eh? what sweater? oh, this nice and cuddly and fuzzy thing?
ow, ow, i get it!
ducks back out
::batting her eyes coyly::
Dijon, how sweet of you to ask
(never could resist a sheepish grin)
Why don’t you join me here in the back row and we’ll wait the the next part together…
Sorry Cougarfang, but at least he asked
Hhmph. >O
I MEANT TO PRESS PREVIEW I SWEAR IT! THE MOUSE JUST JIGGLED BY ITSELF!!! (damn optical mouse). now will some Mod of Mercy please correct it… gets down on knees pleeeeeeease?
slinks away in embarrassment
WOW! I can’t believe that WORKED!!! :D:D:D
Ya snooze, ya lose, bucko! :D:D:D:D
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“Harumpf”… Come on Scylla don’t leave us hanging for the weekend.
I can’t help but notice that it’s been NINETEEN DAYS since the last installment.
Shall we camp out in Scylla’s front yard untill he gives us more? Keep him up with loud music if he tries to sleep?
“Daaaad, you can’t just shoot him.” I had Circe whine. I gulped loudly.
“Well will just see about that, won’t we. As it turns out, in all the excitement, I don’t rightly remember how many shells I fired from this here shotgun. So what you have to ask yourself, you philandering Amish punk, is “do I feel lucky?” What do you say, Punk?”
“It’s a single shot, Dad, and you just shot the milking machine.”
I needed no further incentive, and like a shot I was out the door and ran off screaming into the night.
For how far I ran, I don’t recall, but in my drunk, drugged and disturbed condition I was hardly slowed by the fact that my pants had fallen down to my ankles.
At any event, I continued on, madly, until my breath burned in my lungs and my heart seemed as to burst. Only then did I collapse face down and exhausted, a storm tossed traveller on the insane sea of night, desirous only of getting home, returning to my love.
I wept silently, and again time lost it’s meaning.
I was brought back to reality, by a not unpleasant sensation of a moist and warm sensation pushing between my bare buttocks. It was soft yet rough at the same time. Oddly this intrusion brought no panic to my mind. Instead, I lifted my head an turned slowly to see what had caused it.
“Moo.” said the cow.
I regarded the kind gentle face attached to the toungue.
“Thank you for the solace of the moment kind cow. It was sorely needed, as I’m much distressed by circumstance and recent rough treatment.”
“MMMMmmmmy pleasure,” the cow politely replied.
“Well, ok. I guess I’ll be moving on now.”
“MMMM’kay. Remmemmmber. Dive not into the immmmpenetrable font of virgin prowess. Break not the seal. The guardian is not as he seemmmms.”
“I’ll keep it in mind, and thanks again for licking my ass. It really helped.”
“MMMmmm.”
Discarding my hat an wig, I walked on through the pasture, unsure of my direction.
Soon I came upon several more cows. I asked for directions, but got no helpful replies.
I splashed across a steam and climbed a fence wandering further in the direction I hoped was home. I had determined to study up on the Dewey decimal system at first opportunity, as that seemed the key to my problems and a promising lead. The cows words lingered balefully in my mind though, and unlike its toungue the thoughts it brought were cold and unwelcome.
I clenched my mental ass-cheecks against the intrusion and steeled my resolve as I marched on, and it was at that precise moment I heard the snort, followed immediately by the thunder of hooves. I didn’t need to look back to know that I had wandered into a bull’s pasture. Instinctively I pumped legs attaining top speed as I glanced over my shoulder, confirming the huge beast was indeed hell-bent in its pursuit of me.
I regretted instantly having abandoned my bicycle in my earlier haste. Had I had it, I might ride like the wind to be free again, but it was too late for that now. I bolted for a rocky limestone outcropping and climbed to safety with only moments to spare.
I sat regaining my breath while the huge beast paced back and forth beneath me.
“I didn’t think you were gonna make it.” The girl said huskily. “It looke like ole Nads had you for sure. He must be getting old.”
“That wouldn’t have been pleasant,” I agreed. “Do you think you could tell me where I am?”
“Sure, but first introductions. My names Callie. Why don’t you come up here where it’s a little more comfortable and tell me your name.”
“All right,” I replied. “Thanks for the welcome.” I climbed up higher on the outcropping to where some softer lichen and Callie were." I gulped as I saw that her dark slender form was completely and enticingly naked. Having recently grown suspicious of all things seductive, I lied.
“Pleased to meet you Callie. My name’s Hamish. Now, could you tell me where I am.”
“Why Hamish, that should be obvious. You’re with me now,” and she moved into my arms, and as I felt her breasts against me and her tounge slide into my ear my brain filled with an irresistable island melody, heard from a distance. I embraced it. All of it.
We fell to the lichen beneath the moonlight and moved to that ancient rythmn.
Nads stalked below.
ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod! Thank you so much Scylla I have been waiting for this forevers. 
moooo-ving passage!
Woo-hooo! Scylla’s back in action.
over 10,000 views. i do not know what to say…
pretty daaaaamn long for a bestiality thread…
all i can say is…
FINALLY!!!
Obviously Scylla has now found his Muse…
looks around innocently
Who, me?
BRAVO ***** BRAVO !!!
:throws roses to Scylla in the tradition of El’ Matador:
Well worth the wait, Scylla.
Is it getting hot in here, or is that just me?
I can see the Tag Line for EWE SLUTS when it is made for the big screen by Castle Rock. A big story like this can only fit on the big screen. Big Trouble For Little Hamish.
Enticing Sheep. Milking Machines. Drunk Teasing Rednecks. A Talking Cow and a Naked Hot Muse.
::::: queue porno music in the background ::::::::
Kentucky Fried Movie, move over.
If that’s in response to the Muse comment, sorry, no; it was an obscure reference to the story itself. Or maybe I read too much Sandman.
Mind you, given the first half of the latest installment, maybe I should have said he’d found his moos. 
whew
bump (not that it particularly needs it)
gah. NOW it needs it.
bump