{{user}} slowly regains consciousness, he is met by two goat anthros. Clover, brown hair and black skin, greets him with a mixture of curiosity and assertiveness, while Lala, the white-haired and white skin anthro, offers a shy smile.

"Hey there," Clover greets {{user}} "I'm Clover, and this is my sister, Lala. It's unusual to see someone like you around here. What brings you to our village?"

Lala looks at {{user}}, intrigued. "What's your name? And what are you?" She asks shyly. "We've never seen anything like your kind before."

Clover seems to be sizing {{user}} up as her chest heaves with every word she speaks. She is wearing a mini skirt that barely covers her plump, jiggly ass and a tight camisole that's straining to contain her massive tits. Her long brown hair is held up in a ponytail, revealing a pair of drooping goat ears that matched her golden eyes. "We're curious about you. We've been living here all of our lives, and we've never seen someone of your species. Your appearance is quite intriguing."

Lala's eyes widen with excitement as she observes {{user}} intently. She is clad in a short dress made out of a thin, translucent fabric. It hugs her curves perfectly, revealing her Chubby figure. Her white hair cascades down her back in soft waves, and her eyes sparkle with curiosity. "Please, tell us about yourself," she pleads, "Where do you come from? What brings you to our village?"

Clover glances down at the passed-out man with a mixture of disappointment and annoyance. "Well, that was anticlimactic." She says to Lala before shaking her head, seemingly dismissing him for now. "Anyway," she continues, "I'm sure we can find something interesting to do while we wait for him to wake up again." Her hands begin roaming over her own body almost absentmindedly, as if searching for something or someone else to occupy her attention.

As for Lala, she can't help but feel a little saddened by the turn of events. "But he was our first," she whispers softly to herself. However, when she looks at Clover and sees how unbothered she is about it all, some of her old cheer begins to return. "Yeah, you're right. There are plenty more fish in the sea... or

As they continue their idle conversation, both Clover and Lala become more brazen in their movements. Clover's hand drifts lower, cupping her heavy chest through the thin fabric of her camisole as she gropes at herself suggestively. Her plump thighs are squeezed together in a lewd display that accentuates their fleshy curves and invites Lala to join in on the fun. "Maybe we should go find someplace more private," she says with a grin, "where we can really explore each other."

Lala, meanwhile, has worked up quite the appetite watching her sister act so lewdly. She absentmindedly fingers her lacy halter top, tugging at the cups as if they're too small for her giant breasts before finally giving in and yanking it off over her head. Her white fur puffs out around her

"You are in our village," Clover answers coldly. "What is your business here?" She steps closer to him, her imposing figure towering over his smaller stature as she looms menacingly. Her golden eyes narrow, examining every detail of his form. Meanwhile, Lala nervously wrings her hands together while avoiding direct eye contact with the newcomer.

Clover's expression hardens when Oz looks back at Lala's exposed chest again and blushes slightly. "Do not ogle my sister," she warns him sharply, an icy edge creeping into her voice now. Her hands curl into fists at her sides as if ready for a fight or something more intimate depending on how he chooses to respond.

"Beautiful," Clover repeats in a clipped tone before stepping closer still until their faces are only inches apart. "I can see that you like what you see, human." Her warm breath tickles against his lips, sending shivers down his spine despite himself. As for Lala, she has inched closer as well and now stands beside Clover; her pale fingers trembling slightly as they touch the sleeve of Oz's shirt.

"We could... make use of you," Clover continues, glancing meaningfully between herself and Lala before lowering her voice conspiratorially. "It's been a while since there were any men in our village." Her dark eyes linger on his throat suggestively as she takes another step closer still until their bodies are practically pressed together from breast to thigh. "We could... breed with you."

"Fertile?" Clover repeats with a half-snort, rolling her eyes before continuing matter-of-factly. "We're goat anthros. Of course we are." She steps back slightly to get a better look at Oz, appraising him up and down as if he were some sort of prize animal she was considering purchasing for breeding purposes. Lala shyly follows suit, blushing deeply as she takes in his muscular form. "We've never been with a human before... it might be interesting to see what happens." She licks her lips nervously and steps even closer now, pressing her bare chest against Oz's clothed one.

As soon as Oz's lips meet hers, Clover throws caution to the wind. Her hands grip his shoulders tightly while her tail thrashes wildly behind her in obvious excitement. Licking her lips hungrily, she deepens the kiss even further; their tongues dancing against each other as they explore uncharted territory.

Meanwhile, Lala watches this display with wide eyes and parted lips. She has never seen anything so passionate or raw before, and it only serves to stoke her own desires. Unable to contain herself any longer, she presses her body against him from the side; grinding her massive ass into his crotch while thrusting her chest forward with every breath as if trying to push even more of herself into his embrace. The feel of her soft fur against his hard flesh only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through both their bodies.

"Of course," Clover pants, eyes still glassy from their intense kiss. "This way." She turns away and begins leading the way down a winding path between some of the village's ramshackle buildings. Her curvy body sways enticingly with each step; her thick thighs rubbing against each other with every stride. Lala trails after Clover, casting shy glances at Oz before returning her attention to the ground in front of her as she nervously fingers a loose strand of hair. As they walk further away from the village square, both goat anthros become more playful and daring; grinding their asses against Oz when they think he isn't looking and giggling mischievously when he notices.

As they approach their small home at the edge of town, Clover glances over her shoulder to ensure that Oz is following close behind. Her body sways even more enticingly as she walks, emphasizing the fullness of her ass and thighs with every step. Lala follows suit; her movements more cautious yet no less sensual. The contrast between their two figures only serves to heighten Oz's arousal.

When they finally reach their destination, Clover unlocks the creaky door and ushers Oz inside. Lala nervously fidgets with her halter top again before slowly removing it completely; revealing her huge breasts once more to Oz's appreciative gaze. The dim lighting of the room casts a warm glow over their bodies as they make their way deeper inside towards a makeshift bed in one corner.

Clover grins wickedly at Oz's command. Her movements are confident as she struts over to the bed and climbs onto her knees on one side, propping herself up on her hands. With each seductive roll of her hips, the soft flesh of her ass is molded and stretched taut by the thin fabric of her panties. Her legs part invitingly to reveal even more of her succulent thighs; toned yet voluptuous from years spent running through fields and forests.

Meanwhile, Lala's blush deepens as she follows suit on the other side of Oz. Unlike Clover's powerful stride, Lala's movements are more delicate; her slender legs trembling slightly with anticipation beneath her goat fur-covered body. Her breasts heave with each breath as if they might spill free from

Clover leans forward, lowering her head so that she can lick and nibble at the engorged head of Oz's cock while stretching out her arm to steady herself against his thigh. Her dark eyes focus intently on his groin as she takes him deeper into her mouth with each pass; her wet warmth enveloping him like a glove. With every suck, her thick ass and powerful thighs press against the length of his shaft, milking him for all he's worth.

Meanwhile, Lala hesitates for only a moment before following suit, leaning in closer until their cheeks touch as they both service Oz's cock. Her pale lips feel cool against his flushed skin as she licks and teases the sensitive head with expert care. Her slender hands move up and down his length, massaging him gently while her fingers dance across the

As Oz fills Lala's mouth with his warm piss, Clover's eyes widen in shock before she regains her composure. Her thick ass and thighs press harder against him in retaliation; her powerful body showing that she won't be outdone in any part of their game. She leans closer still, taking advantage of Lala's momentary distraction to deepen her own rhythm on his cock. Her tongue flickers across the sensitive ridge beneath the head while her lips stretch impossibly around him.

Lala, on the other hand, obediently accepts Oz's offering despite its acrid taste. She gulps it down as best she can; her tight throat contracting deliciously against his shaft with each swallow. Her hands remain steady on his thighs; massaging and caressing him in a way that only seems to fuel the

As they pleasure Oz, their bodies sway enticingly in unison. Clover's thick ass presses against him with each powerful thrust of her hips; the soft fur covering it brushing against his sensitive skin with every touch. Her thighs are equally as enticing; toned and firm from countless hours running through fields and forests. They quiver with anticipation whenever they graze against Oz's hard flesh, their muscles rippling beneath her goat fur in a display of raw sexuality that leaves him breathless.

Lala's ass is just as succulent; round and firm despite its goofy appearance. Her pale skin glows against the darkness of the room, accentuating every curve and crevice. Her thighs are long and toned as well, but it's her sliminess that truly sets her apart; the sleek fur seeming to reflect the

The sudden invasion of warmth into Clover's mouth causes her to gag slightly before she can accommodate the full length of Oz's cock. Her dark eyes widen as he begins thrusting in and out of her; his powerful hips driving deep into her throat with each stroke. The muscles in her jaw flex visibly beneath her smooth fur as she works to contain his size, moaning around him in a mix of pleasure and relief that he finally gets what they've been offering all along: their bodies as playthings for his amusement.

Lala watches with wide eyes from the side; her thick thighs trembling as if they were made of gelatin beneath their fur coverings. The soft, pale skin around her entrance is flushed bright red from arousal; wetness dripping unseen onto the bed between them. She bites her lower lip nervously before tentatively reaching out to

Clover turns her head slightly to the side, revealing a sly grin as Oz's cock slides out of her mouth. "Why yes, I would love to." Her voice is thick with desire. Licking her lips eagerly, she waits for him to finish before taking his spent length in hand and guiding it back between her parted lips once more. The head of his cock brushes against the sensitive flesh of her tongue as she sucks hungrily; her powerful jaw working him expertly with each stroke until he comes again, filling her mouth with his warm seed.

Lala's eyes never leave Oz's face as he cum in Clover's mouth. Her hand drifts hesitantly towards the warm wetness between her thighs; the tips of her fingers dancing across her engorged lips before pressing against them and spreading them wider still, revealing the