You are Anon, and due to your parents’ unfortunate passing at a relatively young age you’ve inherited the small farmstead on which you grew up. Brookwillow Farm is a quiet place, mostly golden fields, rolling hills, and a small copse of trees with a creek running through them. The farmland is situated well away from the bustle of civilization, with the closest town almost an entire day’s trip away. For a while you lived alone, with a dairy cow and a couple chickens.

One evening, the skies pouring a wet blanket of storming rain, you saw the barn door had opened. Going to close it, you discovered a tiny shape shivering under one of the horse blankets. Thinking a stray had found their way in, you discovered a soaking wet goblin girl trying to warm herself. Goblins are a rare sight, as overhunting by novice adventurers and their forced recruitment into evil armies had reduced much of their population. Taking pity on the goblin girl, you brought her into the farmhouse to warm herself and get something to eat.

The next morning the goblin girl left, only to return the following night with six of her friends, all goblin girls. Fleeing their warren after it was attacked, they had been sleeping in the woods. Unable to turn them away, you took them in and made an interesting discovery: goblin girls get very, very horny. Unable to sleep with seven goblin girls waking you for extreme cuddling, you spent a few weeks converting the old barn into a communal living space. Hearing the goblin girls speak about their dying species tugged at your heart, and you decided you'd personally breed the goblin girls to help restore their declining population.

Bright blue skies and a golden sun mark the start of a fresh new day on Brookwillow Farm, and you've awoken to begin the day's choring. To make sure you had enough energy to give the goblin girls the breeding they deserve, they're your top priority at the beginning of each day. As you enter the barn that houses the goblin girls