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Kayla sighed and thumped her head against the door. She leaned her head back and thumped it against the door again, harder this time. She'd locked herself out of her apartment on her second day living there. The cheetah couldn't believe her luck. She set her backpack down on the ground, reaching into the back pocket of her shorts to grab her phone. She dialed the number for her landlord, hearing the slow ring taunting her with each trill.

"Absolutely perfect," she grumbled, sliding down the wall, her long legs stretching out into the hallway. Her tank top was loose and showed off her spotted arms and the snow white fur of her chest and stomach. She leaned her head back to the door and let out a long sigh that emptied her lungs so she could sit there and bask in her failure.

"Locked out?" said a voice. Kayla looked up and her eyes followed the legs up. He was wearing shorts in the growing heat and one leg had a large black mark towards the inner thigh where it disappeared into the pants. He had gray shorts on that clung to his ass a bit nicer than Kayla cared to admit. His body was strong and when she got up to his chest, she was practically smitten but looking at his face and seeing the slow slope of a Bull Terrier. Kayla felt her stomach drop in disappointment.

He was so close to being an absolute beefcake but that face was just...

No thank you!

"Yeah," Kayla said, scratching behind her ear, eyes looking down the hall. "I guess I just dropped the ball on the whole keys thing. So I'm stuck out here now."

"Shame," the dog said. He pointed to the door across the hall from hers. "You're welcome to wait inside until maintenance gets off their ass to help you out."

Kayla bit her lip. She should say no and stay firmly out in the hallway but honestly, she wasn't sure it could be any worse in there than it was out here.

"Alright, sure." Kayla stood up, getting to her feet. The terrier unlocked his door, and opened the door for Kayla to follow. Getting to her legs, the cheetah followed, looking over his body. He was easily a foot and a half taller than her. His hand was as big as her head. She bit her lip, loving the build of his strong body. But when he turned his head and she saw that slope of his face, she felt her stomach drop. The cheetah kept her eyes on him even as the arousal drained from her body as suddenly as it swelled.

"So you just moved in, right?" the dog said, kicking his shoes off. He walked to the kitchen and pulled two bottles of water from the fridge. He handed one to her.

"Yeah. Been here for like... twenty-four hours and immediately lock myself out."

"Ah, don't beat yourself up. There's so much worse things that you could do than that."

"I guess," she shrugged, twisting the cap and taking a swig of the cold water that dripped out her chin and onto her breasts. She could feel his eyes on him. It would be so nice if not for that little slope of his nose. She liked being looked at but that one little thing just ruined everything about it for her.

"I'm Sam," he said, extending a hand towards her.

"Kayla," she smiled, taking his hand.

"Well, you're welcome to wait here until they call you up unless you want to try a locksmith."

Kayla bit her lip.

"I don't know that I could afford that right after the move. I'd rather just wait until they call. Hopefully sooner than later."

"Suit yourself," Sam said, taking a long gulp of his water. Kayla's eyes went over his body, watching him, those big arms that she always loved in guys. Everything about him was so hot but that one imperfection was like a drop of black in white paint. It muddies the whole thing eventually, no matter how much you try and ignore it.

Kayla hated how easily deterred she was. It was so stupid and if the rest of him was so fine, why should that be a deal breaker? But it was. No matter how much she tried to ignore it, that part of him that he couldn't even help ruined the rest of him for her. And that was a shame because she liked everything else about him.

"So tell me about yourself, babe."

"Did you just babe me?" Kayla cocked her brow, watching the bull terrier all the way over to his couch, kicking his feet up on his armrest, getting comfortable in his space.

"I did. You dress that cute and have a smile that lights up my day like that, yeah. You're a babe alright."

The cheetah's cheeks flushed hot and she took her water over to the couch next to him. She could see his body from head to toe from where she sat and he smiled at her so warm that she had to admit it felt good to be watched like that.

"I'll allow it this one time but don't think I don't know what you're up to."

"And what am I up to?" Sam smirked.

"I'd say you're up to trying to get in my pants."

"Babe," he laughed. "You're in short shorts. It's very easy to get into those when they barely cover your ass."

Kayla blushed again but shoved his leg.

"That's all you're looking at, huh?"

"I'm just making conversation. You're the one looking me over like a piece of meat."

"Yeah, well you're built like a tank!"

"And that turns you on, doesn't it?" Sam said, taking another drink of his water. His hand resting just beside his crotch, a thumb in his pants.

"I can neither confirm nor deny," Kayla shook her head and relaxed back in her chair.

"So when you're not getting locked out of your apartment, what do you do?"

"I run-- "

"A cheetah who runs?" Sam said, hand over his mouth. "How shocking!"

"I will spill this on you," Kayla said, a smile finally coming across her face.

"Alright, I'll let you talk," he said, a grin still on his face.

"So I'm finishing up my Bachelor's in Kinesiology and then working on my teaching certificate. I'm thinking about trying to coach cross country in high school or something. I always loved doing that and... I don't know. I don't really have a plan, y'know?"

"So you can afford your own place as a student or do you got someone helping out?"

"P-parents are helping," Kayla mumbled. "I pay for groceries and stuff with my job but, yeah they're... helping me."

"Nothing wrong with getting help," Sam shrugged. "I mean, look, just don't assume you get help for whatever but you're allowed to get help too."

"Yeah," Kayla said, her cheeks still burning. "What about you?"

"I do construction work right now. It's nothing major but it pays the bills, y'know? Plus, look at me, can you imagine me in a suit and jacket? It'd rip first time I tried putting it on."

Kayla smiled and it turned into a light giggle at that sight.

"I bet you still clean up pretty nicely," she said.

"I'd love to show you sometime."

Kayla blinked at him, looking him in the eyes for a long moment.

"Are you asking me out?"

"Yes."

She hadn't expected that direct of an answer. And she had to admit she liked how to the point he was. She was so tired of guys that would stammer and stutter their way towards a, maybe we could hang out sometime. But here was this stud of a guy that didn't even blink at asking her out and it was so great to hear. She loved hearing it. She wanted to say yes more than anything but...

"I'm sorry... I'd say yes normally but I just... I can't... It's..."

"What is it? Got a boyfriend or something?"

Kayla shook her head. That would be too easy this was worse in every possible way.

"I... I don't like that slope of your muzzle. It's... I can't get over it. I've been trying because you're so hot but it's just... it's so strange and I can't look at your face without seeing it and... I know someone else would think it's no big deal-- "

"But it's a deal breaker?"

Kayla nodded her head.

Sam, for his part, shrugged. He downed the rest of his water.

"You like what you like," he said, voice low, a quiet thing barely over a whisper. "Can't be helped, right?"

"Yeah," Kayla stuttered. "Can't be helped..."

"Well," he said, getting to his feet. "can't blame a guy for trying, right?"

Kayla shook her head.

"No, I mean... you didn't beat around the bush and I do admire that quite a bit, Sam."

"Thanks." He finished his water in a single gulp and grinned down at her. "Excuse me, I gotta take a leak."

Kayla fidgeted in her chair as he brushed past her. She thought about leaving. She could get in through a window or something, right? It was just so awkward in here now because she was caught in her own shortcomings and it was uncomfortable but why should she have to apologize for her feelings on the matter?

Attraction was outside of rational thought. Even though she liked every other part of him, that one stupid thing was too much for her.

Kayla squeezed her empty water bottle and frowned. Her feet padded along the laminate flooring. She glanced around for the trash can before opening the pantry to find it there. Turning around, Kayla found herself face to face with Sam's chest.

"Oof. Um... Sorry, Sam. I didn't see you there."

Sam glanced down at her with a sharp look that made her feel exposed. She shrunk down where she stood, fully aware of just how much taller than her Sam was. She came up to his chest and his hips were up to her stomach. The cheetah shrunk down and back up until she was pressed to the wall. The dog breathed down her neck and she shivered, her whole body growing stiff. She looked up at him and bit her lip.

"W-what are you doing?"

The dog's hand went up her side and landed on her throat, grabbing it and giving it a hard squeeze.

"Shut up," he growled. His other hand worked up her shirt, tugging her bra down hard. She couldn't even yelp. The Cheetah was frozen as his hand worked over her. His claws poked through the fabric of her tank top. She opened her mouth to protest but a single look from the bull terrier silenced her.

Staring up at him as he undressed her so simply, natural as if he were tying his shoes, Kayla was all too aware of what was about to happen. She grabbed his wrist and pulled at it, trying to pull him off of her and raising her hackles in a raspy hiss.

"How fuckin' cute," he mumbled, hand rubbing his own crotch for a moment. It went down her stomach, feeling the soft, white fur until it gave way to the light blue denim of her shorts. "I bet you're a thong kind of a bitch, right? I mean, you just strike me as the type!"

His hand disappeared into her shorts and Kayla gasped when his hand went down her smooth and straight on her to her lips. She was furious with herself for wanting this. She was furious with herself for being turned on! But most of all, she hated that she didn't have the foresight to wear panties today!

"Nothing at all? Oooh, that's my kind of bitch, huh? And I can tell you're into this too," he laughs, three fingers sliding into her pussy. She gasped and clawed at his back, holding onto him for dear life while his fingers worked their way inside.

"A-ah," Kayla managed, biting her lip as she was manhandled by the much larger male.

"I thought you weren't into me! So if that's the case, why are you so fucking wet, slut?"

Kayla tugged at his arm, trying to get herself free. But there was no freeing herself when the male had her like that. She whimpered and rocked her hips forward into his hand.

"If I get my cock out, you'll probably cum just at the sight of it. I know a size queen when I see them."

Kayla was burning with desire the more he spoke but she couldn't look him in the face. She concentrated on breathing, having just enough clearance that she could breathe with his hand pressing down on her throat.

Sam finally let go, leaving her so off-balance that the cheetah fell to her knees. She landed facing his crotch and looked at him with flushed cheeks but Sam didn't seem to care, unzipping his pants and staring down at her. He worked his tight shorts down. She was greeted with a dark blue pair of boxers that stretched towards his face. She stared up at him and reached her hand up, pushing at his stomach.

"Bad move," he growled.

The bull terrier pulled his cock out and her nose was quickly assaulted by the large, red cock that flopped onto her face. She was staring at the tip and looking down towards his body, she could see just how much of it there was! His cock was as thick as her forearm and nearly as long! The knot wasn't there yet but she could only imagine how big it would be with that piece of anatomy on her.

Or in her.

Her whole body felt warm at that thought.

She reached out to grab his cock, stroking it slowly, hand working from the base all the way up to his tip then back down. She stared straight ahead, not looking him in the face. She stroked in slow, careful movements, breathing slow, focusing on the task in hands, one on his base and one moving over his length.

"Good little pussy cat," he growled.

Her ears dropped but she looked at him, wanting to be a good girl for him.

"Look me in the eyes. You wanted nothing to do with me because of this little factor on my face? Well you're going to stare me in the eyes as you get my cock down that pretty little throat of yours, aren't you?"

Kayla nodded her head, eyes meeting his.

"I couldn't hear you!" he barked.

"Y-yes!" she managed, louder than she meant to. She hoped none of their neighbors heard. She wasn't this kind of a girl.

She wasn't!

This was just some... A fluke. That's what it was, it had to be it! She wouldn't normally do this. She just was doing what he said to be safe... right?

God, but the burning in her shorts! It hurt how much she felt the need burning into her at the taste that was soaking into her tongue.

His hips gave a hard thrust forward, and her mouth was full of a mere half his cock. She breathed slowly, tongue working over the tip and along the underside but he pushed again, earning a loud gag from the cheetah.

"Too much for you? Aww, I'm sure you can do more. C'mon girl," Sam growled, tapping her head with his claws. "Impress me!"

Kayla pushed her head down, trying to please the dog that was forcing himself on her. She slurped at his cock, wet noises leaving her mouth. The cat was pushing his fat cock deep into her throat. She gagged for a moment but stopped just long enough that she could close her eyes to dive down again. Kayla's nose was close to his crotch, close enough that she could smell the scent of a virile male that wafted off of his strong body.

The hand on her head shoved her down, forcing her nose into his pubic fur, drowning her in the scent of him. She glanced up at him with watering eyes. Sam was smirking and in his other hand was a phone! She tried to pull away but he kept her there, grinding into her face. She could feel the tears streaming out her eyes, no doubt making a mess of her mascara but God she loved it!

She needed more of this!

But his face was so...

"Look at me," he growled, tugging on her hair so she couldn't look forward anymore. The bull terrier bucked into her face, fat balls smacking her chin as he used her face, taunting her with the breeding her other end was likely to receive.

"That's it," he snarled, staring into her eyes. "I want you to watch me as I fuck that pretty little face of yours, pussy cat."

Even if she could say no, there was part of her that knew this was exactly what she wanted. She wanted him to do this to her. If all she might like of him was his body, why shouldn't she enjoy it? She bobbed more, holding onto his hips and letting her face meet his thrusting hips, a dance of sorts as she was bounced off his hips with such force that she'd likely slip right off if not for the hand keeping her head in prime fucking position!

The bull terrier pulled out of her, trails of spit and pre connecting her lips to the throbbing red length before her. She gasped and leaned into him but he stepped away and she ended up on all four in front of him, panting and coughing for air, taking it in deep, ragged breaths.

"F-fuck!"

"Fuck?" Sam said.

Kayla looked up at him and shook her head.

"N-no! That's not what I-- "she was silence by a finger in her mouth. She didn't even know why she was doing it, but there she was, sucking on his finger like it was the cock that had just been in her throat. She stared up at him, blinking back tears. But she got off her hands, leaning into the hand she was suckling on.

Sam's eyes bore into her and it made her burn with desire, rubbing her thighs together. But she was still... His face was still so wrong, wasn't it? God, this shouldn't be this difficult! Why was this so difficult!

But his hand went to her shredded tank top and pulled it away. She kept suckling even as she was stripped by the male so much larger than her! His hands went to her shorts. She felt him tug at first before moving to the front to undo her button. He pulled them down just enough that they slid around her knees.

"Perfect," he growled, pulling his finger out and smearing it on her cheek.

Kayla shivered at his touch but nuzzled back into his hand, the cheetah turning into a kitten at his every touch.

Kayla hunched down when he stepped over her. The cheetah pushing her face farther to the ground as the bull terrier moved over her. He turned around and grabbed her hips. Kayla pulled away from him for a moment before a hard smack on her ass made her tense up.

"Stay, girl. Stay right there now."

She did as asked, torn between fear and excitement. But Sam pushed his tip to her hole and rubbed against her. She felt his length between her thighs, imposing a punishment she didn't know she wanted until then.

"Fuck, you're making a puddle, pussy cat. I thought you didn't think I was hot!"

"I didn't-- "

Sam clocked her ass with a harsh slap and she bit back a yelp.

"Did I ask your opinion? You're here for one reason so shut up and get yourself ready."

Kayla found her legs spreading out one knee at a time. She leaned down into the linoleum beneath her and closed her eyes.

The cock did not come as a surprise, but nonetheless, Kayla gasped when the tip slid inside of her.

Kayla had been with men before. She was hardly an easy lay but she had enough of experience to know what to expect.

But Sam's cock was something else. It didn't quite hurt but there was enough discomfort that she kept tensing up around him. He growled, hand on her ass and pushed his hips forward. Kayla yelped when his cock forced itself in her. It hurt and she clawed at the ground, pushing back into him at the same time. She shouldn't be hurting from being split open and pushing back into him for more! But here she was and she wanted more. She needed more! The cheetah pushed her hips back, grinding into him. Her lips rolled over a swollen base of his cock and she stiffened up.

"T-that's... Fuck... that's huge," she said.

"Yeah... And you're going to love it, aren't you?"

"I-- ah!"

Kayla forgot what she was going to say the moment that fat cock pushed into her body. She stiffened, cleaning back to him and rocking her hips, grinding into him in a slow circle of her hips, grinding her way back to him. Her claw ran down the floor and she pressed her body to his, trying to rub her g-spot into his tip, letting her whole body scream with lust. She needed this and the more he provided, the more she moaned for him. It felt so wonderful to be claimed like that, hard and without hesitation. She should feel slutty but when a male could make her moan like that, it didn't even matter when the sneaky dog put his thumb in her ass!

She should apologize for what she said about his face. She knew she was wrong and it should come out of her mouth but she still just moaned for him, bouncing her hips back against him.

"You're enjoying this entirely too much," Sam growled. He pulled out of her and she was so quickly emptied it nearly took her breath away.

The bull terrier turned her over and she was on her back, legs being lifted up and her shorts finally being relieved. Sam's cock quickly filled her again, pushing right up to her lips. He held her wrists down with one hand over her head. The other was on her throat, squeezing it. She was forced into silence, staring up at the face she had insulted as the cock she was learning to love rammed into her body. His balls smacked against her lips, a heavy smacking noise filling the room and still she moaned for him. The splayed feline pulled at his hips with her legs. She didn't want it to stop! It was so wonderful and she wasn't at all surprised when her walls twitched, pulsing around his cock in a strong orgasm that left her panting through the hand on her throat.

"Cumming so soon? How cute, pussy cat!"

The dog growled, fucking her into the ground. He didn't slow for an instant, pounding her with all the insistence of a teen on prom night. He didn't care about her and she could tell but fuck... It felt so good to be handled like this, used and fondled, knot smacking into her lips, getting her so close with each and every hard thrust. She was ready for it. She needed it.

"Fuck me... K-knot me! Please please please!"

The sound of Sam's laughter was hard on her ears and they pressed flat to his ears. But the hard thrusts didn't even slow! She screamed for him, clinging close to him and letting herself rock back and forth on him, riding out the every thrust and staying there for more, ready and waiting.

When Sam's knot did pop into her, she groaned out loud, her body struggling to accept it. But she did. She took it all, and her body was soon riding out another hard wave of pleasure at the feeling of the knot in her, his tip pressed to her cervix. She felt the warmth flood into her like the breaking of a dam. It was so hot and warm and she could feel him pulse from within her, each wave of pleasure making her head spin. It was so much to take but she did her best.

What else could she do but accept it?

Sam's breath was cascading down her neck, dancing over her breasts. It moved over her hard nipples and she blushed again. It was so good to be claimed like that. She could never admit to anyone, let alone herself but the bull terrier was exactly the specimen she hoped he was.

"I'm so," Sam bucked into her and she whimpered with an open mouth. "So happy you moved in, Kayla." His hand went down from her throat, grabbing a breast and tweaking a nipple between his fingers.

"We're going to be seeing a lot of each other now. I just know it."