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It started with Ardanis' grades. It wouldn't be fair to blame it all on him, Naira knew, but that had been what had sparked off their... trouble. He'd never had amazing grades, but they had been good enough... until now. When three out of four letters came back F, it had all come out at once. It wasn't anything sudden, really-- he'd been acting strange for weeks, maybe months. They'd both been acting strange. Fighting over nothing. The apartment was still half-packed, and it all got in the way. What was unpacked cluttered up everywhere and tripped them up. Tempers would flare, and sometimes, someone would say something they immediately regretted, and the apartment would lapse into silence. Sometimes for days. Making up was quiet and shameful.

But couples fought. They were adjusting to the new apartment, that was all. And Ardanis had taken on a lot of classes, along with a part time job, and Naira's job was demanding a lot of her. They would take a weekend to themselves sometime, and smooth everything out, and start again. But when it came out-- when his grades showed up, it all came out. He couldn't get his homework done with her around, she disrupted him or some nonsense. And apparently, he'd been cutting classes to get some time to himself, to nap or hang out with the guys. Away from her.

It was too much. They had fought before, but they ended up practically screaming at each other this time. Until finally, Naira made up her mind. It was time for a break. They'd take turns with the apartment or whatever, and go stay with friends or elsewhere, anywhere. Not talk, not see each other. Just get some time to be alone, and do whatever they want. In her fury and sorrow in this moment, she even threw it in his face-- the times he'd joked about the antics he'd get up to if he didn't have her. He could go fuck some girl, or a bunch of girls for all she cared-- for the next-- how long? For the next two weeks, they were single. Nothing to do with each other. Just so long as she didn't have to hear about it, and he cleaned up after himself for once.

It stung just to think back on it now. Now, far away, Naira sat staring at the rough concrete floor of a mechanic's garage, her thoughts drawn back to that stupid night once again, as they were every time she stopped for two seconds to herself. She couldn't believe she'd said such... horrible things. She loved him. Of course, absolutely, she loved him. But sometimes, he could just be so damn-- childish. So selfish, and thoughtless, and... she started at the wrinkled fistful of skirt in her hand, and made herself relax. Well. That was what she got loving a boy three years younger than her, but love didn't quibble over such things. Really, this would be good for them-- they had been together a year and a quarter or so, and if they had trouble transitioning to living together, well... they would be all the stronger after, for getting it all out of the way early. She had to believe that. They just needed some time apart, to reset, to recharge, to remember what they loved in each other. To make sure they didn't have any... regrets about getting serious. She drew a deep breath, slowly fidgeting at her skirt. Maybe-- if she didn't have to hear about it, never ever, it would really be for the best if he took this chance to... get it out of his system.

Ardanis had always been a little bit of a lech, Naira knew. His fascination with women had given her some of the most amazing sex of her life, and it did feel good when he looked at her with those hungry, self-indulgent eyes. The problem was when he turned those eyes on other women. She knew he wouldn't cheat on her, she knew it deep down inside, but what she wasn't sure of was-- well, he was in college. He still had a couple years to go, and he'd barely gotten to have his fun as college boys will before running into her. She'd snapped him out of that drunken flurry of fucking and bedded him until he was completely hooked on her, and she on him. But was that... fair... to him? If they were serious, and they were going to be together, as she so very much intended they would... The cowgirl shrank slowly into her seat, clutching at her skirt. If it was just one last time to blow off steam, and she never had to hear about it...

"Yer all fixed up, miss."

Naira jumped in place, gasping quietly. She'd nearly forgotten everything else in her preoccupation. The garage had quieted down, and before her stood-- a... a... Naira leaned back, nearly craning her neck to draw her eyes up a massive, curvaceous body wrapped in denim, what must have been two pairs of overalls patched together into a single functioning outfit that still strained to surmount the mechanic's looming bust. A taut, white t-shirt thankfully made up for the overalls' poor job, at least to a degree. The entire outfit was scuffed and stained with darkness, likely grease, and the mechanic was wiping her hands with a rag and going to wipe her face. Naira thought she caught an odd look in the mechanic's eyes before they disappeared behind the rag, but she was left instead to stare at the thick, tightly curled, white horns rearing over the mechanic's light brown hair. Another cowgirl! And even bigger than Naira, to boot. Well, for a cowgirl, Naira might have been a little on the small side, but she ran into so few of her own kind, it was easy to get used to being the biggest girl around. Often, the biggest person around altogether.

The rag fell away, and the greater bovine smiled amiably down at her. "Just had some water in the gas tank's all. Y'gotta steer clear o' the cheap places when y'fill up, you know? Well, ride 'er a few miles and you should be just fine."

Rising hurriedly, Naira returned the smile a bit embarrassedly. "Oh! Thank you. That's a relief, I was afraid it was something serious. I'm not much good with cars..."

The mechanic nodded, giving a soft chuckle. "Nothin' a quick tube job wouldn't fix. Matter o' fact, I dunno it'd be worth charging for-- if, that is, y'could do me a li'l favor." Her smile broadened a hint. "Seein' as y'were sittin' here waiting for me to fix you up, you must not be too busy f'r the next hour, right?"

"Uh... well, no, not really...?" Naira frowned a hint curiously.

"Perfect! I'm hungry, and I haven't seen another cow come through here in months. What say I take you out to lunch? Your choice, my treat." She grinned.

"Ah... well, I'd love to, but... aren't you working?" She'd been a little surprised at the request, and she couldn't find much of an excuse on the spot.

"Nah, I weren't even scheduled for today." She turned and yelled a half-pronounced name across the shop, and a ferret poked his head up. She stabbed her thumb at the sunny street lying beyond the nearest garage door, and he nodded before ducking under a hood again. "I'll clean up a lil and let 'em know." She turned her smile on Naira again. "Where to?"

The cowgirl hesitated, and finally asked a hint incredulously, "you're serious?" She was barely shaking her head clear of her previous thoughts, and she seemed to be catching up to herself a bit slowly.

"Yup! Tell the truth, I noticed y'kept giving me nice li'l peeks while I was working on yer car," she gestured down near her crotch, bunching up as Naira had bunched up her skirt in her hands. "And it made the work go right quick. I figured least I could do for a pretty li'l cowgirl like you was buy you a meal." Her smile was sincere.

Naira found herself blushing just a hint, smoothing out her skirt. It barely reached past her knees when she sat, now that she thought of it. Wait-- so this-- this woman really was hitting on her? This was a first, she had to admit...! She cleared her throat, trying to find some way to back out of this, but-- why should she? The strange mechanic might have been huge, but she didn't really seem sinister. And Naira was out of the apartment today-- she wasn't supposed to go home until the next morning. She didn't have anything waiting for her but a motel tonight. She sighed almost silently, and looked up with a wan smile.

Half an hour later, they were finishing a meal at the local diner. She'd never been here before, but she'd insisted the larger cowgirl --Mina was her name-- choose the location, since she was paying. The food was actually quite good, though rather greasy. Naira sat back with a satisfied sigh, leaving a few bites of omelet on the plate. Mina chuckled, washing down the last of her burger with a slug of beer. "Good, ah? Never tried the omelet myself, but they don't get much wrong here." She grinned. "'Nother beer?"

The smaller cowgirl had managed to finish one, though she probably shouldn't have. Mina was on her third. She shook her head, already feeling a little bit of the effect. Any more and she wouldn't be driving anywhere. "A bit heavy on the ham, but it was very good, yes." She smiled softly, and her eyes cast out the window a moment. Not that she knew where she'd go, anyway. She wondered what Ardanis was doing right now...

"There's that look again." Mina leaned her head over into the cowgirl's vision. "The one thing that spoiled that nice li'l show y'were givin' me." She smiled a hint deviously, but her voice was soft. "What's eatin' at you, honeybun?"

Straightening, Naira blinked and frowned softly. She'd been letting it show that much? She really should just put it all out of her mind, she knew, but... She sighed. Maybe it would help to talk to someone about it really. "Well... it's my boyfriend."

Mina arched her brows. "Oh. One of those, huh?" Her smile faded a moment. Naira hadn't brought him up until this point-- she probably should have, but... "Well." Mina smirked lightly. "They do tend to be a lot of trouble. Go on?"

Blinking uncertainly, Naira eyed the bovine across the table. Yes. She should have made it clear earlier. She hadn't really been leading poor Mina on, had she? Well, but... it had felt good, really, the way she'd kept complimenting her... She cleared her mind with a little shake of her head and went on to explain their recent troubles. Mina hummed and frowned sympathetically, nodding now and again, and finished her beer by the time Naira got to their resolution of the night before last. "And-- and well, I told him that he could go, you know, screw around for all I cared. That for two weeks, we would be officially single, so he could go have all the fun he'd been missing out on being tied down with me." It came out in a rush, and she sighed heavily. "I dunno. I know he looks at other girls, and maybe he wishes, and part of me wants to think this might help if he gets a chance for one last big-- yeah. And, but, I can't stop thinking about what he could be up to, you know? And I know I shouldn't, but I mean, he's my little Ardy, and I--"

"So..." Mina interrupted with a single syllable, and Naira's worrisome rambling died out. "He can have all the fun he wants... what about you?" She smiled softly. Naira blinked, and gave an accusing smile in answer. "Hey, doesn't have to be me! You could go out an' find yerself some guy or gal, if y'swing that way, and have yourself a good time, why not! Take y'mind offa that boy for a bit, and well-- have some damn fun! Sounds like y'been all stressed out t'hell, and y'deserve someone to treat you right. Or wrong, as y'like." She smirked slowly now. "'Course, you'd be sure to have a fine time if y'chose to spend one o' these precious nights o' yours on me. I can guarantee that, darlin'." She was smiling broadly now, arms folded under her massive bust. "Might be a step off true species for ya, but I'd bet I can beat out any bullboy in bed."

By now, a few of the other patrons were glancing their way at Mina's boisterous flirtations. Naira found her cheeks heating again, mouth hanging open as her attempts to sputter out an answer were stalled significantly by her own flusterment. What an aggressive lesbian! W-would-- COULD she really do something like that, though? Go sleep around on her boyfriend? It had been her own terms, and he'd agreed, although both of them had obviously been quite angry at the time. There was a certain flutter of something-- curiosity? Her belly flopped on its meal and alcohol at the thought of experimenting with another woman. She'd considered it several times through her life, and each time, she'd shied away. She loved men and everything they had to offer. She loved Ardanis. But, if this was her one chance as well as his-- what was that about species?? "I-- wh-- you're not a cowgirl?"

The greater woman's grin cocked a bit incredulously. "Not quite, honey." Come to think of it, she didn't have any patterns that Naira could see-- she herself had blotches coating most of her body, but patterns did differ by breed and such. Mina leaned in slowly, her breasts surging onto the table to nearly topple an empty beer bottle. "Ever taken it from a minotaur?" She pitched her voice low, but the thick swell of raunchy hunger in her throat no doubt made the question carry well for everyone eavesdropping on them.

Naira's flush inverted into a pale drain of color a moment. Not a cowgirl-- but a monster. No wonder she liked meat so much. She felt her skin prickle a hint. Of course, she wasn't racist-- her parents had been involved in the fight for equality among all species, and she liked to think she was very open-minded. But it certainly-- well-- she couldn't help but feel just a little... maybe it wasn't exactly fear, but a fragile thrill. Minotaurs were naturally larger than cowfurs, and sometimes as much as double as strong. She swallowed, a bit audibly. "I..." She was barely audible. She cleared her throat and tried again. "N-no..."

"Oh..." The minotaur smiled broadly, her amber eyes locked with the cowgirl's, looming over her. "I'll be changin' that, honey..." She slid out of the booth, breaking the gaze at last to grab a few bills from her pocket and throw them on the table. For an instant, Naira thought she saw something at the minotaur's crotch-- a bulge? Now that she looked, though, she could see a small tuft of dark brown fur peeking from the waist of her jeans-- she'd traded her overalls for a massive pair of jeans, and her t-shirt barely hung to her navel on its own, billowing down under her bust. "Y'legs still work, honeypie, or will I have t'carry ya?" The smooth roll of her tone said she'd be quite willing to throw the cowgirl over her shoulder and run off with her.

The cowgirl answered by pushing herself quickly to her feet. Mina hummed appreciatively and slipped an arm around her back as if to guide her to the door, but one large hand firmly cupped her rear, giving one cheek a firm squeeze. The flex of that powerful arm against her back, the roll of her ass under that tight grip, it was all she could do to bite back a soft noise before it could begin. Her cheeks were flushed again. How long had it been since she'd felt like this? Since someone bigger than her had... She shivered softly, and found herself walking with the minotaur. Furs on both sides were glancing up at them out of the corners of their eyes. She thought she heard a snicker. Outside, that hand disappeared, and she couldn't put down the longing that rose in its absence.

"Here, y'look a li'l tipsy, honey. Let's take my car." Mina's voice was low and warm-- or rather, heated. Simmering.

Naira looked up faintly, though her feet were still carrying her the way the minotaur led. "Me? You had three..." Her voice was barely present.

The minotaur laughed. "Takes a hell of a lot to get me fuzzy, believe me. That barely loosened me up." She opened the passenger-side door for Naira, and the cowgirl found she could very much use a seat right now. She was sure she would have been fine to drive, if she hadn't felt quite so... warm. It was the minotaur's voice, pushing that heat into her. They rolled away, and Naira tried to keep track of where they were going, but Mina's spare hand had landed on her thigh. "Hmmm... Long, long time since I seen such a lovely cowgirl. They knew what they were about when they made you, honey." She drawled low in her throat as she drove, fingers kneading slowly along the cowgirl's inner thigh in lazy, rippling motions as the world slid by. Naira shuddered softly, her head falling back, and her legs drew close around those digits, squeezing them into the warmth of her thighs.

That hand slipped away suddenly as the minotaur took a few turns in succession, and Naira's hooded eyes cast over in the driver's direction, her thighs feeling cold and needy of a sudden. She rubbed them together as she glanced over the minotaur. In the crotch of her jeans... a bulge. The engine died, and Mina cast off her seat belt before popping open the door and stepping out. Naira was a little slow about getting her own belt, and her door popped open before her. Her eyes cast down again, but the minotaur was cast in shadows-- it was dark here. An underground parking lot, with yellow lights spread out along the driveways. Mina offered a hand, and when Naira took it, she was nearly hauled up out of the car to be pinned against the side of it, the minotaur's bust spreading atop hers, overwhelming it as Mina leaned in with a low, thick rumble. Hands spread around her middle, and those amber eyes filled her vision a moment before the larger woman's lips pressed to hers.

The taste of meat and beer was bitter, but-- manly. Yes... she had distant memories of a man that had made her feel this way once, when she had been a freshman in college. A man that was larger than her, that wanted her because she could handle everything that he was-- she wasn't a challenge or a novelty to him, but the perfect match. And he'd consumed her. And now, the way Mina pushed her tongue past Naira's lips and tasted her, forced Naira to taste her, the way Mina's hands groped hungrily at every inch of the cowgirl, she felt a wonderful, shuddering creep of warmth rising in her middle such as she hadn't felt for a long time. Oh, gods, yes... this was what she needed. Just-- just one more time, before...!

The kiss broke, and a low, shuddering moan broke from Naira's heated breath before she drew fresh. A dark chuckle answered her, and a hand took her wrist and drew her to stumble after the minotaur. In the elevator, big hands fondled at her breasts, molding over her firmly, finding the hardening tips even through her bra and giving them a firm tweaking. Naira whimpered softly, letting her head fall back into the minotaur's cleavage as they ascended together. She barely opened her eyes when the doors opened and they swept out into the hall, homing in on Mina's room. Her panties squished when she walked, and she could feel excess juices dribbling down the inside of her leg, threatening to run down past the hem of her skirt. Finally, the rattle of keys told her they'd found the right door, and Mina caught her in the doorway for one sudden kiss before ushering her inside.

Inside, darkness flashed into light, revealing a very well-to-do apartment of fairly tasteful furnishing, but Naira barely glanced around before finding the minotaur again. A low rumble answered her soft panting, and Mina peeled off her shirt quickly before drawing the cowgirl close and stripping her blouse off. Naira's voice broke from her in a wordless cry as her skin was bared at once, the cool air a sudden relief that chilled her first beads of sweat and brought her a shiver as the Minotaur's arms closed around her. Her bra came undone as they shared another kiss, and Naira raised her arms almost sluggishly to try and unclasp Mina's-- but she was too big, and their breasts were mashing together to add to the bulk between them. The minotaur chuckled and reached back just long enough to snap her rather impressive bra apart and strip it off, drawing a deep breath and letting it go in almost a growl.

Bare, luxurious flesh surged together, and Naira couldn't help but stare. It was her first time being so-- intimate with another woman's breasts, let alone a pair that actually outsized her own. She panted into the cleavage pressing into her face from below, and found herself laying gentle kisses on everything that came within range. It felt so strange, and yet... Mina pulled her on, through an unseen hall and into a dimly lit, warm room. A bed spread against her back as she toppled over, and she sighed happily, flushed and rocking her own body against the bed with need. As the minotaur crawled onto the bed to join her, Naira spared one more glimmer of thought for her lover-- if she could have this, then she could forgive Ardanis for whatever he got up to. In fact, she hoped he could find someone to make him feel as good as she felt right now...

The heavy rattle of a zipper drew her eyes down. The minotaur's jeans were coming apart, and the musk hit her an instant before the sight --that which she had already known, had tickled at her mind and made her feel almost as if she were cheating somehow, that vision-- of a monstrous, indisputably masculine, drooling, throbbing, steel-hard cock. And somehow, on this minotaur-- on this woman, it fit perfectly. Now that she thought of it, she might have been more surprised to see anything else between the legs of this lusty, self-confident, booty-hungry minotauress, and she found her lips were already curling in a smile-- though a shallow imitation of the hungry grin that shone down on her now.

Mina pushed close with a growl, the cowgirl's quiet smile all the invitation she needed to steal the panties right from under her skirt, yanking them down with one hand and peeling her skirt up with the other. Naira gasped and cried out softly as her legs were pushed wide open, and her eyes fixated on that beast turning its veined countenance in her direction. On Mina, it simply looked large-- but up close, as it came into scale between her quivering legs, she couldn't even fully process its size. It was... the single largest cock she'd ever seen, and coming from a cow family-- she remembered accidentally getting a peek at her father once, and that had put every man she'd encountered up to this point to shame. But not, it would seem, every woman.

The minotaur descended, her massive bust cutting off the cowgirl's view a moment before they sealed a fresh kiss, a sudden, steaming embrace of lips as her legs were pushed wide apart by the heavy levering of the minotaur's thighs. Hands coursed her belly, her breasts, followed down the broad curve of her hips and curled under to scoop at her ass, to firmly roll her hips up-- to kiss to the searing hot underside of a pillar of flesh looming over her cunny this very second. Naira couldn't hold back a whimper against the minotaur's tongue. That one kiss smeared the shaft with juices, but it ground in against her hungrily for more. Every fine hair on her body must have been on end as that thick creature rooted around her slit, spreading her lips brutishly and drinking up her overflowing juices, wallowing in them. She found herself shivering with desperate need, even as a tiny voice of terror told her she couldn't handle such a thing inside her. But as the minotaur drew back her hips, dragging the head of that monster to align with her sacred portal, she could only hear the desperate hiss in her mind, yessss...

Half a second of yielding pressure broke into sweet, searing pain as Mina dug in, growling hungrily as she kneaded easily at the breadth of her massive ass, massaging her, coaxing her to take that monstrous bulldick. A thick spasm racked her body as she finally split open around the full bulk of the blunt head, and a single high, piercing cry rang out as she was filled, a deep hunger, a terror, and overwhelming pleasure surging through her voice, filling the room as she was impaled, surely, on this creature. And oh, it felt good. It felt right. Tears ran down the sides of her head as her hair mussed about with the rolling and grinding of her head across the bed, and she clung at the minotaur's powerful arms, barely able to focus her eyes on the face of her new lover-- and the raw pleasure she saw there made her blush, even now. They drew together, sharing this moment of the most beautiful, sudden, delicious union.

Deep gasps, heavy pants rolling across flesh, and they pushed together, hips to hips, breasts to breasts, the minotaur's furred legs bristling and bulging with the implacable surge of her slow, powerful thrusts, dragging tingling, nerve-searing sensations up and down her thighs in awful counterpoint to the fire she was stirring in her core. Her entire lower half was alight with sensation, her ass, her legs, the corona of pleasure around her violated, stretched, abused cunt-- finally being put to proper use. She found herself growling back breathlessly, desperate to take everything this stud could give her. She snarled, she lowed, calling to her mate in a guttural voice to fuck her harder, clumsy words spilling from her in her hunger.

The minotaur, giving a roar of her own glutted lust, answered with a swing that crashed the bed forcibly against the wall with a violent creak, and sent a shockwave through Naira's entirety, her vision swimming as her mouth fell open. Another blow landed, and another, sending her into a deep, primal ecstasy as her mind was buried under wave after wave of ridiculous, destructive pleasure, her poor cunny contorting around that battering ram. She drew taut, shuddering and moaning raggedly as the minotaur forcibly pumped an orgasm into her a stroke at a time. She could only struggle to hold onto consciousness as it washed over her, every inch of her curvy, taut-skinned form glowing with heat as she screamed, clamping down on that glorious hunk of beef buried in her belly and drenching it with her liquid lust, lapsing into helpless tremors as the full of climax enveloped her.

Mina grit her teeth, snarling over her latest sweet little piece of ass, sweat seeping down her brow as she lowed and roared in turn, laboring to pound and pound into that cunny, to take as much as she could-- but it was too late, her balls were churning, summoning up a fine reward for this sweet cowgirl for milking her so well. She slammed home, and again, and barely, just barely, drew one more stroke to exultantly run that sweet hole through, the deep bass of her roar setting the furniture rattling as she fired-- and Naira could feel it punch the inside of her womb, coughing once, gasping, and moaning out her jubilant humiliation as she was bred. This would surely put her pill to the test as never before, and the wondrous warmth that spread in her belly was two-fold as she lay, devastated, under her lover and friend of an hour ago hence.

Indeed, it wasn't until after Mina had slowly dragged out of her, gone to use the lavatory, and rejoined her on the bed in a slow-panting mess on the sweat-stained sheets, not until the warmth their powerful bodies had flooded the room with had faded and the glaze of utter satisfaction in taking rut from a worthy bull had slipped away, not until she was left staring at the ceiling with naught but her mind to occupy her as her body eased, that the guilt began to set in.

Mina sighed and rubbed at Naira's shoulder as she hunched over the edge of the bed, halfway to getting up and running out the door before she'd collapsed down again. The minotaur tried, if a bit gruffly, to remind her that it worked both ways-- that both she and her boyfriend had agreed to it, and he'd likely be enjoying himself soon, and they'd both be the better for it and such and such. But Naira knew that they hadn't meant that to really mean her-- that she'd given him permission, but, but she hadn't ever shown any such interests. He didn't expect her to go fool around-- especially not so quickly! He probably hadn't even done it yet-- if he was going to do it at all! Oh, what if he was tearing himself up over it right now, and he was going to come back to her and beg her to take him back now, that he'd never do such a thing and they'd be together forever and, and, and she'd be standing there with somebody else's spooge dripping out of her already. She buried her face in her hands, which was fortunate, because Mina was only barely keeping her sniggering silent.

When the minotaur could speak again, she suggested they do something about it-- to make sure Ardanis had his fair shake. "In fact..." Mina mused, a sly smile turning her features more devious than Naira might have thought possible, "maybe we could solve a couple o' yer problems at once. Wash up, honeybun. Ginger should be home in two shakes, an' we're gonna get together 'n' do some schemin'." Naira was caught between confusion as to this 'Ginger' and incredulity that Mina seemed to think her life was a sitcom, but the minotaur gave her a sound smack on the ass. "Git on now, girl, 'afore ya tempt me to give ya a sore behind to go with yer sore front end." She grinned when the cowgirl scurried off, pouting over her shoulder and giving that big cow butt of hers a rub. "Take yer time rubbin' down, honey, we got a long night ahead of us!"