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Tessa was in a mood. It happened occasionally -- there were times when she simply wasn't satisfied with the string of lovers that she seemed to carry on. They could only do so much, after all, and the mink frequently found that they were inadequate for her needs. It wasn't because they didn't have stamina, but they simply couldn't... well... measure up to her.

It wasn't their fault, really -- she was the number one female bodybuilder on the circuit. She took complete pride in her body, from the sleekness of her white fur to the thick mane of blonde hair that was usually braided between her shoulder blades and brushing against the top of her firm ass. Her proportions were almost ridiculous in the fact that they seemed impossible; her bicep was larger than any male's that she'd met -- hell, it was thicker than most female's waists. Having trouble finding truly satisfying companionship was just one of the consequences of her chosen lifestyle.

Truthfully, it was more than worth it for the way that she felt about herself... and it was the way that she felt about herself that made it so easy to still go out and find satisfaction when she was in a particular mood like this one.

She packed a bag carefully, making sure that she deliberately selected each and every item that would be in the duffle. With a small grin of anticipation, Tessa slung the canvass over her shoulder and made her way out of her condo. The town square was only a few blocks away, and it was the middle of the day. The mink was quite sure that she would find exactly the kind of satisfaction that she was looking for.

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At first, the people in Downtown weren't sure what was happening. There were a few shouts of shock, a few squeals of excitement. A lot of people ran for doorways and archways, while others still flattened themselves to the ground as though that could save them from what they thought was an earthquake. The real confusion came when the booming, rattling, shaking sensation continued to happen in very practiced intervals...

And the confusion grew all the more when panicked gatherers heads turned towards the end of the street, where a lone mink was slowly walked along the sidewalk -- though it took a second to realize that the massively muscled babe's walk was deliberate, after a few moments they realized that the rise and fall of her thighs impacting the sidewalk cracked the cement... and left trembling tremors rocking through downtown, so that each and every one of them could feel it. There was no earthquake -- there was only the arrival of Tessa, with a wicked grin on her visage, curling her perfectly red lipsticked mouth into a half circle of satisfaction and smugness just from the reaction that she was getting.

As people began to clamber to their feet, pick up their bags, some of them staring huffily at the mink as she strolled to the middle of the square and settled herself in the middle of a raised dais that performances were often given on, Tessa sat her bag down with ease and then glanced around her. With a small chuckle, she slowly raised her arms until they were horizontal to the ground. A few people stared curiously, and one furious wolf actually walked up to the edge of the platform. Her voice raised as she stepped up onto the stone, her eyes narrowed in anger -- she was bold, for approaching someone who was literally twice her size in girth without an ounce of body fat to add to that reason, but that boldness could only take her so far.

"Just what do you think you're doing? There are people here, trying to shop and enjoy their days, and you're stomping around like some bi--" But that was as far as she got. Tessa had allowed her a few moments to get worked up, and then she grinned again. In a quick motion, she flexed her right arm with such rapid speed that it actually sent a shockwave through the air, which smacked solidly into the wolf's chest and sent her flying back into the onlooking crowd. The woman let out a low whimpering moan -- her body hurt, it ached... and yet she could feel moisture gathering between her thighs. Shame rippled through the wolf; she couldn't believe it -- just feeling that impact had made her wetter than her husband had in the last twenty years.

It was such strength.

Such prowess.

Such power.

She scrambled from the crowd who tried to carefully lower her to the ground, though hardly any of them could tear their eyes away from the mink who stood on the platform in front of them. "Excuse me," the wolf said, pushing past them. "Excuse me, I have to get home." But as she came to the edge of the crowd, she found herself turning back to stare again -- after all, when was she ever going to get the chance to see something like this again?

Tessa was still grinning -- sweet bliss from the attention that she was getting, and pure satisfaction from the fact that she could smell the arousal on the wolf's body, even though she'd attempted to storm away. She caught her eyes for a moment and winked; the wolf's legs gave out from beneath her, and she sank to the ground with another whimpering moan of pleasure.

Her dignity was forgotten -- she was enraptured by the performance in front of her.

Tessa took a few moments to walk around the edge of the platform, flexing carefully, sending a few more shock waves rippling through the crowd. Each person who was struck seemed completely at a loss for words; she watched as each and every one of them whimpered, some of their hands actually flying between their legs as arousal struck them. Men popped boners, and women crossed their legs to try to hide the dampness that suddenly appeared.

It was pure satisfaction to know that she could have such a sway on people, and she knew that she had only just begun.

After a few more flexes, she took a few steps to the right. In the middle of the platform, a large statue stood; it was a ferret -- the first man to explore the city and discover their beloved home. The statue was rooted easily to the ground with metal bars, and the thing itself must have weighed more than a few cars put together. It was an enormous thing, erected so long ago that time had worn the stone smooth and stolen away some of the ferret's expression. She wasn't actually interested in his appearance, though. Instead, she took a moment, stretching her frame and letting out a slow, even breath... and then she did a quick squat so she could grab the edge of the of the statue's base. The wear and tear of time gave her enough of a grip that she wouldn't have to smash through any of the concrete poured on the foundation to get a grip. That was a good thing -- she wanted to impress, she didn't want to deface public property.

Whispers flitted through the crowd as she shifted her body to get a proper grip and good leverage.

"She can't lift that."

"That's been there for ages! It's bolted into the ground, isn't it?"

"She's going to hurt herself."

"I've never been more turned on than I am right now."

The last made her grin, and that grin was more than enough to carry her onward in her next motion. She slid her fingers beneath the worn away base and then strained her body to lift upward -- a low grunt spilled from her chest, and for a moment, nothing happened. There was a sigh of disappointment from the crowd, who had been almost holding their breath in wait of what was going to transpire.

Just as a murmur of dissent started, she shifted her body and lifted upward again -- metal squealed against the stone, and with one more jerk upward, she ripped the bars that had bolted the statue to the platform out. She let out another quick grunt and stood, lifting upwards carefully so as to not hurt herself -- it was a strain, she could feel her muscles trembling. She could feel her entire body aching with the effort of it... but God, it was a good ache. It was exactly the kind of ache that she enjoyed the feeling. She hadn't had this good of a workout in a while, and when she hoisted upward and actually lifted the statue above her head, she heard the people in the crowd let out a cry in unison as she wobbled for just a moment and then perfected her pose.

She turned in a slow circle, showing each and every person in the crowd her straining muscles, her sweat soaked body, and the fact that she was lifting something that the majority of them put together probably couldn't hoist into the air.

As she made her slow turn, she watched as individual after individual let out another cry of ecstasy. Jean's darkened as men jizzed their pants, and gushes of creamy fluid slicked down the fur of the women who were wearing skirts. Half of the crowd gathered came just from watching her lift the statue, just from the fact that they had never seen something so strong, so magnificent. She felt her own cunt tighten in pleasure at the sight of it, felt her body give a small tremble of desire and need, and she knew that she was going to get exactly the kind of satisfaction that she wanted from this crowd -- she wasn't sure why she hadn't done this sooner. It was one of the most sexually gratifying experienced that she'd ever had.

After turning another full circle and watching another portion of the crowd orgasm, she carefully shifted to sit the statue down exactly where she'd pulled it from. It was a bit of a trick, realigning the steel bars with the holes that they'd been pulled from... but after she'd done it, you couldn't even tell that the statue had been lifted to begin with; Tessa was positive that no one would be able to tell that she'd done a thing, and she was just as positive that it would hold in place, until she decided to come out here and repeat her trick again.

She took another moment to carefully stretch out her muscles after that, making a show of flexing, of squatting, of letting each and every bulging extension of her body have its own showcase -- another wave of the crowd came, some females actually letting out a cry as they orgasmed again, falling to the ground with the pleasure that was pooling through them.

She'd thought that she would have to be out here for much longer to reach the level of pleasure and satisfaction that she had, but it was clear that this crowd was practically starving for the kind of show that she could put on. Truthfully, she wasn't sure that she had it in her to draw it out, either. Watching the mass throng of people around her, being able to smell their desire thick on the air... it was almost more than she could stand. She knew that there would be a next time -- she was almost banking on it -- and that she could pull more of the tricks that she'd brought with her out of her bag.

For now, she decided that she could move on to her finale, even though she'd thought it would take longer than that to get to it. With a salacious smile, she shifted back to the bag that she'd brought with her -- she drew a beach towel from it first, carefully laying it out before settling down onto the cloth with another curve of her lilted lips. Her hand then disappeared into the duffel back one more time, and when it came out... she held a dildo in her hand.

At first, the people around her thought that it was glass -- it was only when she held it up to the light that they realized what it was.

It was enormous, as thick as Tessa's corded forearm... and it was made of diamond. She looked between the cock and the crowd and then slid her lycra shorts from her frame with a careful flourish, revealing her wet cunt and the soft hair that covered her lips. The mink grinned, and then fanned her legs outward in a perfect split so that the mouth of her pussy was suddenly spread wide -- even her vagina was well muscled, and all of the onlookers could see it.

She licked her lips again in anticipation and then brought the dildo between her legs. With a slow, almost agonizingly teasing motion, she slid it inch by inch into her snatch until all that remained was enough of the base that she could grip it tightly. The entire crowd stared, enraptured, as she began to masturbate. It was slow at first, but just like everything else that Tessa did, it picked up in speed and intensity within just a few moments. Her arms were working, flexing, and bringing the diamond dildo into her wet folds again and again until the crowd stared on in enraptured silence. The only sound that could be heard was the sweet, wet sucking sound of her core accepting the phallic shape over and over again, and then the sound of Tessa's breathing coming after and faster.

She didn't take her eyes off of the crowd for even a moment. She watched as they all stared with bated breath, their bodies trembling. Some of them had completely abandoned modesty and stuck their hands down their shorts. Some still had gone even further; there were couple after couple laying on the ground in front of her, fucking while they watched the show that she put on. Tessa was intoxicated by the attention that her feats of strength had gained, intoxicated by the smell of arousal on the air... and she knew that she was finally going to have a release that she had been craving for her entire life.

Her hips bucked upward again, and with a final cry, she felt the first crushing sensation of orgasm tear through her. This was where she had always been disappointed -- even during sex, she'd had to hold her strength back. Her cunt was just as savage as the rest of her, and the crushing waves of climax could easily injure any man that was inside of her. She always held back in the squeezing of her muscles... but this time, she let them go wild.

There was a tinkling, cracking sound at first -- Tessa watched as more people fell to the ground, fucking, masturbating... with all of their eyes on her. It was all that she needed. Her head threw back, and she screamed her pleasure as the diamond dildo inside of her shattered into a thousand pieces under the strength of her well-muscled body.

The crowd, after a moment to take in what had just happened, screamed with her. Pleasure ripped through like a tidal wave that engulfed them all, tearing the last vestiges of their dignity, of their pride, of their inhibitions away. They all fell to the power before them, to the strength that Tessa possessed, and they all came in a burst of sweet liquids that filled the entire square with the scent of it.

Tessa's fingers filled in the gap where the dildo could no longer play. She fucked herself hungrily, her eyes all for the crowd, for the writhing throng of an orgy that she had caused with just the flexing of her muscles. Her orgasm carried on in a savage wave that stole her breath, that left her creaming on the stage until the towel beneath her was soaked... and then, finally, she collapsed back against the stone and felt herself whimper and sigh in finally, fully satisfied pleasure.

Around her, the orgy continued, and Tessa could do nothing but to lean back, let a smile of orgasmic satisfaction cross her countenance, and bask in the pure afterglow of it all.