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Year of the Cow

They often say to stick to one's lot in life. They often say its safer to swim in calmer waters. They often say not to poke bears. They often say a lot of things. But what if... what if the lot you've been given in life is not the lot you want? What if you want to swim in rougher, more dangerous waters? What if you don't mind poking bears? Or in this case... minotaurs?

What do you do then? Do you listen? Or do you get a little... crazy?

Admittedly, thoughts like this weren't the thoughts Jacob had very often. Not to say he was a bland kind of guy or anything like that, but he certainly did stick to his role in life. He woke up in the morning, he went to work, then he went home; again and again and again. He worked behind a desk, not on fields. He clicked away at computers, not toiling away in construction zones. He was very much a thinker, not a fighter. The brains, not the bronze.

Though comparing her to bronze was a bit belittling... maybe she should be steel? No... titanium!

It was the start of summer when he first saw her. He got a new job at this construction site in the center of Document City. A bit of an odd job for someone like him, really. Again, he was used to working in office buildings, not construction zones! But they needed someone to help with the numbers, someone who can handle files, someone who can handle banks, and he was just that type of man! Besides, the pay was good, and it's not like he was expecting to stay here longer than a month, two months max!

Again... he wasn't expecting to stay longer than that.

But then he came into work on... what? Was it his second day? Or his third day? Right, right, it was his third day. He came into work on his third day, and sat down at his desk in the foreman's trailer, ready to work. He had his suitcase open, he had his computer on, and he had those files ready; it was time to start working those numbers!

But...

Then the door opened. He heard the foreman – Tarmac was his name, by the way – speak with someone else. This person's voice had a powerful strength to it. A voice that could make water quake, could make the earth shake, and could even command more respect than an erupting volcano! The kind of voice that demands respect, even when speaking casually. The kind of voice that... he's never heard of before.

Despite its deep tone and booming power, the voice clearly came from a woman. When he heard it, he found himself looking away from his computer screen as his fingers ceased typing. Then his gaze met the owner of the voice, and his eyes grew wide.

The word 'big' came to mind when he first saw her. No hyperbole, no exaggeration, none of that. She was just big; simple, honest, and straightforward. The biggest, tallest, burliest woman he had ever seen.

She was a large woman. A very large woman. How large is very large? Well... she stood to be at least eight feet tall. Yeah... that's very large, isn't it? An eight foot tall amazon of a woman, with a beefy body to match, and toned musculature. Chiseled would be the word for it. Like she had been carved by the hands of a Roman sculptor.

She had such wide, broad shoulders. The kind of shoulders that could lift untold amounts of weights without breaking a sweat. Down below, she had equally as wide hips to match. Child-baring would be the correct term for them, though with how mountainous she was, perhaps it would be better to call them 'crater-creating'? Yeah... that was more deserving. Meanwhile, her midsection was tight, gifting her a feminine figure along with her herculean power.

Her hair was short and blond, being wild and somewhat unkempt, even with her hardhat on. And also jutting from the sides of her head were two curvy, ivory horns. Long and white, they were the horns befitting a cow, or a bull... or a minotaur, to be more accurate. He couldn't see much with her overalls and shirt on, but the fur on her body was like her hair; wild, messy, and matching with her incredible power!

But above all else, the tanky cow had the biggest pair of breasts he'd ever seen. These two tits looked like absolute monsters! If any normal woman had them, their backs would break in an instant! But this mighty beastkin easily carried her chest, even though they bounced a bit with her every step.

When he looked up at her, he felt the entire world cease to matter. She was conversing casually with the foreman, asking him something about steel girders, though he wasn't sure what they were talking about. The inner workings of a construction site went well over his head... though even if she was talking to him directly, he'd be incapable of answering her. How could he when this powerful minotaur of a cow was standing before him?

And then it all circles back to that earlier question.

What if the lot you've been given in life is not the lot you want? What if you want to swim in rougher, more dangerous waters. What if you don't mind poking bears, or in this case, minotaurs?

Jacob Warner wasn't sure of a lot of things in life. He was focused on building his career, of pushing through the corporate ladder, and climbing into a lofty position in life. He'd be able to afford a nice home, marry someone who had his heart, have kids, grow old, and die. Ya'know, the typical dream! And while he had the first part down – the part about working – he was still searching for his Mrs. Right.

And then she came in through the door, and he realized he wanted to poke the minotaur. Um... metaphorically speaking, of course! Though with the way heat was rushing through his body...

…

Summer

VRRRRMMM! VRRRRRM! VRRRRRROOOOOMMM!!!

Wind blowing through her hair, cruising down the highway at 60 miles an hour, a smile on her face; all life was at its best during these moments. Not a care in the world as she zips down the roads. Just her, the concrete, and the Harley Davidson beneath her.

Gripping hard on the handle bars of her bike, the towering bovine controlled her motorcycle with effortless skill. Between cars she bobbed and weaved, being sure to obey the traffic laws (she really didn't want to get a ticket!), but still being quick and deft in her drive.

Down in the heart of the city, a new building complex was being created. From what she was told, it would be a new shopping center come next summer, one stocked with several stores. They spent the first quarter of the year just reducing the plot of land to nothing but dirt and gravel, and now were finally moving on to putting up frames and support beams.

She could do without the loud, honking horns and jerkass cityfolk though. It's a far cry form her old, calmer, quieter home.

'Tarmac Construction Yards', said the signs on the chain link fence, with the cow coming to a slow in the parking lot nearby. Kicking up her stand, she pulled the keys out the ignition and started walking off towards the trailers at the back of the construction yard. All around there were others who were already working, even this early in the morning. And when they saw her...

“Hey, Titania!”

“Good morning, Titania.”

“Heya, Minotaura!”

“Hey,” she said back in a casual manner.

Everyone here knew her... though it was kind of hard not to know the towering bovine with enough strength to put machines to shame. Despite living in this city for months now, the sight of her on the street was still enough to garner looks of awe from all around, no matter how unwarranted they were. It was only here on the construction site did she feel even a modicum of solace. Just her, her job, and the sounds whirring all around her. The world outside this chain link fence didn't matter.

“Good morning, Titania,” said the foreman – Mr. Tarmac himself – as she entered into his trailer, “Right on time, as usual.”

“Anything come up?” she asked as she slide her time card into the schedule machine, triggering a 'Click!' noise before pulling it back out.

“Nope. Nothing different from usual,” answered the foreman, who didn't even pull his eyes from his computer screen, “You're gonna be in Section D, just like usual. The holes have been drilled inside, so go ahead and put those support beams in.”

“Gotcha...”

Waving her hand at him, she quickly took a detour to the trailer containing the crew's lockers, where she removed her jacket and stuffed it inside her own. Around her was the musky smell of men; he fellow construction workers who had already come and gone. She was the only female among them, something that did not go unnoticed by Titania.

She thought – she hoped – that this place would be different from what she was used to. That's what she heard, anyway. Jobs were a plenty down in Document City, a place that seemed to always have need for someone like her. Someone big and strong, who could easily handle a lot of materials. And with the city having a near 50/50 split of humans and beastkin – a rarity, in all honesty – she thought she'd be able to find people like her. Big, strong girls, ones who wouldn't leave her feeling so...

Lonely...

But of course, she got her hopes up. When she came to Tarmac Constructions to get a job, she realized that – yet again – she was the only beastkin of her size and stature. There was no one else like her, and if there were, she couldn't find any of them. It was just Titania, all alone.

Again...

But, hey, at least the guys here were nice about it. All her fellow construction workers quickly took her in as one of their own, and didn't treat her any differently from the guys. They laughed, teased one another, shared meals and stories, and she was among them; laughing along, teasing along, eating and talking... but she wasn't sure if this was just a mask she wore to be 'one of the guys', or if she was being honest with herself. Why? Because there were plenty things she didn't share, and not just because they were obviously personal. She didn't want to be just 'one of the guys', she wanted to have a...

Fri... end...

Ah! How childish of her. What? Is she 26 or 6? Who cares if there's no other big, burly woman to have as a 'gal pal' or whatever? She had a job to do, and dammit, she was going to do it! Those support beams weren't going to place themselves in, were they!?

Emerging from the employee trailer, Titania put her hardhat on, and started making way for section D. It was away in the back, being a larger area which was going to be the space for an even larger store. Upon emerging, she performed her usual duties of counting her materials, making sure everything was where they needed to be, and then getting a move on. Support beams and holes; now she had to make a good base before drilling their large nails in.

Titania knew well what to do. She had the support base set up for the beams, and was finally getting over to her industrial drill and nails. But as she got her hands on her things...

“Huh... wow... she's huge...”

She heard voices call from the distance.

Looking up from under her hat, she stared over to the chain link fence nearby. Naturally, there were always plenty of people walking by, from dozens to even hundreds on a busy day. Most of the time, she couldn't hear any of the things they were saying. They were having thousands of conversations, and with the construction equipment droning on, she'd be lucky if she could hear herself think, let alone hear what others were saying! But maybe this morning, the universe decided she needed to hear what these pedestrians were saying. Because... boy... did she hear them.

“I've never seen someone so big before,” muttered one of them, some human guy she surmised, “She's bigger than a horse.”

“Won't you shut up, Jeremy?” replied who Titania assumed was the doe at his side, “Jeeze, how old are you, twelve? Don't you know it's impolite to stare! Although...” then she looked at her, “She is really big. She reminds me of my uncle Conway!”

There it was again. The looks, the whispers, the murmurs. Everyone just couldn't help but to take notice of her height and size, huh? Just hearing them made Titania fume, though she looked visibly calm. The two who commented on her size didn't even notice the fact that she was looking directly at them!

DRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNN!!!

Is it possibly to drive in a screw angrily? If it was, well, Titania certainly was doing it!

Her hands on her drill, she uprooted solid concrete as she pushed the drill through the divot of her support base. The sound of her driller screamed through the air with enough strength to make the two run away, less they suffer some sort of ear-based injury. That was usually enough to get them running – such as right now – while she stood there, her teeth in a snarling visage as she worked and worked and worked.

Many of her fellow co-workers asked why she didn't join them at a bar whenever they were done drinking. They could head out, unwind, and shoot the shit for a few hours, before heading back home. And a part of Titania wanted to. She so desperately wanted to make friends.

But these eyes. These damn eyes. How they took note of her size, and only her size. They always seemed to ignore the fact that she wasn't just some big bovine, but was a person. Ironic then that this great size of hers, made her feel so... lesser.

Boys can be big, right? It's not just expected, but desired that a man is huge. A big man, yes! But what about a big woman? They certainly aren't given as much love as their slimmer, smaller, more petite counterparts. She'd been growing the moment she got out of her mother's womb, and she only stopped when she turned eighteen. Imagine going to high school standing well over seven feet tall.

Actually, don't imagine going to high school when standing well over seven feet. Maybe you can if you're a guy, but not as a girl.

The frustrations she felt continued to build, no matter how much she tried to swallow it in. This was not good for her blood pressure – she knew that – but that didn't change how annoying this was! Again, she was more than just a big body! She was a... a... a...

DRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNN!!!

Click!

NRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrnnn...!

The drill ceased its turning, shutting itself off as Titania stood up straight. That was one drill down; time to move on to the other. But when she looked over her shoulder to where she kept her screws and nails, she suddenly found herself face to face with someone else. Or, well, more accurately, face to the space over his head. Not his fault, really; she was taller than damn near everyone.

But, uh, who was this guy who was standing between her and her screws? He was a human, and while he may have been of modest height compared to other humans, that only meant he came up to her chest when standing before one another like this. His hair was brown and cut clean, giving him this smart aura; like someone who was more comfortable behind a desk than he was on a construction site like this. He was even wearing slacks and a button up shirt, as oppose to more appropriate attire, like a sweat shirt and jeans, or overalls.

But, wait, she's seen this guy before. Yeah, she's seen him often, no less! He was often there in the foreman's trailer whenever she went inside. Whether it be in the morning or in the evening when she was getting off from work, he was there. Always in the corner, toiling behind his computer screen.

Right! He was Foreman Tarmac's secretary! Gotta say, he wasn't some cute girl like most secretaries seem to be, but she wasn't complaining. Having some cute, young, slender thing would only remind Titania of how out of place she was!

But uh... that didn't explain exactly why he was here. What? Had something happened? Did the foreman want to talk to her? What even was his name?

“Um... you...” muttered the cow as she pointed at him, “You... you're Foreman Tarmac's secretary, right? Uhhh... did you...” she raised an eyebrow, “Did you want to talk to me or somethin'? Oh... does the foreman want to talk to me?”

But the man didn't answer, not right away. He just looked her up and down, which made Titania pull back in a confused manner. What was this guy's issue? He was looking at her like a man on a mission, but he didn't say anything! Maybe she should try punching him; that usually got others to stop bothering her... for obvious reasons.

But the man... he stepped forward... then he took another step forward... and another... and another... and another! He didn't stop until the space between them was tight, where he looked over her big chest to stare at her confused face. Seriously, she was thiiiiiiiiis close to punching his lights out!

That's when he said...

“WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME!?!?!?”

Well now... of all the things she expected him to say, that was certainly the last of them.

Titania flinched and pulled back, taken aback by this man and his sudden outburst. For a moment she thought this was a joke, and came ever closer to outright punching him. He wasn't one of the boys on the construction zone; he was a pencil pusher! He didn't have the right to taunt and tease her like the others did!

But this man didn't balk at her, didn't even flinch. Instead he seemed to realize how sudden and abrupt his question may have been. So he closed his eyes and took in a deep deep breath... and then he let it out, his eyes reopening where he appeared serious and professional. That... didn't make Titania feel any better. Instead of coming off as being strange, he now looked a bit stiff; like he was asking for her business information, and not asking her out for a date.

“I'm... sorry,” he apologized, “I didn't mean to shout it out like that. I've... heh... I just thought you would have appreciated it more if I was blunt and honest. So... um... l-let me try again! My name's Jacob Warner. I... I'm Foreman Tarmac's secretary. I've um... I've...” he blushed, his eyes looking away as he sheepishly scratched at the back of his head, “I've been noticing you quite a bit lately, and... um... I was just wondering if you'd like to go out with me sometime.”

That was way better than just outright blurting his question out... but that didn't leave Titania feeling any less bewildered. This guy – the foreman's secretary – was.... asking her out? This wasn't a joke, was it? If it was, then he certainly didn't act like it! He appeared to be just as embarrassed by the question as she was!

But there's a difference! Titania didn't like feeling embarrassed! It may make her appear meek and docile for a moment, but that's all; just a moment! Then she gets all stiff and angry... such as right now!

Now it was Titania who marched towards this man – Jacob – making him look up towards her. She towered over him, like a monolith before a monkey. He had to lean his head back to gaze upon her shear size! But when her shadow was cast upon him and he felt the full weight of her overbearing eyes, it was not fear Jacob felt. Yes, his heart was racing, and yes, he could feel himself tensing up, but he wasn't frightened by her. No...

He was excited.

“If Curly put you up to this, tell him I'm gonna kick his ass,” Titania growled, though Jacob shook his head.

“No, no, it's not a joke or a prank or anything,” he said as he shook his head, “I'm... I'm being serious here. Your name is Titania, right? Again, I'm Jacob Warner and... I'm being serious here. Would you like to go out? I know this great place downtown where we can eat at, and... um...”

This time, he was the one who was blushing. Closing his eyes, he visibly cringed at how awkward his proposal was. He was trying to ask her out, but it was clear he had little experience in actually doing so. Even Titania looked at him in a confused manner her hands on he hips and her head cocked to one side.

What was going on here?

“Okay... uh... l-let me try it one more time,” said Jacob as he looked up at Titania, an affable smile on his lips, “Would you like to go out with me sometime? There's a restaurant downtown called Agnea's Bistro... I would like to take you there. I-if you'd like.”

Titania looked Jacob up and down, still being incredulous to his claims that he just wanted to go out with her. No, no, there had to be something more to it than that! This guy was asking her out? Like, really asking her out? This had to be a prank! What guy would want to go out with a girl as big as her!?

Her fists on her hips, Titania leaned forward, coming face to face with Jacob. He looked back, sweating a bit under the intense glare of the bovine's eyes. And such brilliant amber eyes they were. They dominating his field of view... well... that and the incredible amounts of cleavage she was sporting in that shirt of hers. Even with her overalls on, he could gaze beyond them to see the plunging cleavage of her sweatshirt.

So... fucking... huge!

Titania had never seen a man look this way at her. They were usually put off by her height. But this guy? He was blushing like some schoolboy! Was this further a joke at her expense? She utterly refused that someone – anyone – could find this towering body of hers attractive. This had to be a joke, it just had to be.

But a joke or not... hm... a meal at a restaurant does sound nice. She wouldn't mind sitting down and enjoying a nice steak somewhere, especially compared to all the takeout Chinese meals she's been having as of late!

Still, she remained abrasive to a point. If they really were going to eat out, they were going to eat on her terms! The last thing she wanted to do was make a fool of herself! But making a fool of him? That's a bit different.

“Okay... I'll bite,” she replied whilst leaning straight up again, “You wanna take me out on a date somewhere, right? Fine. We can... but on the condition that I drive us there. I don't want to take a bus, or the train, or your car. We go there on my Harley, got it?”

“You're... Harley?” Jacob replied before happily smiling at her, “That sounds great!”

“Glk!?”

That... wasn't the response she expected to get! He didn't even try to argue against it! He just accepted her conditions! So not only was he asking her out, but he was okay riding on her motorcycle with her? Again, she had to ask, what is up with this guy!?

He honestly looked happy to have made it this far.

“Okay... um... well then...” muttered Titania as she crossed her arms beneath her bosom, “That's... that's good then... ahem...!”

She looked away for a few moments, struggling to think of what to say next. This was only exacerbated when she looked back at Jacob to see his still smiling face look back up at her. It made her flinch, then cough sheepishly, wondering what to do next. Was it shameful to say that she's never been in this position before?

“O-okay, I get it,” muttered Titania as she dismissively wave her hand, “You want to go out on a date, right? So... when will that be, huh? Friday? Saturday?”

“I've looked over the schedule of everyone here,” replied Jacob, “So I know that you have Saturdays off. So... will that work? Or would you prefer a different day?”

“No... no, no,” she shook her head, “Saturday works fine for me... I... I guess...” she shrugged her shoulders, “We can meet here if you'd like? In the parking lot, sometime... well... sometime around six? Does that work for you?”

“Sometime around six...?” replied Jacob, who began smiling in a warm manner, “That sounds great. Perfect even.”

“Well then... ahem... g-good...”

What the hell was going on here? Why did Titania feel so... awkward? She was fidgeting in place! Shit, now she was the blushing schoolgirl! Rrrgggh! Just thinking about it annoyed her, but when she looked back at Jacob, she still saw this warm smile on his face.

She was embarrassed and confused about what to do, while Jacob was anything but! His heart was thumping with excitement, already racing with thoughts about what to do in the future and the oncoming date. Meeting here on Saturday sometime around six? Yes, this was perfect! He was going to bring his A-game for this!

Titania meanwhile...

“Okay, okay! Get moving!” snapped the big bovine as he placed her hand on his shoulder, pushing him away, “I still have work to do here! So move... move!”

“I-I'm moving!”

Titania was still stiff and abrasive to the whole idea, but Jacob was a beaming fool. Even as he was pushed away, he kept smiling with giddy excitement, while she fiddled with her hair in a state of hesitance. A part of her even remained skeptical, still believing this was a joke put on him by a fellow co-worker. She was going to ring Curly up by his ankles later on, and only show up if this wasn't a prank.

Of which, the chances were slim. Seriously, why would a guy randomly show up and ask her out of people? That's just... bizarre!

But even with those thoughts in her head, Titania lingered there, watching as Jacob walked off. Humoring the situation for a moment, she pondered herself as she thought about this supposed date. What did she do to Jacob that attracted him? Clearly, attraction had to play some role in him asking her out. It's not like they knew each other beyond the fact that they worked in the same place, and even then, they occupied completely separate roles! So why? Why would he ask her out of all people?

Saturday. Saturday? Saturday. She'd get her answers on Saturday. That's what dates are like anyway, right? You talk to and learn about the person you're dating? Spend time with them, and all that jazz? That's what every television show she's ever seen has taught her. Assuming this isn't a joke, she was going to grill Jacob alive and get down to the bottom of... all of this!

All of this...

“HEY! TITANIA! WE GOT WORK, YA'KNOW!!!” someone shouted, making her tense up.

“I'M WORKIN', I'M WORKIN'!” she shouted back.

DRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNN!!!

…

A date? A date! A date!!! How does one go on a date!?

Jacob was a man who wore his face in a mask. Affable and kind though he may be, not many people actually knew this. Not to say that he looked mean or abrasive, but he did often times appear to be a bit indifferent... aloof even. It made him a somewhat difficult person to understand, not because he kept his feelings close to his chest, but because people thought he kept his feelings close to his chest.

In the middle of summer, even at night, the air could still be hot. Being the ever professional young man he is, Jacob walked down the street in his slacks and short sleeved shirt, his hands in his pants as his blue eyes gazed forward. Outwardly, he was calm and professional, looking like a businessman who just got off from work. But again, that was just the mask he wore to protect himself from the eyes of others. On the inside?

On the inside...

“Ggghh... how does one go on a date?” he muttered to himself.

He still couldn't believe he had enough courage to ask her out. It had been two days ago now, yet the memory was still fresh in his mind. What did she like to do when she was off? What did she like to eat? What was her favorite movie? Her favorite color? Her favorite song? All these questions and more he'd learn when he finally got the chance.

He wanted to learn everything about Titania.

Rounding the corner, Jacob looked ahead towards a familiar chain link fence, and a familiar sign outside of it. His heart began racing faster as he came closer, now seeing a familiar parking spot that was completely empty. Well... save for one spot.

There was a bike there; a Harley Davidson. It was a brilliant red, and its silver pieces had a shimmering, chrome finish to it. Whoever owned this bike really, really cared about it; he could tell from eyesight alone. And the person who owned it currently had her back to him.

She sat on the midsection of her motorcycle, her towering frame like a monument. She had jeans on her legs and a leather jacket on her shoulders, with a simple tank top on her chest. Her wild blonde hair flowed in the gentle wind of the night, and her head was turned up to the buildings surrounding her.

Titania couldn't believe she was here. She was so sure that this was a prank, that she really did threaten to punch Curly during the lunch break. But for as much of a comedian as he was, this wasn't a joke. She was really here, really waiting for her date to arrive.

Guh... just thinking about it made her fur ruffle a bit. She even plucked at her horns in an indecisive manner. This guy... this human guy who barely came up to her chest, had asked her out. She didn't talk to him first, didn't even know his name! But he still asked her out.

This wasn't just something she didn't think would happen. This was something that had never happened before in her life. No one has ever had the courage to ask her out! Jeeze, did that make her sound more pathetic? It certainly did in her own head!

But, hey, she may not be the most refined woman, might not even know romance well beyond what media tells her, but that does not mean Titania is a coward! She was going to enjoy this date with Jacob, and figure out what goes on in that tiny little head of his!

“Titania?”

“Gah!?”

Though maybe she should pay more attention to her surroundings...

Standing up from her bike, the towering cow turned around to face Jacob, who was suddenly standing behind her. His eyes were wide as he drank in her image, while she appeared somewhat shaken. She was expecting him to show up in a car or something, not to just be... behind her! What, did he take a bus or something?

“Jacob... you're here,” she said, her deep voice thumping into his ears, “Where's your car... you do drive, don't you? Or... is Tarmac not paying you enough to get a car?”

“No, no... I have a car,” he answered, “It's just that... you said you were going to drive me to our date, right? I didn't want to leave my car just hanging out here. Besides...” he then sheepishly scratched the back of his head as an embarrassed smile appeared on his lips, “I kinda needed to... steel my nerves as I walked here. I haven't been on a date since high school.”

“Mrgr...”

His response and the face he wore, made Titania cross her arms. Why did he need to work up his nerves? Wasn't he the one who asked her out? But, fine, whatever; he needed to work up his nerves for this date. Well, what did that leave for her?

“Is... something wrong?” Jacob asked, to which Titania shook her head.

“No, no... not me,” she answered, “Just uh... hah... just...” she dismissively waved her hand, “Never mind; it's nothing. Let's just get on to where we're going...” then she cocked her head at him, “Where are we going? What was that place you talked about? Agnea's Bistro?”

“Yeah, yeah! Agnea's Bistro! It's on the south side of the city,” he answered, “It's an Italian restaurant, and a really good one too. I've had business luncheons there before.”

“Business luncheons...?” Titania muttered back.

Jeeze, that sounded way too dignified for a cow like her. She couldn't even imagine what a business luncheon would look like! Just a bunch of stuffy dudes in suits, no doubt. Just hearing it further beat it Titania's head that they shouldn't be here together.

They were from different worlds.

But again, Titania is not a coward! She was going to enjoy this date, dammit!

“Okay, climb aboard,” said the cow as she swung her leg over her motorcycle and pulled out her keys, “Tell me where we're headin', and I'll get us there.”

“This is... your bike...?” said Jacob as he approached it tentatively.

“What? Do you think I stole it?” she asked whilst looking over her shoulder towards him.

“Of course not! I just uh... I just... heh...” he placed his hand on its back, his hand gently stroking upon its curvature, “I'm... just a bit impressed is all. I haven't seen a bike this gorgeous in a while.”

Titania raised her eyebrow at Jacob, reading his enthralled face as he drank in the image of her bike. It was a low-rider type of motorcycle, with its handle bars high and its seat low. For someone of her height and caliber however, the low seat was probably a necessity. Its cherry-red color with its chrome-silver accent marks, made the bike feel both vintage and new at the same time... but it had a sticker on its chassis. And, no, this sticker was not of the Harley-Davidson insignia. This sticker was a flag. The--

“Canadian flag...?” muttered Jacob, “This... this flag...” he then looked up at her, “Titania... are you from Canada?”

“Is that a problem?” she asked, a slight growl in her voice, though again, Jacob shook his head. In fact, he grinned at her.

“Of course not,” he said gleefully, “Hah! This date hasn't even started yet, but I'm already learning about you? I'm excited to learn more!”

His words weren't in jest; Titania could see the excitement on his face. He smiled, no, he beamed at her, making the big bovine huff deeply, and puff out her chest. She was trying to be tough and abrasive, but Jacob was working down her defenses. She couldn't stay tightly wound around him forever.

“Alright, get on,” she said as she made space for him on her bike, “Since you're takin' me out on this date, I hope you don't mind holdin' onto this big body of mine.”

“Oh... I don't mind... I don't mind one bit...”

Thank the heavens she wasn't looking at him. If she was, he would've seen the red blush painted across her face. It's one thing to be seen as some sort of freak due to her large size; she was used to that, even if it did frustrate her. But to be praised for having a big body? This was a bit different. This was more... unique.

Saying not a word, Jacob joined Titania on her back. Since it had been made for her by her, it was easily capable of holding such a big, beautiful bovine up. But it was also comfortable enough to hold him as he pressed his chest up to her back. Then he reached out, his hands wrapping around her waist to grip upon her hips.

It was close. It was very close. Titania was not used to being this close with anyone save for a family member, and obviously, none of them had ever grabbed her in such a way. But despite being new to such touches, that didn't mean she disliked them. Sure, they made her feel slightly uncomfortable... but she kind of liked this discomfort. Odd, isn't it? But there's a word for it. What is that word?

Like... having butterflies in her stomach.

Shaking her head, Titania dismissed these thoughts and then plugged her keys into her bike's ignition. With a twist it came to life, with a turn of the throttle it roared, and then after kicking up its stand, the minotaura began driving off.

This... felt more like it. Taking to the streets on her bike, bobbing and weaving through cars at an ever increasing speed, Titania felt more comfortable with herself. So comfortable in fact, she almost forgot she was with someone else!

Almost...

Let's face it, it's kind of hard to ignore a person when they're clinging to your body. Doubly so when their holding on so tight. Jacob was a modest man by human standards, but he had a surprising strength to him. He held tightly upon her body, his head resting against her back, and his arms clinching tight around her waist. He could feel her strong body, especially since the muscle shirt she wore didn't come down to cover her midriff. That meant that, yes, he could feel her abs.

Her strong, chiseled, powerful, abs.

They were smooth like stone, yet hard like steel. He didn't mean too, but his fingers inadvertently stroked and rubbed upon her stomach, getting a feel for it. Fur pressed back to his fingers and palms, being just as rough and strong as her personality. This only further endeared Jacob to the woman that is Titania.

Perhaps he was too endeared; he didn't realize time was moving by so quickly!

Drifting down the roads of Document City, it did not take long for the duo to arrive at their destination. Agnea's Bistro was a popular restaurant in the city, one that was elevated by its divine atmosphere. Its architecture was opulent and regal, with white marble walls and columns that stood outside of it. This feeling was only intensified when heading inside, with its marble floors and wooden furnishes. There were even gods emblazoned upon the walls, mostly that of Dionysus, the god of wine.

Standing before such awe-inspiring beauty, had the opposite effect on Titania. Instead of feeling amazement or wonder, the minotaura felt belittled. This place was so elegant and refined, with most people inside wearing dress suits and pants. Meanwhile, here she is in her leather jacket and jeans. Her sweatshirt didn't even come down to her stomach!

And who even wears a sweatshirt on a date anyway!? This was attire more befit a bar or pub; not a high-class restaurant like this.

Visibly cringing at herself, the towering cow even wondered if she should just drop it all and cut this date short. But when she looked over at Jacob, he stared back at her with a smile on his lips. It was calming and disarming, causing her to let out a deep and relaxing breath.

Yeah... maybe she was jumping the gun here a bit...

Standing by, she watched and listened as Jacob handled their seating. He had already made a reservation for them, meaning upon their arrival they were quickly ushered to a corner booth of the restaurant, sitting near a window. And when they did sit down... ah... the extreme difference in their height was quickly exacerbated. Seriously, she needed to hunch over a little bit due to him – and the table – being so much smaller. It made him chuckle, but not because he was laughing at her, more that he was laughing at the situation.

“Is everything okay?” he asked.

“It's... fine...” she replied, “I'm used to this, so... haaaaah... just a problem you have when you're as big as I am.”

“I wish I could make things more comfortable for you,” Jacob remarked as he smiled at her, “If it's any consolation, I like this height of yours. It makes you very imposing. I... heh... I've never seen a girl like you before.”

“So, what, I'm exotic to you?” she asked with her head cocked to one side and arms crossed, “Is that why you asked me out?”

Jacob chuckled.

“Admittedly... yeah,” he answered bluntly, “You came in to talk to the foreman one day, and I hadn't met any of the workers yet. So you were visually amazing. Just so tall and imposing and... heh... I just wanted to sit down with you and talk, but I was afraid to do so. It took me a while to work up the courage to ask you out, which is why I screamed it like I did. I tried working up the nerve before but... I always chickened out.”

“You chickened out...? Why?” asked Titania, making him cock his head.

“Why wouldn't I?” he answered, “Have you... seen yourself? You're... striking, Titania. So tall and strong. You can do the work of several men by yourself, and even machines struggle to keep up with you. I... heh...” he blushed and looked away, “I was afraid you were going to turn me down. I even expected it. But... I couldn't let that fear stop me.”

He looked back, his face still bashful... where he saw an equally as bashful face on Titania. It took Jacob by surprise; was she embarrassed? If so... by what? Had he said something to offend already?

Titania wasn't ignorant of her own face. In fact, it annoyed her with how embarrassed she was. The thing is... no one had ever called her 'striking' before. She was used to being called less flattering things like big... large... huge... but never 'striking'. And that word – that powerful word – made Titania tense up.

“You're not... used to being praised like that, are you?” Jacob asked, having noticed this shift in her.

“Was it obvious?” she asked back, “I've never been called strikin' before. Sounds like somethin' out of a movie or a play or somethin'...” she leaned in, her head cocked to one side, “Do ya really think I'm... strikin'?”

“I wouldn't have said it if I didn't think it was true,” he replied, drawing a soft, shy smile to her lips.

Titania closed her eyes, though her smile did not fade. This conversation made her feel a bit silly. Why was she getting so flummoxed by his human guy? Technically, there was no difference between him and the other guys at the construction zone. Only, they weren't talking casually during a lunch break. This was a date, right? So she should try and maximize their time together. What do they do on dates? Talk and learn about one another? So...

“Okay... I'll ask a question, and you answer. Is that fine?” Titania asked.

“If only I can ask a question, and you answer it back,” Jacob replied with a smirk.

Now she was smirking, finding his response to be both annoying and appealing. Alright, let's see what this little man is all about!

“Did you go to college?” she asked.

“Uh-huh. I went to college in Willington Community College,” he answered.

“Willington... Community College...?” she muttered, “What's... where's that at?”

“Willington? It's up north,” he replied, “It's a larger city than Document, and it gets really cold up there. Speaking of which...” his eyes leered in at her, “With the Canadian flag on your bike, and your words... I'm just going to confirm that you're not from around here. Are you from Canada?”

“I suppose I wasn't tryin' to hide it all too well,” she replied, “Though only a few people have had the courage to just ask me. But... you're right, Jacob; I'm not from Document City. I was born and grew up in a small town in Canada. We had a lot of trees and stuff around, so almost everyone worked at a lumber mill, myself included when I turned eighteen. Guessin' I ain't much of a book smart cow compared to you, Mr. College man.”

“A lumber mill...? Wow...” Jacob replied, surprising Titania, “I've never been to one before... never even seen one except in media. What's... what was it like?”

The minotaura looked at him with her head cocked, confused by Jacob's words. He was curious to her job in a lumber mill? Like, genuinely curious? Reading his eyes, she could see the wonder within him. To her, the old lumber mill was just that; an old lumber mill that her people had worked in for generations. But to Jacob, it was something exotic.

A lumber mill... it was far different from the cold humdrum of city life.

“Well... a lumber mill is... a lumber mill,” replied Titania as she struggled to explain it, “We cut down trees... bring them into a big factory, then our saw blade cuts up the tree trunks into smaller logs. And then we cut them up into even smaller logs depending on what's necessary, then we ship 'em out. We've been doin' it for decades now.”

“Oooooh... well... I can see why you're so strong!” Jacob said as a beaming smile appeared on his lips.

“Do you... like how strong I am?” asked Titania, “It's not unsightly to you or anything... is it?”

“Absolutely not!” he said as he shook his head, “I mean... why would it be? You can do things no one else can. I... I honestly wish I could be that strong, but... heh... I'm just a human. Meanwhile, everyone calls you Minotaura! I wish I had a cool nickname like that.”

“Cool... nickname...?”

“You... you don't like your size, do you?” Jacob asked point-blank, “I've noticed it before. You seem to really pay attention to the eyes of others. And with the way you responded to me calling you striking, I can only assume that...” he shook his head, “You're not used to it.”

“Is that your college degree talkin'?” Titania replied, only to look away and frown slightly, “But... eh... guessin' you're right. My size has never been very... um... appealin' to others. Maybe for work related reasons, but certainly for nothin' else. Like... men are supposed to be big. They're supposed to be huge and strong and mighty and all that. But where I grew up, not so much. At least, not with the other kids around my age. I used to get bullied a lot for my size and strength, and I really couldn't fight back without puttin' someone in the hospital...”

“You've... put someone in the hospital?”

“Only once!” she replied, “And I apologized a lot for it! I swear I did!”

“It's okay, it's okay!” Jacob replied as he laughed, “I'm not mad about it, I'm just impressed, I guess. I don't want to get punched by the likes of you. Um... if I may, Titania,” he extended his hand, “Can I see your arm?”

The cow looked at him, her head cocked as she read his affable smile. What did he want to see her arm for? It's not like she distrusted him or anything, she just found it to be an odd request. Regardless, she extended her arm, giving it to him. And for a moment, he hesitated... then reached out to meet her.

Gently his hands touched her hand and forearm where he gently stroked his fingers along its curvature. A genuine gasp of amazement left his lips as his fingers brushed along her arm, feeling the definition, and the power within. But he wasn't pleased with just her forearm, and quickly guided his hands up to her biceps above. Again he gasped in awe of her musculature, enthralled by the incredible power infused within her very being.

And Titania sat there... watching him. No one had ever taken such awe with her body before, and certainly not her arms. He stroked his fingers along her arm like a sculptor refines their piece. At first, it made the big bovine feel embarrassed. But then she started to shake. It was slight ruminations – you probably wouldn't notice it – but they still traveled through her body.

She was getting a bit... hot...

“Jacob... do you like a strong woman?” Titania asked.

“I... I'd be lying if I said I didn't,” he replied, a somewhat sheepish smile on his face, “I know I may look boring. Heck, I may even sound boring... but I have an appreciation of women of your caliber. Rare though they may be.”

“Hmm...”

Again, his response was genuine. And even if she didn't want to believe him, his touches were honest as well. Just the way he touched her arm, exploring it like it was a new and unknown treasure, made Titania's fur stand up on end. She wanted to say something in response, but the words failed to leave her. So instead...

“Did you... want to see more?”

It took Jacob a few moments to react to her words, but once he did, he looked up at her with his eyes wide. His mind wasn't playing tricks on him, right? He did hear what he thought he heard... right? The face Titania wore seemed to confirm it; she was blushing furiously.

Was she...?

“Yes,” he answered, “I'd love to see more.”

For a few moments there was silence. And then...

“Welcome to Agnea's Bistro! Can I start you two off with drinks?”

…

So this was Titania's apartment, eh? It was big. That's not too surprising though, is it?

How Jacob got here, he didn't know. Things just moved so fast between them. They ate dinner, they spoke a bit more, but once Titania offered to show him more, that's all that has been on his mind. Everything after that was pretty much a blur. He hadn't even payed enough attention to know where they were going, not until they arrived. And when they arrived...

“Just uh... put your jacket here,” said Titania as she tapped her coat rack, “And... I guess you can sit on my couch.”

Oh, heavens... she brought a guy to her apartment! Why did she do that!? She didn't think things would progress this far! And yet here they were, in her apartment... alone! She wasn't even drunk! So why? Why was she doing this?

Because that fucking heat! It was still inside of her, still taunting her. She felt good when Jacob touched her, and dammit, she wanted to experience more of his touch. So if it leads to this, then... at least she'd get to feel it for a little while longer.

“Remember... I'm just showin', okay?” Titania said as she wagged her finger in Jacob's face, “So I don't want you gettin' hyperactive like some child, got it?”

“I understand,” Jacob said, his heart thumping in his chest, “And I won't betray that!”

“You had better not!” she warned as she pulled back, her hand balling into a fist, “Or else you'll be the one headin' to the hospital.”

Considering her size and strength, that wasn't just an idle threat, but a straight up warning. So why did that make Jacob's chest thump even faster? He really did have a thing for big, strong women, didn't he?

Here alone in Titania's apartment, he sat in awe of the bovine as she stood before him in her living room. The apartment wasn't the largest, but it was more than spacious enough to hold her and her captive audience. But for as comfortable as her home made her be – and despite this being her idea – Titania was suddenly feeling stage freight. It was just her and him but... was she really about to do this?

She kept trying to psyche herself out, kept trying to talk herself out of doing something like this... but she never actually did. How could she when he was looking up at her with those wide blue eyes of his? It imbued within Titania a certain sense of courage, one that was unique. She'd never felt like this before. What was the word she was thinking of?

Somehow, Jacob's gaze made her feel... sexy. Yes, that's it; she felt sexy. And it wasn't until now that Titania realized she had never felt sexy before.

Standing before him, she kept her hands on her hips and her eyes locked on his, reading his face as she fumbled with her thoughts. Shit, what should she do now? He was just sitting there and she was just standing; how do these things go? Oh, right, she needed to, ya'know, take off her clothes.

Oh shit...

But despite her face being so red it could replace a police siren, Titania actually began to move. Her lips forming into a kooky smile, the cow gripped her leather jacket by the hem, and then slowly began pulling it off of her head.

For a moment she stood there, rigid and still like a statue as her eyes read Jacob's face. He was still enthralled, still sitting there as if witnessing the greatest of show. Damn, that put a fire in her engine! So she kept going.

Dropping her hands down, Titania gripped the hem of her sweatshirt, and then slowly pulled it up over her head. Slooooowwwwwwlllyyyyy. Jacob thought it was because she was putting on a show for him. In reality, she was just that apprehensive. Inch by inch her shirt traveled up, revealing more of her beautiful, bulky body. The musculature on display was downright oppressive; you'd need a tank to even think about taking her down!

But then came her breasts. So big, so large, so busty, so firm. When her shirt came to the tops of her chest, Jacob came face to face with her bra. It wasn't anything special; just a basic bra one could find anywhere. And yet it was somehow capable of holding up Titania's massive tits! What were the wires made of in that thing? Tungsten steel?

Jacob didn't hesitate to gaze longingly upon Titania's tits. So big and large, they rose with her every breath, and dominated his field of view. His face too was as red as a tomato, wondering if he was staring too hard. Thankfully, with him looking so hard at her breasts, he couldn't see the cow's face as it too was incredibly red.

Was this a good thing or a bad thing?

Unveiling herself – her body – to this man, both imbued Titania with a sense of wonder and dread. She couldn't believe she was doing this! But that never stopped her. If anything, it spurned her! Dropping her hands down, she gripped her jeans, which were so tight they flaunted her curves. For a moment she hesitated... before unbuckling her belt and unzipping her pants, the sounds of which bounced off her apartment walls.

Her pants grew loose... but then she pulled them down her hips and legs, with Jacob's eyes dropping to match. Bit by bit those pants slid down, unveiling her wide hips, and her powerful legs. Powerful... powerful... powerful legs. They made him shiver with delight as the raw, amazonian shapes and curves were unveiled before his greedy little eyes. And the panties she wore... heh... they were a lot like her bra; basic and nothing special, but they got the job done.

This all took only, what, a few seconds? And yet it felt like Titania had been standing here before him for an hour! She was fuming at the cheeks as her half-naked body was free to be ogled and gazed upon. Her broad shoulders, her wide hips, her busty tits; all of it was only covered lightly by her bra and panties, with absolutely nothing else on! She even gritted her teeth as she stood there, her eyes closed as barely restrained fidgets ruminated through her body.

Funny that; Jacob saw her as some sort of idol. Titania saw herself as some sort of fool. But when he asked--

“Can I touch you?”

She flinched.

Gazing down upon his face, she saw the wonder and amazement in his eyes. He was breathing softly, desiring nothing more than to feel her body beneath his hand. It was like in the restaurant, but instead of it just being her arm, it would be all of her. What did she say before? That she was just showing? Well, she was just showing... unless he asked. If he asked, well...

“S-sure... you can... you can touch me or whatever...”

Then she fell like a deck of cards.

Jacob reached out for Titania, his movements hesitant but still courageous. This amazing body... he was allowed to touch this amazing body.

“Aah...”

“Oooh...”

The first touch was appropriately tepid. He placed one hand on Titania's hip, and the other hand on her side. He could feel the firm touch of her body beneath, recognizing the power she had within every fiber of her being. This raw strength was dripping with the ability to crush his head like a grape if she so willed it. But again, that only enthralled him more to her. His palms ran up and down her sides and hips, exploring her curvature and strength, even giving a few squeezes here and there. But like with her arm before, Titania's body was so strong that these squeezes barely bent flesh. It was like he was groping stones!

Smooth... flawless... erotic stones...

But of course, he wanted to do more than just idly grope her sides and hips. Bringing his hands around, he began kneading and running his hands along her belly, marveling at the abs she had on her stomach. Each one was chiseled to perfection, making him wish Titania was lot like her fellow construction workers, and went topless more often than not. Of course, with her breasts that would be difficult, but she could wear a croptop at work, right? Just imagine her body dripping with sweat, glistening in the sunlight as she performed her duties!

Well... only in his dreams.

But, right, her breasts. Her huge, firm, busty, breasts. Bringing his gaze up, Jacob came face to face with them as they pushed towards his head. As thoughts of laying against her tits filled his mind, his hands raised up towards them. Then he stopped himself for one moment... two moments... three moments... before...

“Aahh?”

His hands pressed to the underside of Titania's tits, lifting them... or, well, trying to lift them. These breasts weren't just big, they were fucking heavy! And yet, with the way the big bovine carried herself, you'd never notice it. She was never inhibited by her chest, never even slowed down! If her bra was made from tungsten, then what was her spine made of? Vibranium?

Jacob tried to squeeze her tits, but that's the word; he tried. Like the rest of her body, there was barely any bend in her powerful form. It made him shiver down to his core! But then his hands slipped around towards Titania's back, his fingers brushing along the hooks of her bra... only to stop.

“M... may I?” he asked. Titania swallowed hard.

“Go ahead...”

He fiddled momentarily with the hooks of her bra, but after a few moments that felt like an eternity...

Fwip...

It grew loose upon Titania's tits... and then fell off completely.

Pulling back, Jacob got a wide and unabashed view of the minotaura's body. Her breasts weren't just busty, weren't just firm, they had such big, puffy areola as well. And her nipples? So long and pink and hard; like towers jutting from her chest! Jacob was completely enthralled, while Titania was completely embarrassed!

He was staring at her tits so fucking hard! She knew boys liked breasts, but come on! Did he have to stare at her like the sun was exploding!? It made Titania shiver in place, her mouth opening to say something, but no words actually came out. So she fiddled with her hair momentarily, while Jacob moved in.

What did she say before? That if he acted like a hyperactive child, she was going to send him to the hospital? Well, that warning seemed to have been forgotten by Jacob, as his desires exploded. He didn't care if she punched him or not; didn't care if this night ended with him in some hospital bed. He was going to take this chance right--

“Mmmf!”

“Aah!?”

Now!

Leaning in, Jacob pressed his face against Titania's chest, feeling her firm mounds press back. The pleasure he felt was indescribable! Her fur felt amazing against his flesh, drawing him to rub against her more and more. Hands wrapping around her body, Jacob hugged himself into her tits, completely sandwiching his head, and causing her to heat up further. Did guys really like doing this? She wanted to push him away – and she could easily do it – but she never did.

She just stood there...

“Nmmph...”

For a moment, Titania kept her hands on her hips as Jacob smothered himself in her tits. But then she raised her hands and placed them upon his back, ushering more of his head against her. It felt... nice to be desired in such a way. This big body which only garnered looks of displeasure at best, was now being lavished with attention. And for as embarrassed as it made her feel, the minotaura could not deny that it also felt good.

That heat in her belly drove her to touch Jacob back, her hands pressing upon his shirt and shoulders. This shirt... hey, this was kinda unfair, wasn't it? She was standing here in nothing but her panties, while he was still in his shirt and pants! She would not stand for it!

“Alright, alright!” said Titania as she pulled his face from her tits, “Hey! Take this off!”

“Take this...?” muttered Jacob before looking down, “Oh... right... um...”

It's not like Titania was going to take a 'no' for an answer... but, he wasn't going to give her one either. Quickly, Jacob undid the buttons of his shirt and pulled it off, revealing his chest to her. He was modest by human standards... though 'modest' doesn't really compare to the amazonian power Titania had. It made him blush standing before such a powerful woman, but she was blushing too.

So this is what a human looks like without their shirt on? Of course, she's seen it in media, but there's a difference between a movie screen and real life. It was sleek, his flesh so spongy. Placing her palms upon him, was like rubbing a fruit. That's the best way she can describe it, anyway.

Oh... shit... now they were touching one another. While Jacob continued to explore and grope her chest, Titania kneaded and stroked his body. Together they took their time, drawing palms upon their bodies, learning unique things about them. But again, it was Jacob who took the next step.

His hands stroked around to the front of Titania's tits, rubbing her areola with her palms, then pinching her nipples with his fingers. She stiffened up a bit as his eyes locked in on those two pink towers, thumbing them like joysticks, before parting with a flick. And then – as he gazed long and hard at her nipples – he opened his drooling maw, moved in, and--

“Nomph!”

“Haaah... h-hey...!”

Eyes closed, Jacob wrapped his mouth around Titania's nipple, where he sucked on it gently... passionately. The hard sounds of his suckles echoed through her apartment, while his tongue lapped at her nipple, and drool oozed from his lips. He sucked on them nice and hard, while his hands groped at as much of her tits as he possibly could. A difficult task considering how big her breasts were, but Jacob had a lot of dedication.

So he groped, and he kneaded, and he suuuuuucked, all while Titania stood there, nuzzling more of his head against her. A soft sigh left her lips as her hands palmed the back of his head, coaxing more of this feeling from him and his hungry lips. This pleasure... she's played with herself before, but she's never had someone suckle from her tit like this. Cow though she may be, her breasts were dry, but Jacob didn't seem to care. He just kept suckling, harder and harder, more and more. And when he did pull back...

“Gaah...!”

He left Titania's tit lathered in drool. It glistened and glowed in the light of he apartment, but... ah... it was missing something. Or, more accurately, her other nipple was missing a spit-shine as well! So he opened his mouth and dove right in!

“Mmmph!”

“Gaah! Ooh... s-slow down!”

Her words fell on deaf ears. How could Jacob even think about taking it slow when he had her delicious tits in his face? Sucking, licking, and kissing them, made him hotter and hotter, and further spurned his tastes as he lapped at her nipple and areola alike. He only stopped so that he could gaze upon his handiwork, and drink in the image of her tits as they were lathered with his drool.

But he didn't stop there; he couldn't stop there. He began moving down, further and further. He licked and kissed away from the bovine's busty breasts, and instead traveled towards her stomach. Biting on her finger, Titania said not a word as Jacob knelt down before her stomach. No matter how big and strong she was, she could feel his every touch. It was like a feather that was toying with a giant.

“Nmmph...”

Titania's moans were low, but they were no less passionate. Tch... she couldn't even believe she was making them at all! These moans and groans, so deep and strong, were only heard by her during nighttime sessions. But now Jacob was hearing them, and that spurned him further.

His hands raised up, he framed her stomach with them, and traced his digits upon her abs. So strong and firm; they demanded to be marveled at, to be worshiped even. And Jacob? Well, he had no qualms doing both.

“Mmff... mmmfff... mmm!”

Again and again he planted kisses upon her stomach, feeling her firm abs press back against his lips. Each fluttering kiss made Titania shiver, and even nearly lose her footing! She'd never been treated so... daintily before! It was new and unique and... she liked it.

“Haaaah...”

Her deep, bovine-sounding moans grew even more numerous, telling Jacob everything he needed to know. It also spurned him, guiding his hands down to the simple panties that framed her pelvis. Briefly Jacob fiddled with her undergarments, plucking at them... and then gripping them entirely as his fingers slipped beneath their band. Inch by inch he pulled them down, and the moment they slipped past her thighs...

“Aah...”

This wonderfully pungent odor filled the air.

Jacob didn't know what a sweaty-smelling Titania was like. He never had the courage to speak to her after her shift was over, so he never got to experience it. So this smell from her cunt... this powerful, musky, sensual odor, was like the smell of her body, only tenfold! It drugged itself into Jacob's nose, making him pull back, but only so he could gaze upon her hips and pussy in full.

Such powerful thighs and strong hips. And in the middle, nuzzled between as if shy, was Titania's pussy. Slick, pink and wet, its honey dripped down her thighs like hungry drool... and her clit pointed towards her face. Like Titania's nipples before, her clit was this long and large little tower, which jutted from her pussy like a sinful little nub. Exposing this intimate part of her body made the minotaura cover her face in embarrassment. But for Jacob, it beckoned him in much like her odor did. For a moment, he was hesitant. He even thought about stopping things short.

But that smell. It guided him in again, making him drool. Raising his hands, Jacob draped them upon Titania's hips and framed her pelvis. Then he moved in... closer... closer... the odor had becoming intoxicating. But her taste?

“Nmmph...”

Oh... that was even better.

Jacob's mouth pressed against Titania's cunt, her nectar oozing into his lips. As expecting of a woman of her caliber, her taste was just as raw, just as strong as he was. The best way to describe it would be like... liquid concrete. It had this weight to it, this power, and it danced on his tongue with a spice that could easily overwhelm a person. But Jacob was ready for it, if not demanding int!

“Slurrk! Slurrp! Shluk!”

“Aaah...! It's so... loud...!”

Jacob's audible cunnilingus filled the air around them, sounding like the dirtiest of passions. He lapped, and slurped, and drank in her honey, his tongue dancing upon her labia and clit. And this clit... oh... his lips wrapped around it, suckling upon the hard nub like he did her nipples before. Titania groaned as her sensitive little tower was captured by her lips, then she twitched as he ground his teeth against it.

Her legs wobbled, barely keeping herself upright, while Jacob dined on her cunt. She was a shaking, shivering mess, but he was oh so calm and composed. Moaning into her pussy, he sent the reverberations through her firm form, while his tongue continued to dance... and then push in.

“Grrrrgghh!”

Gripping her tit and squeezing it hard, Titania locked up as Jacob's tongue pushed into her folds. It was difficult mind you; her pussy was as strong as a bank's vault! But maybe he was a skilled thief, as he worked open her folds, and pushed his tongue inside. Her heavy taste was more refined as he pushed his tongue into her folds, feeling her walls clamp down upon his invasive tongue. But he didn't care. He moaned more, while Titania's gracious honey poured into his awaiting mouth.

And then...

“Guh!?”

Jacob stopped.

Legs buckling, Titania fell back, collapsing upon the floor beneath her with her legs spread and hand fell over her head. She'd never felt something like that before. Her own previous lover had never gone down on her, so the act of cunnilingus was new to her. To think it sapped her strength so thoroughly... but it felt so good! His tongue was slimy and – despite his size – strong as well, not to mention courageous.

“Hnnngh...!”

Biting into her bottom lip, Titania finally worked up the courage to open her eyes and look up, her eyes falling on Jacob. He stood before her with his arm running against his lips, cleaning off her pussy juices while he stared down upon her. And right there, between his legs, was his incredibly hard cock. It pushed against his pants like a tower, flaunting his lusts and desires... and making Titania tense up.

It had... really been a while, ya'know? Could she even handle something like that?

Dropping her gaze to his crotch, Titania watched as Jacob undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and then pulled them down. There was no hesitation, no build up. One moment he had his pants on, the next they were pulled down, and--

Fwip...

His cock was standing tall before her.

Titania's breathing stiffened as Jacob gripped his cock. Like a lustful, horny beast, he scooted forward and pressed the head of his dick against her moist mound. For a moment, she thought about pushing him back. It would be easy to do so even; she was far, far larger than he was! But this moment was just that; a moment. Titania did nothing but watch as he ground his cock against her pussy...

“Hnnngghh!!!”

And then pushed it inside.

Her folds separated around his member as it plunged into her moist depths. Inch by inch it sank inside, making the bovine lean back and moan. Jacob did likewise, for Titania's cunt was incredibly strong! Not tight, strong! It gripped his dick hard, and seemingly refused to let go! The moment he pushed in, her pussy did the rest, and drew his cock all the way down to the hilt.

Biting into his bottom lip, Jacob fell forward and placed his hands upon Titania's hips. For a few moments, the two sat there and panted for breath, incapable of saying a word. The minotaura herself couldn't believe that they were doing this; Jacob was fucking her.

And it felt good!

His length was buried deep into her pussy, which kept drawing him in. And when he tried pulling back, it was more of a fight than he thought it would be. But in that fight, there was so much pleasure. Titania's gripping cunt milked his length, squeezing it hard as he pulled back to the entrance... only to slam back in with a weighty--

PLAP!

“Ah!”

“Guh!”

The pleasure went straight to their brains.

Jacob saw himself as a rather professional man, and many would agree. They couldn't really name a time they've ever seen him be disheveled. But right now, with Titania's body beneath him, he felt as if such things were ultimately meaningless. He began driving back his hips again, his teeth grinding against teeth, his grip on her hips growing tighter, and then as he bottomed out, he--

PLAP!

And then he--

PLAP!

And so on... and so forth...

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

In and out, Jacob pounded into Titania's pussy, making her floor quake beneath her. His impacts were strong enough to make her firm body quake, but nothing was as great as her voice. His every thrust into her snatch, coaxed boorish moans from her lips, which filled the air around them. This was way, way better than her toys! They were rigid and stiff... cold even! But this was lively, and even had a bend in its rigidity. Feeling it slid in and out of her snatch, made the busty bovine give warbling moans as her eyes squinted and head tipped up.

Was she missing out on... this? Aaaaahh...

PLAP!

“OH!?”

Jacob's dick was like a rocket in how it pushed in and out at an ever increasing speed. The intense pleasure he got from Titania's cunt made his length quiver inside of her; this was way better than his hand! Thrusting and thrusting, harder and harder, he felt his balls start to tighten. And with her deep, powerful moans drugging his ears, he knew it was only a matter of time until he exploded!

The feeling was mutual.

Titania's cunt tightened around his length, making it even harder for him to pull his cock out. At the same time, her deep voice was growing surprisingly high in pitch. Higher... higher still! The busty bovine bit into her bottom lip and screwed her eyes shut, while one hand fell over her mouth. Something was coming out, something she was trying to hide in, but something that refused to stay put!

“Cumming...!” she groaned through her muffled lips, “Mmmph! Fucking... c-cumming! I'm cumming!”

“Me too!” Jacob replied as his heavy thrusting grew quicker in pace, “I'm... gonna... gnnghh! Hgghhnn!”

“Haaaunngh! Haaaaunngh!”

“AAAAH!”

Almost. He was this close to doing something he shouldn't have. And if he was fucking her the moment she climaxed, he really would have done it. When Titania's bomb dropped, her pussy tightened to vice-like levels. No, even that wasn't good enough. Her pussy grew so tight, that even the jaws of life wouldn't be enough to pry them apart!

She showered his length with her glistening fem-cum, matting down his pelvis in a glossy sheen. At the same time, Jacob pulled his cock up, pointed it towards her stomach, and--

“Gnngnh!”

“Ah!?”

Blast after blast of jizz came launching from his dick, and showered upon Titania's abs. Her smooth stomach and brown fur, were quickly painted white with jizz, which lathered her like lotion. Blast... then blast... then another blast! Jacob must not do this often, because it just kept coming!

Until it didn't...

His climax finally petered out to slight dribbles, his length falling soft. Then the two just sat there, with nothing but the sound of their panting to comfort them. Jacob himself looked down towards Titania's cum-covered abs, before drawing his gaze up to her face, where their eyes met. And in each other's eyes, they read the same question.

What did we just do?

This was a date, right? How'd it progress to... this? And yet, that's not the question that left Jacob's lips.

“Are you free next Saturday?”

…

Fall

“Ah... hmm...”

This place was really looking nice. Could you believe that a few months ago, it was nothing but a skeletal frame that tried to approximate what a building would look like?

Athens Avenue was its name... or, well, that's what it will be named soon. The once spacious and empty construction site was now replaced with the frame of a building, with roofs and hallways and – soon to be – storefronts. Not to say her job was done yet – there were still things needed to be done, like basic infrastructure reinforcement – but to see so much chance in so little time was... impressive.

“Haaaaaah...”

The cool autumn air brushed against Titania's body as she stared up to the night sky overhead. Another long day of work had subsided, meaning she had worked up quite the sweat. It was thick on her form, layering her body. She was no overly sweaty athlete or something like that, but she was no dainty princess either.

Well... not to others... to a certain someone she was more like a... warrior princess. Just thinking about it – thinking about him – made Titania pout in a cute little manner. Ah, but we'll get there when we get there.

With another day's work now done, Titania's mind was locked one thing and one thing alone; dinner, and couch. Specifically a certain someone's dinner, on a certain someone's couch. But first... a quick trip to the employee' trailer; she needed to get her things.

“Heya, Titania. Wanna head to the bar after work?” asked a co-worker who was just exiting the trailer.

“Can't do it, Hector,” she replied with a wave of her hand, “I've got a date planned for this evening.”

“Oooh yeeaaaah, a date!” replied another one of her co-workers, “You're datin' that book guy... what's his name again? Jake? Jackson? Jackwell?”

“It's 'Jacob', Curly,” she corrected, making him chuckle.

“Ohhh riiiight... Jaaacooob... hah!”

She dismissively rolled her eyes at his remark, while the other guys started to laugh. They'd all noticed a shift in Titania. She was usually quiet, even a bit demure. But nowadays, she had become more outgoing. Not cheery, mind you, but it was clear to everyone that whatever problem she had since moving here, had mostly subsided.

But only mostly.

When Titania mounted her bike, she looked up to the city before her, and let out a deep breath. To everyone around, the towering cow was as big and a stiff as usual. But to those who knew her – as in, really knew her – their were visible rumbles of excitement traveling through her form.

It was time to go.

…

SSSSSZZZZZZZ!!!

“Ah! Ah! Careful! Careful!”

Cooking... was not his forte. Not to say he was awful at it, but he'd be lying if he said he was a gourmet chef or anything like that!

Living at Graphite apartments meant he was blessed with an apartment of a modest size. Unfortunately, that did not stop the steam his food produced from filling the air. It was a thick smog of delicious smelling foods, which made it rather difficult to see ahead. For Jacob, it left him feeling both foolish for even attempting something like this, but also excited!

Isn't it cute to have one's lover cook food for them?

Sizzling on his stove were a variety of meats. Bacon, steak, even some chicken. All of which he was frying, with plans to cut them into cubes and the like. He'd then mix them with the pasta he was creating in order to craft some meal that was approaching edible. Who doesn't love pasta and meet, after all? He sure did!

Whether or not Jacob had the ability to pull off his meal, that was yet to be seen. He doubted Titania would dislike it, but he'd never forgive himself if he gave her a subpar meal. What boyfriend would he be at that point? A really awful one!

Regardless of his feelings – whether they be excited or apprehensive – it all came to a halt once he heard three heavy--

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

She really didn't know her own strength.

A smile spread out over Jacob's lips and he turned to face the door. Exiting his kitchen, he came up to the entrance, grabbed its knob, turned it and--

“Heya, Titania.”

“Hi, Ja-- ack!?”

That... was a lot of steam!

Waving her hand through the air, the minotaura tried to diffuse the smog of his food, but to no avail. There was so much, she was beginning to wonder if he'd accidentally burned their food! But the smile on his face – sheepish though it may be – disarmed Titania, and made her smile too.

“Sorry about that,” he said, “Heh... I know this was my idea, but... cooking's not really my forte...”

“Eh... it's the thought that counts,” Titania replied, “Besides, it don't smell too bad!”

“Oh... oh! Hey, you're probably really tired after work, right? Come on, come on!” he began tugging he inside, “Why don't you sit down and relax?”

“Uh...”

Brought into his home, Titania looked around with a sense of wonder. This was her first time being in Jacob's apartment, and... it left her a bit disappointed. Not that she thought it was a bad apartment, but because she expected there to be some more... fanfare, some more pizzazz. She was in her boyfriend's apartment for the first time; she thought this moment would be momentous! Instead, it just felt so... mundane. Like it was nothing special.

Maybe she had watched too much TV.

But before she could sit down t the couch--

“Mmmff!”

“Hm?”

Jacob suddenly hugged her. It wasn't a strong embrace, but it was still enough to softly jolt Titania... and bring a smile to her face. She always did enjoy his hugs, and the feeling was mutual. Whenever Jacob embraced her, his a head pressed right up against her busty breasts!

A smile adorned his lips as they embraced one another for a few moments. But then his nose began to quiver as a certain smell infiltrated his nostrils. This wasn't the smell of food... this smell was Titania. It was hot and heavy and randy; the odor of a powerful bovine fresh out of work.

“Hmmph...”

And that odor made Jacob feel a bit... hot.

“Jacob...?” said Titania.

“Huh? Is... hm?” he mumbled back.

“Don't you have a meal to cook?”

“Huh? Oh! R-right,” he answered sheepishly whilst pulling back, “I guess I do have dinner to make. Umm...” he then pointed, “You're probably tense after work, so... why don't you go take a quick shower?”

“A... shower?”

“Yeah, it's back there to the side. You can't miss it. Heh... don't worry, it's not messy, and it's big enough to fit you! Promise! Just uh... don't go expecting anything special.”

Titania pouted a bit at Jacob's words and smiles, then lifted her arm to her nose. And after a few--

“Sniff... sniff...”

Oh... yeah... he was right; he was a bit stinky. It made her blush from embarrassment, a sight that made Jacob chuckle. For as strong and large as she could be, Titania was no less cute. Of course, he didn't say that for obvious reasons!

Nodding, Titania got up from the couch and started heading for the bathroom at the back. There was no point in feeling embarrassed about disrobing, even if it was in front of Jacob. They've done it plenty of times before.

“Huh... hm...”

Entering inside Jacob's bathroom, Titania slowly removed her close. Her overalls, her shirt, her bra and panties; all of it pooled on the floor at her feet. Like he said, his bathroom was spacious enough to fit even someone of her size, and the shower stall was rather peculiar. She was used to showers with bathtubs, right? Not these square-shaped showers that extended up to the ceiling. Guess Graphite apartments didn't believe in baths...

Sprrriiiiiitttzzzz!!!

Once the shower came on and its soothing waters fell upon Titania's burly body, she felt a wave of relaxation wash over her. The waters splashed upon her hair and horns, her ace and chest, quickly matting down her fur, and drawing calmed sighs from her lips. Whatever stresses she had throughout the day were quickly washed aside, making her forget that she even had problems at all.

At least for a few moments until a new problem arose.

There was no soap...

“Huh?”

Titania's eyes scanned around the bathing chamber, looking upon its ledges and even on the ledge of the sink to see no soap of any kind. No lotion, no bar, no nothing. Well... that was frustrating!

“Aah... just my luck...” Titania bemoaned before bringing her hand to the wall and--

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Hey! Jacob! You out there? I kinda need ya help!”

For a few moments there was no response. But then she heard--

Thump thump thump!

And the door opened.

“Huh? Something wrong?” he asked as he entered his bathroom, where he saw the outline of his girlfriend through his shower's steamy screen.

“I need soap, Jacob,” she explained, “You don't have any...”

“I don't have any... oh! Right! Ooof!” he palmed his head, “I bought some earlier, but I forgot to put it inside. I'll get it real quick.”

“Yeah... thanks...”

For a few moments she toiled in the shower, waiting for Jacob to return. It didn't take him too long thankfully, and he returned with a bar of soap in hand. But he hesitated for a few moments as he stood outside the shower stall. Confused, Titania pulled it open and leered at her boyfriend with a face that said 'What gives?' But even that wasn't enough to shake him. Why?

Well... isn't it obvious?

With the shower open, he could see her body and... fuck... he's used to seeing Titania's nude form, but there was a stark difference in this moment. Right now, water cascaded down her form, making it glisten and glow in the light of his bathroom. And that change – that one slight change – was enough to freeze him in place.

“Jacob...” she said, “Give me the soap...”

“Mm-hm... um... uh...” he began moving forward, “Here you... g-go...”

“Jacob... you're... gonna get wet...” Titania whispered as her boyfriend moved in too close.

“I... I uh...” he looked her in the eyes, “I don't care...”

To Jacob, the entire world around them no longer mattered. How could it matter when this naked amazon was before him right now? He gave her the soap, but it was quickly forgotten as she placed it aside. When she saw that look in his eyes – that hungry, needy, lustful look – she felt her own body start to get hot. And when his lips came up close--

“Mmmff...”

“Mmmm...”

They quickly swept the other in a kiss.

Lips hungrily pressed to lips as their eyes closed and tongues danced. Whenever they got like this, thing often progressed at a somewhat... primal pace. They didn't talk much... and even, why talk at all? Let their bodies do all the talking.

As they kissed and licked at one another, Titania gripped at Jacob's now drenched shirt. It was a bit awkward, but after a few moments, she pulled it off his chest, popping a few buttons as she did so. It's not like he cared. And what of those pants on his legs? They too were pulled off his body with a lustful haste, nearly causing Jacob to trip up.

“Ahh!”

Thankfully, Titania had enough strength to hold him up. Then they just stood there, looking into one another's eyes and panting. But when Jacob's stiff cock pressed against her thigh, the bovine looked down.

“So... how are we going to do this?” she asked, “This place is so tight with us both.”

“Not that tight,” Jacob replied, “Just... turn around and place your hands on the wall. I'll do the rest...”

Titania looked down and thought about their situation. They were standing in the shower, water flowing off of their bodies, while she still stunk of the sweat of work. How odd that this situation came up like this... and yet, how oddly thrilling. Ah... well...

Turning around, Titania placed her hands upon the wall behind her, her figure on full display for Jacob's hungry eyes. Despite seeing her naked so many times throughout the months, the sexy image of her broad backside was undeniable. He gazed down her towards her firm ass, taking note of how chiseled it was. He just couldn't help but to--

SMACK!

“Ah!? Oooh!”

“J-Jacob!”

Did it sting? Yeah. Was it worth it? You bet your ass it was!

Titania's pussy was right there, peaking at him between her legs. Grabbing her hips, he pulled on her gently, while his other hand grabbed his cock by the base and aimed it with her folds. With nothing but a lustful smile on his lips, Jacob moved in slowly and--

“Nnghhh!”

“Haaaah!”

The two groaned, feeling his cock steadily push its way into her toned pussy. Naturally, Titania tensed up, but Jacob was already used to this. He began to push, harder and harder, working her pussy open while the bovine moaned beneath him.

“So fucking tight... nngh!” he audibly groaned.

Titania's pussy tightened around his length as he pushed it in, all the way to the point that his hips were at her butt. But Jacob didn't remain there for long. As his girlfriend suckled down on his dick, he pulled his hips back and--

Plap!

“Haauungh!”

Jacob quickly set up a steady pace, thrusting his cock in and out of Titania's pussy. Her closed and her head tipped back, the air around them rapidly being filled with her deep, bovine moans. Fuck, did it make her feel good! In and out, his length slammed into her pussy, steadily working her open with his every thrust! His hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back upon his cock whenever he thrusted forward to further amplify his power. Jacob knew her body, knew how she liked it, and where she liked it, and he wouldn't give her anything less! Now was the time to strike!

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

He was really working her pussy over! The pleasure Titania felt ruminate through her body was so intense, that it was maddening! She was losing it, and Jacob was using this chance to pound his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt. Much like many time before, her folds were worked over, strike after strike after strike, with the shower water streaking down their bodies! And then...

POP!

“GUH!?”

“HAAAUUNNGH!”

It happened.

Jacob slammed his cock balls-deep into Titania's pussy, and he held himself there. He'd wiggle about a bit, giving his cock a pleasurable tug for both him and her, drawing moans from their lips. But that wasn't good enough. The busty bovine was moaning on his cock, his hands holding her hisp and ass tight. She could feel every finite throb and twitch of his length, causing her to moan. She was right there, right on her limit! But...

Jacob raised his hand...

CRACK!

“HAAAUNNNGH!”

And smacked Titania's ass!

With a roaring moan and a mighty shudder, the bovine climaxed, splattering her feminine cum upon Jacob's pelvis and hips. At the same time, her pussy tightened to an intense level, milking off his dick. And that feeling was what he needed to help push him over the edge.

“Aaaahh!”

Spurrrt!

It was internal, but no less loud. Jacob came, flooding Titania's pussy with his seed which filled every inch of her cunt. His climax helped draw out her climax, which in turn drew out his, creating a near infinite loop of pleasure which raised and lowered like the tides of an ocean.

Until... it finally... calm to... a halt...

“Aaaahh...”

“Ooooooh...!”

Titania leaned against the wall, and Jacob leaned against her, the two panting for air following their combined orgasms. The bovine was just happy her boyfriend didn't see her face, and the pleased smile that was painted across it. Likewise for him, though he wouldn't mind letting her see how happy he was.

What he did mind was...

BEEPBEEP! BEEPBEEP! BEEPBEEP!

“Oh shit! The food!”

…

Winter

This was... unique.

All around Jacob fell the glittering dust that is snow. It billowed from the heavens in a gentle fall, cascading down to paint the sidewalks and rooftops white. Document City and snow go hand in hand like Christmas time and terrorist attacks... that is, depending on what film you're watching!

Films... is that why Titania texted him?

He got the message a little after he got off from work. A simple text message that read 'Come Over'. It was rare for Titania to text him at all, and even rarer for her not to come to work. Was something going on? From what Foreman Tarmac told him, she called off for the day. Not too problematic, since the strip mall was winding down in development since it would be opening in the coming month. But still, since joining the foreman's construction business, she's never taken a day off at all! So for him to get this message...

Something serious was going on!

He was a bit apprehensive, wondering and fearing that whatever she wanted to tell him was not good. Maybe she was pregnant? Despite using condom and pills, that didn't mean they were 100% safe from having children. Or maybe it was worse. Maybe she wanted to break up with him? Oh, that would break his heart!

Whatever the case may be, Jacob wasn't going to stand idly by and wait around! After gathering his courage, he entered into Titania's apartment complex, and began making his way upstairs towards her home. More and more his heart raced, fear dripping down his veins as he wondered just what it could be she was hiding, and why she didn't show up to work.

Well... here he was... so...

Knock! Knock!

And then he waited... until...

“The door's unlocked, Jacob...” Titania's voice echoed, “Come in... and lock it when you do.”

Her voice sounded stern and serious. That's not good. It made him shiver in place! But despite his fears, he did as he was told and entered inside. However, he did not come face to face with his girlfriend, but instead an empty room.

“Titania?” he called as he locked the door behind him.

“Come to the bedroom, Jacob,” she said, her voice lacking any ounce of playfulness.

“Oh man...”

Doing as he was told, he headed towards the back where Titania's bedroom laid. Opening the door, he revealed her spacious bedroom... that was usually unkempt. This time however, it was clean and spacious. All of her clothes had been neatly placed aside, and her blankets had even been neatly folded upon her bed. Again, this caused red flags to wave in Jacob's ears.

This was not normal!

“Titania...?” he muttered.

Eeearrk!

“Ah!?”

The door to her bathroom suddenly opened, and he swung his eyes over to meet it. There in the door frame was his girlfriend... his half-naked girlfriend. Now, that wasn't too uncommon; he's seen Titania in various states of undress. But this? This?

This was new.

She wasn't wearing a simple pair of bra and panties. She was wearing elegant lingerie. It was vibrant and red, with a flora pattern on its brassier and panties. A garter belt helped to frame her pelvis like a sordid picture, and she had a bathrobe which hung on her shoulders. To find lingerie in her size must have been difficult, if not outright impossible, meaning... his had to be specially made.

Titania leaned on her bathroom door way, her eyes sharp as she looked at her star-struck boyfriend. Jacob couldn't even speak a word at what was on display before him! It's like his mind struggled to parse this image! Her breasts! Her big, busty, bovine breasts were cradled in this ruby-red bra that somehow made them appear even more appealing! How was that even possible!?

“Jacob...” Titania said her, deep voice rumbling through the air, “Get naked. And lay on the bed.”

She didn't need to tell him twice!

Off went his jacket! And his pants! And his shirt! And his everything! In only a matter of seconds, Jacob was completely naked and his cock was stretching to the air. Horny boy; it really didn't take much to get him ready!

But the air was just so different from usual! Titania was so different from usual! Over the months since they've started dating, he's noticed a shift in his girlfriend. She was becoming more confident, more sure of herself, no longer seeing this big body as something unsightly, but as something beautiful! And now it had hit its crescendo!

“Jacob... I'm going to fuck you now...”

“Wh... what?”

Jacob didn't know if he had heard her correctly, or if he had imagined it. Titania was never this forward during sex. Sure, she would get rowdy every now and then, but she'd never voice it beyond your typical primal grunts and growls. But she said it with such authority, such presence, such gumption, and such confidence, that she was speaking a factual statement.

Yes, she was going to fuck him!

With silent trembles, Jacob felt his words get caught in his throat as he watched Titania climb the bed. She didn't hesitate, and quickly pinned him beneath her big, burly body. All he saw was her brown fur and chiseled form, with her powerful brown eyes trapping him beneath her superior gaze. Again he tried to say something, and again, his words failed him. Titania meanwhile placed her hands on his shoulders, and positioned her pussy above his cock.

“Are you ready?” she asked as she slid aside her panties.

All Jacob could do was agree.

“Yes...” he responded, to which Titania licked her lips in a savory manner.

“That's good... cuz I'm gonna fuck ya really nice... and really haaarrrddd...!”

Jacob groaned lustfully at her words, making Titania's expression shift. Her eyes grew hard and sharp, her smirk turned devilish, and a few taunting chuckles left her lips. Her cunt was now pressing to the head of his dick, the warmth of it flowing upon him. All of it made him fall deeper into the pit that she was dragging him into. Escape was impossible.

“1... 2... 3...”

WHAP!

“HAAAAAAHHHH!!!”

There it was... sensory overload!

Jacob's cock slipped right into Titania's folds; her body easily taking control over his. The muscular labia of her powerful womanhood, stroked every inch of his dick. Those velvety pulled him in deeper and deeper in a hold of submission, one that showed her skill and dominance over him. Her boyfriend groaned as his eyes grew wide, followed by hefty moans exploding from his mouth without end.

All the while, Titania licked her lips.

“So pathetic,” she remarked in a surprisingly belittling manner, “How does it feel gettin' fucked like this, Jacob?”

“Uaaaah...! Haaaaahh...! Aaahh-haaah!”

“Yeah... geh heh! That's what I thought! Gar har har!”

Such a deliciously powerful laugh, one that preceded the movement of Titania's hips. They lid up and down, her cunt stroking along Jacob's cock as she overpowered his throbbing member. Grunting, he struggled to keep up with the pace his girlfriend was setting, while the grip she had on his shoulders grew ever stronger. She was overwhelming him with her big, burly body, dominating him with her size, and making such sweet love to him with her powerful pussy.

Up and down, up and down, up and down, such dirty, lewd, slurping noises echoed from her cunt as she overwhelmed his body. Her entire body bounced up and down on his, straddling his hips like an amazonian goddess. Laying there as shameless moans left his warbling lips, Jacob could do nothing but gaze upon the amazing body of his girlfriend.

And Titania indulged in that gaze.

Releasing her hold on his shoulders, she put her hands to the back of his head and pushed out her chest, posing for her boyfriend and his lustful gaze. To see his face grow aroused and needy, further spurned within Titania this sense of power, and not the physical kind! Jacob always made her feel like she was some amazing treasure, one that needed to be longed after and fawned over. But now more than ever, she felt it!

Titania felt more than beautiful, she felt amazing!

Her pussy continued to dominate Jacob, squeezing and wrapping around his girthy length as she drew him deeper into her body. For her first time being in control, she was really working him over! Every push down used the entirety of her body weight, making the bed quake, and the room wobble!

Jacob had been doing well to last for so long... but even then, he could feel his limit approaching. Not only was Titania's pussy so much stronger than normal, not only did she look so powerful with her poses and that grin, but she was using her body in a way she'd never used before. Everything was so practiced, so rained, that it was like she was trying to outright milk his cock! With all the edge he had suffered through so far, it probably comes as no surprise that he couldn't keep it going for much longer!

“Nnnghh! Haaaaah! T-Titaniaaaa!” he groaned, his blue eyes wobbling, “Haaaah! Oaaaaaah!”

“Huh? Somethin' wrong, Jacob?” she asked in a teasing manner, “Are ya gonna cum? Then...” WHAP! “Give it to me! Give me your fucking cum!”

Titania's tone was always hardy and gruff, but this was taking it to the next level! She sounded downright monstrous! Jacob's once dominating yet cool mistress was gone, replacing it was this hungry, horny beast! If her voice didn't prove it, her face certainly did!

Her eyes were wide as they remained locked on his face. Her mouth was wide too, with this powerful smile! And drool hung luridly from her lips, like a beast that was about to feast! White-hot breaths escaped her mouth as she panted heavily, all while riding his cock harder and harder and harder!

Jacob didn't know who he was looking at anymore! Between Titania's face, her words, and her overwhelming power, he knew he was completely and utterly trapped! He couldn't escape!

He didn't want to escape!

“HAAAAHHAAAAAAH! AAAAHHHH!!!”

Reaching down, Jacob gripped Titania's ankles just to have something to hold onto. She was riding him even harder now, his dick pushing in deeper towards her core with every thrust down she performed. His mind ebbing and flowing, he felt the urgent need to climax raise ever higher! Just... a little... MORE!!!

“AAAAH-HAAAAAAH!!!”

Deep within Titania's pussy, Jacob unleashed thick wad after thick wad of cum. It was hot and filling, flowing into her pussy with seemingly no end. He'd always had healthy, hearty climaxes, but this one was... different. If spunk could be twice as potent, that's what he had right now. An incredible, potent barrage of semen!

Titania flinched as she felt the heat burst inside of her womb, her once monstrous face recoiling and her eye closing shut. She moaned from the feeling, groaned too, her features melting as pleasure overwhelmed her... only to then have those eyes reopen, and that monstrous grin return.

“There ya go again... cummin' in me without hesitatin'. That's pretty immature of you, ain't it? Like... what will ya do if I got pregnant, Jacob?”

“Nngh...! I'm sorry...” he apologized, but Titania shook her head.

“Apologizin' ain't good enough,” she said as she rubbed her knuckles against her lips, “I see that a little someone needs to be taught some lessons! So I'm gonna sit here and teach you some lessons. It ain't right to just cum inside a woman! So...” she leaned in close, her face hovering just shy of his face, “Get ready for that...”

“I... I uh... I...” a smile adorned his lips, “I'm ready...”

“Good... geh heh...” Titania leaned back up, “So then... 1... 2... 3...”

WHAP!

…

“Aaaaahh... ooooohh... hoooohhoooh...”

“I... I said I'm sorry!”

Don't you know when you've had a rather strenuous day? Like... let's say you decided to hit the gym, or the court, just to work out a bit more than usual. Don't you know how when you wake up the next morning, your body may be a bit sore? It's a pleasant kind of sore yes, the soreness that comes with the knowledge that you've honed your bodies, but a soreness nonetheless. You know that feeling, right? Right?

Yeeaaaaah... that's the feeling Jacob had right now. Sore, but a pleasant kind of sore.

Staring up to the ceiling overhead, the morning rays of sunlight pierced through Titania's window. The room was thick with the odor of sex following their long and passionate night. His bovine lover really used every inch of her body on him. To tease him, squeeze him, love him, and fuck him into submission. And it all left Jacob with a smile on his face.

“Jacob... please stop moanin' and groanin',” said Titania as she rested his head on her thigh, “I don't know how many more times I can apologize for what I did.”

“Ah... heh... y-you don't have to apologize at all,” he said in a reassuring manner, his eyes closing in relaxation, “What we did... what you did to me... heh... it was amazing. Ah... but... um.. if you don't mind me asking... why?”

“Why...? Why what...?”

“Why'd you do all of this?” he asked, drawing a blush to her lips.

“Because... well... ah... dammit. Jacob, you're always doin' stuff for me,” she replied, “Whenever we're datin', whenever we're doin' anything, it's always you doin' it. Even when we're fuckin', you take the lead more often than not. All the while, I just sit there like some... blushin' bride. So this time, I wanted to be the one who was in control. I wanted to rock your world. And...” she smiled, “I hope I did...”

A smile spread out over Jacob's lips, and he pushed himself up from her thighs... weakly, but he did so nonetheless. Coming face to face with Titania, he drew his girlfriend in with his eyes, and the two leaned forward until their foreheads met.

“It was amazing, Titania. Thank you,” he whispered before leaning in, his lips pressing to hers.

“Mmfff...”

The kiss was slow and gentle, filled with passion of two lovers. The two held close for several long seconds, before finally breaking to breathe. Then they just sat there, staring at one another... seconds... seconds... seconds...

“Should we take a shower?” Titania asked.

“Together?”

“Is there... any other way to bathe?”