that easy, for the\nanimal was edgy and constantly moving. I didn't blame her, for it turned out to\nbe a female, but even if all I wanted to do way try and release her, I felt\nthat the endeavor might result in both of our deaths. True, she was obviously\ntired out. I had no idea how long she had been here for this was a fairly\nremote spot. However the ledge wasn't all that big, and it certainly didn't have\na railing around for safety purposes.I did have a length of rope with\nme, and I used this to secure myself to one of the small trees. I figured that\nif nothing else, I'd get a little taste of her before something bad happened. Like\nI said, this was the wilderness and life and death happened here all the time.\nSex with human and vice versa; now that was a rarity.The rope I wove under my shoulders,\nleaving me able to drop my pants and shorts. I dodged a backwards kick before I\ngot into position behind her. Trust me; I'm not quite sure why I was even\ntrying this. I guess my brain said it was an all or nothing event. I either did\nit before letting her loose, or I just let her loose and dealt with the\npossible regrets.I'm not much of one for regrets.I shoved her forward into the\nbranches in an effort to stabilize our position. I could tell she was a bit\nweak, for an animal her size was normally very strong. I got myself into\nposition, worked up an erection and a little spit and guided my cock to her\nhole. I doubt she had gone through a breeding yet, for that hole was a tight\nlittle bottle neck, and I was the champagne cork. It took me multiple thrusts before\nI managed to find my belly against her backend. She had struggled for the first\nfew moments, but once I had forced her tunnel open, she seemed to resign\nherself to her fate. Perhaps she thought of me as a predator, and this was some\nsort of strange ritual I did before striking the killing blow.I hooked my fingers into her\nflowing white coat and gently worked on loosening her hole up.  I was unfamiliar with their anatomy, outside\nof the basics, so I had no idea how big a male might be when it came to the\nmating tool. I think that I outranked even the largest of them, so this poor\ngirl was getting quite the introduction to sex. The term I used; bottleneck;\nwas a accurate as you could get. If I had pulled out abruptly, I think there\nwould have been a popping sound.After a good ten minutes she hadn't\nlost any tightness, whereas I on the other hand was getting winded and having a\nlittle trouble staying hard enough to continue what I was doing. I was in good\nphysical shape, but the thinner atmosphere of the upper reaches of the Rockies was\ntaking its toll on me. Hiking is one thing, but going full tilt on the back of\na mountain goat was another. I could see why even she might have trouble in her\nown environment.I focused on the feeling, tuning\nout everything else in an attempt to get this over with. True, I could have pulled\nout and called it a done deal, but that wasn't my style. I sucked in huge\nbreathes as rapidly as I could, to the point of making myself even more lightheaded.\nBut there is something to be said for sexual asphyxiation. The lack of oxygen\nsuddenly hardened me right back up. I slid back and forth inside that wonderful\nbeast until I thought my lungs would give out. Thankfully my balls did first.My fingers were tangled in her coat\nas I slammed away like a old, horny mountain man. Heck, under these conditions,\nI would have done a trapped Sasquatch and would have been completely happy with\nit. I drove it home as my cock shot load after load inside her. Then I passed out.When I awoke a few minutes later, I\nwas on the ground with sharp rocks stabbing my back.The goat still trapped\nbetween the branches of the tree, but her struggles had ceased. I climbed to my\nfeet, pulled myself together and unfolded my little saw. In two minutes time I\nhad severed the branch above her horns, freeing her at last.She turned and lowered her head. But\nthere was no charge or attack; she just looked at me, sizing me up. I pulled\nout my canteen and gulped some water, finding my throat to be quite parched from\nthe exercise and the dry mountain air. I saw her nose working the air as she\nsmell the water.I could have slapped myself. She must\nbe thirstier that I was. I found a slight depression in the exposed rock and\npoured some in for her. She ignored me and lapped the rock dry, looking for\nmore.  I figured they as a species\nprobably got a lot of their water from vegetation, because there wasn't much in\nthe way of springs or ponds way up here. I emptied my canteen knowing full well\nthat every drop I gave up shortened my stay on the peak.Still it was the least I could do.\nShe had tolerated my intrusion into her personal space, and I in return was\ngiving up my water. There were worse deals struck in the world.I grabbed the branch I had cut,\nrealizing that some of my weakness was from hunger. A person simply can't go\nhiking for hours and not expend a lot of calories doing so. I made my way back\nto my camp, giving her a little nod before I went off.She followed me.Seriously. I figured she would have\nheaded back to her herd, or group, or whatever they were called. But no, she\nfollowed me back to my camp. Please don't ask me why, because I have no idea. I\nfigured the moment I was out of sight, she'd make a run for it. But no, she\ncame right up into my camp, lay down and watched me. It was like having a well\nheeled sheep dog...with horns.She was spooked by the fire, but\neven that didn't drive her away. I gave her more water, figuring it was the\nleast I could do. If I had to leave early, I would be with the knowledge that I\nhad inadvertently made it with yet another of the wild animals that roamed this\nplanet of ours. I cooked a little ramen, which was\nquick and easy, not to mention very portable before proceeding to watch the sun\nset over the mountains to the west.  This\nwhole time she never left, though she did get up and wander around from time to\ntime.As the sun started to dip behind a\nline of clouds, I felt a breeze on my face, and I could see billows building\nalong the ridges. Great! The one thing I didn't want to happen was going to occur\nanyways. A rainstorm.I wasn't filled with doom however.\nMy spot was secure, and with a little innovation, I just might be able to recoup\nmy lost water. If that were the case, then I didn't have to call off the rest\nof my stay. The storm turned out to be much gentler than it first appeared. It\ncame down heavily at first, tapering off to a moderate rainfall than was easily\ncoaxed into my jugs using the awning of my tent.The mountain goat; well she didn't\nseem to mind the rain. She stood to one side and weathered it like her kind had\nbeen doing for thousands of years. In the morning she was still there,\napparently well hydrated from all of the bountiful water the sky had unleashed on\nus. I was feeling a bit damp, but the morning sun was gorgeous and so despite the\ncopious amounts of moisture I was feeling pretty good.Biting the bullet, I walked over to\nthe silly beast and rubbed her head. She butted my hand a bit, apparently\nenjoying the attention. I can't claim to know what was going through her head,\nbut it had to be something fairly significant. For all I knew, they treated\nhumans like they did any other predator. I could find no reason for her\nconversion. I guess perhaps that little brain knew that I could have killed her\nand that hadn't. That question is ultimately for the philosophers to ponder.So. Did I do her again?Yes. She stayed with me for three\ndays, and she suffered through my oversized cock in her cunt once each of those\ndays. It would have been more, but the fact was, I tired way too easily up\nhere. On the fourth day, I packed my gear and headed pack down into the valley.\nI was content, for I had been blessed with something I don't think anyone else\ncould lay claim too. By day two I had started calling\nher Oreo. Why? Well, their scientific genus is Oreamnos. Oreo was a\nbastardization of the shortening of that. If you think it's stupid, is sort of\nwas, but I wasn't going to call her Alice, or Betty or anything normal like\nthat. Besides, she had plenty of my cream filing inside her.She proved to be quite attached to\nme, for whatever her reasons were. I wouldn't think she could have imprinted on\nme, not at her age, but the damn thing followed me down the mountain that last\nday. I had lost track of her part way down and that was fine, for I hardly\nwanted her getting down into the main portion of the park. In fact, in the end\nit was me who first noticed her. Several miles down the mountain I came across\none of the rangers heading up. I looked a little rough from several days of not\nshaving, and he asked me how long I had been up there.I told him only a few days. We were talking about the storm and\nhow I had fared in it when his eyes focused behind me. I felt a little terror\ncreep into my spine, thinking it was a bear or other less friendly creature. I\nturned to look and there she was, happy as a clam, tracing my route down the\nmountain. She closed the gap in no time, coming under my hand and butting it\nwith her head.The ranger looked at me, then at\nthe mountain goat. Then he looked back to me.            \"How long did you say you were up there?\""}