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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Wednesday, July 18, 2012

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story_codes: goat/g(8), beast, oral, first, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: Avery helps her family get a small amusement park ready for the summer season. While in the petting zoo, she encounters a goat who helps her get ready for the mating season.

story_language: English








Fun at Ashwood Park

Written by madvlad


	"What can I do to help?" eight year-old Avery asked from the back of the car.

	"I'm sure Uncle Dave or Aunt Karen will have some work for you," Avery's mother replied.

	Avery and her parents were on their way to Ashwood Park, a small amusement park with carnival rides and games, a picnic area, a sports complex, and a petting zoo. Her aunt and uncle owned the place and her parents usually helped with getting things ready for the park's opening in the spring.

	Karen greeted them when they arrived, sharing a hug with Avery's mom while her dad pulled his tools from the trunk.

	"Dave's in the east hydraulics shed - he could use your help there," Karen said to Avery's father. "Margie, I could use your help getting the kitchen squared away. We put new storage in last winter and now I can't find a thing."

	"Aunt Karen, can I help?" Avery asked.

	"I've already got the girls in there and we don't need to be stepping over each other. What don't you go see if Donnie needs help on the rides?"

	Avery skipped down a path to the rides area, her sundress rippling in the warm breeze. She spied her older, teenaged cousin by the Demon Drop, a ride that took passengers to the top of a small tower, and then dropped them down, bouncing up and down a few times before reaching the bottom. He was kneeling by an open cover, looking at the hydraulic hoses there.

	"Hi Donnie, is everything okay?"

	"Hey, Avery! Yeah, we're good. I was just running the ride and wanted to check for leaks again, just to make sure."

	"My dad is with yours and my mom's in the kitchen. Can I do anything to help?"

	Donnie closed the cover and latched it, pausing to think. Avery was a good kid, but there was only so much a little girl could do here without getting in the way. Then he grinned as an idea struck him.

	"Yeah, as a matter of fact there is. I need to run this ride for a while - it needs a hundred cycles at least as part of the seasonal start-up inspection. Why don't you get on and ride it to make sure the passengers will enjoy it?"

	Avery's gray eyes sparkled at the thought of nearly endless rides.

	"You mean over and over?"

	"Sure, but don't throw up."

	"Ewww!

	Laughing, Donnie helped Avery into the center seat in a row of seven seats across. Avery pulled her dress up to her knees as Donnie lifted a harness that swung up from below and pushed in between her legs, further bunching her dress up higher. After lifting the harnesses on the other seats, he lowered a large, padded horizontal bar in place from above. The harnesses latched to the bar, keeping the riders secure in their seats. 

	After checking that Avery was okay, Donnie started the ride. This was the easy part of getting the rides ready for the year. Donnie slipped his ear buds in and jammed to some music as the ride began. Avery was having a blast, waving at him as her blonde ponytail bobbed to the ride's movement. Donnie relaxed, hitting the start button every time the ride was done to begin another cycle. Avery was having fun, so he enjoyed his music.

	Next year, Avery decided, she would bring some friends for start-up. This was every kid's dream - to be able to keep riding without end.

	Around the tenth consecutive time, something else happened. The repetition of the bouncing had kept driving Avery's crotch against the harness. After enough cycles, the youngster started to feel strange in the place where she peed. She was confused by what was happening, but knew it felt good. After a few more cycles, she found herself pressing her panty-clad pussy against the hardened steel, shivering every time that ride bounced. 

	Then came the sparkles. Or at least that what she called them. They were delicious tremors that started deep between her legs. They got better and better and the inexperienced little girl somehow knew they were leading up to something.

	Then the ride stopped without starting again. Looking up, she saw Donnie walking toward her with a concerned look on his face.

	"Are you okay? Your face is flushed," he said.

	Avery's face grew a deeper shade of red when she thought her new pleasure had been discovered. 

	"Yeah, I'm good," she managed to reply.

	"Good. I guess too many rides in a row isn't a good thing," Donnie said as he unlatched the safety bar. "How about taking a look at the petting zoo? We brought Harry up with us this weekend to check out the place."

	"Okay."

	Avery walked toward to pen in the petting zoo, keenly aware of the throbbing in her loins. As a breeze wafted by, she was startled by the sudden coldness on her cunny. She realized then that she was very wet down there. It must have had something to do with those delicious feelings down there because she certainly hadn't peed. 

	Arriving at the pen, Avery walked through the gate, taking care to ensure it was latched closed. Then she went into the miniature barn where Harry, a white goat, was contentedly chewing on something. After five years in a petting zoo, Harry instantly equated a human child with a potential solid rubdown and went over to Avery immediately. Sniffing her outstretched hand, he recognized her scent and licked her with his long tongue.

	"Hiya, Harry. Did you miss me this winter?" Avery asked as she scratched the goat on top of his head.

	Harry didn't reply, but stood and sniffed the child. Something was different this time and Harry was intensely curious. He nudged Avery in the crotch with his nose. Startled, the little girl stepped back.

	As Avery wondered if Harry smelled that strange wetness, the goat ducked his head under the hem of her dress and brought it up to where he had sensed that intriguing odor. 

	"Harry!" she scolded and pushed his head down. 

	But the stubborn goat came right back up, his dick hardening as he recognized the scent of a female ready for mating. Harry didn't care about the species, only about satisfying his own primal need. But there was something in the way.

	Avery squeaked in shock when she felt the goat's thick wet tongue dig against her sodden panties. She tried to back away, but soon reached the wall and was awkwardly pinned there, watching her dress shift while the goat licked her pussy. She tried to push him away again, but her repeated attempts grew feebler as her preadolescent sex bloomed with arousal.

	"Umm," the little girl said, biting her lower lip.

	Avery lifted the dress to watch Harry aggressively lick her privates through her thin cotton underwear. She didn't know it, but the animal was only trying to figure out how to get her panties off so he could mate with her. But now the goat was also interested in this strange flavor he was finding and slapped his tongue over Avery's cotton-covered mound in long strokes.

	The sight of it gave her another sharp twinge in her cunny and she wondered how Harry's tongue would feel directly on her skin. Looking to see that she was alone, the horny little girl pulled her panties to her knees. Harry pressed his muzzle in harder, licking the child's hairless twat as it dribbled its yummy juices down her legs.

	Avery's knees buckled as the twinges coalesced into something stronger. She tried to speak, but could only grunt in surprise as she was seized by an orgasm. When it was done, the trembling youngster tried to stand up straight, but Harry was now impatient for sex and butted her, trying to make her present herself to him.

	Avery tried to step away as the horny goat kept bumping her, but with her panties at her knees, she stumbled and fell forward, breaking her fall with her hands. Her momentum tossed the lower portion of her dress up onto her back, leaving her naked below the waist.

	With the human child on her hands and knees, Harry could see the glistening mound of her sex. Goats don't care about human concepts of age or pedophilia and all Harry saw was a female ready for him to mount her. Getting behind her, he reared up, coming down on Avery's back with his chest. The little girl grunted from the weight and wriggled as the goat's dick pressed against her virgin cuntlet. 

	Avery didn't understand what Harry was doing. Something was nudging her in her genitals, but it couldn't be his tongue. She felt it digging into her tight slit and was about to protest when it bumped into the agitated nubbin at the top.

	Avery moaned as her clit reacted to getting rubbed. None of this made sense as she knew it must be naughty but it felt so good. The thing kept working against her juicy young twat until the correct angle was reached and Harry pushed in hard.

	Avery screamed as she felt something tear in her small hole. Harry was pushing that hard thing into her! He tried to move away, but his weight held her fast and she could do nothing but accept the ruthless invasion of her deflowered little pussy. She felt so full and stretched on the inside by the time Harry was butting against her cervix. Avery could scarcely breathe but was relieved when Harry started to pull the thing out.

	Then the goat was moving at full speed, rutting with quick, fierce jabs into the little girl's undeveloped sex. Avery felt dizzy, her fright dissolving as the pain from her broken membrane was replaced by the growing lust produced as the goat cock slipped in and out of her straining pussy.

	The little girl's tight, slippery cunt was just perfect for Harry. He could hear some strange sounds coming from Avery - sounds that were more animal than those oddly formed ones her kind usually used. The randy goat happily continued to mate with the eight year-old child as she experienced her second climax.

	Avery had no control and could have cared less, moaning incoherently as she came. Saliva dripped from her open, panting mouth, matching the lubrication that poured from her bald little goat-stuffed twat. The orgasm passed but Harry kept moving inside of her at a breakneck pace.

	Suddenly, he stopped. Before Avery could wonder why he had, a hot jet of liquid shot inside of her; followed by more. Harry leaned forward on his hind legs, pressing firmly into the child as he pumped her little human womb full of goat sperm.

	With his urge satisfied, Harry withdrew and walked to the water trough for a well-earned drink. Avery remained on her hands and knees, trying to catch her breath as the fluids from their coupling coated her inner thighs and dripped into the crotch of her panties at her knees.

	Crawling over to a table, Avery stood and grabbed some rags from a pile there. Looking down at the mess of cunt juice and goat jism, the little girl was alarmed to see some threads of blood mixed in. Panicked, she wiped away the mess and was relieved to see that there was no more active bleeding.

	As she cleaned herself, Avery remembered an instance from a couple of years ago when a boy goat had mounted a girl goat and put his penis inside of her. Aunt Karen had calmly explained that this was how goats made babies. Now as she finished wiping, the eight year-old pieced together her very fragmented knowledge of reproduction with the act she had endured and realized she had just had sex. She blushed deeply and felt a warm burn somewhere deep in her pussy.

	She pulled her panties up, feeling the stickiness of the sex remains as the material conformed to her cunny bulge. There wasn't much to do about it except to go without panties. The thought of doing that made Avery feel deliciously naughty, but she lost her nerve and kept her panties in place.

	After rinsing the soiled rags with water from a water spigot, Avery started toward the rides area again, wondering if Donnie would let her ride the Demon Drop again. As a stiff breeze whipped her dress about her body, the little girl took a secret pleasure in the lewd wetness pressed against her pussy.

	


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