Story #69

The geep-shoat hated its miserable existence. It was cared for by no less than forty geneticists and awed over daily by the media. They fed it only the highest quality feed and pet it vigourously. Sure, his parents had been the first pair of sheep-goat chimeras ever to produce offspring, but he could give a fuck. Actually, he could give a fuck. He was so bored humping his four concubine shoat-geeps all over his six acre pasture that he had resorted to bribing one of the female researchers into jacking it off once a week. "Bah," the geep-shoat said, and everyone laughed.