Okay maybe he wasn't actually fucking it, but he was bent over it with an inappropriate expression on his face (and the goat looked none too happy) and wielding a stick. Very, very odd.
Finally meeting Caat tonight for dinner! *cheer* And she's said she might bring ficcage! *imagines Steve Shields tied to a goalpost* *clears throat* Sorry, that image was entirely from my not-quite-awake mind.