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Thread: Faithful Farm Hand [ Bear & Vertigo ]

The beast was a responsive fellow, his cock emerging from its sheath slowly. His member didn't feel like flesh as much as the rest of him, her hands loosening their grip for just a moment before growing firm again. She choked back the urge to purge her lunch on the floors of the stalls. She fought against it again, keeping her head turned as she struggled for the best grip of his cock without it being too much stimulation or too little. After a moment of hesitation, she lowered herself slowly down to her knees, continuing to stroke the horse's cock as he grew in length to a size that was rather impressive. Jocelyn felt nervous as she picked up the pace, stroking him and moving hands in soft twisting movements that were light enough not to cause the skin to tug but strong enough to stimulate him vastly. Come now, Nemo. I wouldn't like to work for it. She murmured, but truth be told she was fascinated by his member. Even as she felt the disgust, she felt a strange interest, watching the way the cock grew in her hands and responded in small twitches and flaring at the very tip. Oddly enough, her sex was tingling gently in urges that she didn't acknowledge while at work.
Thread: Faithful Farm Hand [ Bear & Vertigo ]

Strange. The horse snorted when she began to touch the fleshy, sensitive portion of his cock past the sheath. Thick veins pulsed on the moist, hard flesh like sympathetic vibrations to the sheer heat of the rod. His nostrils flared and he tossed his mane, noticing a new undertone to the scent. This female was... He snorted again, this female was a mare on verge of heat. Ah. This all made sense now. Clearly the humans had begun to recognize Nemo's superior breeding status, as they regularly made sure to introduce him to mares with scents from all over. Now they had taken the next logical step to introducing him to a human mare. Well. She was quite small. In the midst of the stallion's ruminations on equine-hominid mating his cock did not fail to stop expanding until its meaty length was just over a foot and a half. The tip, a concave mushroom, flared at the end and twitched when her fingers came near it. In a momentary movement Nemo half stepped back, causing one of Jocelyn's hands to momentarily cup his thick head. The organ pulsed for a moment, emitting nothing, but the stallion's body told a different story. His thick flanks tightened, shifting beneath his skin as his head twisted and flicked. Nemo's tail momentarily lifted and then sank back down, giving off the impression of startled pleasure and, as his head swung round, rapt attention.
Thread: Faithful Farm Hand [ Bear & Vertigo ]

The shaft was a strange network of veins that pulsed and made his cock twitch in her grasp, his thick length something far too massive for her to handle. Her own organ was slowly coming alive with a strange sort of attraction, perhaps because of the intimate way that she had to attend to him, but perhaps because of the fact she hadn't satisfied herself in a long time. Jocelyn felt awkward as the horse reacted to her, shrinking away as the stallion tensed. Easy, boy, She comforted, taking a hand away from his cock to stroke his belly. The ache between her legs was becoming almost too strong for her to ignore, her eyes glancing out at the barn. No one would notice if she did something else besides just milk the horse, right? Her cheeks turned a bit pink at just the idea, but the throbbing of her need was too strong to resist. Jocelyn pulled her hands from him to grasp her pants, sliding htem off and setting them on the ground to give herself a clean space to sit. She removed her panties, tucking them into the pocket of her pants. Slacking wasn't a part of her vocabulary, and she wasn't one to completely abandon her job. She reached one hand up to the stallion's cock, the other sliding between her thighs, two fingers sliding in and out of her already rather wet sex. It didn't take hardly anything for her fingers to be coated in her own fluids, her hips pressing into her own touch softly and soft sighs of pleasure coming from her.
Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

With the inevitability of time, summer had given way at last to the following autumn that nipped on it's heels. The morning air was laced with cold, forcing students to bundle up lest a chill be wrought to their bones as they made the trek to school. The weather was unforgiving as always. Kyon grumbled to himself as he made the trek up the hill that blighted his existence, the one that served as a herculean torment to climb from where he lived to where his school sat. The weather didn't help, as he braced himself with hands in his jacket pockets. He was cognizant enough to know the suffering to come, that this was one of those days where it would be cold until one got out in the sunlight, at which point the jacket would have to be shed for something lighter, leaving a person in a confusing medium. It was as if the world couldn't make up it's mind, and he knew that he only had one person to blame for it. Espers. Time Travelers. Aliens. Three things existing the known universe that had all been drawn to this place and time by one person, the person who had, like a tide of inevitability, taken over his life. That person was Haruhi Suzumiya, leader of the SOS Brigade, his classmate, and unsuspecting God. He just couldn't fathom how she enjoyed weather like this, if indeed this was something she had control of. And as it stood, there was no evidence to the contrary. Still, it seemed that this situation would not be resolving itself in the immediate moment, so he simply bore with it. After a long and exhausting trek, he at last arrived at school, joining the throngs of students as they filed in. The first stop was his locker, to change shoes and collect school supplies from within. That tasked was accomplished fairly rapidly, and Kyon thanked his luck that he would not be subjected to inane conversation from Taniguchi. They were friends, but there was only so much that a man could take! All his things collected, Kyon made his way up to homeroom. Undoubtedly he would find Nagato in the clubroom, as usual, but that was an encounter that could wait for lunch. At the moment he had a schedule to keep to, lest someone worry about him, or something like that. Though really, there would only be a few people that would worry, that much he knew. Arriving at homeroom, he stepped inside and made his way to his desk in the back. At the same time he braced himself for what he knew was to come, that eager expression of Haruhi's face as she told him whatever new and crazy scheme she had thought up for them today. Though one could always hope, it would most likely be outrageous in some form or other. But he would be ready for it as he sat down at his desk, producing a notepad and leaving his bag at his side. Time to go then, and to see what unfortunate things would be inflicted upon his life this time.
Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

While Kyon may have been ready for another uneventful day, a certain someone had different plans, and her name happened to be Haruhi Suzumiya. For whatever the reason, the universe had blessed this adolescent and unaware goddess with A-class stats in all areas looks, charisma, grades, and luck such that not one person in the student body or perhaps even the world could stand in her way. Perhaps she had subconsciously granted herself such blessings, but for whatever the reason they only served to further complicate matters within Kyon's own life and the other lives of those unfortunate enough to be found within her immediate field of view. Haruhi Suzumiya, after all, had made it her life purpose to seek out the strange and interesting things in the world, namely time travelers, espers, aliens, evil masterminds, hidden plots, mysterious disappearances, and the like. Unbeknownst to her, the world actually already contained several of these strange and interesting things, and they even happened to be close at hand. However, Haruhi had something special in mind for that day, and as always, Kyon was the first to know about it. Hey, Kyon, Haruhi's head popped out from behind his shoulder, her hand reaching over and landing a firm slap on his back in order to ensure his full and undivided attention, the attention that one gives their unwilling captor, You're not doing anything after school today, right? Many a conversation had started in such a manner, almost to such an extent that it had become routine. According to Haruhi, there could be nothing more important, prior plans with friends or family included, that could possibly hold more weight than whatever she had in mind. Granted, in Kyon's case such plans rarely if ever existed, but she made no pretenses concerning caring about said plans even if he had made any. True to her form, Haruhi did not even bother waiting to hear his reply, Of course not! I mean, what could possibly be more important than this?! She waved her hand in the air, pointing at some small article cut from what appeared to be yesterday's newspaper. ...You know what that means, right? There could be an evil syndicate at work here, or perhaps even aliens ... It could even be an evil syndicate made up of aliens! Haruhi continued, not actually getting around to explaining how any of it was even remotely relevant. Come on, Kyon... At least try to keep up with recent events. Its about those strange lights people keep seeing at night. What are they called again... Will-o-wisps? Haruhi shrugged, Whatever... We are going to head over to the city park and check around for clues. Supposedly, there have been a lot of sighting there lately. In fact, someone claimed to have seen one just yesterday, even! Oh, and you're going to carry all the equipment over for us, you got that? So Haruhi expected him to lug a bunch of her junk half across town for her, just because she felt like it.
Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Morning Haruhi, Kyon replied matter of factly, wincing a bit against the slap delivered to his shoulder. He was fairly certain it wasn't her intent to do so, he couldn't help but wince at the pain from the sudden impact. Sometimes he had to wonder if she even knew her own strength. But there was enough said of that as he waited patiently for her to go on with her routine, and to tell them what it was that they would be doing this time, or whatever scheme she had thought up next. And so it came, as she asked him if he was doing anything this afternoon before immediately going on with the assumption that he did. To be fair most of the time he didn't, since he lived a fairly mundane life, but it was nonetheless frustrating. Idiot , he grumbled inside his head, voicing that which could not be said aloud as Haruhi went on. Don't just make assumptions like that! You would think she would have learned that by now. Of course, the newspaper clipping flying into his vision did a good job of distracting from his thoughts, and his gaze narrowed as he leaned forward to look at it. Hm? It did seem interesting, at least as a general scientific phenomena, but it was obvious that her mind was getting away from her, and leading her to all sorts of wild delusions. And the last thing he needed was it being true. Haruhi, I think you're being a bit ridiculous, he pointed out in a as he liked to think calm and controlled manner. His brow furrowed slightly as she mentioned the name, dredging up what he could from his memory of that sort of thing. 'WIll-o-wisps? Aren't those gas deposits or something? He was fairly sure that that was what it was. Though why the city would simply allow something like underground gas deposits to go untended to was another story, but that was hardly any of their concern. Just as quickly though, he was again distracted by once more being conscripted into luggage carrying duty. No, it was not alright! Why couldn't she have someone like Koizumi do it? One word from her and he'd gladly carry it all, and would wear a smile the entire time. But no, he was the one forced to suffer under such cruel and unusual punishment for simply existing in her life. It's not like I have a choice, he grumbled, making his opinion known. I don't think we're going to find anything though. There's a perfectly reasonable explanation for it. He had the feeling that she wouldn't believe him though. As usual.
Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Well, if there is such a reasonable explanation for this phenomena, then that is exactly what we will find when we go looking for it, Haruhi replied, her eyes narrowing in obvious displeasure, But if it is something weird and interesting, then it is our job to dig it up. It is your duty as well as a member of the SOS Brigade, so don't forget that. She huffed and turned her gaze toward the window without giving Kyon the opportunity to explain his own theory on the supposed sightings, I think some of the other students have seen them, too. I won't forgive them if they uncover all the mysteries before we even get started on our investigation, so be ready to work your butt off. Haruhi stared down at the empty sports field, her gaze both energetic yet also frustrated. Just what did Haruhi want out of her life, exactly? If you try to skip out, its the death penalty, understand? Her words carried a bit less sharpness to them than usual, however, perhaps on account of his outright dismissal of her assertions. There was little time in which for Kyon to respond as their homeroom teacher stepped into the room soon afterward, putting an end to the conversation as it stood. Haruhi only occasionally glanced in the teacher's direction, her thoughts and attention focused elsewhere, specifically on the strange and unusual things she spent so much of her time and effort pursuing. Just what did she intend to do when or if she ever found them? Unbeknownst to her, the SOS Brigade members went out of their way to conceal the truth, to maintain the delicate balance before them and so prevent the world they knew from falling into chaos. As far as Haruhi knew, however, they were simply her lackeys who answered to her personal beck and call.
Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Yes, I've got it, Kyon replied dismissively once more as he was threatened with the death penalty. Again. To be honest he was used to it by now, even if it didn't change the impact that it had on his wallet. In the end he knew that there was no stopping Haruhi, and he could only do his best to deter her more crazy antics. Certainly he was the only one who actually had the force of will to try Miku made the effort, but she was so soft spoken it might as well be useless But he was only a single normal man, and the limitations that that imposed. So, he could only wait for it to happen, occasionally glancing out the window much like Haruhi did as the teacher arrived and class began. Though to be fair, his own musings were about wishing that he was outside or anywhere but here right now. It was most likely incredibly different from whatever the girl sitting behind him might be imagining, which he was grateful for in some ways. So long as it didn't bother him. There was just one slight problem though. Specifically, the SOS Brigade activity, doing homework, and the time he had awoken, all combined with the talking of the teacher to make him very drowsy. So it wasn't his fault as his eyelids dropped, his head dropped, and he decided to take a small nap, at least until Haruhi woke him up for being a lazy slacker. He deserved that much, right? With that in mind, he let his mind drift away, to whatever end might come from it.
Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Hey, a distant voice called out to him, echoing out into the void of nothingness which surrounded Kyon's unconscious state. Apparently even a momentary reprieve from the trials of life was simply too much to ask, as the universe, or rather the person who so rudely demanded his attention, would have it. tap tap Someone nudged Kyon on the shoulder, presumably the person to whom the voice from earlier belonged. Hey, you big idiot, the voice, undoubtably Haruhi's by this point continued to berate him, You have some nerve... How long are you going to make her wait? What exactly Haruhi could possibly mean by this remained a mystery in and of itself, one that most likely would have been best left unsolved had it not been for the circumstances he found himself in at this point. You're going to make Mikuru cry! Haruhi's voice shouted into Kyon's ear as a firm tug on his shoulder nearly pulled him out of his seat, to which a soft, gentle voice raised a timid protest. N-no, its alright Ms. Suzumiya, I'm alright waiting... I mean, I knew what I was getting into from the start, Asahina's delicate tone resounded like the words of an angel whispered to a forgotten and despondent soul. Haruhi herself stood with her hands placed firmly upon her hips, a clear expression of irritation painted upon her features. She relinquished her grasp on Kyon's shoulder, a sigh of disappointment escaping her as she did so, I have no idea why you put up with him so well, Mikuru... I mean, if he were my responsibility, I'd- No, no, Mikuru shook her head, protesting any further intervention, I'll handle things from here, alright? Fine... Haruhi shrugged, and shockingly stepped away from the pair, albeit reluctantly, and stepped through the classroom door. A quick glance at the clock would reveal that Kyon had somehow managed to sleep through every single morning class. Hardly a short nap, but doubtless necessary considering the amount of strain he had to deal with on a daily basis. Are you alright, Kyon? Ms. Asahina bent forward, that timeless smile of hers beaming down at him.
Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Mmm. In the face of efforts to wake him up, Kyon hunkered in. It seemed that his wish for even a few minutes had been denied by Haruhi, though really he should have expected it. But he would not give in so easily if he could help it! If she wanted him awake, she would have to work for it. The tap to his shoulder was more annoying and earned a grunt, but that, combined with the berating voice, stirred him to wakefulness. Better to give in now than to risk what else might happen. But who was she talking about? Kyon couldn't think of anyone he was keeping waiting, unless his sister had snuck here again. Of course, the rough manhandling he received was much less welcome, as she nearly yanked him out of his chair by the shoulder, with seemingly near superhuman strength. 'Hey, watch it, he complained, after a few moments of flailing about to make sure that he didn't fall out of his seat, and recovering from the shout to his ear. As the two conversed, he finally took stock of the situation at hand. First, the time, and he had to resist the urge to slam his forehead against the desk. Seriously, how had he slept through every single morning class? Was this some devious plot by Haruhi to get back at him for his lack of enthusiasm for her schemes? Was the death penalty not enough for her? And how had the teacher not noticed, much less escaping any efforts by Taniguchi to wake him up in the interim? It was near unbelievable. Then the other, major, thing. Specifically, the heavenly voice of Mikuru Asahina, gracing his brain and his life once more with sweet words that served as a pleasant contrast to the constant anger of Haruhi Suzumiya. It was the sort of thing that one would never want to end. Of course, he also had to keep himself from staring at her...assets, instead focusing on that bright smile that sent joy and happiness swelling inside him without pause. It was a face that he always liked to see, in spite of what Haruhi would force her to do. Haruhi leaving was practically unnoticed as he nodded, packing up his stuff. Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit tired, that's all. He rose from his seat with his desk clear, ready to enjoy the break that he had before class was to begin again. Should we go then? He would admit to a bit of surprise finding himself in this situation, but that was quickly subdued. Either this was related to time travel business, and the things he still needed to do to finish correcting the timeline, or it was merely a friendly lunch. Certainly he couldn't complain to the latter, so, as by habit, he began to make his way to the SOS Brigade room once they had left the classroom. Man, he was hungry.
Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Oh, that's good, Mikuru nodded once, her hands gently folded behind her back as she, Yes, let's. Without further explanation, she followed after him to the clubroom, that universal meeting place where an esper, an alien, and a time traveler all shared the same space for an afternoon, oftentimes doing nothing meaningful at all for days on end. It had all come to pass because Haruhi wished for it, yet something felt a bit off about all this. This fact only became more clear as they drew close to the SOS Brigade room. Mikuru walked by Kyon's side along the way, dropping behind him a bit when they reached the old school building. just like many other parts of the day, few other students wandered the old school building's halls, especially during the lunch hour. Only particularly reclusive students would even consider eating in one of these club rooms on a regular basis, such as one Yuki Nagato. Upon reaching the clubroom's door, however, Mikuru slipped in front of Kyon and opened the door for him, stepping inside after he had passed through. What they met inside, however, felt strangely devoid of Haruhi-centric influence. There were no cosplay costumes hanging on a rack against the wall. The state-of-the-art computer Haruhi had deftly swindled from the computer club had also gone missing, along with the entire desk. Instead, there were only a few tables set up in the center of the room with chairs placed around them in an orderly fashion. While the bookshelf and books remained, they had become coated in a thin layer of dust, giving them a somewhat unkempt appearance. Most of all, however, Nagato was absent from the room. Even the chair that normally stood in the corner for the taciturn bibliophile's use had been repurposed as one of the nondescript chairs placed around the tables in the center of the room. Mikuru, however, did not react to any of these changes. Instead, she stepped over to the table and took a seat, placing a neatly wrapped boxed lunch in front of her. She looked up at Kyon and smiled, as if beckoning to him to join her. Apparently she found nothing at all strange concerning her surroundings, a fact that in itself was stranger than the room. After all, if there was no maid costume for her to dress in, how could she serve tea while wearing a maid costume?