Where it happened: barn
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I’d gotten a job as an intern at an animal petting zoo
due to my aspirations to become a vetrinary gynecologist
when I grew up. Most days it was pretty routine stuff:
feed the animals, keep the kids out of the duck pond, that
sort of thing. When I fed the animals, most of them didn’t
give me the time of day (being animals, they only had their
circadian rhythms to go on and couldn’t read a watch dial
anyway). But there was this one goat. She understood me.
There was a come hither glint in her almond eyes that said
that she viewed me as more than just a meal ticket. Over
the course of the summer we developed pet names for each
other. Hers was Nikita Mussolini. Mine was Baaaah. Finally
as the end of my internship approached, I could contain
myself no longer. I begged her to go off to collge with me,
but she only ate the application form I gave her. It was
clear that I must prove my love for her. So one night I
snuck back into the petting zoo and called for her.
“Nikita Mussolini, Nikita Mussolini”, I cried. “Baaaah”
came the reply. It was then that I had my first taste
of man-goat love. Later Nikita was roasted on a spit
as part of a picnic the petting zoo was having to raise
money for the eel tank’s asbestos removal. I went up to the spit
and watched my dear Nikita slowly revolving over the flames.
“Been there, done that” I mumbled and went off to the
parking lot to slash tires.
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