Just Another Day on the Farm  ((Norwegian One + PixelDust))
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				Title: <strong>Just Another Day on the Farm  ((Norwegian One + PixelDust))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>21-03-2015, 11:37:32</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/495b/f/2015/080/c/7/farm_by_pixeldust86-d8mitle.jpg)<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Chores</strong></span><br><br><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Chore 1</strong> Milking the Cow, Part 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=225868.msg11088026#msg11088026)<br><br></span></div><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Story Info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Content:</strong> Anthro, M/F, M/FF, Con/ReluctantCon<br><br><strong>Setting:</strong>&nbsp; Modern Farm<br><br><strong>Scenario:</strong>&nbsp; A simple smut scenario giving the possibility for several female animal characters. The male character, Kinjar Jaggedhorn is the owner of a small farm, where many of the animals are girls (example, cow-girls, sheep-girls and horse-girls primarily, but may also have other types like chicken-girls and sows if the person playing them is interested), and the owner interacts with these animals in sexual ways; for instance milking the cow-girls, shearing the sheep-girls, and riding the horse-girl, as well as fucking them, obviously.<br><br><strong>Requirements:</strong>&nbsp; A two-to-three-paragraph post about weekly.&nbsp; Communication required if delays are known.</div></div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Characters</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Farm Owner and Sole Worker</strong></span><br>(http://orig00.deviantart.net/5b99/f/2015/080/3/5/kinjar_by_pixeldust86-d8mitlh.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Farm Animals</strong></span><br>(http://orig01.deviantart.net/4a90/f/2015/080/9/5/celia_by_pixeldust86-d8mivdi.jpg)(http://orig02.deviantart.net/5085/f/2015/080/8/b/belle_by_pixeldust86-d8mitl4.jpg)(http://orig08.deviantart.net/dc4b/f/2015/080/e/2/boli_by_pixeldust86-d8mitli.jpg)(http://orig09.deviantart.net/7d90/f/2015/080/3/9/bambie_by_pixeldust86-d8mitl6.jpg)(http://orig08.deviantart.net/c9f4/f/2015/080/6/6/audry_by_pixeldust86-d8mitla.jpg)(http://pictures.hentai-foundry.com//f/Figgylicious/319947.jpg)<br><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: (Portrait Use Code) <a href="#" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=150 padding=10]URL HERE[/img][/floatleft]&nbsp; </code></pre></div></div><br><br><br><br><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Another Day on the Farm  ((Norwegian One + PixelDust))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>21-03-2015, 12:20:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/5b99/f/2015/080/3/5/kinjar_by_pixeldust86-d8mitlh.jpg)</div>&nbsp; It was early morning, and the sun shone down brightly from a clear, blue sky, bestowing its warming rays upon Jaggedhorn Farm. The farm was a small and secluded one, consisting of a farm house, stables and a barn, as well as a few animal pens and a field growing grain, and it was miles away from its closest neighbour, offering the owner of the farm a secluded and peaceful lifestyle. The owner himself was a large minotaur by the name of Kinjar Jaggedhorn, a calm and solitary male, who enjoyed the peace and quiet of running the farm all by himself. Here, he didn't have to think about anything except himself and the various animals, and he produced everything he needed for a hardworking but still comfortable lifestyle. There was never a dull moment running a farm by himself, but Kinjar enjoyed it immensely, not least because of his relationship with the various animals.<br><br>The call of the farm's rooster called out, reaching through the bedroom window along with the warm heat of the morning sun, and Kinjar opened his deep blue eyes. He yawned softly to himself as he sat up, his large, muscular body appearing from beneath the blanket as he pushed it off. The minotaur rose off the bed, the mattress shifting a little as the bed was relieved of his weight, likely waking the catgirl sleeping soundly on top of the blankets at the footend of his bed. Smiling slightly, Kinjar reached over with a large hand and scratched her gently behind the ear with a single, thick finger. "Good morning. I'll be back with some milk in a bit," he told her softly, as he walked out of the room, not bothering to put on any clothes. It was not like he would need them, anyway. <br><br>Every day at the farm was a familiar routine, though of course there were distractions and little changes from day to day. However, Kinjar would always begin with checking on the cattle. The cows needed to be fed and milked, and it was a task that Kinjar truly enjoyed. Whistling softly to himself, the minotaur strode across the yard separating the farm house from the other buildings, his large, half-erect manhood swaying gently back and forth as he walked. Kinjar opened the barn door wide, and stepped inside, taking in the familiar scent of hay and animal. "Good morning, girls," he called out with a smile, his blue eyes gazing at the bovines housed within.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Another Day on the Farm  ((Norwegian One + PixelDust))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>21-03-2015, 13:01:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig01.deviantart.net/4a90/f/2015/080/9/5/celia_by_pixeldust86-d8mivdi.jpg)</div>&nbsp; A furrly little ear twitched as Kinjar rose from his bed.&nbsp; "Aaaarrrr.."&nbsp; Celia, his house cat, lifted her head with a yawn.&nbsp; She sat up, stretching her legs in front of her as far as possible, which squeezed her ample breasts together provocatively.&nbsp; She gazed up at the minotaur with a precious grin, her tail swaying behind her expectantly.&nbsp; "Morning, sir. You know, I don't really neeeeed any milk. I could just drink.. your.. hrmm."&nbsp; By the time she'd looked up, Kinjar was already out of the house.&nbsp; With a thoughtful tilt of her head, Celia proceeded to engage the blankets in a brutal wrestling match, as was her morning custom.&nbsp; "RAWR!!"<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://orig02.deviantart.net/5085/f/2015/080/8/b/belle_by_pixeldust86-d8mitl4.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Belle looked up from the morning paper, long since awake and reading through the recent events.&nbsp; She'd found it best to get the news before Kinjar completely mangled the paper in his big, rough hands.&nbsp; The cow smiled and folded the article neatly for him.&nbsp; "Heya, Kin. It's just me. Boli is off.. heck, I don't know what she gets into this time of the morning. You know how she is. I can call her in if you want, otherwise you can just nab her later."&nbsp; Belle was the older of the two cows, but only by a few years.&nbsp; Still, this gave her a wisdom surpassing her youthful and spunky counterpart.&nbsp; Besides Belle's darker coat of fur, Boli also had a much smaller snout, if it could be called a snout at all.&nbsp; She was downright cute compared to the more mature Belle.&nbsp; The woman stood from her leaning position against her stall and offered the paper to Kinjar with a smile.<br><br>"How was your night, babe? Celia didn't keep you up again, did she? Only animal I know that goes into heat 4 times a year!"&nbsp; Belle chuckled softly just before her eyes fell to Kinjar's muscled form.&nbsp; Her breath caught, as it always did when she took in the sight of his hard body and exquisite cock.&nbsp; He was everything she wanted in a mate; caring personality, strong back, and big, thick.. horns.&nbsp; She sighed just looking at him.&nbsp; Flicking a lock of dark brown hair from her face, she reflexively arched her back a little to give Kinjar a good view of her heavy breasts.&nbsp; Her only tattoo was in the same color as her spots, dark brown letters across her chest that ironically read 'Got milk.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Another Day on the Farm  ((Norwegian One + PixelDust))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>21-03-2015, 13:27:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/5b99/f/2015/080/3/5/kinjar_by_pixeldust86-d8mitlh.jpg)</div>Kinjar had long ago stopped being surprised by Celia's libido. How the house cat, her stature being only half his own, could be such an insatiable bundle of energy was beyond him. Then again, she did spend most of her day reclining in the sun and soaking up the heat from the warm rays, so Kinjar figured she had a lot of energy to let out once he had a moment for her. Even if he had made her scream and moan the night before, she was all but bottomless in her carnal desires, and Kinjar knew that she would all but pounce on him the moment he stepped hoof back inside the house. Not that he wasn't looking forward to that, of course. For the moment, however, work called.<br><br>As Kinjar stepped inside the barn, he found a familiar sight that never failed to make him smile warmly. Belle, his oldest cow, was wide awake and reading the newspaper, though she folded the paper once he approached. There was no sign of Boli, the younger cow, but that was hardly surprising; she was young, and full of energy in the morning, and besides, Kinjar enjoyed having a little one-on-one time with Belle. "That's alright, Belle," Kinjar said with a smile as he walked over to her, lifting a large hand to caress her cheek with a gentleness that belied the strength of his hands and fingers. "She's still young and needs to release some energy. I'll just start with you, and milk Boli whenever she shows up." Boli had only recently come of the age where she could give milk, and it was all still a bit new to her.<br><br>Pulling up a short but sturdy wooden stool and a metal bucket, Kinjar took a seat before the brown-furred cow, the bucket sitting on the hay-covered floor before him. He sat with his muscular thighs spread, giving her a plain view of his already-hardening shaft, which was growing to its full glory before her heated eyes, and Kinjar smiled appreciatively at her offered view of her sizeable bosom, even as he chuckled slightly at her words. "I think I wore her out eventually, though she was already full of energy when I woke up," he added with a smile, as he patted his thigh softly with a large hand. Belle's breasts looked heavy and full, and Kinjar knew that she would be eager to get them milked by his hands. "The first load is still up for grabs, though," he offered with a wink and a smirk, offering Belle the first ride of the morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Another Day on the Farm  ((Norwegian One + PixelDust))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>21-03-2015, 14:04:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig02.deviantart.net/5085/f/2015/080/8/b/belle_by_pixeldust86-d8mitl4.jpg)</div>&nbsp; The roughness in Kinjar's hands that Belle condemned for destroying the newspaper was the very attribute she adored when he touched her.&nbsp; The bovine closed her eyes a moment and tilted her face into his strong hand.&nbsp; She smiled softly, enjoying how gentle he was with her.&nbsp; Belle couldn't recall an owner before Kinjar, but she was sure there was none more caring than he.&nbsp; With only a gesture, he was able to convey a compassion and warmth that could never be expressed in words.&nbsp; Belle gazed up at him with the respect and loyalty he deserved.&nbsp; God forbid Kin ever sell her to another farm, but if that happened, Belle was sure she'd find a way back to him anyway.<br><br>All the warmth Belle felt from Kinjar immediately turned to a burning heat as she watched his girth rise to attention.&nbsp; There was a flutter in her tummy making her bite her lower lip hard.&nbsp; She was certain she could ride the bovine all day long and never get tired.&nbsp; "That sounds like our kitten. Wouldn't be the same without her trying to keep you from your rounds."&nbsp; Belle swayed her hips as she neared him, slapping a firm rump.&nbsp; "Speaking of rounds, I'll take a seat with the driver, sir. I like playing with the gear shift."&nbsp; she grinned playfully as she turned and backed up against him.&nbsp; She used his big knees to steady herself as she positioned above his hard erection.<br><br>"Oh, dangit. Mmmmm, that's.. just.. perfect."&nbsp; Inch by precious inch, Belle lowered herself down over Kin's thick member.&nbsp; Her folds had been moist and ready from the moment he walked in the barn door.&nbsp; Despite the ample lubrication, it still took some wedging to get the big man inside.&nbsp; Belle's eyelashes fluttered as she reached his base, sitting nestled into his lap.&nbsp; "I swear you feel just as good as the first time every day, Kin."&nbsp; Belle sighed deeply, letting her head hang for a moment to rest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Another Day on the Farm  ((Norwegian One + PixelDust))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>21-03-2015, 14:25:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/5b99/f/2015/080/3/5/kinjar_by_pixeldust86-d8mitlh.jpg)</div>The mesmerising sway of Belle's round hips as she approached only served to heighten Kinjar's arousal, and his thick, rigid length gave a visible twitch of desire as the cow slapped her own rear, the sound of skin against skin loud in the empty barn. "Go right ahead, Belle," Kinjar murmured huskily, loving the grin of playfulness and desire on the bovine's face, watching with excitement as she turned around and backed towards him, her curvy behind approaching. Even though this was a daily routine, their excitement remained undiminished, and he knew Belle was looking forward to this as much as he was. "I love fitting my junk in your trunk," he added playfully, as the cow climbed onto his lap and positioned herself.<br><br>As the bovine found the perfect spot and began sliding herself down on his fat, rigid shaft, Kinjar let out a groan of pleasure. Even though her arousal was practically dripping down his engorged cock, coating his throbbing flesh in her nectar, she was still supremely tight, and Kinjar's hands were at her sides, supporting her as she slid herself onto him. "And you're as tight as the day I bought you," he breathed hotly in her ear, remembering the day he had first acquired the cow. She had been Boli's age at the time, and though she had grown a bit in those years, she still squeezed him around like a moist, velvety vice. <br><br>As Belle slid down to the hilt, settling her curvy rear comfortably on his lap, Kinjar gave her a moment to accomodate his impressive size. Then, after a few seconds, he began humping his powerful hips against her round behind in slow, deliberate thrusts, sliding a few inches in and out of her at a leisurely pace. "Mmmm, you like that?" he murmured huskily in her ear, his teeth nipping gently at the tip of her left ear, as his hands slowly slid up her stomach, feeling the slight bulge where his cock filled her, before trailing their way up to her full, heavy breasts. "I bet you can't wait to be milked, huh?" he teased her lustily, a thick finger flicking gently over one of her big nipples, knowing how sensitive the cow was when she needed to be milked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Another Day on the Farm  ((Norwegian One + PixelDust))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>23-03-2015, 13:27:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig02.deviantart.net/5085/f/2015/080/8/b/belle_by_pixeldust86-d8mitl4.jpg)</div>&nbsp; "And I remember that it was my trunk that you were most interested in when you did buy me. Tell me I'm wrong."&nbsp; Belle rocked her hips gently over Kinjar in time to his thrusts.&nbsp; She recalled the morning after that sale, when Kin took her virginity in that very barn.&nbsp; It was both the most painful and most sinfully arousing thing she'd ever experienced in all her young life.&nbsp; The bovine was so caring and sweet, making sure he took it slow on her.&nbsp; But a week later when she begged him, whispering 'more' before he hunched over her like a dog in heat and gave her just that.&nbsp; Kinjar may be a big softy, but Belle had been with him long enough to know all that teddy bear stuffing hid a giant battering ram.<br><br>"God, yes.. You know I do, Kin. Please.. don't tease me."&nbsp; Belle leaned forward, her hands on Kinjar's thick knees for support.&nbsp; Her heavy mounds hung with the weight of her milk, ready for his powerful hands.&nbsp; It was almost as pleasing as being fucked by the man.&nbsp; Almost.&nbsp; Nothing stood a chance against the feel of her owner's big, thick cock deep within her folds.&nbsp; She had to grow accustomed to his length, however.&nbsp; One of Belle's hands moved reflexively to her tummy, rubbing softly where his cock made a bump against her inner barrier.&nbsp; The cow bit her lip, ready to get her morning started.&nbsp; She rocked her hips again, more forcefully this time.&nbsp; Then she did it again, and again, and again.&nbsp; Belle gave deep moans of pleasure as she breathed, struggling to manage his girth without cumming immediately.&nbsp; At one time she'd considered installing a coffee maker in the barn, but there was no better drug to wake her up than Kin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Another Day on the Farm  ((Norwegian One + PixelDust))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>23-03-2015, 17:27:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/5b99/f/2015/080/3/5/kinjar_by_pixeldust86-d8mitlh.jpg)</div>Kinjar let out a small chuckle interspersed with soft pants, his warm breath washing over the female bovine's ear. There was no point in denying it; as much as Kinjar enjoyed good relationships with every animal on the farm, no one went further back than Belle. She had been the first animal he had purchased, nearly four years ago. He'd inherited the run-down farm from an uncle, and had naturally decided that the first thing a proper, rebuilt farm needed, was a milking cow. The moment he had laid his blue eyes upon Belle, Kinjar had fallen for the caramel bovine, and had bought her right away. It was hard to believe that the horny bovine who was now riding him eagerly, had once been a shy and nervous young cow, asking him to be gentle.<br><br>As much as he enjoyed his time with the younger Boli as well, Kinjar was glad that she was in her energetic phase, as it meant that he could often have some alone time with Belle early in the morning, where they could truly enjoy themselves together in privacy. Belle was whimpering and moaning in pleasure, bucking her hips back against him as she leaned forward, putting herself over the bucket Kinjar had placed before her. "Aww, you poor thing," he whispered huskily, her pleading words making him smile, and he knew better than to tease her too much. Once, he had forgotten to milk her until the evening, and Belle's breasts had been so sensitive it had actually hurt when he finally got around to milking her.<br><br>Deciding that she had suffered enough teasing for now, Kinjar slowed his thrusts slightly, keeping the cow as steady as possible as his large hands found her ample chest. Her molten heat surrounded him, squeezing rhythmically around his fat length, but Kinjar willed himself not to pound into her with reckless abandon. Not yet, at least. It wouldn't do to spill her milk all over the barn floor, especially since he had promised Celia fresh milk. Instead, Kinjar's thick fingers wrapped around Belle's swollen areolas, and then gave them a slow, steady squeeze towards her nipples, and the soft sound of liquid hitting the thin metal of the bucket told Kinjar that he had hit his mark.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Another Day on the Farm  ((Norwegian One + PixelDust))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>24-03-2015, 12:20:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig02.deviantart.net/5085/f/2015/080/8/b/belle_by_pixeldust86-d8mitl4.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Belle often wondered how Kinjar was able to do the things he did so calmly.&nbsp; Even with as much sex as he got on a daily basis, she was in awe of how gentle and steady his hands were on her.&nbsp; She was sure any other man would have to concentrate on fucking her, either keeping themselves from going too fast and finishing early or becoming too slow and losing their potency.&nbsp; Kinjar seemed to be completely in control at every second.&nbsp; He thrust into her at regular intervals, but kept his movements at such a random twist that it never got boring for her.&nbsp; On the contrary, Belle had to keep herself from cumming and firing her milk everywhere but the bucket as well.&nbsp; The feel of him squeezing her breasts and drilling into her from below always made her head swim.&nbsp; She was happy Boli wasn't there to see how loopy she got from Kin's intoxicating presence.<br><br>"Y-yes.. that's it. Oh, Kin.. you're so big.. and so gentle.. I love you so much."&nbsp; Belle's hands slid up over his muscles arms as she worked her hips, trying not to make her upper body move too much.&nbsp; She bit her lower lip hard and started to tremble.&nbsp; It wouldn't be long at all before she'd be milking him as well.&nbsp; But the bovine hoped he would be done with her chest before she reached the point of no return.&nbsp; In a breathy sigh, Belle plead with her owner, "K-Kin.. have you got enough? I'm.. I'm going to.. Aw, man.. p-please hurry, baby. I'm going.. t-to.. NNnnhh.. please hurry!"&nbsp; She started to increase her speed, unable to hold back any longer.&nbsp; Belle struggled to keep her chest from bouncing, but knew she couldn't keep steady much longer.&nbsp; She had to have him hard and fast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Another Day on the Farm  ((Norwegian One + PixelDust))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 09:04:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/5b99/f/2015/080/3/5/kinjar_by_pixeldust86-d8mitlh.jpg)</div>Kinjar could feel the cow tremble in his embrace, knowing well that she was doing her best to control her wildly flaring urges. This was a routine they went through every morning, and yet it excited him immensely every single time. His hands pumped her swollen nipples steadily, fingers clenching around her left bud while they unclenched her right, and then vice versa, the sound of liquid splashing into liquid having quickly replaced the sound of warm milk hitting metal. Kinjar's squeezing digits were deft and experienced, milking Belle quickly and efficiently, knowing that the cow was having trouble containing herself. <br><br>The large minotaur was finding it increasingly difficult to hold himself back as well. Even though he hammered the cow to at least one orgasm every morning, she was still supremely snug and tight around him, her molten walls massaging his thick, sensitive shaft. Glancing around the cow's squirming body, Kinjar confirmed his expectations with a glance. The bucket was half-full, about the load of milk that he was expecting to get out of the cow, and he smiled to himself. "There. You did well, love," he murmured in her ear, as he finally let go of her sensitive, dark nipples.<br><br>Instead, his hands found their way down to Belle's knees, and Kinjar's thick fingers wrapped around the back of her joints. Leaning back slightly on the stool, the minotaur then lifted his cow's legs into the air, making her caramel body lean back against his broad, muscular chest, placing her entire weight onto the point of his thick, engorged cock. Belle would have a moment to feel the added pressure of his bulbous, flared head against her innermost sanctuary, before a powerful bucking motion from Kinjar's hips lifted her a good five inches from his lap, and then gravity brought her back down without pause or mercy, where another thrust from her minotaur owner was ready to meet her descent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Another Day on the Farm  ((Norwegian One + PixelDust))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>26-03-2015, 05:29:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig02.deviantart.net/5085/f/2015/080/8/b/belle_by_pixeldust86-d8mitl4.jpg)</div>&nbsp; As with every morning, Belle kept her eyes shut tight and met with a warm euphoria that accompanied the short process.&nbsp; Besides the obvious sexual sensations, the girl always felt a rush of adrenaline as she was milked and fucked all at once.&nbsp; Before she knew it, the moment had passed and Kinjar was softly offering his approval of her quantity.&nbsp; Belle smiled and gave a long sigh of relief since the pressure in her bust was greatly lessened.&nbsp; Her owner somehow found a different way to please her sexually every morning.&nbsp; As she felt his hands beneath her knees, Belle knew this morning would be no different.<br><br>"K-Kin, what are you-? OH!"&nbsp; With a jolt, Belle's chest jiggled and bounced along with the rest of her large body.&nbsp; She was airborne after a sudden slam into her body that sent chills up her spine.&nbsp; She hadn't had time to think about the repercussions of coming back down so hard until she was there.&nbsp; "AH- HHHNNNNN!!"&nbsp; The girl groaned as air was forced from her lungs.&nbsp; She would have doubled over had Kinjar's arms not been securely around her.&nbsp; Belle was quite sufficiently impaled on her owner's erection, feeling him nestled deep within even her womb.&nbsp; His thick head was enough to fill the small space, leaving the rest of his cock surrounded by the bovine's quivering, tight pussy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Another Day on the Farm  ((Norwegian One + PixelDust))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>26-03-2015, 21:32:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/5b99/f/2015/080/3/5/kinjar_by_pixeldust86-d8mitlh.jpg)</div>Even if she was a bovine like him, Belle still found it challenging to take all of Kinjar's thick, meaty slab inside her eager slit. The slippery moisture provided by her flaring arousal aided in fitting his admirable size within her core, as did her experience from getting fucked by her owner in various position every morning. Then again, Belle's body didn't really have any choice in the current situation except accomodate her owner's cock as best she could. Gravity was merciless as she plunged down upon Kinjar's bulbous shaft, and took him all the way to the hilt, her insides clenching tight around him as his thick helmet invaded her womb.<br><br>Belle's groans and moans were music to Kinjar's ears, and the large minotaur held his smaller cow steady with his massive hands, keeping her legs suspended as his hips thrust up against her rear once more, setting a steady pace of powerful plunges into Belle's sopping wet pussy. "Mmm, so tight..." Kinjar murmured huskily in her ear, loving the feeling of the cow's insides clenching down tight, squeezing his engorged length rhythmically with each hard thrust up into her core. Her tail was twisting and lashing like crazy against his chest, showing the minotaur that his beloved cow was losing control of herself, and Kinjar bucked his muscular hips against him at a steady pace, determined to shatter the serene morning with the cow's desperate cries of pleasure.<br><br>With each thrust, Kinjar's great length slid past Belle's wide-stretched lower lips, his veiny shaft dragged across her sensitive, moistened flesh, and battered past the entrance to her womb. As her curvy behind hit his thighs, his heavy, full balls slapped against her pussy lips, giving Belle a very familiar clue of just how much he was going to fill her when the minotaur reached his limit. Already he was beginning to throb a little, and his pace increased a little, determined to bring his bovine lover to her release before he would indulge in his own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Another Day on the Farm  ((Norwegian One + PixelDust))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>28-03-2015, 08:44:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig02.deviantart.net/5085/f/2015/080/8/b/belle_by_pixeldust86-d8mitl4.jpg)</div>&nbsp; "Huh, huh, huh!"&nbsp; Belle's breath caught with every bounce on Kinjar's manhood.&nbsp; Her body jiggled in provocative ways every time he let her fall to his lap.&nbsp; The stretch of the man's shaft pushing her folds apart, his thick head fucking her cervix with reckless abandon; it all worked against her strained will.&nbsp; Belle wanted to hold out.&nbsp; She wanted Kin to fuck her silly like he did some of the smaller animals, but there was no hope with the bovine's release coming on like a tsunami.<br><br>"Oh, Kin.. I'm.. Oh, god! I'm gonna- UNNNHHHH!"&nbsp; With only a little warning, Belle's eyes shut tight against the pounding wave of her orgasm.&nbsp; She shuddered in Kinjar's arms while her pussy clamped down on his hard meat.&nbsp; It sucked on him like a hungry slut begging for his cum.&nbsp; Belle was blinded by her release, unable to do anything but ride out her release on his thick cock.&nbsp; She continued bucking her hips down over him.&nbsp; "C-cum for me, Kin! Please! Give me all that precious spunk you keep from me!"&nbsp; Her tongue wet her lips, as if she was about to actually taste her owner's semen on them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Another Day on the Farm  ((Norwegian One + PixelDust))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>31-03-2015, 13:07:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/5b99/f/2015/080/3/5/kinjar_by_pixeldust86-d8mitlh.jpg)</div>If there was one thing in the world that made Kinjar happy, it was the cries of pleasure coming from the beautiful cow impaled on his massive length. The minotaur loved all the girls on his farm, and did his utmost to keep them all happy, satisfied and productive, but Belle had a special place in his heart, owed to their history together. It was just another reason why he loved giving her the first load of the morning, to spill his fresh, bountiful seed within her molten, welcoming core, and this morning was no different. As the pitch of Belle's ecstacy-filled cries kept rising, Kinjar increased the pace and force of his thrust, battering her insides into submission even as he dragged her kicking and screaming towards the edge of her orgasm.<br><br>Then, he felt the familiar sensation of the bovine's cunt clenching down tight, squeezing and begging for his seed, and Kinjar was more than eager to indulge her desires. "You're such a good cow," he grunted and groaned in her ear, his powerful hips working like a piston to thrust in and out of her soaked slit, battering against her cervix and spreading her wide open in preparation for his semen. "I've got your reward...right...HERE!" Kinjar grunted loudly at the last word, waves of pleasure surging through as his bulbous helmet twitched and throbbed within Belle's womb. <br><br>The frantic throbbing of his length gave the cow a second or two of warning, Kinjar's heavy balls already constricting and pumping, and the first jet of steaming hot, sticky minotaur semen shot straight inside Belle's womb, filling the limited space in an instant. Kinjar, however, was far from done, and he kept bouncing the smaller cow on his lap, his engorged cock slamming into her repeatedly even as he filled her completely with his load. Each thrust into her cunt was greeted with a progressively louder squelching sound, as the minotaur's length stirred the rapidly growing pool of hot, slippery semen with his cow's eager pussy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Another Day on the Farm  ((Norwegian One + PixelDust))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>07-04-2015, 11:49:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig02.deviantart.net/5085/f/2015/080/8/b/belle_by_pixeldust86-d8mitl4.jpg)</div>&nbsp; "Y-yes! YESSSSSSS!!"&nbsp; The cow groaned as her womb was pierced, her legs kicking at the air with the mix of pain and intense pleasure.&nbsp; Belle's eyes rolled back as she rode straight into another orgasm.&nbsp; Her body shook and shuddered on Kinjar.&nbsp; It's fatty parts jiggled provocatively like a puppet on a stick being shaken by a made master.&nbsp; She was blind and deaf to the world for a moment, the growing stock of seed in her belly being her only care.&nbsp; Her pussy tightened over and over, sucking at the man as she tried to pull more and more into her greedy cunt.<br><br>Fuck yes, Kin! MMMmmmm, I'm nothing but your morning cum dump.. God I love this."&nbsp; Belle smiled and worked her hips over Kin.&nbsp; She let her head hang while she started easing herself back into a calm state despite her body being impaled over him still.&nbsp; The bovine knew she would be well-rested and happy the entire day thanks to her owner.&nbsp; She was certain if he ever missed a morning, she would simply be the grumpiest animal on the farm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Another Day on the Farm  ((Norwegian One + PixelDust))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>07-04-2015, 22:44:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/5b99/f/2015/080/3/5/kinjar_by_pixeldust86-d8mitlh.jpg)</div>Even as Kinjar's bountiful loud spurted thickly within Belle's cunt, she trembled around him in a second orgasm, her insides clenching down wildly around his engorged length, even as she rode him like her life depended on it. Kinjar was smiling huskily, his strong hands holding Belle's legs in a secure grip, even as she kicked in the throes of passion. "Mmmm, nothing like starting the day with a creampie, is it love?" he breathed in her ear, panting lustily from the exertion and ecstacy she had wrung from him. His thick, rigid length was still adding little spurts of semen to the veritable pool inside the cow's belly, and had she been in heat, his sperm would have been swarming her eggs at this very moment. <br><br>Even as they came down from their individual peaks, Kinjar maintained a secure grip on Belle's legs, easing her gently up and down on his slowly softening length, enjoying the feel of his half-erect cock stirring around the steaming, slippery deposit he had left within her. She was filled to the brim with his warmth and his love for her, and Kinjar cherished the feeling of her warm back against his broad chest. Slowly, he let go of her legs, letting her sink gently down onto his lap, his fat member buried to the hilt within her cream-filled, velvety core. One of his large, tender hands cupped her cheek, easing her face to the side to meet his lips in a tender, loving kiss, while his other hand descended between her legs, circling her swollen clit with a single, thick digit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Another Day on the Farm  ((Norwegian One + PixelDust))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scylla</strong> on <strong>12-04-2015, 12:37:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig02.deviantart.net/5085/f/2015/080/8/b/belle_by_pixeldust86-d8mitl4.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Belle let out just a few more gasps, her body still tensing and releasing from her multiple orgasms as she calmed.&nbsp; Kinjar was so much more than an owner to her.&nbsp; She was sure no other farm treated their livestock with as much compassion or care as he showed her.&nbsp; The woman sank back into his hard body, nestling against him like a daughter with their big, strong father.&nbsp; "C-certainly not, Kin.. th-thank you.."&nbsp; She smiled and bit her lip as the feel of his rough fingers on her tender, overly sensitive nub was felt.&nbsp; Had she not cum twice already in succession, it would have been enough to build up to a fantastic release.&nbsp; As it was, Belle hadn't the strength for any more than a rest before she started other duties around the farm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Another Day on the Farm  ((Norwegian One + PixelDust))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>12-04-2015, 21:44:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/5b99/f/2015/080/3/5/kinjar_by_pixeldust86-d8mitlh.jpg)</div>For a little while, Kinjar simply sat there on his stool with Belle on his lap, his member buried to the hilt within her warm, clenching depths. His arms were wrapped around her, her smaller body nestled against his chest, and Kinjar's deep blue eyes were closed as he placed soft, caring kisses on the back of Belle's neck. It was indeed almost like a loving father holding his daughter, with the exception of his manhood, half-erect and softening slowly, deep in a pool of his own semen.<br><br>"Thank <em>you</em>, Belle," he whispered softly against her neck, his lips shifting to nibble gently on her ear, his breath gentle and warm. His finger was on her exposed clit, circling it gently. He wasn't trying to get her back in the mood, knowing that he would need his strength for the rest of the farm; he simply loved to feel her quiver and tremble gently around him, her insides massaging in their wet, velvety embrace. As much as he wanted to stay, Kinjar knew he couldn't just laze around in the barn all day. Boli still hadn't shown up, so he would just have to milk her later. "I should get on with my route," he whispered, though of course Belle was aware of it. It was the same every morning, after all.<br><br>Gently, Kinjar lifted Belle off of his lap, his fat shaft making a wet, sloppy sound as it slipped from between her puffy lips, and Kinjar lowered her to stand on unsteady legs. Smiling, he leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her lips, before grabbing the metal bucket. "I'll be back later, Belle," he said and smiled warmly, before walking out of the barn. After placing the bucket of milk in the walk-in fridge, Kinjar continued on his route, his next stop being the farm's sheepfold.
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