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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Goat Girl (f-teen/beast, nc, v) by Catherine Murray (catherinem775@yahoo.com) *** A Young girl tries to help out friends only to find that it is just too much to handle. *** The July morning sun was warm and very muggy. It would prove to be hot by the end of the day and it would probably rain. Fourteen year old Catherine was walking up the road heading to her home away from home. She had stumbled across Sunnyridge goat farm six years ago while exploring her new neighborhood. Her engineer father and doctor mother had found a new home for them. They both had fulfilling jobs which was something that had not happened before. It was either her Dad was happy or her mom was happy never both. This almost caused a split but then her mom was offered a surgery position at the County Medical Center. Her mom Barbara was real excited and accepted the position even if it meant a separation. Her dad David came home that very evening with paperwork for a transfer to a ceramics plant in the same area. He had been waiting for an opening in that plant for two years. The research facility was known worldwide at least in ceramic engineering circles. All of the tension left the Murray house that evening in the span of an hour. Catherine could see the lights go on in her mother's eyes as her dad explained the location of his new job. They even flirted a little. Bedtime came early that night. The move went without a hitch. Her dads company hired a mover to pack everything into a truck and they even unpacked on the other end. Catherine had to leave her friends and her school behind. She was sad to leave but excited to have a significant change in her life. The old house was a condo in the city. Lots of noise and lots of people. The house that her mother fell in love with was out of town on a ten acre plot. There was a barn with stables that were rented to people with horses and no place to keep them. The house was large. It had two stories. The center of the house was a huge room which had a wood stove in the center. All of the rooms radiated around the great room on both stories. The master bedroom was on the opposite side of the house from the room that would become Catherine's. Getting settled in took almost three days with all of the property to explore. There was a married couple that lived on the property to manage the ranch and do the cooking and housecleaning. Catherine's dad and mom both started work so that left Catherine the rest of the summer to become familiar with the area. The first time she walked up this road she saw three large white goats with long hair wandering loose. At first she was scared but after the noses touched her she felt foolish for being so timid. The goats were sweet and seemed to like following her. Up the road the four of them went. Around the curve in the road was the sign. Sunnyridge Goat Farm, it made sense to her now. She walked the goats onto the property. The goats ran ahead and in through an open gate. Catherine closed the gate behind them and walked up to the small house. She knocked at the wooden screen. A woman approached from inside the house. Catherine could tell that this woman was older than her mother, but not by much. "Hello, My name is Catherine Murray." She was suddenly nervous. "We live down the road and I think some of your goats got out, I found them on the road." The woman said thank you and asked how many she had found. "There were three of them," Catherine answered now following the woman across the yard. "Must have been the does," the woman said, more to herself than Catherine. The woman opened the gate latch and marched into the small barn with Catherine right on her heals. "You found three and there are seven in here that makes four more missing. Luckily the buck didn't get out or we would really have a time of it." Catherine was happy to be included in the search. They found one of the goats happily munching maple leaves off a tree and two more were down by the brook and the last had turned right on the road and was a short way up the hill. All the goats were present and accounted for. "Thank you for your help Catherine. My name is Becky, my husband Tom and I own this farm. My daughter Bonnie and her dad went into town to get some hay. I am the guilty one that left the gate latch loose. Those goats will pick at anything." A large young dog, a German Shepherd mix came up to Catherine and poked his nose into her crotch wagging his tail. "Looks like you have found a friend. That's Bugs, Bonnie's dog. Come in and lets get some iced tea and get acquainted." That was the first visit of many to the goat farm. Tom and Bonnie came back around lunch and got a good laugh over the adventure. It seems that Becky was always preaching to Bonnie about the gate latch. Catherine enjoyed the good natured exchange. Bonnie was Two years older than Catherine but that didn't seem to matter. The two girls were destined to become good friends. There were not many kids around worth walking the distance so the two of them became inseparable. Catherine was at the goat farm or Bonnie was at the ranch depending on what adventure the girls sought on that particular day. Bonnie of course had chores around the farm and Catherine's mom kept a list of things for Catherine to do, but the girls worked well together and chores that used to take hours were done in minutes. Talking and giggling made the work seem like fun. Knowing Bonnie was a huge leg up when school started. There were only fifteen kids in her grade and Bonnie made sure that Catherine was well received. Catherine loved her new home and her new friend. As Catherine approached the now familiar sign announcing the start of the farm property she her thoughts sobered. Tom's Parents had been killed in an auto accident. Tom was the oldest of five children and his family lived outside of Pittsburgh. That was a hard full days drive. There were arrangements to be made, funerals to attend, legal problems to attend to, the siblings to take care of. Tom left as soon as they got the call last night. Becky and Bonnie were going to leave that morning. They expected to be gone for two weeks. Catherine volunteered to watch over the goat farm. "Remember to keep the gate between the buck and the does closed and double check the latch." Becky had given this same speech to both girls so many times the girls used to imitate her. "Double check the latch." One of the girls would say for no reason and both of them would laugh at the inside joke. "Are you sure you will be ok honey?" Becky asked for the fourth time. "I know the farm routine and I have more than enough supplies with what you picked up this morning. Don't worry about a thing, me and Bugsie will be fine," Catherine reassured Becky as she walked them to their car. "You have the numbers by the phone. Please call if there is anything you have a question about." Bonnie looked like she had been rung through a ringer. Her brown eyes were swelled from crying and they were still wet. Catherine kissed and hugged her friend. Becky had been crying also. They had been real close to Tom's family and were devastated by the loss. Becky squeezed some cash into Catherine's hand and said "Catherine I don't know how we can repay you for doing this. "Don't worry about that. Catherine answered. "Just go and tell everyone that I am sorry for the loss. Catherine had met everyone in Tom's family on numerous occasions. Tom had two sisters, Bonnie, and a little older so Catherine just fit into the mix. The dust rose from the driveway as the car drove off and turned towards the highway. Bugs gave Catherine a poke in her crotch with his cold nose. This was the greeting she always got from him. The girls called him horndog when no one was around. That got Catherine into gear. She went in to check the water on the doe's side. She peeked over the fence into "Killer's" side and saw the water was fine. Killer was a good name for him. Becky had named him when they first got him and they had trouble getting him into his pen. He was mean and everyone, even Bugs, was afraid of him. He had an excellent bloodline though and brought a lot of income into the farm. There were only three bucks of this type in the tristate area so Killer was always in demand. He was large. on all fours he came up to Catherine's waist. He had long horns and a beard. He looked like a grandpa. Killer used to bleat when ever Catherine, Bonnie or Becky walked by his pen. It was like he had a name for each of them. She went into the house to do some chores, then the day was hers until milking time. After the inside chores were done to her satisfaction Catherine grabbed her book and went up to the spot where the brook crossed the property. This was a secluded glen with the bubbling brook. It was hers and Bonnie's favorite place. There was a small pool the girls had gone skinny dipping in. It was always cold but it was clean and fun. They came here often to sit and chat or even do homework, just relaxing. Catherine read several chapters in her book. It was of all things a mystery. She was a little scared when she heard a twig snap. Bugs was around as usual but he was around behind the rocks. Catherine reasoned that it was a deer. The deer often drank out of the brook and there were places where the bucks had rubbed to bark off the trees with their horns. Catherine looked around. The sun had passed high noon and started its inevitable slide to the west. There were heavy clouds coming in from the north and it must be close to milking time. She closed her book and got up. She heard the sound of a large animal running off when she rose. That was a large buck. She got a glimpse of his rack as he disappeared into the forest. The goat farm backed up to a natural preserve so Tom was the only one that hunted it. The deer herd was large but not a nuisance. Sightings were common. Catherine noticed the herd of does were getting fidgety as she walked up. She slipped on the farm boots and went into the barn. The anxious does followed her to be milked. She heard Killer call out to her and she looked in his direction. He was watching her every move. She was glad the fence was there as she set about the task of milking the does. By the time the last doe had been milked and the milk stowed in the refrigerator in the garage the sky had opened. The rain was coming down in torrents. Catherine had just made it into the garage. She knew she would be soaked running to the house. Tomorrow she would go back home for more clothes of her own. She wasn't worried. Bonnie's clothes were large for her but Becky was close to her size, she knew she would find something to change into. Sure enough she thought as she ran into the mud room of the farm house. She was soaked to the skin. She kicked off the boots, pulled off her wet blouse and jeans. She had to take off her underwear to it was also soaked. Standing naked in the mudroom, pushing Bugs away from her now exposed crotch. She looked around and saw Becky's flowered housedress hanging on a nail. She pulled it over her head. She ran her fingers through her wet hair. She now knew why Becky always had on one of these dresses. They were very comfortable. It fit a little loose but who was going to know. With the boots it would be a perfect outfit for working with the animals. Catherine fixed herself something to eat. She called her mother and they chatted for a time. Both of her parents worked a lot of hours. Barbara and Dave had been to the goat farm once each. They wanted to meet Tom and Becky. Any fears they harbored about Catherine's welfare evaporated. Tom and Becky were wonderful people and loved Catherine like they loved Bonnie. The phone rang. Catherine grabbed it on the second ring. It was Becky. She wanted to make sure that Catherine was ok. Catherine told her about the rain and what she was now wearing. Becky laughed and promised to tell Bonnie about that. Catherine went upstairs, took a shower and watched some TV before going to bed. She was sleepy. The milking was easy work with Bonnie and Becky helping, but for one person it was a tiring chore. She had waited to long and the does were jittery and hard to calm until the milk pressure was relieved. She curled up on the bed in Bonnie's room and fell fast asleep. The storm was raging outside. It had been raining for hours the wind was blowing something fierce. Bang, Bang. Catherine was sleeping and dreaming. Bug was sleeping on the floor next to the bed. Bang, Bang, the wind was....Catherine bolted upright in the bed. The banging was not right. She shook the sleep from her head. The damn gate was banging. If the goats got out she would never get them back in this rain. She jumped up grabbing the house dress. She was naked underneath. Just as well she thought to herself, she was going to get soaked again. She ran down the stairs and out through the mud room. She looked for the boots but failed to notice them in the corner where she had kicked them earlier. Bang, Bang the gate was distracting her she had to get it shut. She ran out barefoot. She was drenched before she took ten steps. It was pouring. Her long red hair was plastered to the side of her face. She approached the barn and the gate was closed. She opened it being very careful to close it behind her. Bang, bang. That was the gate to Killer's side. She ran over to close it. She heard him bleat at her. Good he was still on his side. How did it get opened? She had not even been on that side. Her eyes focused on the farm yard. She saw Killer approaching her. She rushed to get the gate closed. It was stuck on something. Shit, she cursed as she pulled. Her bare feet slipped in the mud and excrement. She remembered going down and then the lights went out. Ouch, that hurt. The fog was thick in her head. She was wet and felt nauseous. She felt something inside her. Then she felt the front legs around her hips. Her pussy was burning. She had her face in the water, mud and goat crap. She raised her head and was pushed back down. she could feel the hairy haunch bump against her butt. The knife repeatedly stabbed her loins. What was happening to her. She couldn't move, there was something....Bang, bang. The gate. She remembered now the gate was stuck and she fell trying to close it. Bang, bang. She was in with Killer and he had her. He was fucking her. She had seen him in action before. She, Bonnie and Becky used to joke about his large penis as he was mated with a doe. The smell of a rutting buck is not something you can forget. The clouds formed in Catherine's mind again. She lost consciousness a second time. She could still feel the knife in her loins but it wasn't as painful. Bang, bang. Catherine stirred a second time. this time she had more of her wits about her. Killer noticed she was stirring and decided to mount her again. Catherine felt the dress stuck around her hips in a bunch. The forelegs grabbed her and she was pulled like a rag doll on to the hard penis. It stabbed into her. She screamed out in pain and surprise. She felt him pulling her onto his massive erection. He bleated and she passed out again. She heard him bleating over her. Her face was still in the mud. She could hear the does milling around. It was daylight. Killer decided to mate with her again. She didn't struggle. He mounted her back and pulled her on to his erection and he humped her like she had seen him to before only this time it was her that he was ramming into. She remembered the horns and how mean he was to any doe that refused him. This time she felt him shoot his seed into her. It was warm anyway. He stayed in her after he came. She stayed still until he finished with her. The dress she had on was torn, wet and might as well not have been there. A kid came up to her and pulled at her nipple. This was surreal. It couldn't be happening. Killer slid out of her and went to eat some hay from the manger. Catherine felt the herd of does around her and all of them watched Killer. Catherine pushed the kid away from her breast and tried to straighten her dress. She ended up shucking it off in the mud. She tried to rise, but she was dizzy and her pussy was raw She could feel the liquid running down the back of her thighs. She didn't want to even think about that. Killer it seems was ready for more. She heard the now familiar bleat as he walked up behind her and mounted her. She knew what to expect. She knew how far he would pull her back before they would be coupled. She knew how far the penis would penetrate her and she knew it would not hurt this time. The sperm shot into her. She remembered laughing at his stamina. How he was able to mount a doe repeatedly without a break. She had no idea how many time he had mounted her. The movement of the hard shaft was arousing her. She could feel his beard drag across her back. She could remember four times. She had seen him go eight times without a break. She stayed still under the rutting buck. If she could stand this he would not hurt her. Tom and Bugs usually separated Killer from the doe if he got to mean. Bugs was shut in the house. He shot into her womb again, but he kept rutting her. He jumped off her and seemed to be rutting the air. He ran around the pen. Catherine could still see his hard penis protruding from under his belly. She stayed down and still. He approached her again and mounted her. She felt him enter her and the rutting. He didn't finish this time. He jumped off her and walked around the front of her. The smell was a physical presence. His penis was inches from her nose. Her mind raced, what was he after now. She remembered seeing different does lick him in this situation. Catherine gagged at the thought. Killer pushed against her. She lowered her head and licked his still erect penis. He turned when she was licking him a second time and forced his penis down her throat. He shot into her mouth. It tasted worse than it smelt. Catherine retched and retched. The does were back around her and that pesky kid was at her nipple again. She was part of the herd now. Killer came back and started to bump the does away from her. When there was a space around her he bleated again and mounted her. This time he took longer and he didn't come in the huge volume. He pushed off her, he sniffed her sex, bumped her ass, knocking her into the mud and walked away. Well I guess that I have been dismissed thought Catherine as she pushed herself out of the muck. Her hips were sore, her pussy was on fire, her head hurt, she was naked and covered in mud and goat shit. She stood. She was very unsteady on her feet. The does were on their side except for two and that pesky kid. She herded them through the gate and had to chase the kid. What a sight that must have been. This time the gate was shut and latched properly. Catherine didn't know what to do. She pulled some more hay into the manger walked from the pen, latched the outside gate and walked towards the house. She knew she smelt like a rutted doe. She stopped at the hose and rinsed herself off. The cold water seemed to put out the fire in her pussy. She directed the gentle stream into her. She stayed like that for a time, then started at the top of her head and rinsed down to the tips of her pink toenails. When she finished getting the top layer off she went into the house dripping. Bugs was on her in a flash. He smelt her and got excited, but luckily he was more anxious to get out of the house. Catherine limped up stairs and drew herself a hot bath and got in. She woke when the water cooled. She found another of Becky's dresses and slipped it on. She really needed to get her own clothes today. She went into the farm yard to do the morning milking. She didn't bother with boots this time. She got the does milked and the milk put away. Killer was watching her every move again. This time she didn't shiver. She knew what he was all about. The herd of does were milling around her and stayed around her legs. She looked into the next pen at Killer. He bleated when he saw her look at him. The herd started to move, taking her with them. She found herself at the gate to Killers pen. She could see he was erect. His eyes locked on hers. A million thoughts passed through her mind but opening the gate was not one of them. That she did by instinct. She shut it behind her and walked into the center of the pasture. She bunched up her dress and got down on all fours while Killer waited. Their eyes remained locked. The dress was removed and tossed into the drying grass. Killer walked around behind the girl while Catherine waited to be mated. He mounted her and pulled her back onto his waiting penis. Catherine spent the rest of the morning on all fours in Killers pen with the buck rutting into her. Catherine was dismissed like she was early this morning. She pushed herself up out of the grass, retrieved the dress and went out the gate. She could feel Killer's eyes following her. The does crowed around her again. She had a time getting out the second gate. She pulled the dress over her head and headed up to the brook. The brook was running fast after the huge storm last night. Catherine still had a headache. She pulled the dress off and laid it across a branch and lowered herself into the pool. The cold water felt great. She rubbed the semen off her legs and off her poor vagina. Yesterday at this time she had been a virgin. Bonnie and her used to talk of the hunky guys that would ravish them on their wedding nights. So much for that. She heard Bugs crashing through the bushes. He stood at the waters edge before disappearing again chasing something. Catherine settled back on the rock she was perched on, letting the water sooth her battered body. She must have dozed off because she woke with a start. She looked up and gasped. The largest buck she had ever seen was standing, in the open watching her. She could see his nose twitching. He had six points on his rack. He was huge. Catherine started to edge out of the water anxious to get back to the farm. She got slowly out of the water and was walking very slowly out of the glen. The buck lowered his head and charged. Catherine dropped down and hugged herself into a ball waiting for the impact. It never happened. She opened her eyes and saw the buck bumping into a tree, rubbing his horns up and down against the bark. Catherine glanced toward the opening and thought about calling for Bugs. The buck came over to Catherine's shivering form. He sniffed her sex. Catherine knew what she smelt like. She knew that cold water would not wash that scent off her. The buck pawed at her. She knew what was going to happen. Without thinking she raised her bottom. The buck pulled her onto him. The suddenness of the penetration startled her but it didn't hurt. She knew she had to be still until he was done rutting her. After he left the clearing she crawled back into the brook. Bugs came out of no where. "Now you show up." Catherine thought to herself. She was out of the brook and had air dried enough to get the shift over her head. She walked toward the farm with Bugs trying to get his nose into her crotch. She knew she smelt awful, and the dog was much more insistent that he usually was. He came at her from the left, then from the right, then the front. Catherine tripped over him. Down she went. She had picked up speed and was walking very fast when she tripped so it was more than a fall. She rolled a few times and came to a halt. She got to her knees and took stock of herself. The pasture was soft and she wasn't hurt. She was pushed down again. "Damn Bugs, stop it." She screamed. To late. The dog had her, She tried to get up but he was way to heavy and soon she was on all fours again. She tried to fall flat but he grabbed the back of her neck with his teeth. She felt his furry belly on her back them he started to hump. First she felt his cock hit the inside of her thigh, close. Then there was no question. He penetrated the poor abused girl and was humping into her as fast as he could. Catherine was in tears. "Why is this happening to me?" She cried. The dog was like a machine pumping into her. She could feel him slamming into her and stretching her. The slamming she knew but the stretching was new. She was stretched so much it hurt. She screamed it hurt so much. She knew he was tearing her. Then it stopped stretching and she felt extremely full. The humping slowed and she could feel him shooting inside her. He kept shooting. It felt almost hot. Catherine started to shake. Then this great feeling washed over her entire being. "That is what it feels like." she thought" The dog started to get off her but he couldn't pull out. They were stuck. He jumped around, pulling the hapless girl as she screamed. Finally the two of them were butt to butt in the pasture. It seemed like forever but he finally popped out of her. Bugs was sitting not far off licking himself, Catherine stood and straightened her dress and finished her journey to the farmhouse unmolested. Catherine could hear Killer bleating at her. She had to get the does milked and put down for the night. The bleating was distracting. She yelled at Killer to "wait a minute would you." It didn't help. She finally got the milking done and put up. She opened the gate to Killers pen, disrobed and got into position. Their eyes locked as soon as she approached the gate. He looked into her eyes until she was on all fours waiting for him. He broke the stare and leisurely walked around behind her and mounted her. It was dark when she was dismissed. She opened a bale of straw and slept with the does that night. Killer woke her with his bleating. Catherine knew what she had to do. She submitted to her humiliation again. He mounted her five times then she had to lick him clean. She went over into the doe's pen when he dismissed her and got the morning milking done. She found her dress and slipped it over head. Bugs caught her halfway to the house. He hit her at a dead run. She went down. He was between her legs licking her and biting her. All Catherine wanted was a bath and some clean clothes. She got on her knees and let the dog mount her. He didn't get stuck this time. Catherine made it into the house. She hit the shower. She found another dress of Becky's. I need to buy Becky some new dresses she thought to her self. She outsmarted the dog with the open door. He ran in, she ran out. She headed for home. Her mother's housekeeper was the only one that got close to her. Miss Catherine, we were worried about you with the storm." Catherine thanked her for her concern but assured her that everything was all right. "I can see you are all right, but you need a bath I think." She gestured waving her hand under her nose. "You smell like a goat girl." Catherine blushed bright red. "OMG, I thought I was clean" she thought to herself. "I know those goats smell." She grabbed a quick sandwich and left with clean clothes to change into. When Catherine passed the sign on the road she could hear Killer bleating. The milk service was picking up the new supply. Tom sold the milk to people that were allergic to cows milk. Catherine had seen the truck a million times. She waved as they drove out. She found the receipt, checked it and put it in the house on Tom's desk. Bugs ran out of the house. Catherine was able to avoid his greeting. No more brook for her she thought. She started to do chores around the house. The phone rang. Becky was calling to find out how she was doing. "We heard about the storm, was there any damage." Catherine told Becky about the gate banging. "You ran out in the storm to shut it." "I am sorry Catherine. I had it opened before you came over and I didn't latch it tight. Did Killer get at any of the does?" "No, I kept him from getting in with them." Catherine answered. It wasn't a lie. "I don't know how you did that, I never could." Becky complimented the young girl. "Sure you could," Catherine had an evil vision pass through her mind. She giggled. "Well sounds like you are doing fine. Tom has things just about wrapped up here. The partners bought out the business and we are bringing Karen home to live with us." Karen was Bonnie's young aunt. "We should be driving in late Sunday night. Tom has a few more loose ends to settle with the house so he will be back by Wednesday." "Catherine, I know that the farm isn't easy to handle. I also know that you have done as good a job of it as anyone. I can't put into words how much that means to Tom and myself. I know Bonnie is thankful but she doesn't understand the scope of your responsibility as much as Tom and I do." Catherine was starting to cry. She knew if this kept up much longer she would be blubbering. "That OK Becky. I know that you would do the same for me." "You are right honey, anytime and don't you forget it." Catherine called her mom. She wanted to assure her that all was fine before Barbra spoke with the housekeeper. She filled her mom in on what Becky had told her. "Three more days." Catherine thought to herself as she left the house. Bugs was jumping on her, the does were heavy with milk and Killer was calling her. She knew she could make it. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 25