[EX] Down on the Farm:  Lower Pasture
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				Title: <strong>[EX] Down on the Farm:  Lower Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thewhitedusk</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 16:47:03</strong>
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				The Lower Pasture is where animals, human and real, congeregate together to have fun, consensual and otherwise.&nbsp; Bestiality is allowed within this thread.<br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/TheFarmSetting.jpg)(http://www.ars.usda.gov/images/docs/11444_11638/2005-11-21-Cattle-HillPasture_Wade.jpg)
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 17:34:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/CatBoy-1.jpg)</div><br>Such a beautiful day.&nbsp; Green pastures and hills seemed to stretch on for miles, shimmering in the light and the gentle breeze that swept over the land.&nbsp; The only signs of civilization apparent in the occasional fenced in pen or brick wall.&nbsp; The farmhouse was nestled far beyond the trees, out of sight and out of mind.&nbsp; All manner of animals wandered about in the distance, eating or sleeping or playing.&nbsp; Content.&nbsp; The way the warm sun shone down on the Farm you would almost think it was a paradise.&nbsp; Its owners were good at keeping secrets.<br><br>Far away from the grazing herds a boy crouched in the tall grass.&nbsp; But not just a boy.&nbsp; Golden eyes flashed mischievously as he pounced upon something.&nbsp; A tiny squeaking, cut off in an instant.&nbsp; Tearing and feasting.&nbsp; When he slunk away from the carnage his claws and mouth were stained with fresh blood.&nbsp; Musco stretched languidly, firm rump high in the air and nails scratching at the ground.&nbsp; His nose wrinkled cutely above crimson lips as he yawned silently and stalked his way over on all fours to a high stone wall.&nbsp; The boy leapt up four feet with surprisingly little effort, landing gracefully at the top.<br><br>Musco sat back on his haunches, legs spread unabashedly wide and exposed to the open air.&nbsp; Once he deemed himself comfortable he began to pass his tongue slowly about his bloodied fingers.&nbsp; The taste seemed to please him immensely, as did the act of cleaning his face.&nbsp; Whatever joy he got out of it was enough to arouse him if his nethers were any indication; his pink member had hardened slightly in the interim, long and bristled.&nbsp; Rather than pay it any mind he simply went about washing the rest of his body, starting with the shoulders.&nbsp; His body twisted easily, a thing of taut muscle and elegant skin.<br><br>The Farm was truly a strange and wonderful place.
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 18:25:20</strong>
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				MOLLY<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Molly_Avatar.jpg)<br><br>I came happily from the pasture (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50578.msg2375874#msg2375874) down along the road edge and then turned across the slope into the fields below the hill. I say 'happily' because Raiga is good at understanding what I want. Although I think he just smells me when I want it. And happily also because the grass is much longer here since fewer animals graze it and its tougher and wiry and scrapes my hanging teats beautifully, getting me all worked up and eager just walking across it.<br><br>I stopped part way across the field.<br><br><em>I had... um... what?</em><br><br><em>Er...?</em><br><br>I'm sure I was wanting... <em>Uhm... grass! Yes! Grass! Lots of it, all long and juicy! My favourite!</em> I stopped, forgetting everything and began to eat, munching contentedly. There was a loud bouncy dog nearby yapping but I stopped paying attention to him because... <em>Grass! Ohmyyes!</em><br><br>Now I remembered why I'd come here. Lunch. I was starving. I hadn't eaten anything at all since the last time I'd eaten. And that was... earlier? No matter. I was hungry and that's all I cared about now.
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				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 18:35:36</strong>
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				Raiga smiled happily, having let Molly successfully to the lower pasture, he went around to her backside and sniffed, poking his cold nose into her groin, taking in a good whiff of Molly's scent, relishing it like it was the first time he had, though this was only one of many times he had mounted her before. The Dog barked and smiled, happily licking at Molly's exposed vagina, having been taught to do this before mounting. His master had said something about more pleasure, but all that Raiga understood was that it tasted good, so he would lick and lick until fluid came out, at which point he would mount.
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				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 01:54:40</strong>
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				So Goran followed Raiga and Molly to the lower pasture from the pasture (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50578.msg2375874#msg2375874). Molly seemed to just stop and eat. The girls attention span was short at some time. Well most of the times but then again she was a cow and those animals couldn't be called truly intelligent. Yet Raiga seemed to be happy to do his thing. He was a dog and a good dog. Molly wouldn't be able to get out of this that easy. Her ability to move around was far slower then Raiga and to tell the truth Goran doubted that Molly would complain about this. Well Goran stopped a few meters away and sat down to watch them. At the same time he lit a cigarette and took a drag of his Prince.
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 02:27:31</strong>
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				MOLLY<br><br>As I ate, enjoying the sweet taste and rough texture I put my face lower, which raised my rump higher. Then that dog nuzzled at me back there, sniffing close and pushing his wet nose in. I wiggled my hips to dislodge him but he came back again this time licking right along my girl place. He probably got a taste of me at once since for some reason I couldn't remember I was leaking there a lot, my inner thighs were slick and shiny though I couldn't remember why.<br><br>I wiggled again and stepped around half facing the annoying dog. I scowled at him, long strands of grass hanging from my mouth. I opened it to speak and a few fell out.<br><br><strong>"Dog go 'way! Dinner! I'm... I'm... dinnering! Moll-hee dinnering! Go!"</strong> I gave a sort of sideways butt with my head and shoulder, bumping the dog who might have a name but... <em>hm... yes I'm sure he has a name. We all have names.<br><br>Don't we?<br><br>Hm.<br><br>Oh yes.<br><br>Grass!</em><br><br>I shook my head with a happy <strong>"Moof!"</strong> and noticed a man sat nearby. <em>Who's he? Looks familiar. Yellow hair. Pretty...&nbsp; hm.</em> With swaying udders I went back to eating, my knees now wide so I could get lower and eat the fresh small shoots. I flicked my tail about whisking a few flies away from my girl place and catching the two heavy gold rings that pierced my lips back there they flapped about and made nice pulling feelings in my flesh.
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				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 04:14:04</strong>
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				Raiga frowned at the cow girl, barking at her when she nudged him away, currently not noticing Goran as he went around to Molly's backside again, licking at her vagina again to get Molly back into the mood she was in earlier. This dog was determined to do his job, whether Molly wanted it anymore or not. His cold nose poked inside her along with a bit of his snout as he licked inside Molly, his tail wagging feverishly.
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 04:32:09</strong>
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				MOLLY<br><br>I shuddered as his mouth and hot raspy tongue returned and a spark of something white heated shot through me but I joggled away again and now faced the dog, preparing to turn and keep turning if he tried to scamper around behind me again. I didn't think I had much hope of keeping him away from my lunch and if I kept turning I'd go all dizzy and fall over on my side but I lowered my head and butted him with my horns.<br><br><strong>"It's me-eat time dim dog! Go away!"</strong> I said slobbering half-chewed grass at him. He was spoiling my meal. I really wanted to concentrate on eating right now it was... imperative.<br><br><em>Imperative? What's that mean?</em> It sounded much too long to have trickled out of my brain but it seemed a good word. Long words usually meant clever things.<br><br><strong>"It's im... im... hnmgn... <em>imperative</em> that eating is happening. Go do doggy things!"</strong><br><br>If cows can frown I frowned and I edged back doing 'I'm cross' ear flaps at him. My tail swicked about in an imperative way.<br><br><em>Was that right? Hm...</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 17:46:32</strong>
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				Goran looked at what was happening and he needed to go between now. A sharp whistle sounded through the air. Goran had gotten to his feet and walked up towards Molly and Raiga. This had gotten far enough and it was clear that Molly had no interest for sex between her and the dog. <strong>"Raiga, come here boy. Leave Molly alone!"</strong> He clapped the side of his leg to send another sign to the dog what he should do. He head heard Molly tell Raiga to go away. Goran didn't know if Molly would get interested again and then he would see who she was interested in and would then either send Raiga to the side or into the action. He would not see Raiga force himself upon another being at the farm.<br><br>So with that said, Goran stopped a few meters away from Molly. That should give her some space when Raiga came to him. If the dog wouldn't come then he would be taken away form Molly. Goran hoped that Raiga would keep being a good dog even in this situation. The creatures here where to be obedient to all the workers on the farm, Goran would make no exception on that point.
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 20:59:36</strong>
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				Musco had stopped cleaning once his relative privacy was disturbed by the three others.&nbsp; He tilted his head curiously to the side and yawned widely.&nbsp; A dog.&nbsp; He didn't much like dogs.&nbsp; They had too much energy that they didn't know what to do with.&nbsp; Too loud, too crude, and far too eager to mount everything in sight.&nbsp; One of the few good things the Man was good for; keeping the Dog in line.&nbsp; It didn't matter what the Man looked like, or if the Man was female.&nbsp; They all served the same purpose.<br><br>The Cow was much more interesting.&nbsp; She was plump and warm and nice to lay against during the winter.&nbsp; She also gave the Farm the milk that he enjoyed so much.&nbsp; She also didn't seem to like the Dog, which pleased him.&nbsp; Maybe the day would be less boring if Musco watched her awhile.<br><br>He landed gracefully back on the ground and stalked silently through the tall grass.&nbsp; The boy lay as flat as he could against the dirt, eyes wide and alert.&nbsp; He was only about three feet from where the Cow was grazing.&nbsp; A stealthy predator lying in wait.
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				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 22:44:41</strong>
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				Raiga nearly follow Goran's order to get away from Molly, but a sudden spotting of a feline form stopped him from following through. The Dog's nostril's flared and took in the scent of a nearby cat, driving everything else from his mind. He barked, and took off in the direction of Musco, soon coming upon the cat-boy with amazing speed. He then leaped at Musco...and began licking his face. Afterall, this cat was nothing new to him, so it was no threat, so Raiga licked rather than snapped at.
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 22:57:07</strong>
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				MOLLY<br><br>Suddenly Gor-ann called to the dog that was worrying at my backside. He was a bit over-enthusiastic with his scenting today, I thought, especially as it was dinner time.<br><br>Mind you, it was always dinner time. Except when it was milking time and sleeps time. Dinner time was important, it took up such a large part of the day and...<br><br><em>Anyway. Whatever, I...<br><br>Hmm. Grass.</em><br><br>I returned to eating, hardly noticing the dog doing something else somewhere else to somebody else. The sun was out. It was dinner time. I munched. I was happy.
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 23:12:15</strong>
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				The worst thing about Dog was that he was always so quick to prove Musco's conception of him correct.&nbsp; He was slobbery and his tongue was too soft, not clean like his own sandpapery one.&nbsp; No etiquette, just jump and lick and woof at.&nbsp; Musco made a peeved sound halfway between a growl and a hiss and swatted at Raiga with his claws out.<br><br><strong>"Dog!&nbsp; Leave alone!&nbsp; Spit and lick not wanted!"</strong>&nbsp; He said angrily as he rolled away.&nbsp; His ears laid back against his head and his back arched up.&nbsp; Raiga was getting much more than he bargained for!<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 01:44:19</strong>
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				This was just great! Thought Goran. Musco had made an appearance and a bad one indeed. Raiga better watch out for cats have something dogs haven't claws. Why couldn't Musco just stay in the shadows until Raiga had calmed a bit down. He was eccentric from the pussy smell and a very friendly dog. Which led to this situation! Well Goran had to separate them, before Amy would need to do an emergency check of Raiga's eyes. <strong>"Raiga! Here BOY!"</strong><br><br>He knew some about Musco and he was a cat and cats truly could be a pain in the ass. Good at keeping rats at check on a farm, comfort a cold night but other then that, they where in the way. Well Goran didn't have negative feelings towards cats hey where mostly the opposite. Here, it was just a pain in the ass. <strong>"Musco! don't!"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 08:11:35</strong>
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				Raiga ran quickly away from Musco and Goran, wondering why Musco was being such a a meanie as he turned around to face them, looking from Goran, to Musco, to the grazing Molly. He barked, and ran a large circle around the group, having too much pent-up energy that he needed to let out.
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				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 14:28:39</strong>
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				Goran grabbed a stick and decided that Raiga should be allowed to play some. He would in this way lead Raiga away form both Molly and Musco. This seemed to be the best choice of action. <strong>"Raiga! Fetch!"</strong> He threw the stick far and high. He threw it in the direction up the road towards the farm. He begun to walk in that direction as well. Goran wanted to go back tot he farm house and see if Alvaro was done with that new girl.
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 14:38:54</strong>
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				MOLLY<br><br>I looked up at the sound of Gor-ann's shouts and swung my head about staring vacantly towards where the dog had gone. Where... Raiga? Raiga! Had gone.<br><br>Muss- someone was there, in the grass doing his catty spitty stuff. Cat-spit, cat-spit he went, spitting. Like. <em>Mmnm... a cat.</em><br><br><em>Grass...</em><br><br>I lowered my head and pulled free another succulent tuft.<br><br><em>Succulent, now there's a lovely word. Sounds all fleshy and soft and chewy and...</em><br><br>Raiga ran about a lot. Raiga is like that. He runs, he barks, he licks, he plays, he couples with me so hard and furiously and makes me... ughnmmm...<br><br><em>Yeah. Mating...</em><br><br>A little light bulb popped on inside, rather dim and flickery but a light bulb nonetheless. Mating. Coupling. Mounting. Juicy pushing and stretching, my legs wide, forced apart, my sex aching.... held down, teeth nipping the back of my neck. Grunting, squealing, moo-ing.<br><br>The strands of grass dropped from my jaw, forgotten.<br><br><em>Mating!</em><br><br>I wanted it. It had been <em>ages</em> since I'd last had a hot hard thick male part shoved up me! I was suddenly in heat again, moistening and twitching, swelling between my legs. Opening. I straddled my thighs wide and dipped my back, lifting my tail to expose my wet place and asked for sex.<br><br><strong>"Mhnooo!"</strong> I grunted deeply. <strong>"Mho-unt me! Want it!"</strong><br><br>Oh heck! It was a really strong urge this time. I didn't care who took me, man, cat or dog, or all three! At once!<br><br><strong>"Mouhhhnt me! Nhowwww!"</strong> I thrust back and forth my hips already pushing back onto the partner who wasn't there, my teats rubbing excruciatingly nicely in the stiff grasses.<br><br>When Gor-ann shouted <em>"Raiga, fetch"!</em> my brain heard it as <em>"Raiga, fuck!"</em> and I bellowed again in anticipation of being wetly split open.<br><br><strong>"Mhnooooh!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm:  Lower Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 15:38:27</strong>
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				Musco seemed relieved by the distraction provided by the Man.&nbsp; The Dog really was insufferable at the best of times, and invasive at the worst.&nbsp; Now his calm was completely gone, and he only knew one way to fix it: a nice saucer of milk!&nbsp; The very idea of it made him salivate.&nbsp; But since the Man was preoccupied with the mangy Dog, there was only one other place he could find that!<br><br>The Cow.&nbsp; His ears perked up at her sudden bovine calling.&nbsp; He'd heard that noise before, but usually only from the stables.&nbsp; The Man didn't much like him getting in there and irritating all the other animals, but he'd been tempted quite a few times by the lovely, milky aroma.&nbsp; That's not what he smelled right now though.&nbsp; The Cow's legs were spread so invitingly wide, and a new scent was almost literally pouring out of her.&nbsp; It made him feel strange in a very new way.<br><br>Musco padded his way over to Molly and tried to stick his head under her.&nbsp; The Cow's breasts were pushed too heavily against the ground for him to get at them and their delicious milk.&nbsp; Then he thought he remembered something else that he had seen before, when Molly was just too anxious to be milked right away.&nbsp; There was something the Man did to her to get her going again.&nbsp; He would just have to try that!<br><br>Musco positioned himself behind Molly's upturned rump and laid his chest against her upper back, his arms struggling to wrap around her midsection for support.&nbsp; He wasn't nearly big enough to do what the Man had done, but he'd do just about anything for that milk!&nbsp; He pressed his hips against Molly again and again at random, his stiff young cock missing and missing and <em>hitting!</em>&nbsp; Musco forced himself in so suddenly that it made him rumble into a full out on purr that shook him right to his core.&nbsp; It felt magnificent!&nbsp; Why had he never done this before?<br><br>But he knew he wasn't done just yet.&nbsp; The catboy began bucking his hips against her legs with the sort of feverish awkwardness that only a virgin animal could provide.&nbsp; He'd never felt so hot in his life, and he found himself going at a pace that was as desperate as it was fast.&nbsp; If the barbs were hurting Molly he didn't care in the slightest; all that mattered was pounding himself into those slick folds for as long as that glorious feeling continued.
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 16:07:16</strong>
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				MOLLY<br><br>Muss- thingy... <em>what's his name? Uhmm... nah, it's gone. Cat-boy! Yes! That'll do.</em> Cat-boy came over to me as Gor-ann and Raiga were running noisily about.<br><br>I looked at Cat-boy. There was something intensely divine about him. I've no idea what it was, perhaps his face all sly and slow and careful, the shifty little eyes that looked at you so innocently but behind which you knew something devious and completely self-interested was going on. An expression only cats have.<br><br>Then there was his body - lean and smooth and pretty and hairless. I didn't know what breed of cat he was but he was not very much like the other cats I'd seen around the farm - before Muss-thing had chased them all away and made it his territory. But Muss-c? <em>C...? Arnh! It'll come to me soon! I hate it when that happens - you think you know something but it annoys by hanging out of reach.</em> Anyway, Cat-boy was different, almost no hair and a long lean brown body that oozed through the grass like liquid. He really... mmm... I liked him. He made my tummy place do nice lollopy things.<br><br>He slithered through the grass to me and nudged at my chest. I looked at him and kept my front pressed low, my forearms on the ground and swayed my hindquarters from side to side, inviting contact. I was dripping! I could feel the wetness down my legs. I was on fire.<br><br>Then Cat-boy got the scent and I almost mooed aloud again in anticipation as his nose wrinkled and he moved around behind me. I braced and sure enough within seconds he was up on his hind legs, his front leg-arms around me, my tail stiffly pushed forwards up my back which caused my dirtyhole to stretch and feel nice too.<br><br>I grunted and made cow-curses as Muss-thing's part bumped against me, stabbing at me in the wrong place and making my eyes water. I liked the pain of the missed pushes and pressed back against the cat. I've always liked pain, as long as I can remember. Some of the farm-men hit me with sticks or straps before they mate and I love that, it gets me so ready so fast!<br><br>Then suddenly I felt it! His thing! It speared into me quickly and rammed home, his tight lean little hips thumping it into me, then out, then back then out then.. ohmyyes! He pushed so hard and so fast! I gave a screech of pleasure at the roughness of it. Not like the farm-men, Cat-boy had sort of rubbing parts on his thing, wires or hairs or something and they rubbed at my insides like they were going to rip me open!<br><br>I screamed, <strong>"Ugmnn, yes! Oh! Oh yea-- have me!"</strong> I began to thump back against him as hard as I could, my chest flopping about and dragging on the ground. I put my forehead in the soft cool grass and moaned helplessly.<br><br><em>So good! Harder! Ohmyyesfuckyuhhhrrrsssshhh!</em><br><br>It took only a minute or two before pleasure came and screaming I lifted my head to the sky and bellowed happily as a white-hot spark of joy filled my whole body.<br><br><strong>"Oh you little fucker! Just like Sean McCaughlin back in Dublin! Yeah, do it! Do it hard!"</strong> I was calling out animal sounds of happiness, not thinking what I was saying exactly and I just didn't care because as the first peak washed through me a second one was charging in right behind. Mooing and calling and salivating I thrust back hard onto the hot stiff meat that was my entire world right now...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm:  Lower Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 16:26:39</strong>
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				Musco could barely even think straight anymore.&nbsp; His purring went from the tips of his ears down to the feet that scrabbled for purchase in the dirt.&nbsp; Molly was fucking him right back with such force that he could only barely keep himself in place, let alone control the rate he ground himself into her.&nbsp; He mewled weakly, his sandpaper tongue licking eagerly at the small of her back.&nbsp; Her skin almost tasted as good as the milk, though salty and positively alive with desire.&nbsp; <br><br>His legs finally kicked up with claws fully extended, and he hooked his feet into her thighs to keep himself firmly in place.&nbsp; Almost instinctively the claws in his hands dug in too, and he set about lapping up the blood that issued forth.&nbsp; Musco was overcome with so many new sensations that his head swam.&nbsp; The taste of blood and sweat against his tongue, the exultant feeling of molten flesh hugging his prick and gliding across his taut young muscles, and the deep pleasurable bellowing that reverberated through him as Molly reached each successive peak.&nbsp; Truly a cat had never known such bliss!<br><br>There was a pressure rising in his abdomen that he just couldn't place, but for some reason it frightened him.&nbsp; He didn't want it to build any further, but to stay exactly where it was so that the thrusting and mewling and intoxicating rush of fluid coating his creamy brown thighs could just continue on all afternoon without end.&nbsp; He tried not to focus on it, instead scratching painfully at Molly's back and focusing on the heady scent of new blood.&nbsp; The slapping of flesh against flesh.&nbsp; The gushing of juices that ran down his thin legs down to the toes that dug into Molly's skin.&nbsp; The moment was everything; the climax could wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm:  Lower Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 17:25:48</strong>
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				MOLLY<br><br><strong>"Ugh! Nyyyyyyy-aaaarrrrrr!"</strong> I screamed hard again as the second wave of pleasure arrived, tearing through me in a torrent so intense that the stabs of pain in my legs and back hardly registered. Cat-boy was clinging on, giving me an intense hug so tight it stung. The pain was sharp and sweet and made my head spin. I let out an intense bellow and rose up on my knees, straightening my arms with hand-hooves flat on the ground. I arched back, chest thrust out and jerked madly against Cat-boy.<br><br><em>Musco! Oh yeah! Musco! That was it! Yay!</em> Funny how these things come to you at the least expected moments.<br><br><strong>"Musco, Musco, Musco! MUSCOOOOHHHH!"</strong> I gasped, grunting and squeezing my belly around his meat. The squeezing just made the hot stingy sensation of the bristles on his rod burn me that much brighter and I bellowed again in insane uncontrolled pleasure.<br><br><strong>"OHYESFUCK! FUCK! FUCKFUCK FUCK MEEE!"</strong> A third peak crashed through me as the scent of blood mingled with everything else and the burning stings from what my brain vaguely told me was my own torn flesh dimly registered.<br><br><em>Christ, cats make good lovers!</em> was my only thought as I succumbed to the rolling washes of pleasure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm:  Lower Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 17:50:33</strong>
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				It hit him so fast that his vision actually blanked for a few brief seconds.&nbsp; He felt as though he needed to urinate, and then...the pressure released itself.&nbsp; Musco dug into Molly fiercely, holding tightly to her curves as though they were the only thing keeping him grounded to the world.&nbsp; He did not cry out, but a distinctly feminine whine issued forth from the back of his throat.&nbsp; His member began throbbing inside of her folds, gushing string after string of thick gooey cum into her until it began to spill out and coat the ground.&nbsp; The unbridled pleasure made his lungs seize up...and then expel a deep sigh of exhausted contentment.&nbsp; <br><br>He clung to her a while after he finished coming inside her, the erect spines still holding him firmly in place.&nbsp; The catboy relaxed against her comforting bulk and began to purr again as a delighted smile creased his face.&nbsp; The Cow was good for more than milk after all.&nbsp; Nearly one year of pent up desire had erupted from him in the span of a few achingly short minutes, leaving him spent...and hungry.<br><br>Only once he went soft could he bring himself to slide off of her, though he took the time to lick gratefully at the wounds he had caused her.&nbsp; He almost felt guilty about them, but she seemed more than alright.&nbsp; When they stopped giving new blood he wobbled over to her side and rubbed his shoulder against her.<br><br><strong>"Moo-thing?&nbsp; Are you hap...happy now?&nbsp; Give milk to Musco?"</strong> he struggled.&nbsp; Words did not come quite so easily to him, but he looked up at Molly with adorably wide and hopeful eyes.&nbsp; <strong>"Musco did good thing, yes?&nbsp; Felt warm and funny and happy!"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm:  Lower Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 18:10:09</strong>
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				MOLLY<br><br>Everything seemed to fold in on itself twisting in tighter and tighter, hotter and hotter, the feeling in my belly building up and up to a point beyond what was bearable. I was helpless in the grip of such ecstasy. I suppose cows were lucky, they seemed to get these intense rushes of pleasure easily. As soon as I was mounted I was almost always off, gasping and howling and spasming. Several peaks in a row was common for me and once or twice when the farm hands had formed a long queue to mate with me one after the other I had blacked out from the intensity of it...<br><br>Then I felt Musco doing that thing, reaching that point. I keened and tensed, squeezing him tight, despite the sharpness of the barbs down his length when suddenly with a strange mewling sound he stiffened and I felt intense heat fill me so deep. I squeezed again, gripping him as his gushingness inside me sent me one final time over the edge and into another gasping shuddering storm of pleasure.<br><br><em>Four? Did he give me four happy times? Uh, my... oh wow...</em> I collapsed down on my front on the soft grass and rolled on my side, my body a haze of pain, stinging and satisfied heat and softness. I felt raspy dry licking on my legs and back and giggled at the tickling.<br><br>The licking stopped and Musco slinked around beside me and bumped my shoulder. I lifted an arm and wrapped it round his waist, drawing him against me, squishing him to my front.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Moo-thing? Are you hap...happy now? Give milk to Musco? Musco did good thing, yes? Felt warm and funny and happy!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Mhmnmm..."</strong> I sighed contentedly, beginning to drift towards sleep in the warm sun, <strong>"Musco did good thing, yes."</strong><br><br>I leaned forwards and kissed him. Kissing was something that comes naturally to cows. They kiss like men do, or so it seems - or at any rate, this one does. I drew his tongue into my mouth and sucked on it a little like I knew the men like me to suck on their thick stiff nice-tasting rods. I broke away and nuzzled his nose a bit.<br><br><strong>"Moll-ee likes Muss-co. Muss-co's a good little fucker."</strong> I giggled against him, snuggling tighter and feeling the pain in my back and legs and between my legs subsiding. I seemed to glow happily all over, the throb between my thighs was lovely and the mingled stringing mass of me and Muss-co slipping out of my body felt wonderful.<br><br><strong>"Milk? Want to drink?"</strong> I rolled more onto my side and loosed my grip around the Cat-boy a little so he could slide down slightly and get his mouth near my teats. It was later now and my four udders had filled again, they were big and swollen, ready soon for evening milking in a short while.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm:  Lower Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 18:40:23</strong>
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				Musco's back arched pleasantly at Molly's touch, and he found himself purring yet again.&nbsp; It was a nicer sort of touching than he was used to.&nbsp; The catboy felt a close kind of affection that he hadn't felt before.&nbsp; Man could scritch and scratch behind his ears, but it never made joy spring in his chest or his cheeks flush with excitement.&nbsp; And they never did what she did, kissing his face so full and moist.&nbsp; Man didn't show love through their tongues like cats did, at least not towards Musco.&nbsp; It felt...wonderful.<br><br>He found himself laughing along with Molly.&nbsp; The purring turned it into a sort of amusing warble, almost like the sound of some extraordinarily happy bird.&nbsp; Musco rubbed himself against her with the sort of fervor that cats always showed to those they were affectionate with.&nbsp; When she finally turned to the side and offered what he had came for to begin with he was already sporting another little stiffy.<br><br>Musco took one firm breast in his slender hands and kneaded at it like he had seen the Man do before.&nbsp; Her teats were already full and erect from their playtime, but the motions were enough to get the milk sloshing about and ready to go.&nbsp; He stared her full in the eyes as he took the nipple between his pouty lips and began to suckle, just a bit unsure of himself.&nbsp; He squeezed and tugged at it for several moments before the milk came.&nbsp; It came out thick and creamy, and the taste of it made him mewl with excitement. <br>&nbsp;<br><strong>"MMmmn!&nbsp; S-So yum...yummy!"</strong> he gasped briefly before pressing his lips full to her breast.&nbsp; Musco could barely contain himself.&nbsp; It was like a drug to him, this pure delicious nectar.&nbsp; The way he positioned himself, kneeling down with tight rump waving in the air, it was almost worshipful.&nbsp; The act filled him with something akin to love, like what he was doing was something he had been deprived of for so long.&nbsp; It brought happy tears to his eyes.&nbsp; Molly was a very good cow.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm:  Lower Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 19:10:20</strong>
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				MOLLY<br><br>Musco seemed hesitant at first as though he didn't know what to do, but soon his paws began kneading at my udder and that familiar hot stirring began again. Cows are very lucky, it seems no matter what happens to them, they get excited. I felt my belly stir again but pushed that feeling aside as it would be milking time soon. I might get mounted again then, I hoped so.<br><br>Then Musco's mouth was at my teat. I was already sensitive from being mated with and his sharp little teeth nipped at me a bit then his long raspy tongue slid over me and I gurgled in happiness. I rolled back more, laying my arms out wide and splaying my legs too, wide in the sun so the warmth tickled my belly. Under me the end of my tail flip-flapped about in the sun.<br><br>Musco feasted on my chest and the stirrings got stronger, I could almost sense the milk inside being drawn out, each little pull of his lips and tongue sending small darts of pleasure through me.<br><br><strong>"Mmnnnnhhnggnmmm..."</strong> I burbled happily before letting out a gentle sigh, my spare three teats stiffly pointing skywards, each of them beginning to prickle and leak a little in anticipation.<br><br><strong>"Mhrrrnooooh..."</strong> I moaned, partly in happiness, partly in arousal.<br><br><em>Life is good.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm:  Lower Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 23:46:18</strong>
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				Goran had stopped for a moment. Had Molly just said what he think that he had heard? He had listened for some time and when he didn't hear any words out of character for her, Goran decided he must have misheard Molly. Well he left Raiga to follow him if the Raiga wanted to but he left the lower pastures because hearing&nbsp; and seeing what went on made him want to take that girl. Tara was it now? Or Tera? Well who cared she would become a sex toy of him even she wanted or not. He went for the Farm house (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50573.msg2387975#msg2387975) and wondered how he would find the girl, in the arms of Alvaro or on the ground beneath him. Maybe he would let her run for her life. Wouldn't eb the first time that happened!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm:  Lower Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 06:31:11</strong>
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				Musco drew out his own special brand of milking for as long as his small gut would allow.&nbsp; After a time he became more gentle with the motions, wanting to keep the creamy taste pure and untainted with the blood that his pointy fangs threatened to draw forth again.&nbsp; By the time he'd had his fill the catboy's stomach was tight and pleasantly distended.&nbsp; He snuggled up between Molly's massive breasts and straddled her waist.&nbsp; His member pressed firmly between their stomaches, and he couldn't help but wriggle just a bit at the sensation.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Musco feel full now,"</strong> he purred, wrapping his arms around her breasts.&nbsp; <strong>"Moo-thing feel good too?&nbsp; Can Musco help more?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm:  Lower Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 12:37:57</strong>
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				MOLLY<br><br>By the time Muss-co had finished I was in a bit of a state. I always get like this when I'm being milked, my teats are soooo sensitive, they ache and get hard and tingle and little darts of pleasure zap down inside me to my other place. All the time the Cat-boy suckled I was lying there wanting to mate again. From time to time I'd moan and arch my back it was so nice and when he finished and lay on top of me and I felt his hardness had returned all I could do was kiss his nose and roll slowly over, pushing him off. I lifted my behind once more and spread my sopping wet thighs.<br><br><strong>"Mhoooore! Mhoreee!"</strong> I mooed, once again needing it, needing that happy feeling.<br><br>Muss-co seemed happy to play more fun games and soon stood up, crawled around behind me - I swung my head to watch him all lean and pink, he was an unusual cat - and gave him a wink of encouragement. Before long his hardness was poking enthusiastically against my thighs again. I shifted position and soon, with a small feral cry he came into just the right place and I grunted happily and began to call out louder and louder as he mated with me again...!<br><br><strong>"Uhm, humn, hngnm, mhourhm, mhoohmmnn, hnmgnn, mhoom, mho, nyoour, nngnnm...!"</strong> I moaned and gasped as each hard push drove air out of my chest. He lasted longer this time and I'd wailed myself eagerly to two more happy sharp white-heat moments and was wobbly on my legs before he let out a savage mewling and filled me with yumminess again...<br><br>We spent the next few hours mating in the long grass. Muss-co would take me then finish but usually I had two or three pleasures before he did. Then he'd scramble under me, nudging and nuzzling to make me flop on my side so he could lie across my udders in the sun. I dozed off several times and each time I'd awaken feeling his bristly hard nice thing between us again. What an eager cat-boy he was! A real Tom!<br><br>So I'd get up on all fours and thrust my wet slimy rear out at him and lift my tail and he'd climb up and we'd do it again... and again... and again...<br><br>Ohmyyessssagain...nyynngnnmmm...<br><br>The sun was sinking as we fell down one more time and gasping I lay on my back, thighs spread all floppy-wide and my whole lower half slimy with my happy stuff and his happy cream, all runny out of me nicely. I flicked my tail around from under me and he did his and that kept those nasty flies away.<br><br>Cat-boy fell asleep with one of my teats in his mouth and I dozed too.<br><br><em>Surely milking time soon...?</em><br><br><em>Mmm, milking... Moll-ee likes milky time. The clear sucker cup thingies that slip over my sensitive teats and then cling on hard in those lovely jumpy sucky beats they do, all four of them making Moll-ee's big full udders wobble and sway...</em> Shuusssh-khak! Pshuussh-khak! They went, sucking and click-clacking and making me moo with joy. I found myself restless again, my body tingling at the thought of the evenings fun that lay ahead for me in the milking stall. Often men-people came to mate with me while I was clamped into the stall, all four legs immoble and almost set up in the mating position just in case. Funny that...<br><br><em>Mmm, mating... and... Mnmm, milking... and? Milking? Had I thought of being milked today? What time was it? Grass? No. Not hungry... Milking time? Moll-ee like milking time...</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm:  Lower Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 21:40:04</strong>
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				With the suspense aggravating, Alex departed from the Farm House without bothering anyone so he could attend to more stimulating matters. He walked to the lower pasture to see to some of his and Dr. Andrews' successful conversions, and of course to have a little fun. He was feeling frustrated lately and wanted to relieve some strain. Molly's attractive form was a pleasant distraction indeed.<br><br>He picked up a nearby hose for giving quick baths and washing the sides of the buildings and filling troughs and turned it on, planning to give Molly a wake-up splash since if that bovine bitch wasn't getting her jollies with someone or something, she was snoozing out there. It seemed like a shame not to put her to better use. But at least we got free, high-quality milk from her and the other cow-conversion candidates.<br><br>He put his thumb over the mouth of the hose to cause the force to increase and blasted Molly in the face before letting it wash all over the rest of her body. He knew how messy it could get out there, whether or not bodily fluids were involved. He wanted her to at least resemble clean before he touched her. Working in a sterile environment made him a bit anal-retentive about that. "Come now, my pretty pet. Time for your milking."<br><br>It was no secret that Molly adored her milking; probably because it provided extra stimulation since she would inevitably be porked by whoever was doing the milking. Today would of course be no exception. In fact he was eager to surprise her with a new addition of his own. He had successfully implanted a sizable dog's penis onto his pubic region and was looking forward to being able to give a woman a double penetration by himself. He waited for Molly to orient herself before leading her to where the milker was stored.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm:  Lower Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 01:56:26</strong>
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				Musco had never known such intense pleasure before in his life.&nbsp; Everything had come to him instinctually, as though his body compelled him to do things that his mind knew nothing about.&nbsp; He hadn't cared how many times he came into Molly or how sloppy she became with each successive climax.&nbsp; He had simply reveled in the animalistic bliss of mating.&nbsp; The sweat and the blood and the cum, the feverish mooing of his taken bitch, the grip of her massive thighs around his waist as he pounded against them with wild abandon.&nbsp; Control meant everything to him, though he didn't quite know why.&nbsp; It was as though he were used to being taken, rather than giving, and the opening Molly had given the catboy had freed him from some old and distant pains.<br><br>Eventually, caked in fluids and exhausted from hours of lovemaking, Musco had flopped off to the side and dozed for a few short minutes.&nbsp; Then the Man came, and all at once Musco was being sprayed at with a hose!&nbsp; He hissed loudly and darted off to a safe distance before glancing back.&nbsp; Seeing Molly wet down sent yet another stirring through him, but it was obvious that the Man had other plans.&nbsp; Musco didn't like his smell.&nbsp; He looked like a man but even through his pants the boy could smell the dog in him.&nbsp; With a mournful sigh he slunk away, eager to clean himself up and find some other way to relieve his growing erection.
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