Musco swiped at the hunk of lettuce a few times, purely fascinated by the movement of it.  He didn't quite understand everything Rio had told him, and in true kitty fashion he wasn't phased one bit by the scolding that he did understanding.  Let the Dog cower before wagging fingers and harsh tones.  He only purred just a bit mockingly in response.  A farm cat led a free life, and he'd go about where ever he pleased.<br/><br/>The talk of fucking made him perk up though.  He'd heard the word used plenty of times before, mostly when Rio was pounding her extra bits into someone.  Molly.  Sally.  Other women.  Even a few men that were bigger than she was.  People were strange sometimes.  The thought of doing the same to Sally excited him.  He needed the release terribly; his stiffy was beginning to get just a bit painful.<br/><br/><strong>"Fuck fuck nice and hard!"</strong>he warbled with a playful look on his face.<strong>"Sort her out in the ass, Musco will do!  Fuck times!"</strong><br/><br/>Musco laughed and hooked the lettuce under one arm before scampering off towards the Stables. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50577.0)  This was turning out to be quite an interesting evening already.<br/>