## Archive-name: birth-of-goatboy

From: goatboy@agora.rdrop.com (Brian Thornton)

Subject: birth of GOATBOY 1/2

Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality

BIRTH OF GOATBOY Pt 1
In the spring of 1990 I left Indiana to join a gay & lesbian commune deep in the hills of Tennessee. The commune had a small goat herd with one large white buck named Booger. I was staying in a small cabin which was situated between the barn and a patch of pasture. Each morning the goats would go by on their way to graze. Booger would always hang out in front for a while. He was much more friendly than the nannies, almost humanlike. I asked one of the older members about him. He told me Booger's mother had died at birth and was raised by a wiccan known as Kat, a Serbian woman who occasionally stayed at the commune. There were rumors that she had a kind of "special" relationship with Booger but I was never told the details.
I met Kat once, talked with her. She was almost always dressed in some sort of medieval attire. I found her mysterious and entrancing.
Well, the nannies did not have much to do with this billy and the residents weren't having much to do with me. The focus of the commune at that time was mainly on feminine energies, Radical faeries, Goddess and so on. I was of a muscular build, not butch in the gay sense, but very masculine. I rapidly found myself not fitting in. I was criticized for having too much male energy and my reluctance to do drag. I have to admit, I was fascinated by Radical Faerie magik and spirituality. That's what brought me down here. I knew I had a purpose. Some where in the back of my head was the idea of a magik and spirit that would express itself in a celebration of the male form.
Booger and I had struck up a playful friendship, banging heads and wrestling around the barnyard. I began to find these encounters quite erotic and so did he, because he always sucked himself off after and I would jokingly say, "I'd like to fuck that sweet little goat ass of yours, yes I would!"
On the morning of the 4th o' July,practically everyone was at a Rainbow Gathering. I had the whole place to myself. Booger had let himself into my cabin and climbed on top of a chest at the foot of my bed. As I awoke and stared into his eyes, he seemed to be studying me in a very human fashion. When I was fully awake my first concern was for the carpet. Knowing that Mr. Booger had a passion for leaving reminders at his places of visitation, I jumped out of bed, yanked him down off the box and tried to push him out the door without success. Finally, I jumped on his back, buck naked (no pun intended), and rode him into the yard, where he tripped and fell. I laid there on the grass beside him. He made no effort to get up. I stroked his belly and gently fondled his enormous balls. My body began to burn red hot. The erotic energy was so strong. I knew I had come to a gate which few have passed. I was slightly afraid and trembling, but this served to increase the intensity.
"Oh Booger you beautiful beast, please let me fuck you, I want to fuck you" I whispered into his ear.
He let out moanful Baaa! and dug his horns into the ground as I penetrated, but did not pull away. Strange sensations erupted throughout my whole being, sensations I had never experienced with humans, and did not quite understand. Could it just be the fact that in one fell swoop I had committed every sin in THE BOOK and that old fart Jehovah did nothing more severe than give me a touch of poison ivy on my tummy and thighs?!
When I climaxed I pulled out and got up. Booger stayed totally motionless for while I thought I had possibly hurt him, then I became of something:
HOLY SHIT! He's in a state of ecstasy!
After a while he got up and staggered toward the barn. That evening I was out in the driveway seeing some visitors off. I was giving one of the men a long hug. Booger trotted out of the barn, forced his way between us, then peed on the gentleman. Two mornings later he was back inside the cabin wanting to play. And this continued for a few days until everyone came back from Rainbow and I was caught. You should have been here for the "trial". A couple of the faeries accused me of rape and tried to get me kicked out. I was able to disprove this quite easily, but I still gagged on a dose of Radical Faerie hypocrisy:
"It's NOT NORMAL"
"Why don't you get your self a nice boyfriend!"
"Interspecies relationships just don't work."
"Too gross, man, What was it like?"
"Just don't talk about it, OK!"
"What will people think?" and finally:
We hope you can fuck 'em and leave 'em cause we're gettin' rid of him REAL SOON!
Does this sound familiar? These are the same people that go to parades and invade shopping malls, genderbending and flying banners demanding respect and acceptance from a straight society that would just as soon they go away.
They gave him to a redneck farmer who had a small pasture about two miles away. This guy had a habit of showing up at the commune on Sundays drunk off his ass. Again, Nobody wanted much to do with him, being local and married. So being determined to be united with my goat, I saw my chance and grabbed it. I dragged him from the corner where he was sitting in the main kitchen to my cabin and seduced him. Piece of cake!
He allowed me to see Booger on Thursday nights when his wife and kids were away. Hell, he even turned me on to cock-sucking calves.
Without the distractions of the commune our relationship began to intensify.
For a long time, I just would fuck him, pet him a little, then leave. Pretty much what you'd expect in animalistic situations. One night when I was done, I arose to leave. He barred my way, and pushed me back. Then I felt a kind of telepathy, not linguistic, a series of images, passing through my consciousness, learning each others truths and common blood, the most honest and pure form of communication I've ever experienced with another being.
He wanted me to stay with him, hold him, love him, teach him and learn from him-- what every human wishes from their lover.
Each moment with him awakened things deep within my spirit: the Satyrs and Centaurs that haunted my childhood, fantasies which began to surface again. Booger became more and more human like as I began to feel my self growing horns and hooves.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality From: goatboy@agora.rdrop.com (Brian Thornton) Subject: bIRTH OF GOATBOY 2/2 X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL2] Nntp-Posting-Host: agora.rdrop.com Date: Tue, 4 Jul 1995 05:33:27 GMT

BIRTH OF GOATBOY pt 2

On the night of the Half Moon in September, I felt the pull to go to him even though it wasn't Thursday. There was an intense lightning storm, but oddly, no rain. I entered the field. He was at the opposite end. As I took my clothes off, he stood on his hind legs and did some sort of dance. I in turn went down on all fours, stepping around the pasture, dancing goat dances, spiraling inward 'til our foreheads met, paused, moved side to side in a 69 fashion and continued a circular movement, counter clockwise. The lightning was silent, the farmer's family was gone, never once did a car go by, and except for us the world seemed frozen, as if to allow this event to proceed without molestation.
We both stood up and embraced. Our erections touched. He shot on my chest and anointed me. I then looked up at his face. The lightning had distorted it into a grotesque Satyr-Pan visage momentarily. He said, "NOW! It is time for you to be born, it is time for you to die. Surrender your fear and all you have learned to be, all that has been, all the pain men and women have inflicted on thee."
He sat me down Indian style, turned around and lowered himself right down on my cock and began a gentle rocking motion, I knew I had come to another gate. The lightning quit, the clouds broke up, revealing the moon. He brought his head back, pointed his snout straight skyward. I then felt a mist swirl around us, starting from the ground and slowly spiraling upward, again in counter clockwise direction. I was terrified. I felt death very near. I've passed through the gate now I can't go back, that would be certain death. Through this mist of swirling energy I began to see a great monolith out in the field. I heard the bourdonement of pipes and flute, then drumming. I saw men dancing about the stone naked, then some came in animal skins and feathers, real animals began to join, goats, deer, wild boar, bear, wolf, and a raven was perched at the top of the monolith. They began a bizarre dance their forms merged into half-man and half-beast, none was discernible. At that moment I shot. I felt our spirits ripped out of our bodies and flung far out into the cosmos to mingle together, after that I lost consciousness. When I came to, I was lying curled up beside him. I hugged him, but he seemed oblivious to my presence. I walked back to where I'd parked the truck. Dizzy and somewhat disoriented, I managed to make it back to the Commune. Two days later, I went to see him and he had completely vanished. My ecstasy turned to despair. Friction was growing between myself and the faeries. I finally bought my own land and left in Sept. of 91.
After that experience, I had changed deep within and it showed. Whenever I would go to any kind of social function, I was always greeted with fear and discomfort. Once at a bar, I was even asked if I had slept with Satan. (Well, I guess in a christian sense, I have!) I tried doing Pan rituals during Radical Faerie gatherings. They were very powerful, but they were always disrupted. My despair and anger was growing. At one point I wanted to leave the area all together. That night I saw Booger in a vision, the first of many, each a major story in themselves. He claimed to be PAN himself and that he had made me one of his goat children, and that I was marked for this at birth. He also said that there was going to be a major upheaval in gay culture and that I have a role in this somehow. "Tis better to be a Goat In my Pasture than a Sheep amongst the Christians!", he said to me. I don't fully understand what this means or what I'm to do other than awaken satyr spirits. But it seems that I must stay here for a while.

Ruttingly,

Goatboy

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