Spelstorm Manor

They who Come

Daytime, and almost anytime, no matter what I was doing, whether grazing or standing at the fence watch cars dive past, people in a hurry to get to nowhere better than what I enjoy now. It is not as if in heaven, nary anything close to being in something similar, as the odor of urine, manure, and various female bodily fluids permeate the air we as goats have to breathe.

Pacified by living a life of virtual ease, of doing what seems natural,whether feeling the want to exercise i might run around the pasture. If I wish to relax, there is our big shade tree to lie under and then having the urge, I chew my regurgitated cud.

At times of the year the whole consortium of nanny goats seem to come into feeling heated passions, and they come a calling, looking for their herd sire to stand up and begin his primary task; that of quelling female lusts, and giving the nannies soon kids. Kids that grow up, as what become too like their nanny mothers, they become for me as more females to keep satisfied.

Humans are never satisfied, or if they become so, they do not retain the moderation. I have nineteen human females that come at various evening sessions. They come to pet and prod, wishing to see what glory I hold up in my hairy sheath.

As to those human females that come, a few are as perverse as once was me, they wishing for what the nannies get. I do as they wish, often rutting them into a violent state, their vagina bleeding from deep and rough thrusting.

The demon who beget this way of life for me did warn of the coming of such silly women. He did make mention of the infectiousness of my semen upon the human wombs, and of what would happen to those women from prolonged irritation by me and my male organ.

Only one, as to this day and time of year has come back, she removing all her clothing and brashly showing her stud what his infectious semen does to a woman. She got a rash, it red and weeping, being like a Thrush infection of her skin.

Brenda, she a young woman I knew in my past life, and she coming to play with me, and I with her, we enjoying our long evenings, her of want and me of lust, joined and massaging each the other. Her rash ended up growing forth a pelt of goat fur. She felt the changes beginning and came calling, she had many questions but I could give her no answers.

Two years to the day, and Brenda since has joined our happy herd; I for one am happiest, as Brenda having been human first, knows some neat ways of bringing a matured sire goat into a full blooming erection!

Do take any of your pictures, Brenda standing, she likes still to try and stand upright, as she did for twenty some years before becoming a nanny goat for me!