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Hey everyone,

here it is the first draft of this story. I confess that I didn't remember exactly what my Gritou's idea was, and I wanted to try something purely smutty with this one, so no character development and lots of sex. Can't say I am all too happy about that, I think that the second draft is much better in all aspects. I decided to post it since the differences are so huge that it is practically a different story, with the characters having the same species and names, but just that. So, curious to see what you think about it, and of the confrontation between the two ^^ The other, better draft can be found here Celebrating The Victory Thank you my love for making me write the other one, by the way!

"Fuck, you're so big!"

"Shut your mouth, you faggot!" Melvin mooed angrily at the male under him. The black panther did as ordered and stayed silent, an occasional moan escaping his thin lips thanks to the rough fucking he was getting there, in a dirty bar restroom, bent over the toilet bowl.

It disgusted the bull that this unknown feline was liking, even getting turned on by having a big, fat cock up in his ass! He was sure that, if he extended his paw, he would have found the length of the cat dripping and hard, not that he would ever do that, he wasn't a fucking homo!

"Oh, dammit!" The bovine cursed, the feeling of the tight hole around his bullhood just so great. It helped that he hadn't got laid in five days, since his bitchy girlfriend had found that gay video. She didn't even believe that he got it by mistake! Even if it was the truth, he had accidentally downloaded while in search of new thrills... But still, t was unfair to withhold sex because of that, leaving him with only his calloused paw!

He groaned, the surfacing anger powering his thrusts and making him push harder in the faggy panther, the strong slapping of flesh against flesh forcing more moans out of the mewling fur. To be fair, the feline wasn't really flamboyant, with his nice coat and blue jeans, but hearing, and feeling, his reactions to be fucked showed his true colors.

The bull grabbed his bitch's back, changing the angle of entrance for his big tool, almost throwing back his head in pleasure but remembering not to do it, no one wanted to slam his horns against a hard door, no one!

He needed this fuck, since the bitch's unjust punishment made him almost miss the celebratory after-game rut; a bull just needed a warm, tight hole to really enjoy a victory! The big footballer had considered pleading -pleading!- the bitch for sex, gulping down his beer with the guys just to find the courage to lose his dignity, when he saw the panther.

Melvin leaned on the black feline, the long roping tail batting against his sturdy and strong frame, sweat soaking his clothes. He had recognized the tall cat immediately, since he had noted how he followed the team every time they went to the bar; what the bull, and only the bull, had seen was how the fag looked at them with lust, his eyes practically begging to be bred hard.

That's what the queer was getting, ten inches of a big, fat bull cock up his tail, spreading that hole and hitting places Melvin could only imagine. Well, more than imagine, he had tried a finger up there a couple of times, but that was just because he was curious!

So there had been the panther, sitting on his stool a bit afar from the pack of excited college boys, eyeing the muscleheads drinking and spilling beer on their varsity jackets, being loud and outrageous thanks to having won the game again!

"Oh yeah, dominate me!" The unnamed tailraiser cried out, now even pushing back to each thrust as if to get more of the cock deep in him. The bull snorted in disbelief at such a show of gayness, hot air washing over the bent panther and making his round ears flick.

"I said to shut the fuck up, bitch!" He commanded, punctuating his statement with an extra hard thrust in that delicious and bouncing ass, which made his balls collide with the black, furry ones belonging to the other. He cringed at that reminder of his fucktoy's sex, but kept moving his cock in and out, already long past caring about that useless detail.

Normally, he wouldn't have glanced twice at the footballers stalker, as he called the panther in his thoughts, but his ranging hard-on, the one he had since after showering with the team, made him reconsider. The feline would have been just happy to have a big cock in him, and the bull didn't care in which hole he sticked his tool... So he stared at the stalker, winked quickly when he was sure he was looking at him and declared loudly he would hit the men's room.

Melvin decided to attack the willingly ass in a different why, shifting his hips while invading it, and he was rewarded by louder moans; he enjoyed having his bitches moan and getting satisfaction from his tool, he was a gentleman after all!

The bull hadn't waited too long in the restroom, just the time to buy a condom from the automatic machine, when the door opened, the panther entering and looking almost shy. The feline's eyes had widened when he saw the condom in the big bull's paw.

"You really... I though I was misunderstanding... I can't believe Melvin Sa..." The black furred man ranted, shaking in excitement and sporting a modest bulge in his pants.

"Get in the stall, fag!" The bull bellowed, tossing the faggot in the stall. At that moment he was sure that the panther knew that the big, mean quarterback wanted to fuck him, and now the cocksucker was getting what he had always wanted, the hard rod of bullness devastating his tight hole, making him moan like a bitch. Melvin wondered briefly if he was faking those sounds, but they seemed too genuine. Maybe he should try it again... Trevor seemed open to the possibility...

He shook his horned head, setting his mind to reply what happened before while buttfucking the panther soundly. The feline had tried to kiss him right away, but he was no man for gay stuff, he just easily stopped him and pushed him on his knees, while struggling with his belt.

The pants had dropped quickly, revealing his huge hard-on to the panther, who didn't even waste time and delved immediately to lick all of the length, as the fag he was. Those raspy licks had felt so great on the bull, stimulating his tube of flesh in so many ways while the unknown cat began to caress his balls.

Then, when the craving for more had grown to unbearable levels, the feline made his move and, opening his mouth as wide as possible, took the bullhood in his muzzle, swallowing it whole! He didn't believe his eyes, seeing the panther deep-throating his ten inches without a problem, even not gagging, but soon his amazement had been washed away with pleasure.

And he had been surely lucky to find such a cocksucker, the cat was skilled, moving his muzzle up and down his shaft with ease, his lips forming a perfect O around it, preventing any contact between his fangs and the sensible flesh. His raspy tongue made numbers that none of his girlfriends had ever been capable of, just caressing and milking his cock of his manly juices.

But the panther had been moving too slowly for the bovine's tastes, so he grabbed rudely his head and used the leverage to begin face fucking him, the tailraiser just staying still, except for his skilled, swift tongue. The pacing was just perfect, his cock thrusting inside the wet, warm sucking muzzle, the pressure on it being just so good, even the slapping of his balls against the other's chin just added to everything.

Lost in his pleasure, he gazed on his cock entering that muzzle and he groaned in surprise at seeing the cat had been jerking his barbed kitty prick length. He liked to be used like that! He had to admit that the sight of a man hard for having his pole in him almost had made him spill his cum, but he was stopped by something warm and sticky splashing on his balls.

"Your spunk just hit my balls, faggot!" The bull roared, pushing the panther away, the feline's paw still holding his cum-shooting cathood.

"I-I'm sorry, it was just so hot and-and!" The panther stuttered, getting up and trying to back away from the approaching bovine but being stopped by the the wall of the stall, his unbuckled pants falling.

"You're going to pay that!" Melvin bellowed, with one paw grabbing the cat by the scruff and bending him over the toilet bowl and yanking down the smaller male's pants with the other, baring the full black buttocks of the feline.

"Are you going? Here?" The feline tried to fight back, but the bull was just too strong, so he just resigned himself, grabbing everything he could to position himself there. The bovine didn't say anything, just took the condom and quickly donning it on his sizable cock, worrying for a second if it was lubed but dismissing the thought immediately. If the stranger really didn't want a cock hard in his tail, he should have screamed or something.

Without more ceremonies, he just angled his tool, its tip aimed at the tailstar of the faggot, then just pushed, his ears flicking at the groans of pain of his victim but otherwise silence to them. It didn't take much to hilt himself completely, and he didn't wait for the poor feline to adjust to it before beginning the rut; plus, from how much the queer was enjoying himself, it was clear he was having his dirty, little fun.

He snapped back to the present, with his cock still going in and out of the hot, tight crevice belonging to the cat, his insides massaging his tool in so many ways. The bull now changed the style of his thrust, withdrawing out of the ass until just the tip of his bullhood was still in before ramming the whole length back where it belonged, in a willingly bitch. The stimulation was almost excruciating, the cocksucker sure knew how to clench and milk a bull, so much that he was already feeling his balls drawing near to his body in preparation.

Melvin wasn't the only one being close to the edge, judging by how hard the panther pushed back against the invading object, saying incoherent words, and that amazed the bull once again since, this time, the stalker couldn't jerk his junk without falling painfully. Was so great to have something that big inside? To be fucked, and dominated? To be on the receiving end for once? He knew from his... exploration that it felt good, but not that good.

"Fuck". He cursed, increasing his pace, just to push away the thoughts of him being on the bottom and being used like he was using the panther, and just focused on the feelings of fucking something alive and with his own mind. The bovine had just the presence of mind to feel the male under him tense all of sudden, with something hitting the toilet bowl with wet sound, before the hole he was abusing got even tighter than before.

"Oh fuck!" He repeated, realizing that the other guy had just came for the second time, and hand free no less! It was too much for the pent up footballer, so he draw the panther nearer for the last thrust, cum being shot in the condom so hard that it actually pierced through the weak material, not made for someone with his masculinity. He took out his tool quickly, just that a rope of his seed burst out of his cock, landing on the back of his bitch, drawing white lines on his t-shirt.

Melvin stood there, painting, with the cat slowly raising from his position, with the same difficulty at breathing. They just stayed there, trying to compose themselves, the stranger not even turning, with pants at their ankles. Then the panther started to dress himself, so the bull pulled himself together, tucking his welthering cock inside his boxers and buckling his pants, before searching for his wallet and, once found, taking out a small piece of paper.

"Hey fag, turn around." He ordered, and was pleased to see that the tailraiser did as told. "This is my phone number, you will call me tomorrow afternoon, mind AFTERNOON, if you want another ride".

Melvin handed the paper and just went out of the stall, sighing with satisfaction. He didn't need his girlfriend anymore, that bitch!