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..
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Dreaming of Ramgards'(2)
... I was instantly smitten with the beast that came to our side along the main road between villages. There heading to my grandmother's along this quite and lonely road. Finding ourselves in a bit of a pickle as the wagon broke passing over some rock. Then trapped there in the middle of nowhere with worry of deadly creatures lurking about in the forest. Waiting to be killed by them. The finding ourselves protected and helped by the creatures I had heard the stories of. The Ramgards'. This beast of legend that were aides in some way to the humans of the world. And they certainly came to ours. Helping us with the Wolfen that were following us, as well as fixing the wagon. Helping us get back to the journey at hand.
"Fascinating" I had said as we drove off from where they helped us "Fascinating?" My mother questioned "Those are unholy creatures"
I looked at her as she said this. Not understanding why she would say such a thing about the ones that just saved us from a possible death
"But they helped us mother" I said to her "Yes. But that is their obligation" "They know they are of the devil" "But wish not to be so" "So they make amends with this aide to us" "Hoping that God will bless them for it"
My eyes just looked at her. Was she mad? This was what I presumed. I was ever so so grateful that they decided to help us. Something they easily could have said no to. They could have left us to fend against the Wolfen on our own. But due to their grave we did not have to. But she continued in her rant about them. Insisting to say that they could try to do all the good in the world, though it would never get gids grace to allow them into her heaven. They were damned because of their appearance. I could not change my mother views. No matter what I may tell her. But as for me, I was finding these creatures fascinating. And based off their strong masculine appearance, arousing.
"Will she ever tire of this?" I pondered "So much hate because of some silly accident teachings"
The journey was finished and done. And we were soon back home. And my thought were completely in these fantastical creatures. Wanting to know more of them, wanting to see more of them. But As I was still young and had little control of my current destiny, I had little to no contact with the Ramgards. Let alone seeing one again. And the books about them only showed a hideous thing in drawing form, so I could not (save for the memory of them) see them in my mind.
"Such awesome creatures" I would say. My hand reaching down to feel myself as I thought of them
As the next few years passed, I almost forgot about my sighting of them in my youth. That delicious memory starting to fade off as was the image of those bodies. But I certainly did not forget of them. Still lingering in the back of my head. Growing up into a young man and finding my place in the village. Obtaining my own residence as I started work and livelihood to be my own man. My mother on the constant to interject that I was in dire need of a mate.
"Find yourself a woman already" she would say. "Least rumours begin to be tossed about"
And I knew what she was referring to. Should I not wed in the near future, those rumours would be of a possible homosexual affliction. Something loathed by this religious zealots. An affliction that would evidently have someone forced to leave the village. A fear I had because I knew I had their 'horrible affliction'. I desired the male form in its utter beauty. That is why the Ramgards' were so much an interest to me. For their bodies were nearly perfect. So I knew I had to keep this 'affliction' secret. To myself and anyone I may have a 'secret connection with'. And there were a few in the village. They also hiding from the truth. The town blacksmith, the bakers son, and even someone in the citadel. One of the girls there that I had had a few encounters with. Bellat was his name. Bellat was a stunning specimen of manhood. Just over 6 foot and 230 pounds of man and muscle. Dark hair and strong arms and a lightly hairy body. From the first moment I saw him there several years back I had felt the tingle in my.loibs for him. He was not my first in the village. But most certainly my most favorite. He was good and kind, gentle and forceful at the same time. Each and every time we had a secret rendezvous I came back elated from the experience. For that man knew the body and how to pleasure it. I recall when I first lay eyes upon him. Standing there at his post at the citadel. A tall fantastic visage of a man. At the time I was having a relationship with the bakers son Cervis. Sneaking about to have sex while many were at church.itbwas one of those days that we were to meet that I came across Bellat. I had come out of the worship hall and went out to search for Cervis for our weekly encounter. Heading around and passed the citadel. I glanced up at the man as I moved passes him standing there statue like.
"Stop!" He called out to me "Should you not be in worship?"
I froze as he called at me. I looked up at him as he glowered down at me. I feared he may decipher what I was doing somehow. This was the day of worship after all. All but the guards and a select few attended service on this day.
And again he asked me "Should you not be in worship?"
I had to think of something quickly. My mind trying to conquer an excuse to be outside of the place of worship. But as I tried to summon up an excuse he cut me off. Obviously he had deciphered why I was out there. Not praying to some deity.
"I have seen you before." He then said "This is not the first time you do this" "Where are you going?"
There was a pause and then he continued his interrogation
"And whom are you meeting?" He then said "It is the baker boy?" "For I have seen him out here as well" "Just not today"
I felt myself begin to sweat even as I stood there. Fear welling up inside me as I pondered running. Just running away. Then I heard his workday on my head again. Cervis had not left church? Was he not meeting me this week? And as of the guard read my mind. He answered my question. Telling me that 'the naked boy' was in church. Then the guard came over and grabbed my arm. Holding it right so I may not run
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