Real Story of St. Patrick (Adult Fiction).

Real Story of St. Patrick (Adult Fiction).

A Story by OscarRat

A little different than expected.

Baaaah!” the sheep cried as they munched on sparse grass in the hills of Eire. Dumb animals, you never heard a complete tune like, “Bah, bahhh, bbbaaah, baaa, ba, ba.” Just one “baaaah” after the other, all day long, with an occasional “baaazzzzzzz” in the night.

Patricius Calpurnius was used to it. Ever since being captured at his home at Bannavem Taburniae in England, he had been tending the sheep. Kidnapped at sixteen, he had spent almost two years there, so far. It wasn’t a bad job, but lonely and below minimum wage.

Since the Irish couldn’t get any Irishman to do the work, they had to lure or capture Englishmen for the job. Who would willingly spend a lifetime looking up sheep butts and shoveling s**t? "Only the English," was the cry. The Irish loved to spread the stuff, but not shovel it.

Patricius, or Patrick in Gaelic, heard an all-too-familiar cry. “Urkk, baaaaaa, urkkk, baaaaaaaa.”

Running around a rock, the boy spied that pesky aardvark mounting one of his sheep. Patrick grabbed a rock and flung it at the creature. Not being a very good shot with a rock, it hit the sheep instead, the large aardvark not noticing. It didn’t miss a stroke as the sheep sank to its knees, and then belly.

Finished, the aardvark looked around as Patrick ran toward him. With a loud “Urrrkk” it took off into the rocks. Sighing, Patrick picked up the contented female sheep to carry back to the herd.

Looking around, he saw a certain large rat sitting on a high rock, like usual. It sat on its butt and hind legs, body raised and watching the activity. Angry at the aardvark, Patrick spoke to the rat for the first time.Why didn’t you stop him? What good are you, rat? Just sitting there and watching him rape my sheep?” 

The sheep looked up at Patrick with dreamy eyes, as if to say "What rape, Kimo-sabe?"

The rat simply shrugged its shoulders and smiled.

Later, the aardvark, carefully looking around first, came up to the rat and gave it a small copper coin.Thanks, Raticus. That was the best sheep you’ve found me yet. I loved it when she lay down on her stomach.” He waved his tail and left. 

You see, Raticus Ratreagan was a Gaelic pimp and a rich Druid rat, and that was how he stayed that way -- a rich Druid rat.


The next day, Patrick was daydreaming of having his first sex -- with someone else, that is. Lying against one of the many rocks and watching his sheep jiggling their behinds at him, 

Patrick wondered what human women were like. He never even noticed Raticus standing next to him.

An experienced pimp, Raticus recognized the symptoms, even in a human.Hey, boy,” Raticus asked, “you wanna get laid?”What’s 'laid' mean?”Spend some time with a girl, stupid, doing the old bouncy, bouncy. Boom, boom, pant, pant, wink, wink. You know what I mean?”Uh, uh. Miss Kennedy fixes breakfast for me sometimes, and I’m with her. She’s fat and ugly, though.”Na, I can get you a nice juicy young girl ... for two sheep a night, that is?”Two sheep? I dunno. The boss would be after my butt if I did.”Just tell him a wolf got them, that’s all you gotta do. He trusts you,” Raticus explained.I gotta see her first.”

A deal made, Raticus disappeared into the rocks -- where else?

Late that afternoon, Patrick herded the sheep back to his little camp in the wild and put them in a corral for the night. Going into a tent, he found a human girl about his age. She was naked under a sheepskin blanket, just lying there, smiling and wiggling ten pink little toes.Come on in, boy.” She flipped back the sheepskin, motioning him in with her. It took all of ten seconds for Patrick to comply. He didn’t know what to do or how to do it, but was willing and able. Hands busy, Patrick didn’t notice her pick up a book. It was a Bible.Hey, that tickles.” she said with a giggle. “Cut it out. I’ve been sent here by God and Raticus to teach you many things, including thhaaat, ha, ha.” It did tickle. “Now pay attention. First you have to learn what the Bible says.”

The girl stayed with Patrick all summer, teaching him many things and making him memorize the Bible in order to earn his rewards. By the end of summer, Raticus had taken the entire herd of sheep -- two at a time. With the Bible finished and no more sheep to pay her, the girl left for home, taking half a herd with her.

Not having any sheep left, Patrick didn’t know what to do. How to tell his boss.Guess I better go back to England before the Irish hang me?” he told himself. It was his only way out. So Patrick started out on a two-hundred-mile journey to the coast. Having many adventures, he made his way back to freedom in his native land. 

Being really, really versed in the words of the Lord, Patrick soon made the rank of Bishop in the Catholic Church.

He couldn’t forget that girl though, and finally went back to Ireland. That time it was to look for his lover and, incidentally, convert the Irish to Christianity.

He never did find the girl, but did find Raticus again. The Druid rat taught Patrick a simple incantation to help him in his converting.Just use this, Pat, and you can chase all the snakes and aardvarks out of Eire,” helpful Raticus told the future Saint and accepted his payment in gold -- Patrick being wealthy by then.

Patrick used the magic Druid incantation to impress his converts. Which is why you never see snakes or aardvarks in Ireland anymore, but plenty of girls and Christians. The few remaining Druids would rather it were the other way around.

Oscar Rat

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Added on November 10, 2019
Last Updated on November 10, 2019
Tags: rat, St Patrick, legend, humor, history




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