You explore 'Heaven'

After the last groaning glob of cum shoots from your cock you finally let loose a sigh of relief. Your head spins as you lie spread out on the grass and look up at the azure blue sky. You feel the blades tickle your sensitive, naked frame and think to yourself that this might actually be a pleasant eternity, and if the price you have to pay is tasting your own cum for ever more, maybe it's worth it.

As your consciousness floats up into the tiny wisps of cloud, you feel something around your cock. You look down and see the colorful imp kneeling between your legs with an assortment of measuring devices, diligently taking readings and recording them on his notepad. "Mmhmm... 4" flaccid, as required... eeh... ummm... an ounce per ball... nice, nice... 0.3" uretral opening, optimal. Great!" He addresses the last word to you, "You're all set to enjoy your afterlife."

You groggily push yourself up, "Wai... Wha...?" but before you can articulate your question, the rainbow colored twink has disappeared.

You look around at the meadow and see a vision of nauseating beauty - like something out of an English fairytale, and there you are, the breeze tousling your refurbished cock.

You stand up, half expecting to see a talking animal bounce out of burrow somewhere. You stretch a bit and start walking. As you stroll aimlessly, you see a pair of goat horns wiggling just above the grass-line.

In life, you had a pathological fear of goats ever since one butted you in your tenders when you were still a squeaky kid. It didn't help that said goat proceeded to gnaw at said tenders for a good five minutes until your parents realized what was happening. Since then, ruminants have been the anti-sex **** in your mind and anytime you were even slightly reminded of one, you would instantly lose your will to cum.

You turn to explore in another direction, and just as you do, you see another pair of horns wiggling in the grass in front of you. You look back to see the other pair, but they had disappeared. You look forward again and cautiously back away. You turn to try another direction and just as your eyes leave the pair of tittering horns, they appear in front of you again, and closer this time.

You instinctively cover your delicates and try to walk backwards away from this celestial goat, but it doesn't seem to be working. You move further and further back, but the horns seem to be following you without moving. You pick up the pace until you get to a bizarre backwards trot which, predictably, makes you fall over something and bang your head on a particularly cross piece of dirt.

"Well hello there."

For a second you think you've fallen down next to Obi-Wan Kenobi, but the voice you hear is a shade too deep to be the luscious Ewan McGregor. You rub the back of your head and keep your eyes screwed shut from falling over but you manage a reply, "Hi..."

After a good long rub, you open your eyes and are stunned by what you see - a young man crouching over you wearing a pair of goat horns on his head. "What the hell?" you say as you prop yourself on your elbows.

"That should be my line, given how you tripped over me."

"Wait, were you the goat-thing that kept following me?"

"Goat-Thing?! I prefer bipedal bovine, if you don't mind."

He stands up and offers you a hand. You take it and get a good look at him as you get on your feet. "The name's Toby." he says, "Urrrgluuuguughah..." you reply.

The man was, somewhat predictably, nude, but what a nude he was! In endowments, he was no less rich than the imp who thoroughly milked you just a few hours ago, but in everything else, he seemed to be the polar opposite. Where the imp had a gleefully oblivious to his own nakedness, Toby wore it like a newly clad emperor. Where the imp was milk white with rainbow hair, Toby was a decadent dark brown with wavy hair to match. You notice that, even when half closed, Toby's eyes were the size of dinner plates and his hairless physique looked like something a soccer player would spend decades chiselling into his own body. The sinuous strands of muscles ran down his arms and legs and abs accompanied by perfectly branching veins, almost like signposts telling you where to stare. And top it all off, he had a smile that could set a nightclub on fire. Or, more specifically, a smile that would light a box of fireworks and toss it into a nightclub so it would catch fire.

You catch yourself just as the drool starts to form at the corner of your lips and you look at his face. "Clearly, you're enjoying the view." he says nonchalantly as he reaches up pulls off the goat horns. He chuckles slightly as he turns the horns over in his hands and continues, "Oh, perhaps I should clarify, It wasn't I who was following you..." he lets out a shockingly loud whistle which makes you jump, "... They were."

The grass rustles and out of them comes a heard of tiny, utterly rotund goats.

"EEEKKKK!!!!" You squeal as you jump into Toby's arms.

"Darling!" he exclaims, "I had no idea you were so forward!"

In a blind panic you reply, "Wai... wha... no... aakk... GOATS!"

Toby lowers his voice and speaks to you as if he's your long-suffering boyfriend who has to explain why what you did is a faux-pas for the hundredth time, "Yes, darling, they are, but you mustn't say it out loud. The audience gets upset if you mention their species."

"Audience?"

"Well, yes my love..." He kneels down on the ground and lowers you onto the grass as he speaks, "... how're we to have sex if we don't have an audience to applaud?"

"And d'jyu betta make it a good shau, too." one of the goats bleats in an inexplicably cockney accent.