3, then 1

The male goats come first; Garris takes his knife and slays the first one, only to be beat hugged by the second who then slams him on the ground and puts its meat on top of his body. Garris pukes in disgust which only seems to encourage the horny goat man, who pushes his enormous cock forward. Lucky for Garris, the cock was still on top of him, rather than inside. He takes his knife and neuters the beast, who falls down and retreats. Three female goats approach him and lunge for his penis, which is still dangling outside his pants. Garris jumps back and manages to slay one, the others tackle him and begin to slobber all over the poor guy, sparing no mercy for their new ravenous sexual appetite. Garris is blinded as one sits on his face, then he feels his dick being pleased by multiple tongues. He flails his arms, cutting at the she goat atop him. This manages to arouse the goats further, as these seem to enjoy their wool a bit bloody. Garris nears climax as he struggles for air. He then lands a direct blow to something he can sense is vital, and the goat slumps off his face, to show more sexualized goats heading to him, with one already joining the one still pleasing his cock. He begins cumming in the she goat stationed at his dick, to which the goat happily licks up every drop of what was now to them was an essential elixir. A male goat stands atop Garris’s face, his overinflated balls audibly swishing with cum. Garris begins to panic as the man goat smacks him with its dick, smearing it’s ooze over his face, angering Garris enough for him to yell at the goat. The goats all stood back startled. Apparently, sound was their weakness. The goats stumbled back, now surprised and scared of the noise. Garris screamed again. This time, the mountain goats got the message and took off into the night.