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HUFF. HUFF. HUFF.

The weights rattled up and down as the hefty bovine pumped them hard. Her extensive muscles glistened as they were pulled taught by the effort. Clad in perspiration-soaked gym shorts and sports bra, Elnora panted hot steam as she angrily squatted up and down, hefting enough weight on her shoulders to nearly bend the bar.

This wasn't an ordinary workout for the massive, ebon-furred cow. She had stormed in here, late at night, with a scowl on her face, and gone right to work. Another night, another date ruined just when things were starting to get enjoyable.

"I'm not gay!" her date had said, pulling them right out of the moment.

It didn't even make sense. Elnora was every bit female. She just so happened to be pretty gifted in the clit department. Even now, long after the heated exchange had died down, that thick, extended nub made a small, visible bulge in her shorts. It didn't really look like a cock, but it did get hard and bigger when she got excited. And that was enough to scare these off the squeamish guys she kept meeting.

So now she was taking it out on her own body. But she could handle it. Even that huge amount of weight wasn't slowing down someone like her. Not when she was toned over every inch, tight and powerful and rippling with muscle. Some guys called it too manly. They were just jealous.

By the time she was finished, sweat was pouring down all over her. She was a hot, musky mess in need of a shower. Though she felt she smelled pretty good. Sweat pooled in the thick tufts of black hair under her arms and between her legs, catching her scent. If anyone knew what was good for them, they'd know that as the scent of a perfect mate. Oh well.

So she strode out, still soaked. Passing by the uninterested secretary on the way, she threw a coat over her dripping gym clothes. Then it was just her and the night.

The nearby campus was unusually quiet. Even during the week, she usually went by a party or two. Maybe saw some drunk students out and shouting at each other. Tonight though, there was very little that caught her attention.

She trotted on heavy hooves until she hit a crossing. It was only then that the school seemed to stir with activity. She soon laid eyes on a tiny cat boy, some lithe Siamese little thing, backed into a corner by three sizable wolf fellows.

They were all wearing the same ugly grin. Pack animals, she thought, dismissively. By the wide feline eyes staring up at them, she could tell the kitty wasn't really enjoying the attention. She stopped, just watching them for a time.

It was a bit too far away to really hear, but she did catch one word that gave her the idea:

"Fag."

Where a few hours ago she'd been spurned by some idiot who called her a man, now these three snarling thugs were on the cat's case for not being enough of one, in their eyes. She watched a little more. That skinny little thing was cute. She had to admit it.

So without further thought, she came thumping over to interrupt their little gathering. One of the wolves raised a hand, looking to slap the poor cat, but she grabbed it.

"That's enough, pups," she said.

That of course got them whirling around, glaring at her. When they saw who had interrupted them, they broke into nasty smirks.

"Lookit the fucking hamburger who thinks she's tough."

Elnora snorted, not really bothered, just amused. It would take a lot more than that to get under her skin.

One of the wolves turned to her, got right up in her face, as best he could. She was taller than him, and at least twice as thick.

"Why don't you step off before we decide to have a nibble, huh?" he snarled.

The big bovine just shrugged. He tried to growl in her face, but was interrupted by her big, hard head smacking him like a battering ram.

It was a hell of a headbutt. The wolf crumpled to the ground heavily.

That of course had the other two coming at her. She knocked over over with a clothesline of her thick arm. The other she just managed to grab and toss away like garbage. He landed roughly and scrambled up, ready to come at her again. But when he saw his other friends all scattered and sprawled, he hesitated.

Elnora just put her hands on her hips, snorted again, and glared at him. He wasn't happy about it, but he growled once more, turning and dashing off. Shortly after, he was followed by the rest of his pack as they picked themselves up and staggered off, dazed and disoriented.

She watched them go, and just softly chuckled to herself. Turning back to the small feline, she had a good look over him. He was in tears, but not quite crying. Just a little shaken. He'd be fine.

"Th-thank you," came his stuttering voice. "They were gonna... I don't know..."

Elnora shrugged. "They were punks. Where's your place? Wanna go inside?"

The cat nodded, still looking pretty shaky. He was lithe, but obviously athletic. El knew all about what a toned body looked like, and as she walked behind him, she took note of his lean muscles flexing and bending. Maybe a gymnast? Cats were always so damn agile.

Eventually they got to a small apartment, just off the edge of the campus. The cat opened it up after struggling with his keys for a bit. His hands were still shaking and he dropped them twice.

Soon she was looking at the very modest bachelor setup fit for a young student like him. Not even a separate bedroom, just one big room with a kitchen to one side, a small bed tucked into the corner, and a teeny dining table with two chairs.

"Pretty humble," she said, bluntly.

"Yeah, I... " he began, pulling out one of the chairs to settle into. "Anyway, I just really wanted to thank you. I really owe you one, miss... um, didn't get your name. I'm Shu."

He was babbling, which was cute. She liked the way his bright blue eyes shone when he stared at her. Hard to say what that look he was giving her was, but then, she was used to getting stared at. Not every day people saw a cow with that many muscles.

"Elnora, honey."

She looked over the door, making sure it was locked. His lean, girly form, his eyes, his soft fur. She just wanted to take this little kitty. Hell, her clit was starting to firm up just thinking about it. Which wasn't exactly subtle, soon highlighted with a bulge in her shorts.

She grunted. After the day's earlier rejection, she was left frustrated and horny. She needed to get that out of her system, and here was a grateful, pretty thing right in front of her.

"Look," she said, getting close to him and putting her meaty hand on his shoulder to squeeze. "You wanna make it up to me? I know how. C'mere."

He had some muscle to him, she noticed as she took hold of him, but he still weighed next to nothing. Squeezing his arms to his side in a full-body hug, she lifted him from his seat, leaving him dangling as she mashed him up against her bust. It made for a good amount of cushion as she slammed him up against the wall, muffling his whimpery words of protest in a big, wet kiss that seemed to take over his entire muzzle.

"But I don't- mmf!"

Yeah, he could protest all he wanted, but she knew how skinny cats worked. Show a little initiative, a little force, and they were cumming in their panties. She squeezed tight, nearly crushing him in her grip. It'd be easy, but she was pretty gentle, all things considered.

He even squirmed and kicked, like he didn't know what he wanted. Of course she was way stronger than him, not even slowed down by his struggles. Raising one muscular arm up, and keeping him in place and pinned to the wall with the other, she exposed one of her musky pits. Dripping with sweat that clung to the tufts of black hair there, her potent bovine scent was thick in his nostrils in an instant.

Shu flinched away, so she just shoved it in his face. In moments, his pristine little muzzle was soaked in the musky sheen of bovine sweat, lathering over his plush fur as she rubbed it on him.

"Go ahead now. Lick it up," she grunted, straining to keep hold of herself as her clit got harder.

He didn't react right away, so she gave him a shake. Sure, she was being rough with him, but that was what made little kitty cocks hard. Scare them a little. Make their tails lift and those cute mewls come out of their mouths.

With enough urging, she got her wish of a tingly cat tongue lapping at her hairy pit. Sighing with relief just to be getting the attention she needed, she kept him tightly secure, but let him work. It took a while for him to really get going. Just slow, small licks that didn't really get a whole lot of her taste. He was far too hesitant for her liking.

"Hurry it up, cat. I've got a whole other pit that needs cleaning once you're done here. And I'm not letting go until I'm satisfied."

That urged him on a little, had him stop being so damn timid. But he really was way more hesitant than most subby bitches she dealt with. Wasn't this exactly what they always dreamt of? She knew her musk was irresistible; she'd seen its effects on plenty of guys before.

So to compel him on, she started rubbing herself on his face, getting him in deep under her arm, really immersing him from lips to cheeks in that sweat. He was a mess before long at all, and as he slowly licked he was drinking it right down. She felt him shivering, shuddering as her scent worked into him. Wasn't the usual reaction, but whatever.

It was pretty easy to keep him in place with just one hand, so she used the other to lower those shorts she was wearing. Her engorged clit, throbbing and dripping, popped forth as soon as it met open air. It came along with a gush of her juices, slippery and thick as they slimed down her pussy. Fuck, she hadn't been this horny in months.

It wasn't perfect, but he did a pretty good job of licking the one underarm clean after some urging. She pulled him back, leaving him briefly coughing and trying to wipe at his face with his shoulder, trapped as his arms were. Then she just introduce him to the other one, just as sweaty as the first.

"Go on, kid. Sniff nice and deep. That's the musk that's gonna be all over you when I'm done."

When he didn't obey right away, she gave him another little shake. That was when she got the sniffing she wanted. Hesitant as ever at first, but something there really worked for the cat. She could tell. His muscles finally relaxed, losing the tensed-up posture he had all over. When he went in for another sniff, it was much longer, much deeper, filling his lungs and mind with sweet bovine musk.

A smile spread across her lips. She let him savour that for a while, just sort of slumping against her as he did so. Holding him so close like that, she could swear she could feel the intoxication spreading all through him. Making those gymnast muscles twitch, that tail of his wiggle about. Just needed a little prompting, a little forcing, and he was her musk-loving little toy before long at all.

Of course, she wasn't nearly satisfied with that alone. She wiped off some sweat onto his fur, and hefted him away from the wall, feeling him flop somewhat limply in her arms. Moving to the bed, she just tossed him onto it, leaving him sprawled.

He was looking up at her with those shiny eyes. His face was a mess, and he curled up some when she approached. She didn't know what the hell his deal was, when he was obviously so into it.

The truth was, even as her sweat worked through his senses and left him a little numb to the initial disgust, Shu wasn't on board at all. As far as he was thinking, she was just raping him. What made it all the worse was that he didn't even like girls. Even masculine ones like this. That was why the wolves were harassing him in the first place. Not because he was girly, but because he was truly, entirely gay.

Still, she'd overwhelmed him so much that he couldn't get up in time. He just watched her coming, watched her stripping down and tossing her clothes onto the floor. They flung her sweat everywhere, revealing under the light a sheened, incredibly muscular body. Were she male, he'd have been ready to burst by now, but... this just wasn't what he wanted.

She noticed, for what it was worth. Laying there, all stretched out, she could tell he wasn't even hard for her yet. Weird cat. It didn't really occur to her that he might be gay. Every girly cat she met might have seemed it, but they always were weak in the knees for a strong female. Really, the short of it was she was horny, and wasn't going to wait.

He whimpered out and weakly pushed at her thighs as she lowered herself over him. Knees on either side of his chest, she trapped him between her legs, and slowly lowered her dripping pussy towards his lips. Slicked up and pouring out, she got him wet with her juices before even making contact. He flinched and tried to turn his head away, but she had him pretty firmly in place. Down she went, at least taking care not to crush him, until his nose was delving into the soaking wet forest that was the thick black tuft on her mound.

Pheromones filled his mind and almost knocked him out. The arousal in her scent was overwhelming, even making him choke. He'd never caught a scent like that, not even in passing. Now it was right there in his face. He couldn't breathe anything else. Just the smell of a horny, sweaty cow who wasn't going to let up on him.

Finally, after digging him deep into her dripping tuft, she made contact with his face. Letting her lips spread over his, she didn't go soft. The weight on top of him was tremendous, ensuring he couldn't escape no matter what. And with one hand bracing behind his head, she just started to fuck his face.

His poor bed creaked dangerously as she started to ride. It wasn't built for the strong, impactful pumping she was giving with those thighs of hers. Every time her sex smacked into his features it sent her juices and sweat spraying out in all directions, ensuring his bed, his apartment, and of course himself all were marked nicely with that rich fragrance.

He shouted out for her to stop, finding his every effort lost in the folds of her flooded cunt. He struggled, he kicked, he shook his head. But he was just wasting air. And as she continued to smother him between her legs, he found that air was running out. He was going to just smother to death as she facefucked him if she didn't let up soon.

It was hard for her to remember to let him breathe. Finally she was getting what she needed, finally getting some relief as she rode his cute face and stroked her fat clit. All her pent up juices were flowing freely, gushing down his face, nearly drowning the poor thing. Finally, as his breaths started to get shallow and rapid, indicating really needing air, she let up for a second, raising up her hips.

Gasping intensely, he coughed for a while and shook his head. He seemed to be trying to speak, but he just choked and didn't manage to form anything resembling a word. She let him have until he stopped coughing, and then it was right back to it.

A little harder now, even. She leaned over him, making the bed sag under her weight. A better angle to really properly fuck his face, to really put some weight and strength into it. Her ass was taut as she flexed every last muscle she had from the waist down, ramming her pussy into his muzzle, grinding from chin to nose, and completely immersing him in her horny scent. Pounding, squirting, and thrusting, she made him absolutely hers.

It didn't take long for her to go over, either. Not when she was on the edge already. Throwing her mighty weight forth, she immersed him from nose to mouth inside her labia, grunted deeply, and finally started to cum. Her long clit throbbed away wildly as she creamed his face hard. Like a whole bucket of cow-flavoured juices tossed in his face at once, he was completely drowned before long. Just to avoid choking, he swallowed much of it down as fast as he could, filling his mouth with her taste and his belly with her warmth.

When she was finally done, she just sat there for a while, panting hot steam again. All that excitement hard worked up even more scent, even more heat, to the point the air was wavy with it. Such a good orgasm even gave her pause. It wasn't until she felt him actually losing consciousness that she peeled herself away in a long, messy movement that released even more juices to splat and flow all over him and the sheets. Yeah, everyone was going to know what they were doing there.

That left him shivering and gasping, barely able to catch his breath even after a full minute to recover.

"Silly little kitty. I know you loved every minute of that, didn't you?"

Shu was still panting a little by the time she spoke, but he managed to answer. "Elnora, I... I don't... I'm not..." He sounded frightened.

"Come on now, tell me how hard it got you." She sensed something amiss, though it was hard to be too concerned with such a striking afterglow in her system.

Finally, he spat it out. "But... I'm gay. That's why they... I don't mean... I'm sorry."

More than anything, he sounded apologetic. Her expression fell as she looked over him. Scared, struggling the whole time, seeming so unsure of himself. Now it made a lot more sense. She just thought he was being a cat. Well, shit.

She felt guilt hit her in the chest as she realized how bad it must have been for him. Sure, she didn't have issues with basically forcing him into it, but only because she was so sure of herself. She nibbled a lower lip, cleared her throat, right about to give a very rare apology, but she changed her mind with another look over him.

"Oh yeah? Well suuuuure doesn't look like it, kitty boy."

Reaching down, she easily cradled his bulge from balls to cocktip in the palm of one huge hand. The cat was hard. Not just a little either. He was throbbing, and even groping him like that, she could feel the dampness coming through.

Now her mind was flooded with memories as she suddenly remembered where she'd seen him before. Why, he was the very same cute cat she'd watched swishing out of The Harness, a bar known very well for the big, leather-clad guys and their devotees it tended to gather. So that was his type, hm?

Pressing her chest to his back, she rolled him over partway and spooned him. Two hands worked on his pants, and she stripped him until she could play with his adorable bits, rubbing her thumb along the underside of his short cock.

"You might be gay, sure, but something about that really worked for you, didn't it?"

He yelped as she played with him, but eventually, after taking a breath and steadying himself, he realized she was right. Somewhere in all that, she'd made him horny. And it wasn't going away.

"So you like a big, sweaty man, am I right?" she teased, and licked him on the throat before giving a flat-toothed bite to his scruff. That always worked on felines.

"Y-yeah..."

"And I bet I'm just as much man as most of them you meet. Maybe more. Hm?"

He shivered again, but it was kind of a good one this time. Licking his lips, tasting her there still no matter what he did, he thought about it. Before long, his body betrayed his thinking as he started to purr.

"Ooh, I like that sound, kitty." She ran a hand down his spine, to take hold of his tail, and tug it.

"I, well... I guess you smell pretty good?" It was like a question, as if he wasn't even sure if it was okay to say.

She laughed, and kissed his cheek. "Good. So, pretty thing. What would you say if I wanted to get on top and fuck your tight little ass?"

"What?" His shock was adorable. He actually jolted to the question.

She prodded him with her clit, still quite firmly raised. "You know I've got what it takes."

In her grip, she felt him give another throb, spurting some of his pre onto her fingers.

"Y-yeah. I guess that sounds pretty good." He paused, his chest still rumbling. "Like, really good."

Pushing him with her chest, she flattened him onto his belly, and got right on top of him, pinning him once more.

"It'll be my pleasure," she grunted. "And yours."

Her weight on top of him could have crushed him if she was just a little less careful. She felt him gasp and suck in a breath as she really mounted him. Tits on his head, abs against his back, she flattened him right out and got herself under his tail.

Working with a hard clit was a little trickier than working with a cock, but she knew just what he liked. Before long at all, she was grinding along the soft fur of his ass, smearing it with her juices. And that was enough to get a horny little whimper out of him as she slickly spanked him with her clit, snorting through her nostrils at how good his plush fur felt on the exposed, long nub.

"You want me to stop, you tell me," she said. "But I think you're going to enjoy letting me be your musky daddy, hmm?"

Shu's ears went flat, and he shrunk down a bit, then just nodded vigorously.

"Y-yeah."

"Little bitchkitten, pinned down by his stud. You want me to fuck your ass, kitten?" Elnora leaned down and licked one of those ears, whispering. "You want me to make you a girl?"

After a good amount of stammering, Shu finally spat it out in a long, desperate whine.. "Oh god, yes... yes, please, I want this so much..."

The sound of soaked clit and dripping tuft rubbing against his rump was loud and lewd, making a mess of him as she got herself lined up. Poking, prodding, grinding. Some of it was teasing him, letting him wait for it. She licked him here and there, messing up his well-groomed fur with the big fat tongue of a cow.

Finally, she hit the mark. With a grunt from her and a cute kitty yowl from him, she started stuffing his ass full. Maybe it wasn't as big as a cock, but wet like that it felt just as good. It was every bit as good for the tight cat below her, and he was shaking before she even bottomed out. Snatch wetly pressed between his cheeks, whole body pinning him underneath her as she spread her sweat out on his every inch. She held herself in him for a while, experimenting, testing him.

When she started fucking him, it started as a slow, powerful rocking of her hips. She was every bit as powerful as a big bull, and she had him mashed into the sagging mattress almost to the floor.

Just as before, when she was pumping iron in frustration, now she started pouring steam from her nose in her lusty haze. Huff, huff, huff.

Momentum got into those hips of hers, into her flexing thighs and lower back all taut and toned as she went to work on the feline. She barely realized it as it built up, but before long she was pounding the poor cat. Just slamming her hips into his ass and drilling him to the core as her clit pumped in and out of him, flinging her juices in all directions with each solid, earth-quaking thrust.

He wasn't complaining, just yowling like he was in heat, like he was lifting his tail to be bred and filled with a litter. A grin spread across her face as she listened to it. That was the sound of a cat getting exactly what he needed.

When he started clenching down, she honed in some. There was a spot, a perfect little place she was rubbing against, that made his every muscle go tense, made him tighter and harder and spurt pre onto his messed bed. So she attacked it. Wiggling her ass, she made sure she could pound him so that all the pressure went on that little pleasure button of his. All the hundreds of pounds of muscle she was, ramming him in the boy clit.

He ended up screaming. It wasn't even really a cat sound. He just tossed his head back into her breasts and went up into the highest registers of his voice. She could feel orgasm running through his whole body, making him flex and twitch and jolt about beneath her in odd ways. It was absolutely devastating the lithe form beneath her to cum that hard, but it didn't stop him from painting his underside white.

Rope after rope of hot kitty seed, spread out over his fur, sandwiched between him and the sheets as it squelched out from beneath his chest as she pressed down on him, snorting. She wasn't quite cumming up his ass, but she could damn well cum on it. Another gush, hosing him down with her juices as they sprayed from her, filtered by her hairy tuft that caught part of them. The rest, all over those sweet, poundable cheeks

Splatter, gush, and drip. Soon they were collectively a sweating, panting mess as she remained on top of him, just holding him there. He was barely moving, but his purrs vibrated all the way down to her clit inside of him. That was a happy cat.

Eventually, with another deep grunt, she pulled from him, and rolled off of his back. Pulling him easily close to her, she reintroduced his face to the hair under her arm. And to her delight, found him nestling right in, getting his muzzle snug in that sweaty pit, even giving a few licks and a long sniff.

"Who's your musky dom daddy?" she cooed.

"You are, Elnora," came his purring reply, much less hesitant than before.

She stroked down his back, keeping him wrapped up and close, cradled.

"That's what I like to hear. You like the way I smell, hm?"

"I just want to..." he stopped, and thought about it. "I just want to sniff you and smell you and taste you all over... I could just drink in your sweat whenever you asked me..."

Now she was grinning.

"Well, guess what? You're going to. Went easy on you tonight, but next time, we're not stopping until you faint."

Shu looked up at her, his face partly eclipsed as it remained wedged in her armpit. But the bright, eager look in his eyes, the kind normally reserved for a sub looking up at a big dom male, that was enough to make her clit twitch all over again.