Forest Hunt

By The Goat Man

It had been far too long for me. Being hunkered down at my apartment, I did very little other than work, sleep and jerk off to depraved porn. I hadn't even had a shower in a week, and my sheath and heavy balls had become musky. However jerking only did so much for me, I needed something real... I needed a fresh kill.

Packing my bow, some knives and a change of clothes, I set out for the countryside. Lush vales and dark forests, the perfect spots for hunting right at your fingertips. Soon I found a nice big forest, parked the car a bit away and walked into the undergrowth, setting up camp where nobody would disturb me.

There was a path nearby that got frequented by locals. I didn't have to wait very long, soon a mother and her child came by, the girl maybe seven, eight years old. My dick stiffened inside my cargo pants as I slipped an arrow in the bow. 

One well-aimed shot later the adult fell forward with an arrow stuck in her chest. The little fox girl's eyes grew wide with fear as she saw me step out of the forest, goring her mom with my large horns, then aiming my bow at her as she tried to run away. Soon she was on the floor too with an arrow to the back. All those archery classes had paid off well after all, I had become a skilled hunter, even if I wasn't hunting game anymore.

I dragged the mother's mangled corpse into the bushes, taking her money and crushing her phone - the local wildlife would take care of her, or maybe someone would find her. I did not care. After all, her kid was the grand prize I was after.

The little vixen seemed to have been left paralyzed from the arrow to her spine, trying to crawl away on her hands, her legs dragging behind her as she managed to slouch a few feet forward before collapsing. Swinging her over the shoulder, I carried her off to my hideout, my cock throbbing eagerly in my pants by now.

Amazingly, when I set her down on the ground there was still some life left in her. I stripped naked, her eyes filling with tears as she saw the naked goat looming over her with his massive erection, my horns covered in the blood of her mother. My hands trembled as I pulled down her cute little dress and her panties - finally, another virgin snatch for me to rape! As I went in raw, she let out a weak moan, a tear running down her cheek.

I came into her at least three times that night. I did not know when she died, but the next morning she felt so wonderfully stiff in my arms. I just kept hugging her tightly, feeling her body now that life had faded from her, then fucked her now spread cunny some more, shoving my dick into her lifeless face, her glassy eyes so wonderful as she started to become soft again once rigor mortis faded from her body and the decomposition began.

Sleeping with her for three more nights and days, I dumped several loads into her until her by now grossly disfigured body finally tore open, her liquifying insides pouring over my dick. Beetles had been attracted to our camp as well, and I swear I could see the first maggots in her fur.

I sighed to myself and jerked off one final time on her corpse, then left her for good. "Good bye, my little girl," I said and kissed her to the forehead. Those were the only words I had spoken to anyone in more than a month.

Packing up my stuff, wiping the dried blood off my horns and scrubbing my dick before putting on a fresh change of clothes, I thought to myself that I really needed to do this again soon. Very soon.