Stars had already begun to jizz across the sky. As Gomperss arrived back at the Shack, he noted Soos' bald head (the lower one) in the window attached to the previously secret room. Gompers the Goat saw it and bleated in excitement: he was finally going to get his reward for a job well done!

Soos heard the bleat before he saw his minion. He had no idea what had transpired; Gompers had no standing orders. Yet here the goat came, literally, clearly anticipating some sort of treat.

Gompers racd to the door and bashed at it with his horns, whose hardnes resembled his third horn at this point. It was blowing up to enormous proportions, far beyond most human men, with precum spewing out and red tip glistening in the night. This is why Soos had chosen him to be the avatar of his more hidden aspects; his secret desires that never came to fruition through his own body. He was far more depraved than his mild deboner would seem to suggest. It was only because he was able to use Gompers like this that he had any peace at all.

Stan finally came (see what I did thar?) to the door, swearing and eyes bleary from watching the more adult channels on the TV for hours after the twins had gone to bed. Surely this goat couldn't have interrupted at a far more inconvenent time? Gompers burst through the doorway, through Stan's legs and under his raging boner. The feel of the goat on his legs made Stan confused about his arousal, but no less hard for it.

He'd have to screw that animal, sooner or later.

So, up Gompers went (in more ways than one), and started to butt against Stan's upright rod. It was a lot bigger than he'd expected. And it didn't take long for Stan's seed to explode from its girthy confines.

But that wasn't Gompers' only desires. He had far more in mind for the recklessly horny old man. After all, even Gompers couldn't resist the allure of his gold chains.

So, with a mighty leap and another orgasm (Gompers has LOTS of jizz to spare), he grabbed that gold chain from Stan's oh-so sexy and wrinkly neck and tore it off. Stan was a bit surprised, but didn't resist. Instead, he went along with it, for now. It wasn't as if a bit of goat fucking couldn't fit into his schedule.

He just hoped that Dipper and Mabel wouldn't come and see it. Or maybe he did. At the very least he knew that it was in his interest that they didn't see. He wasn't prepared to rape them both. Yet.

Though, he had to admit, the thought of thrusting his manhood deep into his great nephew's tight asshole was pretty tempting.

But the goat would have to do.

For now.