Chapter 48: Life Goes on

[The politics in other realms often mimicked the life on planet Earth except the characters might be different depending on a lot of circumstances planetary, a really big subject]

I was still working on a handle, a nickname or title for myself perhaps because I was thinking about trying to reinvent my image a little. Yet I was required to remain in uniform to represent my station in life, livestock, god of Nature, lover of goddesses, that sort of thing. But I was definitely remaining not in uniform but rather un-clad-iform. Nobody else was required to be naked all the time. In fact it was against some laws to be naked in public and I gave thought to trying to legislate for more lenient codes, allowing more lenient ordinance, allowing nudity in more situations so I would stand out less in a crowd. This would require some more work and a lot more time.

Firsts impressions people had on first encountering me were of course, “Naked Guy”, “OMG Giant Penis” (stares at crotch only), “Is He Having An Erection Right Now?”. I wasn’t assessed for brains, personality, how I looked otherwise because there was no “otherwise”, just all skin and that penis. My only excuse for being like that was my status as livestock. I needed help with that.

It was difficult to keep the “adult” side of my life and duties from my two daughters and one son. If nothing else I didn’t want them to be confronted with difficult subjects at their school, for instance. This family man life was not cross suited to being a god of Nature, livestock service ready at all times. But that is how it was and I had to deal with it with sensitivity. I just wished perhaps my penis wasn’t quite as sensitive as it was around people especially with its preference for the opposite sex.

Part of the problem was the fact farm kids learned and accepted livestock animals doing each other readily because it was the way of life on the farm. City kids knew little or nothing about so much screwing, animals fucking each other. I always liked farm kids. They were more confident in themselves and also had some of the best jokes too.

My penis always had and continued to have a mind of its own, that fact established so well and in fact affixed in society’s mindset. Some people seemed disappointed to meet and greet me if I didn’t have a hard-on. Maybe that was to be my moniker, my handle, nickname, well, it certainly did make a handle as so many wanted to lead me around by grabbing on and towing me, showing off to others. It is what was expected of livestock, especially gentle and friendly ones.

It was a favorite photo opportunity. Then they wanted a signature on the print for their wall. I was tired of explaining how it was dangerous sometimes to tow me certain ways or stroke me too much, always the chance of unwanted ejaculations. Again, farm kids were so much better informed about things like that. Farmers simply seemed to have more respect for my presence.

I decided a bit of ejaculation was a good deterrent to people taking advantage of my erection availability. It did help a lot of times but some people preferred it to make their photo-op even more memorable, frosting on the cake you might say. I had to subdue some lady’s handling of me. it was a warning given without too much demand on my part hoping not to cause general negative response among the public. I was supposed to be the jolly horny sexy fucking representative of Mother Nature and I took that duty in hand and heart.

[Historically speaking - this is me, the advanced stages at the dairy doing my daily work of milking and fucking then milking and fucking a lot more seven days a week, all hours, always available, fucking, fucking, fucking]

I’d spent enough time in training with Lilly towing me around in public apparently an attempt at getting me ready for my role later in life. She knew, she had to have known I was to become a god of Nature.

And I enjoyed being loaned out to various people on the street, to be taken home for the day to perform various duties which included pretty much nothing but sex.

I avoided school Parent Night events of any type not because I didn’t want to go but rather to avoid stirring up any kind of interest creating unwanted feedback during school. I even asked Branch and Loon about a solution. I felt bad about not getting involved, like a civic duty type of thing, but they told me about problems arising in other realms to use for an example.

Imaged Page Top: The nymph mother (yes, there were parent nymphs in other realms). She was a Grapple Fighter, groper, making a living as a naked combat star in the ring. The very popular sport pitted goddesses against other human like creatures, a big money maker for the promoters. It was VERY sexual.

These mothers participating in the league had to keep it from their kids until they were adults. But it was just a matter months’ time before they grew up completely and the parents were off the hook so to speak. Space-time in other realms didn’t travel the same trajectory as on Earth especially on planets inhabited by creatures like my sister nymphs.

So I asked Branch and Loon more about the results or problems experienced in other universes and they said, “Go find out for yourself. Use your powers like we do. You can do that if you’ll learn how. Just be wise not to get too involved, make no concrete effort to change the course of time.” Yes, I knew how much trouble they once got into for getting too involved with Earth’s humanity. I had to fuck their way out of indictment acting in some sense like their defense attorney to salve the grievances against them brought by the balance of nature for their attempt to rupture the future’s course. I had to fuck them thousands of times. I assumed nobody would ever do that for me, not that I wouldn’t like to fuck them a few thousand times more, but I digress.

On planet Earth rearing children was a much longer process, yet a little shorter for our kids because they were mastered by the sister goddesses as they made changes to suit our will and needs as my wife and I fucked, conceived on the kitchen table top that miraculous night with six sisters in control. Now the kids were learning double speed as compared to the average student and they were smart as hell.