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 Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 6:18 pm
Stewart was releived when the flea man said he didn't have to do it, he just had to keep the goat still. Something that sounded much easier than it actually was. Then he looked down and saw the blood. Stewart had never been very comfortable around blood, and this was no exception. Somehow he managed to keep from gagging as he rushed to put the mug under the wound "Sorry," He mumbeled now paying full attention to what was going on.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 6:29 pm
The goat's struggling meant that quite a few drops splattered onto its nearby surroundings. This included the floor and Stewart. F winced slightly at the wastage.
"Okay." F struggled to think what to do next. His fingers wiggled slightly as he searched with his eyes for the bandages. "Okay." he repeated, eyes straying back to the blood leaking from the cut like sparkling water from a fresh spring.
"Is it full?" he asked impatiently, fingering the bandage.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 6:41 pm
Being sprayed with blood was bad enough, but it was even worse that Stewart was worried whether or not the blood would stain his white fur. Stewart tried to lead away from the blood spatter while still trying to keep the blood cup steady. But this only caused a little bit of blood to splash out of the cup. Hoping it was full enough for him Stewart said "Yes, I think so".
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 7:02 pm
F's eyes narrowed. "Right-" He had to do it. "-Hold that?"
He offered the bandages out to Stewart, and then took the mug from him. After draining it within a few seconds, and basking in the virtual taste-orgasm, he turned back to the animal.
F edged forward and carefully put his tongue to the goat's neck, the weak anti-coagulant in his saliva finding its way into the wound and giving the blood an excuse to keep on flowing. It may not have been the best thing for the goat, but it wasn't going to kill her. And F knew a single mug wouldn't satisfy him long.
This didn't stop the goat protesting however, and she spat profusely at the flea-man when he got close. When this had little effect, she eyed Stewart lengthily as if calling for his sympathy.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 7:18 pm
Stewart watched as F drained the entire mug as he held the bandages. This whole scene was just getting weirder and weirder. But he forced himself to stay there for some reason, trying to get his attention away from the fact that F was now licking the wound. Of all the things that he was expecting, that was not one of them. And to make matters worse, the poor goat was staring at him as if she was expecting him to help her. He felt terrible, but he knew that he had to ignore her. "What are you doing now?" He asked almost afraid to know that answer.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 7:33 pm
"Drinking." he grunted plainly between licks.
"Why? You want some?" he snorted, pulling away from the wound to peer at the goat-man with a lazy grin. With fresh blood dribbling slowly down his chin, he likely looked rather manic. F licked it up with his flea-like tongue, a hint of an apology in his eye. He wasn't particularly aiming to disturb the goat-man, but nor was he going to fight the urges.
F returned his attention, and his tongue, to the goat's neck.
The animal gave her own distressed snort and pulled away, clacking a hoof on the ground repeatedly.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 7:58 pm
"Uh, no thanks." He said trying not to stare at the blood dribbling down the man's chin. Would he be done soon? Stewart couldn't help but think this as he sat there watching the goat. She really didn't seem too pleased, should he warn F about this? Deciding not to say anothing, Stewart went back to watching Gurty's attempts to get away
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 8:20 pm
Eventually, F physically pushed himself away from the heavenly spring with a small grunt.
"Okay!" he announced, stepping back and wiping his mouth with his hands. "I fink vat'll.. do." he said uncertainly. The man apparently had one Hell of an appetite, and still wasn't exactly full.
"Can you-?" he questioned quietly, gesturing from the bandages in Stewart's hands to the goat and her bloody neck. "She looks prepared to gouge me liver out." he gave a slight chuckle.
Besides the goat's visible distain for him, F was pretty sure that he wouldn't be able to resist having another lick here and there if he came within reach again.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 8:25 pm
"Oh! Okay" Stewart said nodding, the goat did look pretty pissed. He could only hope that she wouldn't take that excess anger out on him. But he silenced these worries as he moved in closer to the goat and started to bandage up her neck. He was still amazed at the amount of blood the flea man sucked out of the poor goat. She would be alright, atleast that's what he hoped.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 1:18 am
F watched as the goat was bandaged up, standing back a bit and rubbing his stomach contently.
The goat only resisted slightly against Stewart's touch, and seemed to be mostly preoccupied with glaring a hole in F as if she was hoping her own blood would pour from said hole and trickle back towards her.
"See. Vis wasn't so bad." He said cheery grin. "You being 'ere really calmed 'er down." he nodded before putting a slightly bloody finger in his mouth.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 3:57 pm
Stewart was happy that the goat wasn't trying to kick him, but it still was very disturbing to feel so close to an animal. At least it was over, he wasn't too sure how much worse it could of gone. But with those thoughts aside he said " I'm just glad she stopped struggling."
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 4:26 pm
"Aye. Makes it seem less like we violated 'er." he said with a flippant grin as he finished licking the blood from his fingers.
"And if vuh Gods ever demand a goat-shaped sacrifice, we know she won't complain terribly as long as your Studliness is around." he gave a brief theatrical bow, and then began to untie the rope that was attached to a railing nearby.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 4:40 pm
Stewart felt his face blush a deep red as he listened to F "I-I don't think that will be nessiscary. We don't really support animal sacrifices anymore". At least Stewart hoped that there wasn't going to be a call for any goat sacrifices. Then he might be in the goat's place. He knew such a thing could never happen, but he just couldn't help himself.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 4:56 pm
"No, of course not. Neither do we." he responded slowly as he gently patted the goat on the head.
F hadn't yet clued on to Stewart's priestly tendancies. His eyebrows raised slightly as he awaited an explanation for the sudden adoption of what he assumed was a Royal 'we'.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 5:42 pm
What did F mean by we? Stewart was referring to the church, but by his appearance, Stewart guessed that he probably had no affiliation with the Catholic Church like he did. But he still had to ask "Are you familiar with the Church's viewpoints on animal sacrifice?"
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