"...How 'bout you come to the gym with me?" Manny chuckles. To emphasize his point, bouncing those enormous pillow-like pecs of his. You catch a brief wince in his eyes as he does so. Seems like he's not as invincible as he thinks he is.
"Uh... I dunno, Manny. I think you should just reEEest!" You yelp the last bit as the giant goat picks you up off the ground, slings you over his broad shoulder and carries you out of the room into the common suite. You notice one of your suitemates collapsed on over the kitchenette table, the smell of alcohol all about, the poor mouse blissfully sleeping off a bottle of vodka, blissfully unaware of the penis drawn on his forehead.
"Mornin', Job," the goat booms. The mouse jumps from his position, a loud squeak ringing through the room, loud enough to wake up your other mates. But just as fast as he was shocked awake, the mouse slams his head back onto the table, not even noticing that Manny's got you slung over his shoulder.
"Aw, fuck you, man," the mouse groans before nodding off, his breathing becoming rhythmic. A typical Saturday affair. Manny just chuckles and, with his free hand, plucks the bottle of booze from Job's paw, leans back and downs the rest of it. He then walks over to the kitchen counter and places the bottle down, lining it up with the 'epic' collection of bottles the guys have been collecting. The goat unleashes a satisfied, if disturbingly loud, belch.
"Gross," you comment.
"Whatever, buddy," Manny chortles, always in a chipper mood.
"You know, one of these days, you guys are gonna get caught sneaking alcohol in-"
"And until that day comes, we'll keep on doin' it," Manny exclaims. He gets a little 'here here' from someone down the hall in their room. "See?" he says to you. You just roll your eyes.
The colossus of a goat brings you to the bathroom and finally sets you down. You secretly admit, you liked the way Manny could casually toss you around, actually, it's something you thought could only happen in your wildest of dreams (usually followed by him stripping and exposing that tremendous cock of his, then inevitable amazing man-sex). "So uh, little buddy, you mind, um... helping me bath? I don't wanna get these bandages wet..." he says sheepishly.
"Can't you um... do that yourself?" you ask quietly.
"I can't really reach the corners of my back, dude. I, uh... usually just let the shower wash back there for me," he admits. It's a very strange sight, the big confident Manny nervously asking little ol' you for a sponge bath.
Still, as much as you've dreamt of getting close to this hunk, the answer's a definitive, "No," you reply, shuddering.
"Aw, c'mon," Manny whines.
"No, dude-"
The giant goat interrupts you. His method? Pulling you into a headlock. A little portion of you is writhing with delight, the more sane part of you screams, "What the fuck, Manny!"
"How 'bout now?" he chuckles, easily containing you, shrugging off every blow you make.
"Okay! Okay fine, just... let my head go!" you whimper. He does just that, a smug grin on his face. A part of you is furious; one of these days... One day he'll learn he can't 'brute force' it to get the things he wants.
You sulk as you're degraded to giving the giant hulk his bath, lathering up his hard to reach places. For the most part, he can do it himself, he rubs the loofah over his chest (well, the part that wasn't bandaged up), over his abs. You have half a mind to think he's purposefully moving slowly to show-off his size to you. And it works, you're mesmerized. You know he's a bit of an exhibitionist, the goat loving to flaunt his 'goods,' but when he whips it out on you...
"Wanna, help me out, little dude?" he grunts.
"Manny..." you hiss.
"Aw c'mon, I know you've seen it before-"
"That's 'cause you don't cover up in the room!" you howl. He just shrugs. Your temper flares; so he's been doing it on purpose!
"Meh, it's not like you complain," he says cooly. You narrow your eyes. "Don't gimme that, Paul, I've seen the way you try to steal glances at me." It's then that you notice what you've been staring at, the humongous shaft poking at your stomach. To add insult to injury, the huge thing splurts out a bit of pre onto your chest. The white on your muzzle flushes scarlet and you try to back away from him, embarrassed beyond belief. But, he grabs at your arm. "How come ya never asked, Paul?"
"W-what?" you mumble.
"Asked to sleep with me? I mean, you're gay... I'm gay..."
"I... Do people just do that?!" you cry.
"Yeah... all the time. Why do you think I've got guys linin' up for a piece of Manny-Man?" the goat chuckles and waves that huge piece of meat in your face. "Because they ask," he adds with a whisper, just to taunt you. "So, you wanna have sex before the gym?"
"No!" you yelp.
"C'mon, dude, I wanna see what comes out-"
"Oh my God, Manny, so not appropriate," you yell. Your cheeks burn; embarrassment, anger. You're a side-show freak to him; come see the badger who cums black goop! And that stings. "I'm not going to the gym," you say quietly.
If it didn't hurt enough already, Manny's callous, or perhaps completely oblivious to how much his comment hurt you, enough to reply, "Sure you are." With little effort, he slings you over his (still damp) shoulder, and makes his way out of the bathroom, his erection raging as a hard as ever. Manny's solution, just put a towel over it. Yeah, because, no one's going to notice over a foot and a half of goat-meat hidden underneath a towel. (And he brags his dad is bigger... you don't even question how he knows this...)
You sigh as you pass by Job again, the mouse still out-cold. At least no one's here to see you and Manny gallivanting about. The goat quickly gets dressed (though, waiting for his member to go soft was a chore) and pulls out his gym bag, slinging it over one shoulder and then you over the other. The romanticism about the idea is starting to wear off on you. It's starting to get annoying.
You just... try to hide your face as Manny passes by students on your way to the gym. "Manny... put me down," you croak.
"Not gonna run away?" he asks. You shake your head. Thank God... solid ground. It's then that you notice, you're already there. It takes a couple seconds more for the two of you to notice there's someone there...
Elena. She's got a tracksuit on, snug on her frame. You can see every curve on her, meticulously toned. "I knew it," she hisses, her eyes narrowing into slits, a menacing stare only a cat like her could pull off.
"Elly, what the hell are you doing here?" Manny grunts.
"Making sure you don't enter," she replies. "I knew you were going to come for a workout. That's all you ever do."
"Hey, what can I say, I'm a growin' boy," Manny chuckles. Your jaw drops when he rolls his shoulders and raises his arms up with a slow deliberate arc. The giant goat squeezes his upper arms, the massive globe of his biceps peaking precariously close to 30". "Yeow," the goat whimpers, bringing his arms down and grabbing his hurt one.
Elena just raises a brow and points back down the street. "Go home, Manny." (You can almost hear her follow up with, "Or else you're not allowed to copy my essays.")
The goat slouches. Who knew his one weakness would be his smaller older sister?
"C'mon, Paul, let's go-"
"No, he stays," she says abruptly. This whole family... was bossy. Normally, you'd try to resist, but... knowing how she almost sliced your head right off last night, you know better. Little did you know...
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