Frankie double-checked the address. Sure enough, this was the place - a massive, rectangular house on a quiet cul-de-sac. The ad said that a babysitter was needed for a few hours in the afternoon for a gaggle of seven goat kids. The ad warned that they could be a lot to handle, but Frankie was confident she'd have them all eating out of her hand by the time the parents got back.

She knocked on the door and was quickly greeted by a matronly goat in a powder-blue ankle-length dress. Frankie had done her best to make herself look conservative and trustworthy, even combing her hair and taking out most of her piercings. 

"Hello!" the goat sang, "You must be Francine! Come in, come in! They're all ready for you! I'm sorry for the short notice but I've had this appointment booked for weeks and you know just how much those crooks charge to cancel! It wouldn't have been such a big deal except that John got called in to work and, well, you know!"

Frankie cringed. She hated hearing her full name. "It's no trouble, Mrs. Boer," she replied with a professional smile, "I'm sure everything will be fine."

The goat woman clapped her hands, and out scrambled seven goat children, who quickly arranged themselves from tallest to shortest, and, Frankie assumed, oldest to youngest. The mother goat patted each of them on the head as she went down the line and introduced them. "First is Raphe," she patted a boy with wavy hair wearing jeans and a striped shirt, "He can help you round up the kids if there's any trouble, and he's getting good at cleaning up any messes. It's a lot of responsibility," she eyed him, "But he can do it. Next are Luke and Mark, you'll have to watch these two like a hawk!" She patted two boys, presumably twins, but one was noticeably heavier-set than the other. Luke, the chubbier one, had his hands folded nervously behind his back, while Mark had his hands already balled up into fists. "Then we have the girls - Sarah, Mabel, and Elinor." she patted three identical goats in turn, each wearing a pastel-coloured dress like their mother. Sarah had short curly hair and wore a green dress with a star on the chest, Mabel had her curly hair bound into two tight bobs above her ears, and wore a pink dress with a little heart, while Elinor's dress was dark blue with a crescent moon. Her hair was fixed in a single bob, and she wore a sour expression on her face. "Then we have little Lionel. Last, but not least!" She patted the youngest goat on the head and messed his loose, red curls. He was dressed in muddy jeans and a t-shirt. "He's always getting into places he shouldn't," Mrs. Boer shook her head, "Raphe will help you keep an eye on him. But I've got to run! Emergency numbers are on the fridge, and there are sandwiches and fruit punch on the counter. See you soon! Be good kids!" 

And with that, she was off.

Frankie examined her charges. The oldest looked maybe nine or ten, while the youngest barely looked like he was out of diapers. The rest fell somewhere in the middle, with the girls being five or six and the two middle boys being seven or eight. Frankie squatted down and looked at the group as a whole. "Alright, who wants to play hide and seek?" she asked. Some kids jumped, others nodded or raised their hands. "I'm gonna count down from thirty, and if I find you I'm gonna gobble you up like the big bad wolf! Ready?"

She closed her eyes, and heard the stampede of hooves bolting in all directions. She could hear them upstairs and downstairs, some of them already giggling or stifling laughter. When she finished her slow countdown and opened her eyes, all traces of the kids had vanished. "Ready or not," she licked her lips, "Here I come!"

She explored the main floor first. The living room was dominated by a massive grandfather clock, and the walls were covered in shelves holding probably hundreds of books of all shapes and sizes. To her right was the kitchen and dining room, as well as a set of stairs to the second floor. To her left was a bathroom and a small office. She crept around to the kitchen and started opening cupboards, thinking they were big enough to hide some of the smaller kids. But a rustle from under the table quickly caught her attention. She paused, then turned. The tablecloth was long enough to almost reach the ground, and a goat could easily slip underneath. She flipped up the tablecloth was greeted by two startled goat boys -  Mark and Luke. 

"Gotcha!" she barked. Both boys bleated in surprise, but Frankie quickly put a finger to her muzzle and then crouched down to crawl under the table to join them. She licked her lips and reached for Luke's pants. The goat shuffled away, but Frankie reached out to grab his waistband.

"What are you doing?" Luke bleated. Frankie winked.

"Don't you remember?" She growled playfully, "Now you get gobbled up by the big bad wolf!" By the time she finished talking, she had already undone Luke's jeans and was groping him through his underwear. Mark stared, transfixed. Seeing his brother naked was presumably nothing new to him, but Frankie was sure that what she did next was going to surprise him. She pulled Luke's underwear down and snarled, quickly taking his private parts into her mouth. She rolled them around with her tongue and watched the boy's expression change from shock to confusion to pleasure. By the time she pulled away, his inexperienced member was wet, sloppy, and throbbing. 'Gobble gobble," Frankie teased, then started to stroke the wet shaft with her hand. "Your turn," she demanded, turning to Mark, "Take'em off, or I'll do it for you. And keep quiet," she warned, "we don't want to let the others know!"

The other goat obeyed quickly, fumbling with his pants before sliding them down to his knees while Frankie continued to jerk his brother. She 'gobbled down' Mark in much the same way, taking his entire crotch into her mouth and fondling his private parts with her tongue until he was wet and ready. Now she had a goat in each hand, and quickly stroked them both off in unison. Mark came first, bleating breathlessly and kicking while his member throbbed and bounced, but nothing came out except for a trickle of clear slimy fluid. Luke peaked shortly after, grimacing as the waves of ecstasy over took him and a small splatter of precum landed on Frankie's waiting hand.

"Two down," Frankie grinned, licking her paw clean, "Five to go."

With the twins finished, Frankie headed upstairs. The second floor featured a small central sitting room that split into four bedrooms - two front-facing and two rear-facing - and a second bathroom. Frankie checked each bedroom meticulously, starting with Luke and Mark's bedroom on the left, then what looked like the girls' collective bedroom, then what was clearly the parents' bedroom with a curtained-off nursery for little Lionel. But before she got to the bathroom, she heard giggling. She peeked inside and saw a blond bob of hair behind the rim of the tub. She grinned, tiptoed inside, and softly closed the door behind her.

"Gotcha!" she roared, springing over the edge of the tub. All three goat girls stared back at her, wide-eyed before Mabel burst into laughter, her blond pigtails bouncing. The other two, crammed awkwardly into the dry bath, quickly joined in.

"What are you doing in the bath with your clothes on?" Frankie asked once the three had settled down, "That's no good, you'll ruin your pretty dresses!" 

The three goats looked at each other awkwardly. 

"Come on, off with'em," Frankie commanded, removing her own hoodie to reveal her toned bare chest. "We're all girls here, its nothing we haven't seen before. Besides," she grinned, "The big bad wolf isn't gonna gobble you up fully dressed." While none of the girls moved to disrobe themselves, Mabel quickly turned on Sarah, grabbing her green dress and pulling it over her head. 

"Gobble her up first!" she dared. Sarah bleated in alarm while Elinor tried to shield herself from the chaos. With Sarah's dress tossed aside, the now-shirtless Frankie climbed into the tub and pinned the goat against the wall, grabbing her panties and pulling them down to expose the little goat fully. "Hold her," Frankie ordered. Mabel, only too willing to cause chaos at her sister's expense, eagerly agreed, and grabbed Sarah's wrists. 

"Ever been gobbled up by the big bad wolf?" Frankie teased, then pushed her nose in between Sarah's thighs and began to lick. The goat bleated out in fear at first, then quickly began to settle and loosen up under the laps of Frankie's practised canine tongue. As soon as Sarah's panicked bleating had stopped, Frankie ordered Mabel to let go. Sarah let out a small whine while Frankie turned to the other two. "See that?" she grinned, pointing to Elinor, "sisters take care of each other. Go do what I did and help your sister finish up." 

Elinor furrowed her brow, but Frankie could tell she was curious. When she turned around to face her sister, Frankie pulled up her dress and pushed her nose up underneath. 

"Just do what I do," she ordered, and began licking between Elinor's legs. Elinor clumsily tried to follow along with Frankie, licking when she did, but she lacked practice. The big bad wolf, however, was showing off her talent for multitasking as she groped an eager Mable between the legs and began rubbing her finger along her slit while eating out Elinor. 

The sternest of the three also turned out to be the easiest mark, to Frankie's surprise. It had only been a few moments before Elinor's knees buckled and she squeezed the wolf's muzzle between her thighs, soaking her with her juices. Frankie kept licking, plunging her tongue deeper and deeper as the goat kid collapsed on top of her, reduced to a shuddering mess of ecstasy. Frankie grinned, satisfied, and removed her fingers from between Mabel's legs to push Elinor aside.

"You know what to do," she smiled at the other two, licking her lips and leaving her hoodie on the bathmat as she resumed the hunt for the others. "That's five," she sang to herself, "Two left."

The only room left on the second floor was Raphe's. Frankie peered in, still shirtless, and sniffed the air. She checked the closet first, then behind the dresser, then finally tore the sheets off and found the oldest Boer boy under the bed. "Gotcha!" she snapped. Raphe bleated and tried to squirm out from the other side of the bed, but Frankie quickly moved to block the door. "Ah-ah-ah," she chastised, "back on the bed with you. It's time to get gobbled up by the big . . .bad . . .wolf." she pulled down her pants as she approached, and licked her lips hungrily. The twins and triplets had made excellent appetizers, but now it was time for the main course.

Raphe was old enough that he seemed to have at least some idea of what was about to happen, and Frankie could see as much from the tent in his pants. "You like the sight of a shirtless girl, don'tcha?" she teased, pushing him back onto the bed, "Ever seen your sisters naked?"

Raphe nodded shakily. "A-a few times!" he bleated.

"Ever felt'em up? Fondled their chests, groped their little bottoms?"

Raphe shook his head.

"What about your brothers?" she asked, "Ever jerk'em off in the bath or during a change?"

Again, Raphe shook his head. 

"Shame," Frankie sighed, "Now take your pants off. The big bad wolf is gonna show you something."

Raphe did as ordered, And the now-naked Frankie climbed on top of him, sizing up his manhood. His shaft was already standing tall, but Frankie gave it a few warm-up strokes just in case before sliding over it and settling down with a lusty sigh as she felt him fill her.

Raphe gripped the bedsheets, tense as could be. 

"Relax," Frankie swooned, "The big bad wolf's gonna take good care of ya." She rocked up and down slowly, unsure of how much stamina the boy had. She knew it wouldn't be enough to get herself off, but she wanted to try and make it last as long as she could. Unfortunately, Raphe's pubescent instincts quickly took over and he began pumping clumsily up and down on his own. There was no way Frankie could match his erratic, unpracticed rhythm, so she just sat back and enjoyed it, feeling the unsteady pumps until he quickly bleated out his climax, and Frankie felt a sudden warmth inside her. 

She paused. There was no way he was old enough . . . was he? Oh well, she thought. If he was, she would cross that bridge when she came to it. For now, she slowly lifted off the goat boy, letting him fall out of her with a wet splat.

One goat remained. Lionel, the youngest, had eluded Frankie thus far. She could probably find him easily enough, she thought, after all there were only so many places a toddler like him could hide, but after dealing with the other six kids, the big bad wolf had worked up quite an apatite, and she didn't want to wait any longer. So, completely nude, she walked back down to the main room and announced her surrender. "Alright," she called out, "I give up! You win!"

A few moments later, a grinning Lionel shuffled out from behind the grandfather clock. Frankie swooped down and picked him up with ease. "There he is," she sang, spinning him about, "Who got away from the big bad wolf? You did! Ready for your prize?"

By now, the other goat kids had emerged from their hiding spots, predictably dishevelled. Mabel's hair had come undone, and Luke and Mark seemed to have switched shirts. "Now we get to congratulate our winner," Frankie beamed, and pulled off Lionel's jeans, exposing his light blue training pants. Frankie quickly checked to make sure they were clean, then ripped those down as well, exposing the toddler's brown-and-tan spotted groin. "Lionel gets to conquer the big bad wolf!"

In full view of the other six kids, Frankie started to jerk off the little goat, holding him steady with her other hand. When he was good and ready, Frankie laid down on her back and pulled Lionel down with her, keeping one hand on his shaft to aim it between her legs. As small as he was, and as wet as she was, it had no problem sliding right in. Frankie pushed on Lionel's rump to make him thrust, and then let go, repeating the pattern a few more times before he seemed to get the hang of it, or at least stop fidgeting. With her other hand she started to rub herself, knowing that little Lionel wasn't exactly talented enough to get the job done. 

The other six kids stared - both at the pair on the floor and at each other, their little worlds opening up to new possibilities. It wasn't long before Frankie herself came, snarling out a juicy orgasm while she dug her claws into Lionel's backside. She wasn't sure whether the littlest goat came or not and frankly she didn't care, she knew that his siblings would give him plenty more chances as time went on. When she had finished panting, she pulled the sloppy goat kid off of her and pulled up his training pants to cover the mess, giving the colourful picture on the front a playful pat before she clapped her hands to get the rest of the herd's attention.

"Alright, lets make this place look good before mom comes back! If we do a good job, maybe I'll get to look after you again!"

***

When Mrs. Boer finally did return, she found Frankie and the seven little kids sitting peacefully around the table, eating the sandwiches and fruit punch that had been set aside for them. The matriarchal goat looked mildly shocked. "Why, it's so clean in here!" she exclaimed, "And nothing is broken! How did you manage it?"

"It wasn't too difficult," Frankie smiled. Some of the other kids grinned back sheepishly. "You just gotta know how to handle'em. Right, kids?"