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"Run! Run! Run! Run! Hide! Hide! Hide! Hide!!!" Sebastian thought as he fled down the streets, his hooves clicking on the sidewalk as he ran. He could hear dogs barking in the distance behind him, the four legged kind, not the two kind like he was used to. You could reason with the two legged ones, the four legged ones would bite first.

He had just wanted a place to rest out of the cold. Somewhere he might have been overlooked, where he could possibly get a meal that wasn't the grass or leafy hedges found on suburban streets and country roads. Being herbivorous worked in the goats favour… most of the time… but unlike his feral counterparts, he couldn't subsist on that alone.

Sadly he had been spotted trying to sneak into a farmers barn, by the owner. What didn't help was the fact the farmer was bigoted against anthro-pets like himself, and had seen the udder that hung between Sebastian's legs; it was something a Male goat shouldn't have.

It had been barely six months since the abducted pets had been returned to earth, saved from the aliens that had kidnapped them. Sebastian had been the only goat pet taken, although he wasn't the only herbivore. However he was the only one who had actually tried to escape the habitat enclosure in which the aliens lived.

He hadn't made it far out of the enclosure, the extremely toxic environment had forced him to turn back. He had been found unconscious just inside the airlock, thankfully inside the dome. However he had spent the next few months in medical care, undergoing extensive treatments to decontaminate him of the toxins he had been exposed to.

The full extent of the exposure hadn't reared its ugly head till they returned to Earth. The exposure to the effects of the faster than light travel had caused the mutation to manifest. Just under his sheath and above his balls, a plump, pendulous udder grew. Fat and swollen with milk, it would even get painful if it was left unattended for more than a day.

The next blow to the poor goat had been when they had been returned. As he watched the rest of the pets be picked up by their loving owners, Sebastian sat on his cot and waited... and waited... and waited. Days past, the number of pets reduced, and reduced till only he was left. Each one picked up by their human with a sweet, joyful reunion.

He hadn't been told, but the volunteers at the gym they were being housed at knew that his owner had given up on him long ago. He was abandoned, alone, never to be granted the sweet loving reunion that he had seen all the others achieve, and he knew it. Despite the volunteers attempting to keep that information from him, it hadn't taken a great leap in logic for him to work out.

One night, while the humans had been distracted, he slipped out through a side door and escaped into the dark. It hadn't been hard to just disappear. Avoiding law enforcement and animal control over the months, while not impossible, had been relatively simple. He spent most of his days just walking from one crude shelter to another, draining his milk when and where he needed to, and trying to find food that was more than just the vegetation around him.

That had all come to a head when he had tried to slip into that dairy barn. It had made sense in his mind. The food the cows ate would be palatable to him too, there would be a few treats he could possibly steal, and if needed, the addition of his milk to the vats would go unnoticed.

The farmer however, had noticed him trying to slip in. The gunshot had just missed his ear, startled the cows, and blasted a chunk out of the barn door. He hadn't even heard what the human shouted at him, he just ran, scared out of his mind as he heard dogs barking behind him.

He panted hard as he fled, ears ringing from the blood pounding through his veins and, despite having escaped the dogs, his mind screamed that they were breathing against his shins. His eyes darted around trying to spot a reliable place to seek shelter, anywhere he could hide for the night. Everywhere he had spotted however had been too low to the ground, or too exposed.

He eventually found a bridge spanning a concrete storm-water canal. The bridge above was closed off with cones and signs, the guard barrier damaged severely, in the ditch below rest a sedan on its roof. It looked recently abandoned, the broken glass and still leaking water from its scratched up roof telling Sebastian that it had been victim of the storm the night before.

Clearly the authorities hadn't gotten around to clearing it away yet, the fact that there was no-one around denoting they were in no rush to do so. Close by, under the bridge directly, were two large cylindrical tunnels, culverts, used to direct storm water from the streets above into the channel he was standing within.

While one of them was blocked by metal bars, the other was open, the bars having long rusted away and never replaced by the council. He inspected it carefully, looking into the pipe to see if there was anyone already in residence before climbing in. Curling up to preserve what little warmth his fur provided, he gave a soft groan at the full feeling from his swollen udder. Shaking it off he figured he would deal with it in the morning once he awoke. He was feeling tired and sore from his heart pounding run through town.

He could still hear dogs barking in the distance as he dozed off. However with the adrenaline flushing from his system, his mind could deduce they were well in the distance. Sleep seemed to come easily, yet when morning arrived, didn't feel like it was anywhere near enough.

It was late into the next day when his luck finally seemed to run out. Sneaking away from the storm drain had been easy enough, no-one was around and the accident was still being ignored that morning. He decided it would be easy to just follow it upstream, doubting anyone would look into the ditch intentionally.

It was roughly lunchtime when he finally stopped moving away from that hideaway to rest, having found a nice public park to stop in. Along one side of the park was a row of houses, their fences forming the boundary edge of the grounds with large trees and bushes growing along the park side of the fencing.

The particular fence he had stopped at had been worn down by fruiting bushes growing against it from the other side. Through the gap in the barrier, which was covered by a dormant passion-fruit vine, he could see oranges, kiwifruits, silver-beet, broccoli and various other fruit trees and vegetable plants.

The garden appeared to be overgrown, like the owner just watered it and fertilised occasionally, but never really paid it much attention. It was a buffet that Sebastian's grumbling stomach just wouldn't let him ignore or pass up. He carefully slipped through the vines into the garden and stalked around the plants.

Sebastian was methodical, not taking what he thought would be easily spotted missing from the house. He was, however, completely unaware that he was being watched the entire time. The human within the home had spotted the goat the moment he passed through the hole in his fence.

Standing roughly six foot tall, the human was neither impressively built nor was he by any means out of shape. He had a slight paunch to his stomach, but that was due to just not pushing as hard at his exercises than living unhealthily. With green eyes and brown hair that was neatly trimmed, he was barefoot and dressed in comfortably loose clothes.

George had meant to close that gap, but put it off as it was so easily missed and most who passed the fence were content to take the passion-fruits on the far side of the wall. He had actually planned to get the yard in order that day, ready to dig up the grass to put down a flowering meadow grass seed mix. He watched the goat as he picked his way around the garden carefully, taking a fruit here or there, eyes lit up like he hadn't seen such in a long time before he snacked on it.

Even from a distance, George could see the goat was thin under his messy, matted fur. At first he had been irritated that his garden had been intruded upon, and was ready to storm out and berate the pet creature for intruding on his land. Yet the more he watched the less he could bring himself to do so. The way that its face seemed to fill with the purest bliss screamed that they hadn't eaten more than the basest of essentials in a long time.

He also didn't miss the fact the goat was naked, nor did he miss the pendulous pink udder that was swinging between its legs. It looked as ripe and plump as the fruit upon which the creature was feasting, almost painful with the few veins that stuck out. Yet George could also see the clearly male sheath above, and large horns upon his head. All of which confused the human somewhat.

Carefully unlocking the glass sliding door, George slowly opened it as silently as he could and stepped out. He picked his moment carefully, making sure the other was on the far side of a bush, head down. Sebastian was non the wiser as the human slowly approached him, too engrossed in the smorgasbord of delectable treats.

“Ahem.” George cleared his throat when he was within a few steps of the feasting creature. Sebastian stiffened in a second, almost like a myotonic goat would when startled. He dropped the orange he had been snacking on and slowly turned his head to see the human watching him, arms crossed over his chest.

Eyes widened with terror, Sebastian gave a scared scream and quickly tried to dash for the gap in the fence. However from the inside, it was almost impossible to spot, and instead of going through a narrow gap, ran horns first into the solid section of the wall. George walked over calmly as Sebastian tried to find said gap, tearing at the vines and scratching himself up.

Placing his hands firmly on the goats hips, the human pulled the terrified creature back away from the wall. Sebastian went with barely any resistance, trying to cover his head and face as best he could. He had been caught, red handed, intruding in someones yard and stealing their food.

“Don't hurt me! Don't hurt me! Please! Please! Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!” Sebastian begged, his struggling lessening a little as he was slowly guided to the grassy ground between garden beds “I'll leave! You won't see me again!”

George sighed a little as he got the goat seated and waited for it to stop its pitiable begging. He could see the light scratches that he had given himself. Thankfully there was no bleeding anywhere, although there was some bruising to the back of the goats udder. He pulled softly at his arms to try to look the poor thing in the eyes. Yet the pet just kept trying to cover himself up, clearly expecting the worst.

“Stop.” the human commanded firmly, getting some compliance from the animal before he spoke again. “Look at me.”

Sebastian did as he was told, shifting his arms enough to look at the human before him. Their eyes met and the human gave him a soft smile. He was still trembling, arms still raised somewhat prepared for when the encounter potentially got violent.

“That's better... now I am going to ask you a few questions, and you will answer them, understood?” he commanded, getting a nod in reply “Good... Now... What is your name?”

“S...S...Sebastian.”

“Good boy... I assume you are a boy?”

“Y... yes sir.”

“Where is your owner?”

“I...” Sebastian hesitated, breaking eye contact for a moment to look to the ground “Don't have one anymore...”

“Hmm... I assume you entered my garden to have something to eat, are you alone? Is there anyone waiting for you?”

“Yes sir I'm sorry... I was just so hungry... and no sir, I'm alone...”

“I see... last question... for now... were they good?” he asked and Sebastian blinked a little taken aback by the question. Hesitantly he nodded.

“Y...yes sir.” he answered honestly and saw their face break into a smile.

“Excellent, good boy,” George replied, giving a comforting pet to his head before helping the goat up slowly to a standing position. He kept an unrelenting grip on Sebastian's hand, giving a small tug. “Come.”

With little reason to object, Sebastian followed after the human as he returned to the house. He was guided through to a spacious bathroom, his cloven hooves clicking on on the tiles as he was guided into the room and over to the large shower. George looked the goat over before starting the shower, getting the temperature to a comfortable level and gave a gesture.

“In you get, you can't be comfortable with all that dirt in your fur.” he instructed. Sebastian gave a light whimper before doing as he was told, stepping into the alcove and under the stream of water. It felt so blissful, liquid warmth washing over his head and shoulders, cascading down his body before finally swirling away down the drain.

He was left alone to just, soak in the hot water for a few minutes before he was startled by the human joining him in the shower. George had stripped naked himself, now standing bare skin to fur with the goat. The human placed both hands on Sebastian's shoulders to steady him, trying to reassure the still scared animal.

“I don't have any fur shampoo sadly,” George explained softly as he reached for the shower caddy over the pets shoulder “I do have a gentle body wash however... something that I got accidentally... it should work fine for you.”

Sebastian nodded a little as he was stepped out from the shower stream. Some soap was applied to his head and the human started to massage it in, being methodical in his process. He avoided getting it too close to his eyes or ears, using his thumbs to gently massage it through the fur on his muzzle and cheeks.

“I...Um...” Sebastian started after a few minutes of the treatment, those hands massaging at his neck and shoulders. It felt so good, like he believed a massage to feel, releasing all the stress that had built up over the previous months.

“Hmmm? Something on your mind?”

“I just.... w...why are you being nice to me?” he asked and got a soft chuckle mixed with a sigh.

“Because you need it.” came the simple answer.

“I... w...who are you?”

“Ah, heh, yes I haven't told you my name yet have I?” he replied, almost scolding himself “You can call me George... for now.”

“F...for now?”

“Mhmm, we will get to that a bit later, one step at a time.” George told him with a smile. He continued to scrub, needing to add more soap on occasion and having to snip out matted fur here and there as he progressed.

He avoided Sebastian's crotch however, going down his legs to his hooves first. Sebastian was, at the same time grateful, and saddened that George skipped that area. It didn't last long however, the human turning his attention to the goats groin, gently placing a hand upon the goats overfull udder.

“This... is not something I expected to see on a billy I will admit,” George said with a soft chuckle and started to slowly and almost deliberately rub his hands over the swollen sack “They feel firm... when did you last empty these, Sebastian?”

“It...it's been a few days, S...Sir.” he replied with a whole body shudder, a bead of milk forming at the end of each teat that was washed away quickly. The touch was light, slowly rubbing over the udder like he was looking for something, at least at first anyway.

“I've heard that it becomes painful if nanny goats and heifers go too long between milking sessions... these must be agony.” George said and gave them another soft rub from top to bottom in one long smooth motion “Would you like me to help you with it? I don't really know what I'm doing but... maybe we can look into other methods later hmm?”

“S...Sir?” the goat started to ask, wanting to query what George meant by 'later' but gave a soft bleat when the humans hands tightened a little around one of his teats. A squirt of milk shot out of his udder to the floor, washing down the drain quickly.

Sebastian realised that George was not going to take 'no' for an answer. He spent the next few minutes trying to explain how it was done, at least to the best of his knowledge. Telling him there was no pulling required, just a gentle squeezing from the udder down through the teats. It took a little longer till George got the hang of it, but he soon had Sebastian feeling weak in the knees as pressure was released from his overfull bag.

What startled him most was just as they were getting to the last few squirts. The human wrapped his mouth around his teat and, after giving a wink, gave a suckle. Sebastian wanted to take a step back, away from that sucking mouth, but gave a soft groan at the odd sensation being more pleasurable than he had expected. George continued with his mouth on both teats, getting the last of Sebastian's milk out.

“Mmm, tasty.” George said with a smile looking up at the billy “Something I certainly think we will do again sometime. You defiantly seemed to enjoy it.”

Sebastian gave a soft confused baa before looking down, giving a startled bleat when he spotted his shaft was poking free from its sheath. Unlike most pet breeds, his cock was more distinctly human in appearance than based on his feral counterparts. Only the first couple inches was exposed, tapered with a small head and thick shaft. He didn't really know its full length when erect, having never gotten the urges to investigate himself in that way.

George didn't seem to mind at all, slowly rising to stand belly to belly with the goat and rubbed his fingers gently from Sebastian's nose to the top of his head. He was smiling the whole time, hand scratching pleasingly behind his ear.

“For now, I think we are done here,” he said, turning off the shower and rubbed the excess water from the animals fur “when we get downstairs, I shall have a look at those hooves of yours. Sure you have been walking on the road or sidewalks, but they probably need some attention too.”

“Y...Yes... Master.” Sebastian answered and George smiled wide, a twinkle in his eye.

“Good boy.”