Sonic Goat Oc Novels & Stories

Fading out of existence is better than this torment. This goat keeps staring at me as it breathes heavily. It looks harmless, so I slowly move to get past it only for it to bend its head backwards and bleat my eardrums out. I'm certain people on Earth can hear this because minutes after, it still echoes. I can barely contain myself, and I bite my lips to keep myself from screaming. With a loud thud, the goat lands on its forelegs and comes at me with its horn. I run for my life, clamping my teeth hard on my tongue to keep from screaming like a lunatic as I remember what Nothing said to me.

“Can’t you see, darling? It’s a baby goat. Clean as a whistle.” “As long as it stays away from me,” she sniffed. “Raymond, what on earth possessed you to bring a goat here?” Claire sounded ready to combust. “Have you ever seen anyone in Tech Terrace keeping goats?” “Oh come on now! The neighbors have cats and dogs and no one complains. Why can’t we have a goat? It’ll keep Kaju company. And Dean’s bringing the mama goat too,” Grandpa said cheerfully. Claire looked like she was about to pass out. “You’ve really lost your mind! Just what we needed, a pair of goats in the yard!”

It couldn’t be hanging on the wall of a bluff! “Where are you goat!” It had not gone through the cave but sounded from the side of the crag over the sharp rocky rim. “How did it get there?” She again heard the mischievous laughing, Hee-hee-hee! She searched over the sharp boundary. A sunken, ragged path laid before her, and up ahead the escaped goat was near the edge of an almost five-foot-wide part of the pathway before it narrowed even more and then widened again and up at another perpendicular slope of a crag. The goat wailed again, Meh-eh-eh-eh! And every time it bleated a little voice answered, Hee-hee-hee. She shrugged and said to herself, “It’s just the wind…”

“You’re not going to stare at it the whole night. We need to rest for our journey to Takenoko tomorrow.” Darrion hummed slightly heavily, still looking at the beast. “We need to make sure it won’t ram into us and slice us in two.” Jai glanced back at the creature, finding two more smaller ones joining it lying on the ground and kissing the bigger one’s exposed stomach. Jai realized the smaller ones were the babies, and they were feeding from their mother’s breast milk. “I don’t see anything dangerous from them,” Jai pointed out. “For now. But these Crescent Goats can be dangerous if let be,” Darrion replied seriously.

Looked at it. “Meeeeeh.” Mason scrambled to his feet. “Yes. It’s bigger than you.” Gerald lowered his head again. “No.” “Meeeeeh.” “No.” Gerald charged. “WHY DO I BOTHER?” This time the mark beneath Gerald’s collar flashed. Green light exploded from his tiny horns. The enormous root recoiled. Everyone froze. Gerald froze too. He slowly looked up at his own horns. “Meeeeeh?” Rowan pointed. “Did the goat just use magic?”

“Watching Hudson for Colt and India, and Miles and Austin for Channing. Colby said she needed a night off since he was taking the older boys to the rodeo.” “Okay, it’s Anton’s turn. Everyone watch,” Domini said. Anton raced out of the chute, piggin’ string hanging from his mouth. He launched himself at the goat, tackled it to the ground, flipped it on its side and tied all four legs together. Then he hopped up, threw his hands in the air and took three steps back, waiting to see if the tie held. The judge nodded and held up the time. Three point five seconds, which beat Ky’s time of three point eight seconds.

I shook him, but he was like a man made of stone. I went back to the window. The goat was closer. The chain hadn't broken. The tree hadn't uprooted. Instead, the oak was stretching, the wood groaning and splintering in ways that defied physics. The goat’s neck was elongated now, its head level with the porch steps. Then, the goat turned its head. It looked directly at me through the glass. It opened its mouth. It didn't bleat. It spoke. It wasn't a human voice, but a collection of sounds—the snap of a bone, the hiss of a dying fire, the wet slap of a butcher’s knife. It called my name.

The goats swarm him, greedily gulping down the pellets and then licking his arms with long, pink tongues. He giggles, tickled, and scratches the creatures behind the ears. Carolina crouches down next to him. "Do you like these guys?" she asks. "They're funny," Brandon says. "Their eyes are weird!" Carolina looks one of the goats in the eye. "Do you think I could win a staring contest with this fella?" "No way!" She gives it a shot, holding her eyes comically wide as she holds the goat's horizontal-pupiled stare.

With only two very short stops, mostly for bathroom reasons, we ended up at the next village with more time than expected to spare. Xynaar happened to be a lovely little village. The doctor that saw Gecko was apparently a Barmar. Another type of goat Daemonaria with horns and hair all over their bodies, six fingers and a hunch, which apparently they all had. I tried not to stare as he helped us out, and to my surprise it cost nothing to see the doctor.

she said. "What's your goat's named," Everest asked after another few seconds had elapsed in silence again. The girl glanced up fondly at her pet who was busy trying to get at something on its hooves and kept tripping on its ass. "Mr Goat," she said. "My daddy's friend, Garth, got me it for my sixth birthday," she said proudly and smiled wide, showing off scanty milk teeth. The little detail made Everest warm up to the cockles. It was so good to see a small child so proud of her pet.