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Thread: Jugger x Suri

But I do have hands, look at the picture She listened to him and refused to give up trying for the time being, she wanted to be as human as she could possibly be. Though she was getting incredibly hot in the robe, but she didn't want him to shoot her, so she would keep it on for now. I suppose your right, I guess I am just some animal now... she sigh and fell to the floor on her hands.
Thread: Jugger x Suri

Crap my bad my bad. Shoulda checked before I posted that. Nathan- Yes...just some animal. And I expect you to act as one. A stupid, dirty animal. He laughed and walked over and began to pet her again. Nathan- Your living arrangements are hell, your food of grass is horrible, hell...you only have this...robe to wear. Which reminds me...I need to clean this so I can use it for after I shower. He took it off of her. Nathan- Your life here is surely to be hell...but... He began to rub her butt and moved his head to her ear. Nathan- If you somehow...convince...me to make things better for you...I might...but only one good deed...at...a time.
Thread: Jugger x Suri

Shelly's depressing state only worsened with the things he said. Though, he seemed to show her affection even though his words were harsh. He pet her, that was something nice, he didn't slap her. She was grateful for that, however, more painful words came, revealing words at that. The grass isn't so bad she admitted and looked to him as he removed the robe, making her feel better revealing the heat off her body. Though she was embarrassed to be nude. Shelly shied away from him. Then she felt his hand on her butt. He felt his breath in her ear and his proposition. Not really sure what he meant she quickly assumed he meant some kind of sex. I would never! she cried and moved quickly away.
Thread: Jugger x Suri

Nathan laughed. Nathan- Suit yourself. Don't run away from sex....eventually I'm going to want it from you, whether you want it or not. He walked over and grabbed her tail so she couldn't run. He put an arm around her as he faced toward her backside. He began to tickle her pussy with the furry part of her tail to see how she would react to it. Btw, are you going to have her be like an anthro that can transform from Bovine to Human or just keep her Bovine? Either way is fine with me
Thread: Jugger x Suri

Shelly thought about the thought of the vile man touching her sexually and shivers went up her spine. Then he some how grapple her and grabbed her newly formed tail. She didn't know what he was doing until he began tickling her very sensitive pussy. She started to giggle and whine in an very animal way and began to kick with her hoofs, in reaction, not on purpose. She will be this way forever
Thread: Jugger x Suri

Ok Nathan smirked. Nathan- Does it stimulate you my pet? He continued to tickle her, but he kept out of way of her kicks by climbing onto her. He continued to tickle her but he reached his head down and began to lick up and down her pussy as he did so.
Thread: Jugger x Suri

Shelly's strength was no match for his grapple and shook her head in anger. No! It doesn't! she shouted and felt his tongue across her pussy. It made her tremble slightly, she was getting wetter. Did this transformation change her libido as well. She felt her breasts getting heavy and her pussy salivate from his tongue making her feel better.
Thread: Jugger x Suri

Nathan- You're becoming so wet my pet... He let go of her tail and spread her pussy to show her inner walls. He smirked and poked her inside with the tip of his tongue before rubbing it slowly up and down before he brought his mouth down and began to suck on her inside flesh.
Thread: Jugger x Suri

Why are you doing this? Shelly asked with a trembling voice. She felt him let go of her tail and she tried pushing it in the way of her pussy but it was no use. He was toying with her and she could do nothing but use it. Shelly felt his tongue enter and her nipples began to leak breast milk. Then when he sucked on her inside, her pussy squeezed tightly around his lips.
Thread: Jugger x Suri

Nathan- I'm doing this because you want this...you can't lie and say you aren't enjoying this. He got off and went over to her breasts. Nathan- My my...you're lactating... He pressed his mouth onto her breast and began to suck on her nipple to get the milk out. He could taste it and it made him horny. His erection showed in his pants and he took them off as he sucked her.
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A man will go so far to keep his significant other out of the arms of another man if they suspect that person of being unfaithful, out of hatred, jealousy. Everything comes into play then, anger shown to both parties. Even if the suspicion is simply that suspicion. The male must, and will always, show his dominance in over what he believes is his if he feels threatened. The Sinclairs. Rich, happy middle-aged couple. Middle-aged meaning that the male is almost forty and the female is nearing her thirties. Gold digging? No, no. Richard simply loved the younger girls. Check his criminal record. Few accounts of statutory rape, all innocent on all counts, when he was eighteen to twenty-two. Richard Sinclair owned several businesses over-seas, hired and transported Americans to work in these shops before simply hiring the locals. Saved him money in the end. He was a rich bastard, of course he had fancy stuff. Cars, houses, even a helicopter. The only thing he really, really loved was his thirty-five foot yacht. Richard loved being on the sea in his yacht, with or without his lovely wife, Jennifer. Of course, there was always a thorn to his rose. Marcus Fields. He was that thorn, ex-military grunt. Handyman for Richard, had been since he left the service. His tools of the trade were irreplaceable, that is why Richard kept him around. Repairman, mechanic, electrician. Marcus did it all, from cars to boats to helicopters. T.Vs to DvD players to radios. Whatever it was, the male could - and would - fix it. He had the rugged look to him, as well.. like he rarely showered. The scruffy look that every male wore, well.. not every man. Working men. Not the rich bastards could could afford to wipe their own ass with money. Ah, Richard, A male voice chimed, raising a glass of champagne to the gray haired male. To another fantastic trip you are bringing me and my wife on. To Richard! The group chimed, raising their classes. Richard had invited several of his close friends out to sail around the world. From the Bahamas to Hawaii. They planned to go everywhere, or try to at least. Richard, his wife, six friends and Marcus.. their handyman. Again, he did everything made sure the yacht stayed on course, cooked for everyone when the anchor was down. Simply kept everything running, allowing Richard and his guests to relax peacefully on the yacht. But yes, where is that handyman of your's, Richard? Uh, The male spoke, taking a small puff of his cigar as they sat around the back of the yacht, soaking up the sunlight. Mark? Where is Mark? A light laugh passed through Richard's lips, Marcus. The old male spoke, taking a puff of his own cigar before washing it down with scotch. He is the 'captain' of the ship, right now. At the helm, he's making sure we get to our destination safe.. and sound. Placing his glass down on the table, right hand moving over to his wife's hand, grabbing it gently. Isn't that right, hun?
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RE The man you love the man he hates SexyChickRelix Huh? Jennifer was stirred from her daydreaming by her husband's voice and his hand enveloping her own. She had been busy watching the waves crest and fall around the yacht as it smoothly gliding along the water, with the occasional bump from crashing against a rough patch in the sea. But Marcus was usually good enough to keep that from happening. She'd been thinking about the handyman in question for a while now, probably a lot longer than she should be, considering she was a married woman, and her loyalty was to her husband and to her husband alone. A soft sigh escaped her lips, looking over at Richard, realizing his, as well as everyone else's eyes, were on her. A soft blush of embarrassment invaded her cheeks, and she smiled. She hadn't exactly been paying attention to the conversation when brought back into it. So it seemed she was taking a leap of faith here. Yes, yes of course. She simply nodded, having no clue what she could be agreeing to. Aged at thirty, she was what you could consider a 'trophy wife' to her older husband. Meant to be seen, not heard, and devote her life and affections to him. Which was well worth it to enjoy her luxurious lifestyle. Shopping, clothes, jewelry, anything she wanted was hers with a wave of the hand. And Richard was more happy to pay. And this little trip had been his idea. What he'd called a 'present to her' was more like a way to impress his friends and hers, and most of their husbands were wealthy as well, and hopefully they'd invest in his company, a guaranteed payoff. Dressed in a simple white bikini that left little to the imagination, holding her shapely breasts securely in the loose fabric. Around her waist was a green wrap that covered most of her long, tanned legs. Over her top was a soft, faded yellow sweatshirt to keep the breeze and hot sun off her skin. Silky, slightly curled brown hair fell a bit past her soft shoulders. Leaning over towards Richard, she placed a soft, delicate kiss against his cheek, then his lips. Normally he place would be sitting in his lap, arms around his neck, but for the moment she'd been given the good grace to simply sit at his side. The two didn't exactly see eye to eye on everything, not that it wasn't a happy marriage. A marriage built on money, sex, and maybe even love. She got everything she wanted, and he got great lovemaking for the rest of his life.But as of late, Marcus had been the man occupying her mind. Which was dangerous considering she could lose everything by commiting an infidelity, which had crossed her mind on more than one occassion. Altough his feelings about her were quite unclear.
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RE The man you love the man he hates SexyChickRelix Richard let out a small laugh at the girl's statement, wasn't hard to tell that she was spaced out. It was how she got on the yacht, wind whipping at their faces, cool breezes, soothing sounds. It was expected for her to space out, if she didn't.. he knew there was something up. Shaking his head lightly after returning the kiss, bringing her hand up to his lips to place a light kiss on her hand. Richard wasn't completely... fat, but, he wasn't in shape anymore. Getting there as he grew older and older. So, of course, Marcus would have the better body given that he was around the same age as Jennifer. Though, the handyman's feelings toward the girl were.. quite weird, perplexed. He found her attractive, yes but, her being attractive and him liking her were two different things. Her being attractive simply meant that she was that, attractive. Him liking her was to mean that he thought about her constantly, wanted to be with her which, wasn't the case. Marcus worked for her husband, it would net two losses for them if they went under the sheets together. She'd be divorced, thrown on her ass. Marcus would be fired, out of work for whoever knows how long. Risk worth the net losses? Not at all. Your wife is still as beautiful as the day I first met her, Richard, The male spoke lightly, the women having left their husbands so they could talk... 'business'. Business meant perversion rolled up into big talk, usually who would sleep with who's wives.. something of the same. I still think she's got Tony's wife beat by a mile, after that second kid... Phew! The male spoke, laughing lightly. The three men but Tony laughing over it. Hey, man, I'm right here.. not cool. Plus, I wouldn't be saying so much about my wife when your's is missing a tooth. What happened? Rotted out from all your brother's sperm? Another set of laugh erupting from the men. Talking went as usual, loud enough for them to hear it.. low enough for the women to miss everything. Marcus simply looked out to the ocean from the top of the yacht, making sure to keep them headed in the right direction. Normally around this time, Jennifer just happened to... 'pop' in for a quick check-up. See how everything is going. Marcus was Caucasian but had a fairly deep tan for being white. All the hours he spends under the sun with barely anything on.. sometimes, when he knows he's truly alone. There is work done in his birthday suit.
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RE The man you love the man he hates SexyChickRelix Now was Jennifer's cue to leave and let the men talk amongst themselves. She didn't need to be around to hear which of Richard's friends wanted to sleep with her rather than their own wife. Although the consensus usually was that they all wanted a piece of her. But her husband was the only one to get her in the end. That was unless she decided to cheat, which would probably never happen. Much too risky to consider committing adultery, she'd be left flat on her ass, and the guy, whoever it was, would probably get a good beating. No more lunch in fancy restaurants, trips to Paris, shopping sprees, big house, nice car to drive. All of it would be gone. She'd get nothing from Richard if they were to divorce, he'd be sure to hold onto every last penny. I think I'll leave you guys to talk. As she got up, Jennifer laid a soft kiss against her husband's cheek before heading to the stern of the yacht, chatting amongst the other wives for a few minutes before making her usual trip up the ladder to check on Marcus. She did this regularly, not out of any particular interest in him, it just seemed like the friendly thing to do. He certainly had to get bored driving and working on the boat without any conversation and simply being ordered around the entire trip. Finding the handsome younger male at the wheel, she leaned against the railing, hair whipping a little in the breeze, sweatshirt fluttering a bit as well. Hey Marcus. She greeted with a polite smile, moving to lean on the edge near the wheel, casting a glance in his direction. Are we still on course? She asked with a curious grin, subconsciously checking him out despite her better judgment. Nothing ever happened between them, he never made a move on her, and she didn't, either. No inappropriate flirting, kissing, embracing, zero physical contact, except the occasional shake of the hand when he did a good job. And Richard was usually the one to do that, anyways. The question wasn't exactly hard for him to answer, and she probably shouldn't have even asked it. Marcus was damn good at his job, and it was a good possibility they were going the right way. Her eyes continued to look him over, drawn to his strong form.
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RE The man you love the man he hates SexyChickRelix Marcus noticed her presence within the second she moved up the ladder. It wasn't hard to tell the shifting of the ladder under weight male or female. Her question only resulted in him shaking his head, If- The male's voice a bit high from the lack of speaking, normally, he talked to himself. Surely, a bad trait, given that it'd make him seem crazy. It just kept his voice even toned, without the need to clear his throat. Bringing his hand up from the wheel, the male placed his hand over his mouth before clearing his throat. If it wasn't, I surely wouldn't be here anymore. The male spoke in reply, tone terribly dull. He wasn't bored with the girl, she just asked pointless questions. Richard's attention moved up to the highest spot of the yacht, where Marcus guided the yacht from. Temper getting a bit heated as the shadow of his wife was up there in the room with him, it wasn't hard to tell her form to the somewhat visible shaded window. Shaking his head lightly, brushing her conversation with Marcus.. simply brushing off the whole thought of her thinking about cheating on him. I do say, I am a lucky man.. if you all could see her in the bed, your jaw would fall off. A light grin passing over his lips, of course.. a fib here between friends were just that fibs. Who knew what? Only Richard knew what happened. The chances of her leaving immediately weren't at all likely, Marcus turned his head to look at her through the corner of his eyes. Anything else, Mrs. Sinclair? The male chimed lightly, Mr. Sinclair believe there is a tweak anywhere? He asked lightly, it wasn't against what she did.. the male simply didn't wish to give people things to talk about. Give Richard suspicions to fire him on the spot when they arrived back in Florida. If not, with all due respect.. I need you to leave me be, Mrs. Sinclair. Need to make sure everything is correct, one slight slip up and we all could be tipped over.. drowning in the Atlantic Ocean. Nodding lightly, surely, that was all a lie. Marcus just needed to get her away from him.. something about her just begged for him to be invited closer.
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RE The man you love the man he hates SexyChickRelix Jennifer was a bit off put as Marcus casually dismissed her, not even attempting to talk to her. Maybe he wasn't in the mood, which was strange since he'd been up here for so long driving the boat, it just didn't make sense to her that he wouldn't want to talk with someone. Now she regretted extending him the courtesy of conversation. Feeling terribly neglected by the hired hand, she sighed lightly and turned from him. Apparently his focus had to be fully concentrated on steering, and it couldn't be drawn anywhere else. Shrugging her shoulders, she started off, stopping short of the ladder, glancing over her shoulder at the handyman. Okay, well if you ever want to... Her voice trailed off, not wanting to make the same mistake twice. Never mind. She muttered, shaking her head and heading down the ladder. Deciding not to rejoin her husband either, Jennifer went and moved to the stern again, sitting separately from the group of 'friends'. She looked out at the strong, surging waves left behind by the yacht's high powered motor. She wanted to dive right into the clear blue water, leave everyone and everything behind and be alone. Her husband wasn't paying her any special attention, and she'd been rejected by Marcus as well. This trip was turning sour. She hadn't expected it to be that much fun, but it was turning out worse than she had hoped for. Why to I bother going on these trips.. The brunette murmured to herself, crossing her arms over her chest, looking out at the sun which was starting to set, a shadow spreading steadily over the water. It was a beautiful sight, probably the best thing to happen on the trip so far.
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RE The man you love the man he hates SexyChickRelix Marcus had to reject her for his own personal safety, his job depended on it. If he didn't focus, Richard would assume the worst on Marcus' part.. Jennifer wouldn't have anything done to her, he'd lose his job. The only job he had, the only flow of currency. Richard's lips smirked as he watched the girl retreat from where Marcus had been. Poor little thing, isn't she? The male asked, turning to Tony, She seems so bored, yet, when the trip had first started.. she was the most excited one of us all. A grin resting on his face, the male simply shook his head and laughed. Taking another long drag from his cigar before washing it down with scotch again. Marcus watched from atop of the yacht, a small sigh passing through his lips, he didn't want to feel the regret he did when he turned away Jennifer, but, he needed to. A light sigh passed through his lips, another... shaking his head lightly. Opening his eyes to- The boat caught a hold of something, a sharp rock tore a hole in the hull. Only Jennifer, Marcus and Richard survived, yet.. they hadn't survived. They were lost to the world, lost at sea. Aahhhh! The sudden shriek piercing through the still air, Richard's scream as he was awoken from the wreckage.. washed up on shore of some island. Piece of metal from his yacht piercing through his left leg. Jennifer!! The male shouted, he was alone.. wanted his wife.. needed his wife.
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RE The man you love the man he hates SexyChickRelix Before she knew it, Jennifer went flying off the stern of the yacht as it slammed against the jagged, pointed rock, which she hadn't even seen. Thankfully she managed to avoid the spinning rotors of the motor, not getting cut or injured in any way. She felt the current drag underwater, losing consciousness beneath the waves. Everything went dark...the last thing she saw was the underside of the boat and the reflection of the sun on the water's surface... Stirring a bit, slowly waking up, she felt the sensation of warm sand beneath her, blinking once or two as her eyes refocused, restoring her vision. Brushing aside her damp, silky hair, Jennifer managed to get to her knees, legs weak from getting tossed around by the water, which had landed her on the shore of an island. Looking around in every direction, she saw no sign of the boat, any other land, or anyone else for that matter. Struggling a little, she got to her feet, feelng a bit sick, likely from swallowing a lot of salt water. Taking the time to check herself over, there didn't seem to be any wounds or injuries of any kind. Thankful to be without a scratch, and alive for that matter, the woman suddenly heard a shout, breaking the silence. It was a familiar voice, too, Richard, her husband! Doing the best she could, feeling dizzy as well, she tried to follow voice, hopefully headed in the right direction. After a few minutes, she spotted the wreckage of the yacht, looking far beyond repair. And laying in the sand nearby, there he was! Rushing over, kneeling down by his side, she immediately noticed the metal pierced through his leg. In a medical situation, Jennifer was completely clueless as to what to do, hopelessly looking around. Richard, honey, I don't know what to do.. She said frantically, not knowing whether to pull it out, thinking that might make it worse, causing him to bleed out, but keeping it in wouldn't allow it to heal. Unless there was a way to bandage the wound, pulling it out didn't seem like such a good idea. But it looked like that was her only option. Taking his hand, she looked to his face. We have to take it out, or it won't heal. Just hold still.. She murmured in a soft voice, carefully grasping the piece of metal where it didn't appear to be sharp, counting to three in her head before pulling it out abruptly and tossing the blood-stained and sharp object away from both of them. He started bleeding almost immediately, so it looked like she needed to put pressure on it. Using her free hand, Jennifer pressed down hard on the wound, stopping the bleeding as best she could, staying close to him.