This is a story based off an older series I have written 'With the Ramgards'. It's from those furry tales I like so. These hybrid humanoids, half man hand ram. And this is a tale of man with beast. So if you do not like this. Kindly move on. Otherwise I hope you enjoy it.. **** **** **** + **** **** **** Dreaming of Ramgards'(1)
I can say for fact that for many years I have been oddly infatuated with them. These creatures that live in the forest. Guarding the paths and roads for those who traverse them. Strong masculine man beasts that are always there to save humans from all manner of savage beasts in the wild. These beasts I speak of are called Ramgards'. They are a melding of man and big horned rams. The same that dwell in the cliffs of the high mountains. But these have ever led over the centuries to be larger and more human like. Only their heads showing the face of the beats that came from. Large curved horns on the male and smaller more straightened on females. But it was mostly the males that roamed the lands. Almost like nomads as they moved from place to place. Keeping watch over the roads humans traversed. All in an mutual arrangement between the species that helped both parties. It is a good thing as the wilds of the forest are vast and can be scary especially for someone younger and of my age. But I would find myself in these creatures company soon enough.
"And why am I out here" you ask of me
It's a long and almost tedious story. And a main reason why the Ramgards' are out there in the wild. For there are some things about being human that are t the best. Especially if you are an outsider to the arranged law and order of most villages. It is because these villages all throughout the lands have beliefs in something know as the 'sacred scrolls'. Supposed teaching by the human God that suggested that the human species is the superior one, 'the chosen one's. And any other species are but fodder to this God. Even those Ramgards' that are appreciated for their aide along the treacherous roads twisting through the forests.
"They are inferior. But useful to us" the priest had said "And other that our allowing their existence to be,all man beasts are of the stench in the bowels of the earth"
Words direct from the high priest of my village. 'pompous bastard's I would whisper under my breath as he spoke each day of worship.
"Yes a pompous bastard" I whisper to myself
What did they know of anything. They were just conveyors of religious ideology that may or may not be true as there were some circles that suggested the latter. And I for one leaned towards that way of thinking. But until I finally saw the beasts for myself I was a skeptic of them and what they were to us. Where they aides when needed or just creatures that may one day lead an attack in the humans population as they lay sleeping. Entrusted to their guard.
"But I do t it" I would tell myself "What would they need of us" "Able to live out there on their own" "With our villages and religious democratization"
I was actually jealous of them. They weren't under the constant scrutiny by the priests and their horrible watchful eyes. And I already knew how they felt about the homosexual lifestyle 'abomination!' would be shouted in preachings. That it was the devil's work. And why do I speak of this. Well I might am a homosexual. I am.a man and I desire men. They are far more beautiful to look at per my opinion. A strong powerful body that when working labors was a sight to behold. And I just enjoyed seeing it But as I life in this place of hate, born unto this wicked religious ideology, I had to go for my desires and keep them to myself. Throughout my youth and young adulthood. Least I be scorned and ostrasized by them and the community. Maybe even banished from this place. And as I knew no one outside our village save for my grandmother, I would surely die out there on my own. Killed by bear king or Wolfen alike.
"I shall remain silent in this" I would have to tell myself. "They shall not know of my desires"
And this did not help my life regardless. Needs unfulfilled each day driving me to self pleasure that was far from adequate. I wanted live and desire and all those pleasures that sex brought. And save for a few secret rendezvous with the local hidden men, I would have very little in this through most of my young adulthood. But let me get to this portion of my tale that I was first introduced to the gorgeous beasts know as ramgards. It was in a trip in my teens with my parents. We were to visit my grandmother that lived in one of the other villages a few days ride from ours. My father and I loading up the wagon and bitching up the horses to take us in the journey. Taking off in the morning on a Thursday. We would be at grandmother's in two days and a half.
"We will keep to the may roads" my father said "It's safer and there is less a chance to run into trouble" "Why?" I would ask "The main roads are watched and guarded."
We were not a full day into the trip when we did run into issue. The wagon wheel on the right somehow loosened and broke off the wagon. We were now stuck, and vulnerable. My father with weapon at the ready as my mouth and I slept. I tried to sleep until I heard the Wolfen cry. Somewhere in the distance was one of those beasts. Maybe more. And I sat up with a mallet in hand, ready to stroke a blow to anything that was unfamiliar. We luckily were untouched in the night as it swept along. And in early mornings light my father decided to try and fix the wheel. I tried to help him and my mother was now wielding the weapon for safety.
"We will be okay. Right father?" I asked if him "I hope so" he replied "But we may have to wait until someone comes along" "Even with your help this is with the task"
It was then that I saw movement in the trees to the south side of the road. Firstly some dark figures moving about in the forest. Was it Wolfen. They had not attached in the evening which would have been easier for them. But no had they waited until now to prepare their assault on us. I feared we would meet out ens there in that road. But then I heard a horn blow. Then the sounds of heavy mir ment in the forest. Then flashes of what appeared white figures in the forest now. I then heard the sounds I shrieked and howls. As the Wolfen and something else were in a battle there surrounding us as we sat there helpless. My father jumping into the wagon with us and welding the sword to what ever may come at us. But then all grew silent. Save for the birds in the trees and the wind passing along the trunks it was quite. I still helt to the mallet I had received when we huddled into the wagon.
"Ohh my God" I then hugged
There they were, these.magnifycentnlookg creatures. Bodies of male perfection and head of arms. Such tall striking creatures with white/ grey fine hairs in their bodies. Arm, thighs and chests. The midsection and crutch area covered only in wrappings to conceal what was probably their penises. My eyes just lingers on the one that walked towards us. Surveying the muscle and strength of how they looked.
"Are you alright" he then said to my father "Yes, yes, we are" my father said back
He still held to his weapon. Unsure of what was to happen next. Yet he deciphered whom these creatures were, as I had.
"You. You are ramgard?" My father then asked "Yes" came back the voice "I am Val" "We had been following the Wolfen as we knew they had caught your scent" "And we wanted to make sure that you were not to be there next meal"
My father sighed and then thanked the creature. Singing their accolades for how they had protected his family. Then val.looked at the wagon and he sighed. Then he waved his arm and several other ramgard moved in. They then proceeded to repair the wagons wheel. Attaching it more securely to the wagon itself. Again the beasts were thanked for their assistance. Val nodded at him, then at my mother and me. I just stared at him. Finding a strange tingle as it fluttered through my belly.
"You should be fine now" Val had said "And do stay on the main roads my friends"
We then were back in the road and leaving those beautiful beasts behind. My eyes filled with the awe I had as seeing and being near a ramgard for the first time. That night I slept well. Dreaming indeed if Ramgards'...
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