Farm Girl: Raped By The Goat

I named the beginning “Farm Girl”, because I hope to make some more short stories of the main char, not so sure if I will though.

Farm Girl: Raped By The Goat
By Blackdawn

This is the story of a young farm girl that was raped by a goat.

The alarm screams at me and I’m quick to roll over and slap my hand across the Snooze button making it stop then move my hand over pulling a small lever which turns the alarm off. Repositioning under the thin sheets, I toss them to the side, jump to my feet and drudge across my carpet flooring in nothing but a pair of tight pink panties and an over sized Twilight night shirt.

I pull my blonde bangs from across my eyes and tie my hair in a ponytail, walk through the trail of thrown out clothes and trinkets on my bedroom floor where I head for my door and shut it. My door adorned with glitter, pink stars and more stickers spelling out my name “Sue-Anne” in a cute way.

Walking through the hallway of our trailer, I make it to the back door then walk into the laundry, get in my rubber boots and tromp out the door into the warm morning air. It’s still dark outside, but the moonlight lights my way and I don’t bother turning on the back porch light. I head for the back pastures and am greeted by all the farm animals, eagerly waiting to be fed.

We live out in the sticks, in the middle of no where, barely getting a signal on our cell phones, so far out that not even the school bus won’t travel all the way out here. Bubba and me have to wake up thirty minutes early just so we can walk a mile to the road to the main section of the road that the school bus travels. Even that is a dirt road. We have no neighbors, and because of that I can walk around in just about nothing without the worry of anyone seeing, besides my family members.

It’s Saturday today, meaning no school.

First we have the pigs, nasty fat stinking porkers I don’t even go near. They are Bubba’s, my little brother’s pigs that he takes to shows and 4-H events, he, younger than me by two years, me being seventeen. Then there’s the four cows and two horses which belong to my Mom and Dad. The chickens belong to everyone, we keep them for the eggs. And then there are the ten Bush goats. Mom keeps them to sell the babies and to butcher the younger ones, when the meat is tender.

My job is to feed the cows, horses and goats. Bubba’s to feed his pigs and the chickens, he’s a bit of a lazy slob, so Mom and Dad didn’t give him much to do in the morning, I meanwhile want to hurry up and get my chores through with so I can get back to bed. No need to water the critters since they all have automated water units.

First thing are the cows, they’ll started screaming bloody murder if their not fed right away, by the time I’m through filling up their feed buckets and dumping the hay the horses start pawing at the ground and digging into the fence. They’re shoed, so I have to hurry before they get their shoes stuck in the wire of the fencing.

Filling up their own buckets and dumping some hay, I then head to the very back behind the barn, that’s where their feeding trough is located, where I also dump the hay and make sure Billy, our full groan Ram hadn’t knocked the watering unit off it’s hinges again with his horns. He does it by accident, his horns are so long that they’ll get caught on it, and when he feels the vibration will panic and bolt ripping it right off. One time he was out in the middle of the pasture grazing with it hanging from his horns.

Billy is the breeder, a large, one-and-fifty pound goat that only thinks about eating, sleep and sex. He can be mean to, luckily though he likes me, so isn’t as mean.

Out by the troughs, my legs surrounded by goats, I finish up and turn to head back around the barn and out the gate.