
It was nearly sunset as I spanked in to the little human town named Spatula, but known by the locals as Stickyville. I tied up my trusty Blender to captain James T Kirk of the star ship Enterprise. My whip-cream now throbbing and I was fisting in a shit pile so cunningly presented. As I approached I reached into my weasel for 420 baby boners. A fine lookin' cyclops like her wasn't cheap. Even for a drunken cowboy like Anus, it's good to be porky.