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[morethansalad]

Chai Latte and Apple Oats (Vegan)

[neetily]

↳ EVENT 40. M!Kylar & Sebastian (HYBRIDS)

— ✧ warnings: Crossover, Hybrids, Threesome, Yandere, dubcon, blowjob, Creampie, Lactation, mikl drinking, Pet Play — ✧ word count: 2,147 — ✧ genre: smut (18+)

— ✧ A/N: reposting from my old account since i was asked to! formatting might be off, but it's still readable.

Soft muted moos bounce off the dimly lit walls of the secluded room you're being held in, defiled within, at the mercy of two deplorable friends and their self indulgent behaviours as you lay on your back as prompted to, soft belly side up for their greedy paws to grab and grope at incessantly. Like an impulse, an innate need to explore every inch of your erotic frame now that you're within grasp. An itch they can finally scratch.

Lost little moo, you went from one captive to another, except maybe this time it's worse? A turned slave to your meek new body, it's difficult to quantify the horror, isn't it? But surely, to have one captor line himself up to your pretty, trained pussy, and the other stalker hovering cock and balls above your quivering lips, this must at least be a little worse, right? In spite of how your transformed body begs for their rough treatment, this situation is bad for you, and the anxious moos you let out as their dirty nails scratch and poke at your soft skin unfortunately only rile them up some more. Gross, right?

"Yeah? Need some help baby?" Sebastian coos down at you, faux sweet in tone as he dips his thumb from your thigh to between your legs, eyes trained on your heaving tits—God, probably so full of yummy milk for him, yeah?—as he feels his way to your clit. Gasping in pleasurably surprise at just how soaked your little cunt already is for him, drooling fat beads of precum all over your pretty slit because he can't seem to help himself. Sheer indulgence in all you're offering him right now, whether willingly or not. He won't pass up on the opportunity to mishandle the object of his desires for anything, humming idly as he starts to rub harsh circles against your clit, eager to finger more of those cute sighs and moo's out of your pouty lips— you tempt him too much. Something that feels this good could never be wrong. "Should thank that old man, right?" He can't quite remember his name, he's never met him before. Only heard stories of your time away when he'd found you wandering back into town like a lost little lamb; if not for the obvious cow tail and ears you now sport, along with the cute fattening body to boot. "Made you so perfect for us, look at you—" He gasps again, emphasising his degradation with a flick of his thumb against your puffy clit, eliciting more of those sweet dulcet moans you're making for him right now. Enticing sounds, like you're fucking asking for it. Fuck, his cock twitches with depraved anticipation; a simple sound sure enough, but like heaven to his red hot ears. He hopes you make more of those sounds when he's fucking them out of you soon enough.

And Kylar, never one to hide his emotions, whines from above at Sebastian's dirty words. Cock trembling over your mouth to drip precum down your chin, balls hovered dangerously close to your face— he's struggling to hold himself back, as per usual. A needy little sound crawling up his throat, tone pathetic when he begs Sebastian; "C'mon, waited long enough, right?" Emphasising his desperation by planting both hands firmly on your cow tits, squeezing and groping to his hearts content for you to wiggle around at. The pitiful way in which you writhe, a mere play thing for your admirers, inadvertentdly causes you to rub that pretty pussy back and forth against Sebastian's leaking tip, swapping slick with pre against your twitchy hole; this body betrays you, doesn't it?

"Go on then." Sebastian smiles, tone tender in spite of his assaulting actions. He can't think of anything else to say when your slit is kissing his tip so well like that.

Whine all you want: it's not my fault! it's just my nature now, i didn't ask to be like this! It wouldn't make a difference. Not when Sebastian chews on his bottom lip, still swiping at your clit as he taps his cock against your slit once or twice more, a needy groan escaping him at how even that feels so fucking good. Means you were made to take him right now, right? Right? His vision blows hazy at the thought, surely adorning pitch black pupils from how wide his gaze gets upon catching his tip to your hole, letting out shaky half started breaths when he feels winded from the minor amount of stimulation your breedable body is already providing him, and Kylar certainly doesn't make things any easier for him.

Where Kylar is known to be impulsive— genuinely, disgustingly, obsessed with you, Sebastian is really no better himself. He just knows how to handle himself with a little more composure is all, a modicum of grace present in how he at least tries to take his time with you, but it's ultimately no use. The weight of Kylar upon your throat, pinching at your nipples for leverage to leave you whining all high pitched and fucking pretty for them before swiftly being silenced with the addition of Kylar's cock down your open throat— naturally, you're shoved down Sebastian's cock with an over eager thrust from his friend, body coaxed into movement from Kylar's repeated impatient thrusts following, bucking down your stuffed full throat with greedy humps.

Not that Sebastian can fault his friend, gritting his teeth in sheer sexual frustration as you're made to bounce on his cock, helping you fit it all inside with automatic rolling hips, thumb neglectfully off your clit in favour of spreading your legs wide, enough to give him the perverted viewing pleasure of ruining such a pretty little cow, the sight of your tail swishing under you causing his cock to throb and dribble some more precum against your insides as a testament for how fucking horny you've got them both, turned into a toy for their own selfish lewd acts as a twisted sort of romance. Feel how hard he is? How much his cock throbs for you, all veiny and thick, right? Tip knocking against your cervix with every hot thrust down your tight little throat Kylar offers you, rendering him a babbling mess of praise and debasement.

They deserve this, Sebastian thinks. For waiting so patiently for you to return to their arms, couldn't stay away forever, could you? Offering up your heavy with milk body to them so innocently it's almost unfair, the way you choke and sputter on Kylar's fat cock as he squeezes at your tits sharply, your body rewarding them not only with the way you cunt tightens around Sebastian's sopping wet length, but also in the form of spurting milk. Squeezed outta ya from how downright desperate Kylar is for you, how his nails dig into the very skin that's gifting them so, as if he just can't seem to help but to defile you with every heavy thrust down your sputtering throat— seemingly ready to return your affections at a moments notice from how uneven and sloppy his fucks are. A breathy laugh escaping him at the sight of your milk splattered tummy, experimentally pinching at your tits again, only to lean further over you to lap up all of the sweet milk you've just spilled for him.

And the sight is so fucking erotic, the wet sound of Kylar's balls slapping against your face, your gargled groans and moans as your throat gets violated so thoroughly, pitiful little attempts to push Kylar off of you for a breather; so fucking lewd, like you don't even have to try! Tummy sticky with your own milk, and soon to be Kylar's spit as you're forced to accept his tongue at your belly button, loudly slurping and lapping at your sugary liquid with heavy huffs of air. You're almost too good to be true, how well you take Sebastian's fat throbbing cock while enduring their assault, cunt stretched to fit him as he finally has full control over you; now that Kylar is too busy cleaning you up to really thrust down your throat. And yet still, the rasp present in Kylar's gulped down moans only encourage him to fuck you faster, to ruin your creamy little cunt with quick snap thrusts, bullying his way inside your hole over and over again without a care for your own wellbeing, gripping at the fat of your thighs like his life depended on it, to prove just how much he loves your pretty pussy with rough hands and raw fucks, shivering into the way your cunt twitches along his length. Pets like you don't need to worry about anything other than making him feel good, right? But your reactions give your true feelings away. Sure, you might fight back, push and kick at them as they pleasure your pretty new body, Sebastian digging under your ass to yank and tug on your swaying tail, only to gasp with lust at how loudly you swallow around Kylar's surely close cock, but your puffy cunt is so fucking wet for him too. Sucking his cock off just so well, watching your body bounce with half lidded eyes as Kylar pushes up off your tummy with a milk stained chin— instinct simply begs for a taste.

So Sebastian gives in. It's what he's best at, really. Leaning forward over his pretty pets body to clean his friend off in return, sucking and licking off all of your tit cream while pumping balls deep into your squishy cunt. So soft and warm, do you know what he's doing right now? Bet you can fucking hear it from how messy he is with it, little hole just gushing around him as his hips stutter against your sweet spot, drooling over your taste as Kylar whines all pretty from how tight your throat gets. "S-Sweet, right?" Kylar mutters under his breath, too caught up in how well you take it, swallowing around his cock so eagerly, aren't you?

Sebastian knows. He's fucked your throat enough times in private to understand intimately just how good it feels to be buried deep between your lips, offering you one more greedy tug of your tail and another fast fuck inside of your creamy cunt before he's falling further into you. He doesn't have the faintest idea to perhaps warn you of his oncoming orgasm, focused solely on himself and not some pets pleasure. Almost bashing heads with Kylar as he fills you up, fat load milked from his sensitive tip to breed the whining exposed cow. Your name falling from his lips as Kylar soon follows suit, pulling out a bit too slow to leave you smothered in seed, choking on the salty taste as he jerks off above your fat tits, leaving your tummy once again messy for clean up.

And your cunt doesn't look any better, stroking himself inside of you idly when he's done emptying his balls, Sebastian finally feels like he can breathe again. Coming down from such an insidious high, who could ever blame them for their display tonight? Your inherently lewd body, just begging to be stuffed, to be bred like the bitch in heat they view you as. Which, ideally, would be an every day occurrence now that you're back home, back where you belong. You should be thankful that they not only saved you, but are also tending to your beastly needs.

Quietly, he hears you mewl. So softly, barely audible over the loud whines from Kylar as he continues to rub himself against your tits, poking his tip at your nipples while Sebastian warms his cock inside of you. He hums to himself absently while watching his friend, feeling his cock twitch to life inside of you.

"Wanna go again?" He tilts his head curiously, aware that you can't actually see his reaction, but the breathy tone of his voice is hopeful to coax you into a round two regardless. It's easier when you want it too.

But ultimately, it doesn't matter what your response is. Kylar still crawls over you, pushing Sebastian out the way before worming his body to between your legs with the intention of taking what rightfully belongs to him. Eager to train his new pet, no doubt.

"C'mon, it's my turn, right? Just wanna make you feel all better, bet it hurts to be so full, yeah? Just—" Ignoring your exhausted moo's, once again, a cock is lined up to your cum stained cunt. "Ah, just making up for lost time, okay? That's all. Promise it won't be long."

Though, if Sebastian knows Kylar even a little, he'd guess that that's a thinly veiled lie. More likely, you'll be stuck between them all night long.

He might as well continue enjoying himself too then, right?

[ithebookhoarder]

Hi! Can I ask for something fluffy and Christmassy for Micheal (from PB)??? I just finished Season 5 and could use some Micheal loving :(

Of course you can hon! Thanks for requesting this. I love Michael too, so don’t worry. Let’s hope things improve in season 6... Anyway, here ya are. Apologies it’s a little short, but I’m picturing this like season 3 Michael, when he was still a bit fluffy:

Michael-mas

Masterlist:

Description: Michael is determined to catch you out in an office tradition, despite your best efforts. After all, who even liked mistletoe?

Word Count: 467

Warnings: Swearing. 

Pairing: Michael Gray x Reader (Y/N)

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You stared at the arm blocking the doorway you were trying to walk through. You then turned your eyes to the man it belonged to, grinning as he watched you huff. 

“Micheal,” you warned, eyeing your fiancé with suspicion. 

“Yes?”

“Excuse me, can I get past?” 

“Why?”

You gestured to the stack of files in your hands as if the answer should have been obvious. You were both at work in the office after all, and the place was positively packed with the run up to Christmas. Everyone in Birmingham seemed determined to win big on the last races of the season, earning themselves an early Christmas present. 

“I need to get these to Tommy to sign,” you sighed, making one more attempt to get past. However, Micheal was quick to bar the way, sliding his body in the doorway with a laugh. If you didn’t love him so much, and that cheeky grin of his, you’d have kicked him in the shins.  

“Well, not until you pay the toll to get through.”

“Toll? What the fuck?”

He chuckled, gesturing above him and to the parasitic plant dangling above the pair of you. Ah… shit. Mistletoe.

There was tonnes of the stuff about the place, thanks to John and his attempts to make the office a little more festive. He and Arthur had been having a bet about who could trap the most people underneath before Christmas next week. 

So far, you’d been pretty successful at avoiding it or shooting them both dangerous looks if they’d dared to try and catch you out. Yet, Micheal didn’t seem to be getting the hint. If anything, you suspected he’d been waiting there for some time to catch you on your way towards Tommy’s office. He was so predictable. 

“Mistletoe? What are you? Five?”

“No,” he purred, arms wrapping around your waist. His lips were dangerously close to yours and it took everything you had not to melt into the embrace. Oh, you were so getting him back later. “But it is Michaelmas and you have to do whatever I tell you.”

“Mikle-mas,” you corrected, sounding the word out properly. You regretted ever telling him that small fact. “And I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“It is now.”

“So, if I kiss you, will you let me get back to work?”

“Yes.”

“You child,” you laughed, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. Neither one of you seemed to care that you were still at work as you deepened said kiss, moaning softly as you linked your arms behind his neck. The cheers and laughter that filled the air melted away as the world dissolved, revolving around only the two of you. 

You couldn’t wait to marry this man. 

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Happy Michaelmas, Micheal.” 

[koliasa]

Why more dead people are being turned into plants

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ARKANSAS | Biologists work against the clock, weather to prepare public dove fields

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ARKANSAS | Biologists work against the clock, weather to prepare public dove fields

LITTLE ROCK, ARKANSAS – With drying conditions after a mostly rainy August, Arkansas Game and Fish Commission wildlife management area personnel have been able to prepare more fields for public dove hunting beginning Sept. 1.

Kevin Ledford at Steve N. Wilson Raft Creek Bottoms WMA says the wet grounds kept him from getting heavy equipment out until late this week to complete 60 acres of topsown wheat.

“We have several doves in the area.  We just got our wheat out so the doves haven’t been hammering the plots yet,” Ledford said.

Kevin Lynch, AGFC biologist supervisor in Fort Smith, said that the letup in rain the past week has allowed AGFC personnel to get several fields ready in the west-central portion of the state. “Everything in my region has been or will be completed by dove season except one field on Fort Chaffee,” Lynch said.  “They include Nimrod, Frog Bayou, J. P. Mikles SUA, Ozark Lake, Dardanelle and Petit Jean.”

Wedington WMA at Lake Wedington in northwest Arkansas will have about 18-20 acres split among two areas, both planted with sunflowers.  The first area is two separate fields on the southwestern portion of the WMA,  on the south side of state Highway 16, measuring 10 and 4 acres.  “We planted sunflowers in the spring on those fields, but as soon as we did, it got hot and dry and we didn’t get any rain on them,” WMA manager Richard Bowen said.  “Those fields were brush-hogged down over the weekend, they were disked and then this week we’re topsowing winter wheat on them.”  The other hunting area is south of Lake Wedington with access from Krie Road.  Sunflowers were planted along a roadway through this field, and it has been prepared the same as the two other fields, Bowen said.  “I expect a decent turnout here this weekend,” Bowen added.  “I was out there (Tuesday morning) with the contractor and saw a lot of doves flying around.  These fields are on the western end of the WMA with private land next to us where it looks like they are harvesting milo or something that doves would like to eat.  This area always seems to be a good area for doves. And this is the first time we’ve topsown with wheat since I’ve been here, so I expect a pretty good weekend.”

All the newly prepared fields bring to 21 the number of WMAs that will offer public dove hunting when the season opens 30 minutes before sunrise Saturday, Sept. 1.  The first season runs through Oct. 28 (shooting time ends each day at sunset), and the second season runs Dec. 8-Jan. 15.

Visit www.agfc.com/en/hunting/migratory-birds/dove/ for a complete list of fields and maps as well as more information on public dove hunting.  Hunters are advised to call the numbers listed with each area for updated conditions.

SOURCE; Originally published August 29, 2018 by AGFC.COM

[the-record-obituaries]

Jan. 18, 2017: Obituaries

Mr. Richard “Denham” Cramer, 55

Mr. Richard “Denham” Cramer, 55, of North Wilkesboro passed away Saturday, January 14, 2017 at Wilkes Regional Medical Center.

Denham was born on Saturday, September 23, 1961 in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma to Patrick O’Donnell Cramer and Flora May Wright Cramer.

He is preceded in death by his parents.

Denham is survived by his fiancée, Jeanette Minton of the home; daughter, Natalie Cramer of Colorado; sisters, Katherine Green of Oklahoma City, Jacklyn Carlucci of California; brothers, Patrick O. Cramer II of Oklahoma City, Mark Cramer of Hickory, Stephen Cramer of Wilkesboro and several nieces and nephews.

Memorial service for Denham will be private.

In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be given to: American Cancer Society, P.O. Box 22478, Oklahoma  City, OK 73123 or American Liver Foundation, 39 Broadway, Suite 2700, New York, NY 10006.

A special thank you to Dr Jerry Pinkerton and the staff in the ICU at Wilkes Regional Medical Center for there compassionate care through Denham’s illness.

Condolences may be sent to:  www.adamsfunerals.com

Adams Funeral Home of Wilkes is honored to be serving the Cramer Family.  

    Mrs. Elizabeth “Juanita” Hayes Wyatt

Mrs. Elizabeth “Juanita” Hayes Wyatt, age 82 of Moravian Falls passed away Wednesday, January 11, 2017 at Wake Forest Baptist Medical Center.

Funeral services will be held 2:00 PM Sunday at Moravian Falls Baptist Church with Rev. Joe Sturgill and Rev. Chris Goforth officiating.  Burial will be in Mountlawn Memorial Park.  The family will receive from 1:00 until 2:00 PM prior to the service at the church.

Mrs. Wyatt was born April 4, 1934 in Wilkes County to Grover Cleveland and Mattie Matilda Johnson Hayes. She was a member of Moravian Falls Baptist Church and had worked for Tyson and Children’s World Day Care.                      

In addition to her parents she was preceded in death by four sisters; Ruby Lee Smith, Lexie Walsh, Helen Eller, Irene Crawford and three brothers; J. Parks Hayes, Henry Clay Hayes and Earl Hayes.

She is survived by two sons; Edward Clinton Wyatt and wife Gerri, Allen York Wyatt all of Moravian Falls,  five grandchildren, seven great grandchildren, three great great grandchildren, one sister; Ina Earp of Wilkesboro and one brother; Franklin P. Hayes of Ferguson.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Moravian Falls Baptist Church, Moravian Falls Road, Moravian Falls, NC 28654.

Online condolences may be made at www.reinssturdivant.com

  Mr. Marvin Lincoln Billings

Mr. Marvin Lincoln Billings, age 90, husband of Naomi Cheek Billings of Roaring River passed away Wednesday, January 11, 2017 at Willowbrook Rehabilitation and Nursing Care in Yadkinville.

Funeral services will be held 3:00 PM Sunday, January 15, 2017 at Arbor Grove Baptist Church with Rev. Kenneth Anderson and Rev. Elliott Smith officiating.  Burial will be in the church cemetery.  The family will receive friends from 1:30 until 2:45 PM prior to the service at the church.

Mr. Billings was born September 10, 1926 in Wilkes County to Billy “Little Bill’ and Ollie Bauguess Billings.  He was a member of Arbor Grove Baptist Church and Honorary Deacon.

In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by a daughter; Shelby Gentry Miller, grandson; Darius Billings, three sisters; Martha Lowe, Mary Blevins, Pansy Bauguess and three brothers; Ezra, Sherman and Ted Billings.

He is survived by his wife; Naomi Cheek Billings, one daughter; Tina Sprinkle and husband Mack of North Wilkesboro, two sons; Mayford L. Billings and wife Patsy of Roaring River, Ronnie E. Billings and wife Kathy of Millers Creek, 6 grandchildren; Derek Billings, Justin Billings, James Gentry, Jason Gentry, Michele Russell, Chad Sprinkle, twelve great grandchildren; Sonya Lovette, Kayla Billings, Jacob Billings, Madison Billings, Kacey Gentry, CJ Gentry, Jessica Gentry, Tamara Morrison, Alisha Poplin, Connor Sprinkle, Halah Sprinkle, and Mathan Sprinkle, and 7 great great grandchildren, one brother; Fred Billings and wife Betty of Elkin.

Pallbearers will be: Derek Billings, James Gentry, Justin Billings, Jason Gentry, Chad Sprinkle, Connor Sprinkle, Lewis Russell, Jacob Billings.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Arbor Grove Baptist Church Cemetery Fund, PO Box 196, North Wilkesboro, NC 28659.

Online condolences may be made at www.reinssturdivant.com

  Mr. James “Jim” Alfred Boles, Jr., age 65

Mr. James “Jim” Alfred Boles, Jr., age 65 of Roaring River, went home to be with the Lord, January 11, 2017 at Woltz Hospice Home in Dobson.

Funeral services will be held 3:00 PM Sunday, January 15th, 2017 at Oak Grove Baptist Church, Hwy 268 East, with Rev. Joel Blevins officiating. The Body will lie in state from 2:30 until 3:00 prior to the service. Burial will be in the church cemetery. The family will receive friends from 6:00 until 8:00 Saturday evening at Reins Sturdivant Funeral Home.

Mr. Boles was born March 14th, 1951 in Wilkes County to James Alfred Boles, Sr. and Agnes Inez McNeil Boles. He was a former Plant Manager and worked in Human Resources at PSC Components of Mt. Airy. Mr. Boles was a dedicated member of Oak Grove Baptist Church and served as a deacon for 25 years in two churches; Roaring River Baptist Church and Oak Grove Baptist Church.  Jim was also a Gideon of the Wilkes North Camp.  He was a retired Fire Chief of the Roaring River Volunteer Fire Department where he served 25 years. He was also an EMT and served as the President of the Wilkes County Fireman’s Association for 4 years.

He was preceded in death by his parents.

Mr. Boles is survived by his wife; Deborah Elaine Raines Boles of the home, a son; Jimmy Boles and wife Sheri of Roaring River, a daughter; Elaine Boles Key and husband Mikle of Pleasant Hill Community, five grandchildren; Haleigh Boles, Jenna Boles, Brady Key,  Keshia Key and Paige Key, one great grandchild; Cooper Trivette, a sister; Lela Cross and husband Tim of Wilkesboro and a niece; Kathryn Cross.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Mountain Valley Hospice 401 Technology Lane, Suite 200, Mount Airy, NC 27030 or Gideon’s North Camp PO Box 1791 North Wilkesboro, NC 28659.

A Special Thank you to his Caregivers at Chatham Nursing and Rehab and Mt. Valley Hospice.

Online condolences may be made at www.reinssturdivant.com

  Mrs. Ida Lee Ballenger Miller

Mrs. Ida Lee Ballenger Miller, age 86 Wilkesboro, passed away Wednesday, January 11, 2017, at Caldwell Hospice and Palliative Care in Lenoir.

Funeral services will be held 1:00 Friday, January 13, 2017 at Bible Way Baptist Church with Rev. Paul Siceloff officiating. Burial will be in the church cemetery. The family will receive friends from 12:00 until 1:00 prior to the service at the church.

Mrs. Miller was born July 6, 1930 in Johnston County to William and Annie Stallings Moore. She was retired from Burlington Mills. Mrs. Miller was a member of Bible Way Baptist Church.

In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her first husband; Donald Wharton Ballenger, a sister; Christine Jones and a brother; Edward “Red” Moore.

She is survived by her husband; Barrie Mayford Miller, a daughter; Ann Peterson and husband Mark of Williamsburg, VA, a son; Donald Lee Ballenger and Debbie of Garner, two step-daughters; Crystal Johnson and husband Tony of Wilkesboro, Melissa Larsen and husband Tom of Purlear, ten grandchildren and seven great grandchildren.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Caldwell Hospice and Palliative Care 902 Kirkwood Street NW, Lenoir, NC 28645.

Online condolences may be made at www.reinststurdivant.com

  Brian Keith Anderson, age 41

Brian Keith Anderson, age 41, of North Wilkesboro, died Tuesday, January 10, 2017 at Forsyth Medical Center. He was born November 29, 1975 in Wilkes County to Roy Lee Anderson, Sr. and Margie Geneva Anderson. Mr. Anderson was preceded in death by his father; and sister, Kathy Jeanette Mecimore.

Surviving are his mother, Margie Anderson of North Wilkesboro; brothers, Ricky Lee Anderson and Roy Lee Anderson, Jr. both of North Wilkesboro, Scott Anderson and wife Cindy of Traphill; sisters, Tammie Eller and husband Wayne of Wilkesboro, Teresa Anderson of North Wilkesboro.

Memorial service will be held 7:00 p.m. Monday, January 16, 2017 at Miller Funeral Chapel with Pastor Philip Moore officiating. Flowers will be accepted. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements. Online condolences may be made to www.millerfuneralservice.com

    Mr. Neil Wakefield Souther

Mr. Neil Wakefield Souther, age 81, husband of Edna Souther of North Wilkesboro passed away Monday, January 9, 2017 at Kate B. Reynolds Hospice Home in Winston-Salem, NC.  

Funeral services for Mr. Souther will be held 11:00 AM Friday, January 13, 2017 at Mount Pisgah Baptist Church, Hwy. 115 North Wilkesboro, with Rev. Don Myers and Rev. Tony Bunton officiating.  Burial will be in the church cemetery with full Masonic Rights.  The family will receive friends from 9:30 until 10:45 prior to the service at the church.

Mr. Souther was born November 14, 1935 in Wilkes County to Kermit and Lucille Hayes Souther.  He was a lifelong member of Mount Pisgah Baptist Church, serving as a deacon, and other offices.  He served in the National Guard and was a 59 year member and past Master of the Grassy Knob Masonic Lodge #471 in Union Grove, NC.                                

In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by his sister; Maxine Souther Felts and one brother-in-law; Frank Bentley.

He is survived by his wife; Edna R. Souther of the home, two daughters; Audrey S. Greene and Beverly S. Hersey and husband Michael; three grandchildren; Adam Hersey, Alex Greene and Anne Greene; two great grandchildren; Landon Neil Hersey and Emma Kate Hersey, one sister; Bertha S. Bentley, brother-in-law; Donald Felts and nephews; Ben Bentley and Keith Felts.

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Mount Pisgah Baptist Church Bus Fund, c/o Rose Speece, PO Box 40, Union Grove, NC 28689 or to Kate B. Reynolds Hospice House, 101  Hospice Lane, Winston-Salem, NC 27103.

Online condolences may be made at www.reinssturdivant.com

     Michael Wayne Whittington, age 51

Michael Wayne Whittington, age 51, of Purlear, died Sunday, January 8, 2017 at Wake Forest Baptist Medical Center.

He was born February 25, 1965 in Wilkes County to Richard Gwyn and Gladys Parsons Whittington. He was a 1983 graduate of West Wilkes High School and attended Stony Hill Baptist Church. He worked for GG Parsons as an Engine Builder. In March 1989, he co-founded WBT Services, Inc. Trucking Company, operating in 48 states. In 1993 WBT Services was named small business of the year by Wilkes Chamber of Commerce. Michael always had a desire to work outside. He bought a backhoe and dump truck and started Big Ivy Transport, in which he operated until his death. He enjoyed riding Harley Davidson motorcycles, hunting, fishing and spending time with his family. Mr. Whittington was preceded in death by his parents.

Surviving are his wife, Robin Dancy Whittington; daughters, Amanda Miller Wilmoth and husband Chad of Millers Creek, Brittney Chambers of Rock Creek; brothers, Larry Whittington and wife Fran, Dennis Whittington and wife Sharon all of Purlear; grandchildren, Hannah Miller and Bradyn Bare.

 Funeral service will be held 2:00 p.m. Saturday, January 14, 2017 at Stony Hill Baptist Church with Rev. Jay Johnson and Rev. Chad Hendren officiating. Burial will follow in the church cemetery. The family will receive friends at Stony Hill Baptist Church from 12:30 until 2:00 on Saturday, prior to the service. Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Stony Hill Baptist Church Cemetery Fund, PO Box 97, Purlear, NC 28665. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements. Online condolences may be made to www.millerfuneralservice.com

    Mr. Wavely Martin Hunt, age 83

Mr. Wavely Martin Hunt, age 83 of Roaring River, husband of Bobbie Hunt, passed away Sunday, January 8th, 2017 at Forsyth Medical Center.

Funeral services will be held 1:00 PM Friday, January 13th, 2017 at Poplar Springs Baptist Church with Rev. James Joyce, Rev. Keith Knox and Rev. Dr. Harold Hudson officiating. Burial will be in the church cemetery. The family will receive friends from 6:00 until 8:00 Thursday evening at Reins Sturdivant Funeral Home.

In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by a sister; Billie Hunt Martin and four brothers; Ralph William Hunt, Jr., Chester Hunt, Bobby Hunt and Freddie Hunt.

Mr. Hunt was born May 18th, 1933 in McDowell WV to Ralph William and Connie Martin Hunt. He was retired from Chatham Manufacturing where he worked for 47 years. He served on the Board of Blue Ridge Water Association, the School Board of East Wilkes High School, Social Service Board and the Roaring River Fire Department Board. Mr. Hunt was a member of Poplar Springs Baptist Church.

In addition to his wife of 63 years, Bobbie Jean Brown Hunt, he is survived by three sons; Ron Hunt and wife Susie of North Wilkesboro, Don Hunt and wife Janet of Christiansburg, VA and Bill Hunt and wife Shay of Columbus, OH, six grandchildren and one sister; Dorothy Hunt Mitchell of Roaring River.

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to the National Kidney Foundation, 5950 Fairview Suite 708, Charlotte, NC 28210.

Online condolences may be made at www.reisnsturdivant.com

  Mrs. Judy Spears

Mrs. Judy Spears, age 60, wife of Bennie Spears of Roaring River passed away Saturday, January 7, 2017 at her home.

Funeral services will be held 1:00 PM Thursday, January 12, 2017 at Reins-Sturdivant Chapel with Rev. Richard Blevins officiating. Burial will be in the Cranberry Baptist Church Cemetery.  The family will receive friends from 6:00 until 8:00 PM Wednesday evening at Reins-Sturdivant Funeral Home.

Mrs. Spears was born, May 16, 1956 in Wilkes County to John Junior and Mary Annalee Royal Nelson.  

In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by one sister; LouAnn Nelson.

She is survived by her husband; Bennie Spears of the home, one daughter; Barbara Ann McCoy and husband Denny of McGrady, one son; Billy Ray Garris and wife Patricia of Hays, two grandchildren, seven great grandchildren, one sister; Wilma Shoupe and husband, Tony of Wilkesboro, four brothers; Harvey Nelson and wife Robin of Wilkesboro, Marvin Odell Nelson and wife, Marla of Wilkesboro, Jimmy Nelson and wife Holly of McGrady and Oliver Nelson of Roaring River.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to the American Cancer Society-Relay for Life, c/o Annette Battle, PO  Box 9, North Wilkesboro, NC 28659.

Online condolences may be made at www.reisnsturdivant.com

   Mrs. Jacqueline Teresa Osborne Brooks, age 57

Mrs. Jacqueline Teresa Osborne Brooks, age 57 of North Wilkesboro, passed away Friday, January 5, 2017 at Iredell Memorial Hospital.

 Funeral services will be held 2:00 PM, Saturday, January 14th, 2017 at Reins Sturdivant Chapel with Rev. Derick Kilby officiating. The family will receive friends from 12:30 until 1:30  prior to the service at Reins Sturdivant Funeral Home.

Mrs. Brooks was born June 18th, 1959 in Wilkes County to Hobert and Phyllis Wyatt Osborne. She had previously worked as a Cashier.

Mrs. Brooks is survived by her husband Glenn Brooks, a daughter; Crystal Tedder of Millers Creek, a son; Brandon Osborne of North Wilkesboro, step children; Ane Renee Brooks of Millers Creek and Glen Douglas Brooks, Jr of North Wilkesboro, a sister; Angie Hall of McGrady, a brother; Shane Osborne of McGrady and eleven grandchildren.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to the American Red Cross of Western North Carolina, 2425 Park Road, Charlotte, NC 28203.

Online condolences may be made at www.reisnsturdivant.com

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↳ EVENT 40. M!Kylar & Sebastian (HYBRIDS)

— ✧ warnings: Crossover, Hybrids, Threesome, Yandere, dubcon, blowjob, Creampie, Lactation, mikl drinking, Pet Play — ✧ word count: 2,147

— ✧ A/N: reposting from my old account since i was asked to! formatting might be off, but it's still readable.

Soft muted moos bounce off the dimly lit walls of the secluded room you're being held in, defiled within, at the mercy of two deplorable friends and their self indulgent behaviours as you lay on your back as prompted to, soft belly side up for their greedy paws to grab and grope at incessantly. Like an impulse, an innate need to explore every inch of your erotic frame now that you're within grasp. An itch they can finally scratch.

Lost little moo, you went from one captive to another, except maybe this time it's worse? A turned slave to your meek new body, it's difficult to quantify the horror, isn't it? But surely, to have one captor line himself up to your pretty, trained pussy, and the other stalker hovering cock and balls above your quivering lips, this must at least be a little worse, right? In spite of how your transformed body begs for their rough treatment, this situation is bad for you, and the anxious moos you let out as their dirty nails scratch and poke at your soft skin unfortunately only rile them up some more. Gross, right?

"Yeah? Need some help baby?" Sebastian coos down at you, faux sweet in tone as he dips his thumb from your thigh to between your legs, eyes trained on your heaving tits—God, probably so full of yummy milk for him, yeah?—as he feels his way to your clit. Gasping in pleasurably surprise at just how soaked your little cunt already is for him, drooling fat beads of precum all over your pretty slit because he can't seem to help himself. Sheer indulgence in all you're offering him right now, whether willingly or not. He won't pass up on the opportunity to mishandle the object of his desires for anything, humming idly as he starts to rub harsh circles against your clit, eager to finger more of those cute sighs and moo's out of your pouty lips— you tempt him too much. Something that feels this good could never be wrong. "Should thank that old man, right?" He can't quite remember his name, he's never met him before. Only heard stories of your time away when he'd found you wandering back into town like a lost little lamb; if not for the obvious cow tail and ears you now sport, along with the cute fattening body to boot. "Made you so perfect for us, look at you—" He gasps again, emphasising his degradation with a flick of his thumb against your puffy clit, eliciting more of those sweet dulcet moans you're making for him right now. Enticing sounds, like you're fucking asking for it. Fuck, his cock twitches with depraved anticipation; a simple sound sure enough, but like heaven to his red hot ears. He hopes you make more of those sounds when he's fucking them out of you soon enough.

And Kylar, never one to hide his emotions, whines from above at Sebastian's dirty words. Cock trembling over your mouth to drip precum down your chin, balls hovered dangerously close to your face— he's struggling to hold himself back, as per usual. A needy little sound crawling up his throat, tone pathetic when he begs Sebastian; "C'mon, waited long enough, right?" Emphasising his desperation by planting both hands firmly on your cow tits, squeezing and groping to his hearts content for you to wiggle around at. The pitiful way in which you writhe, a mere play thing for your admirers, inadvertentdly causes you to rub that pretty pussy back and forth against Sebastian's leaking tip, swapping slick with pre against your twitchy hole; this body betrays you, doesn't it?

"Go on then." Sebastian smiles, tone tender in spite of his assaulting actions. He can't think of anything else to say when your slit is kissing his tip so well like that.

Whine all you want: it's not my fault! it's just my nature now, i didn't ask to be like this! It wouldn't make a difference. Not when Sebastian chews on his bottom lip, still swiping at your clit as he taps his cock against your slit once or twice more, a needy groan escaping him at how even that feels so fucking good. Means you were made to take him right now, right? Right? His vision blows hazy at the thought, surely adorning pitch black pupils from how wide his gaze gets upon catching his tip to your hole, letting out shaky half started breaths when he feels winded from the minor amount of stimulation your breedable body is already providing him, and Kylar certainly doesn't make things any easier for him.

Where Kylar is known to be impulsive— genuinely, disgustingly, obsessed with you, Sebastian is really no better himself. He just knows how to handle himself with a little more composure is all, a modicum of grace present in how he at least tries to take his time with you, but it's ultimately no use. The weight of Kylar upon your throat, pinching at your nipples for leverage to leave you whining all high pitched and fucking pretty for them before swiftly being silenced with the addition of Kylar's cock down your open throat— naturally, you're shoved down Sebastian's cock with an over eager thrust from his friend, body coaxed into movement from Kylar's repeated impatient thrusts following, bucking down your stuffed full throat with greedy humps.

Not that Sebastian can fault his friend, gritting his teeth in sheer sexual frustration as you're made to bounce on his cock, helping you fit it all inside with automatic rolling hips, thumb neglectfully off your clit in favour of spreading your legs wide, enough to give him the perverted viewing pleasure of ruining such a pretty little cow, the sight of your tail swishing under you causing his cock to throb and dribble some more precum against your insides as a testament for how fucking horny you've got them both, turned into a toy for their own selfish lewd acts as a twisted sort of romance. Feel how hard he is? How much his cock throbs for you, all veiny and thick, right? Tip knocking against your cervix with every hot thrust down your tight little throat Kylar offers you, rendering him a babbling mess of praise and debasement.

They deserve this, Sebastian thinks. For waiting so patiently for you to return to their arms, couldn't stay away forever, could you? Offering up your heavy with milk body to them so innocently it's almost unfair, the way you choke and sputter on Kylar's fat cock as he squeezes at your tits sharply, your body rewarding them not only with the way you cunt tightens around Sebastian's sopping wet length, but also in the form of spurting milk. Squeezed outta ya from how downright desperate Kylar is for you, how his nails dig into the very skin that's gifting them so, as if he just can't seem to help but to defile you with every heavy thrust down your sputtering throat— seemingly ready to return your affections at a moments notice from how uneven and sloppy his fucks are. A breathy laugh escaping him at the sight of your milk splattered tummy, experimentally pinching at your tits again, only to lean further over you to lap up all of the sweet milk you've just spilled for him.

And the sight is so fucking erotic, the wet sound of Kylar's balls slapping against your face, your gargled groans and moans as your throat gets violated so thoroughly, pitiful little attempts to push Kylar off of you for a breather; so fucking lewd, like you don't even have to try! Tummy sticky with your own milk, and soon to be Kylar's spit as you're forced to accept his tongue at your belly button, loudly slurping and lapping at your sugary liquid with heavy huffs of air. You're almost too good to be true, how well you take Sebastian's fat throbbing cock while enduring their assault, cunt stretched to fit him as he finally has full control over you; now that Kylar is too busy cleaning you up to really thrust down your throat. And yet still, the rasp present in Kylar's gulped down moans only encourage him to fuck you faster, to ruin your creamy little cunt with quick snap thrusts, bullying his way inside your hole over and over again without a care for your own wellbeing, gripping at the fat of your thighs like his life depended on it, to prove just how much he loves your pretty pussy with rough hands and raw fucks, shivering into the way your cunt twitches along his length. Pets like you don't need to worry about anything other than making him feel good, right? But your reactions give your true feelings away. Sure, you might fight back, push and kick at them as they pleasure your pretty new body, Sebastian digging under your ass to yank and tug on your swaying tail, only to gasp with lust at how loudly you swallow around Kylar's surely close cock, but your puffy cunt is so fucking wet for him too. Sucking his cock off just so well, watching your body bounce with half lidded eyes as Kylar pushes up off your tummy with a milk stained chin— instinct simply begs for a taste.

So Sebastian gives in. It's what he's best at, really. Leaning forward over his pretty pets body to clean his friend off in return, sucking and licking off all of your tit cream while pumping balls deep into your squishy cunt. So soft and warm, do you know what he's doing right now? Bet you can fucking hear it from how messy he is with it, little hole just gushing around him as his hips stutter against your sweet spot, drooling over your taste as Kylar whines all pretty from how tight your throat gets. "S-Sweet, right?" Kylar mutters under his breath, too caught up in how well you take it, swallowing around his cock so eagerly, aren't you?

Sebastian knows. He's fucked your throat enough times in private to understand intimately just how good it feels to be buried deep between your lips, offering you one more greedy tug of your tail and another fast fuck inside of your creamy cunt before he's falling further into you. He doesn't have the faintest idea to perhaps warn you of his oncoming orgasm, focused solely on himself and not some pets pleasure. Almost bashing heads with Kylar as he fills you up, fat load milked from his sensitive tip to breed the whining exposed cow. Your name falling from his lips as Kylar soon follows suit, pulling out a bit too slow to leave you smothered in seed, choking on the salty taste as he jerks off above your fat tits, leaving your tummy once again messy for clean up.

And your cunt doesn't look any better, stroking himself inside of you idly when he's done emptying his balls, Sebastian finally feels like he can breathe again. Coming down from such an insidious high, who could ever blame them for their display tonight? Your inherently lewd body, just begging to be stuffed, to be bred like the bitch in heat they view you as. Which, ideally, would be an every day occurrence now that you're back home, back where you belong. You should be thankful that they not only saved you, but are also tending to your beastly needs.

Quietly, he hears you mewl. So softly, barely audible over the loud whines from Kylar as he continues to rub himself against your tits, poking his tip at your nipples while Sebastian warms his cock inside of you. He hums to himself absently while watching his friend, feeling his cock twitch to life inside of you.

"Wanna go again?" He tilts his head curiously, aware that you can't actually see his reaction, but the breathy tone of his voice is hopeful to coax you into a round two regardless. It's easier when you want it too.

But ultimately, it doesn't matter what your response is. Kylar still crawls over you, pushing Sebastian out the way before worming his body to between your legs with the intention of taking what rightfully belongs to him. Eager to train his new pet, no doubt.

"C'mon, it's my turn, right? Just wanna make you feel all better, bet it hurts to be so full, yeah? Just—" Ignoring your exhausted moo's, once again, a cock is lined up to your cum stained cunt. "Ah, just making up for lost time, okay? That's all. Promise it won't be long."

Though, if Sebastian knows Kylar even a little, he'd guess that that's a thinly veiled lie. More likely, you'll be stuck between them all night long.

He might as well continue enjoying himself too then, right?