{"sf1_id":721215,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Caffeine","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":3024,"posted_at":"2014-06-22T11:22:00.000Z","tags":["Age Difference","Anal","Bull","Calf","Cub","Heifer","M/F","NC","Oral","Rape","Vaginal","cock","cow","intimidation"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/721215-caffeine","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/721215","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=721215\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#9 of Miscellany","content":"             Being\nthe newest and youngest reporter for the school paper had been the dream of her\nshort life. In fact Elsie was the first young heifer to ever get the position.\nShe had thought that a lot of the other boys would have been angry with her\nbeing on the staff, but they had handled it remarkably well. OF course, schools\nrules had changed so there wasn't much of a choice. Now they had given her what\nmight be the best interview ever. She was going to get a story from the retired\nsports hero they called Caffeine. She didn't really know that much\nabout him, but everyone still talked about his glorious career. He had gone to\nthis very high school.  It was a funny\nthing how he never appeared in the big newspapers anymore. He used to be the\nmost popular bull of his time. He had dropped from sight, from what she had read.\n Now she got to interview him, and apparently\nan exclusive one at that. She was so excited.                She had\nlooked up information on him, because to be honest, she had no real idea who he\nwas. His heyday was before her time. The young bulls at school seemed to adore\nhim, and she wondered why they had been so kind as to allow her the interview.\nShe figured they would be falling over themselves to get it. A few of them had,\nas a matter of fact, before suddenly letting the matter drop.                When\nthe day came she took the bus into the city, to the high-rise building where\nthe former star lived. She was figuring on having trouble getting in, but all\nshe had to do was show her school ID card and the building manager pointed her\nto the elevator. When the door opened, he inserted his key, punched the button\nfor the top floor, and stepped back out. He was smiling at her as the door\nclosed. She smiled back.                It\nwasn't hard to find the former star's door. It was right in front of the\nelevator and emblazoned with his real name, Taurence Ceratollian. She had seen\nphotos of him from his heyday, when he was younger, and he was quite the\nlooker. He had muscles that rippled under his skin and polished horns big enough\nto hold one of her on either side. He wore gold chains and fine clothes. Her\nheart was racing in anticipation of meeting him.                She\npushed the button by the door, hearing a faint ringing inside. Despite the\nsolid construction of the building, she could feel heavy footfalls heading\ntoward her. They stopped and a heavy click sounded just before the door opened.\nWhen it did, there was a huge form filling it. It was him; older by many years,\nbut still fairly handsome and muscularly built. He had to dropped his head to\nlook at her.                \"Well,\nwell, well, what have we here?\" his low voice boomed out.                \"Excuse\nme Mr. Ceratollian, but my name is Elsie Campbell. I have an appointment to\ninterview you for my school paper.\"                \"An\nappointment? I don't think you do little missy. I don't do interviews.\"                Her\nface fell with a crash. He almost chuckled at her sudden change in emotion.                \"Oh\nalright. Get in here. But I'm telling you that I don't know of my manager\nmaking any such arrangements. But then, perhaps I didn't get the message. I'd\nhardly want to be known as not being able to treat a lady with the proper\nrespect.\"                Her\nheart was thumping and her mind was temporarily foggy as she stepped inside.\nThe place was huge! The main room was a bit disheveled, with clothing on the\nfurniture. She made a quick inspection of the bull she came to see and saw he\nwas only wearing boxer shorts under his robe. She could have hoped for a little\nmore clothing, but if he really hadn't been expecting her, then that would\naccount for it.                He\npointed her to a chair and he dropped onto the huge couch. She tossed a pair of\npink undies on the floor and sat down. She pulled out her note pad and pen and\nwrote the date at the top. \"So Mr. Ceratollian, where shall we start?\"                He was\nleaning back against the couch, arms behind his head,  looking at her. \"I don't know kid. You came to\nme. This is your interview. Ask away!\"                She\nfumbled in her head for the right questions. She suddenly discovered that she\nhad come ill prepared. But she had done a little research on him and knew a few\nthings to ask.                \"So Mr.\nCaratollian, how did you get your nickname Caffeine?\"                His\neyes widened and his nostrils flared. His pupils dilated before he finally\nanswered. \"I could give you several reasons for that. If you want something you\ncan print, then just say it was because I was always such a head rush to the spectators.\nThat was what my manager used to tell me to say.\"                 She\njotted that bit of information down. \"So what was your favorite sport? I\nunderstand you played quite a few.\"                \"Understand?\nKid, I played them all. As for a favorite, I guess I would pick wrestling.\nThere is nothing like full body contact to really test your strength and get\nyour blood flowing. I beat everyone I came up against. Tartan the Great,\nDeonus, Gregory Lestallius, even the famed Jourtrest. My record remains\nunbroken to this day!\"                She was\nwriting furiously. She had only marginally heard these names before. Sports\ntalk just wasn't her thing.  She was\ngoing to have a lot of research to do before she wrote her article.                 He\ncontinued. \"I take it you really didn't look me up before you came?\"                She\nfelt ashamed. \"No I didn't. I kept waiting for one of the boys to take the job away\nfrom me.\"                \"So\nthey allowed you come in their place? I figured the young males would have\nkilled for a shot at this. Well good for them and good for you!\" He was\nsmiling, showing huge white teeth.                \"Thanks!\nLet's see now, what else should I ask you?\"                \"Are\nyou asking me what you should ask?                 There\nwas a moment of silence as she scrabbled to get her thoughts in gear. He broke\nin on that. \"Look honey, I've got things to do today. Maybe I'll just give you\na few highlights.\"                \"Oh\nthank you so much. That would be great!\"                \"Ok\nkid. Sit back and get writing. You see, when I started this whole sports thing,\nI was probably your age, only I was a lot bigger than the other bulls. Heck, I\nwas bigger than the stallions and the bison and the... Well you get the idea. I\nwas bigger than a lot of my teachers. I went out for wrestling, track, and a few\nother team sports. I found I didn't play well with others. It was mostly\nbecause I was so good at everything that I had no patience for those who\ndidn't.\"                \"Those\nearly years I concentrated on my playing. I was pumped up with hormones and\nunleashed them through my activity. It wasn't until I got a contract to play\nprofessionally did I learn there were other ways of burning off the excess\nchemicals in my blood.                 Marty, my\nmanager at the time, got me hooked up with everything I needed to be a star. I had\na penthouse, a limo, food, alcohol, drugs and...\" He trailed off, looking at her.                \"Yes?\"                \"Well,\nI don't know if I should continue. You seem nice and young.\"                \"I know\na few things!\"                \"Suit\nyourself. He got me girls. Nice full breasted heifers, sleek mares, even a few\nexotics like elk and antelope. I had never even thought about sex before. Funny\nthat; now that I look back on it, I was constantly horny. It was probably why I\nwas so driven.\"                She was\nwriting furiously. Still, she could feel the color coming up in her cheeks. But\nshe wasn't going to leave now, not when they had just started.  She could just imagine him in the act. Some of\nthe heifers at school were pretty promiscuous, so she could just imagine how\nthey would be with him, with their big tits swaying back and forth. She was\nstill self conscious about how small her's were. They were udderly ridiculous.                She was\nsmiling at her pun as he continued.  \"I\ngot into the action pretty deep, if you know what I mean. \" She smiled, having\nno idea what he meant. \"Anyway, it was girls, girls, girls. As I grew older,\nthe girls, they got younger.\" She knit up her eyebrows trying to figure that\none out. How could someone get younger when everyone else got older? Everyone aged\nat the same time.                \"Don't\nbelieve me? Hey Orla! Get your scrawny ass out here!\" A door opened and a young\nheifer came out. She looked to be about fifteen. She came over and sat on his\nknee. \"Now you see, Oral here, she came to me about a year ago, didn't yah?\"                The\ngirl nodded. \"And she has stayed ever since. \nShe likes it here with me, and I in turn show her as much of a good time\nas I can.\" The reporter was scribbling furiously, in part to hide her\nconfusion. When she looked up she was horrified to see the big bull open his robe.\nThe young heifer called Orla was pulling his cock from the depths of his\nshorts.                When\nshe had it free, the huge thing stiffened into a veritable tower of flesh. She\nwatched it with morbid fascination. This was part of the interview she was\ntotally unprepared for. She watched red-faced as the girl leaned over the\nimmense organ and slipped it into her mouth. He rested his hands on her head\nand began working her up and down its length. It was soon obvious that she was\nfighting back her gag reflex. Her throat bulged from her head to her chest as\nthe thick organ was rammed down it repeatedly.                Eventually\nhe pulled her off. The poor girl was gasping for breath. Her eyes were tearing\nup and her cheeks were red. Her jaw popped as she closed her mouth. Taurence\npatted his lap and she scrambled to climb up. \nThe robe she was wearing was torn off unceremoniously by the bull and\ntossed to the floor. The heifer had just about as much breast develop as did\nshe, the reporter. Gloria couldn't help but stare.                But\nwhat really caught her eye was the look on her face. It was something akin to\nterror, only terror that has been mitigated by the passage of time. She spread\nher legs as he lifted her up. From her position across from the couple, she\ncould see the pink slit that was here private area being pulled wide open. As\nhe lifted her up, she followed the tip of his enormous cock as it touched, then\nstabbed into that opening. The girl sucked in a breath but stifled a whimper.                It was\nlike watching a telephone pole sink into the ground, only upside down.  Elsie couldn't remove her eyes from that spot\nas inch after inch of massive cock sunk into her body. Finally, there must have\nbeen room for no more, because a good four inches of it was still outside. Her\nglance went from her crotch to the girl's face. She half expected to see the\ntip exiting her mouth.                All she\nsaw was a grimace and tears.  The girl\nhad her hands on his knees, tightly gripping them to the point that her\nknuckles were white. The bull didn't seem to notice, or if he did, not to care.\nHe had his big hands on her hips and was doing just about the same thing he was\ndoing before with her head. He was pushing her down; down hard. As he pulled\nback and pushed down again, Elsie noted the bulge appearing and disappearing in\nthe girl's, what was her name; oh yeah,  Orla's belly.                Elsie\nsat there, not knowing what else to do. This was hardly something she wanted to\nreport for the paper. But she was morbidly fascinated by the event unfolding in\nfront of her. She had never seen a cock before, much less one this big and doing\nwhat it was now doing. She could see a full grown cowgirl handling it maybe,\nbut a young heifer like this seemed to be ill prepared for dealing with it.                They\nwent on for what seemed like an eternity. Since she didn't know what to expect,\nshe sat there in silence as he grunted and groaned. Then, all at once he\nstopped. He lifted the girl off. Elsie watched as she rose into the air, her\neyes getting even wider. She could find no explanation for this if he was\nfinished with his molestation of her.                She saw\nhis cock slip out and spring back towards his belly. He had her hoisted in one\nhand. With the other, he pulled back her tail and gave it a yank. Orla didn't\nmake a sound, but Elsie make an involuntary yip. That had to hurt! But in the\nnext instant, something happened even more dastardly.  His cock rammed back into her body, though\nthis time, from her seat across from them, she could tell that is wasn't in the\nbreeding hole. He had shoved it up her backside!                Her\nbutt muscles clenched in sympathy for the girl. She had heard of some of the\nyoung bulls at school doing that to each other, but she had never believed it\nwas possible. Now she knew that not only was it possible, it could be done with\neither sex. She had no idea why someone would want to use that hole, when the\nother was properly designed for mating.                That\nwas before she saw Orla's body slide all the way down on his cock. Apparently\nthere was more room in the recesses of her bowels for his meat than in her\nfront. This time the girl's ass was resting all the way down. A look at her\nface showed she was holding back tears. But she refused to say anything.                The\nbull went to work. He had his hands under her arms, and was pounding her down\nwith a look of pure unabashed pleasure on his face. From time to time his\nfingers would dig into her sides, making her yelp and tighten up. Apparently he\nfound this to be exciting, because then he would put more effort into, what Elsie\ncould only think of as, raping her.                Despite\nher disgust, she could only remain seated where she was. After a while, he\nstood, carrying the young heifer with him. He had more than enough strength the\nstand and still maintain his hold her. And furthermore, he seemed to have more\npower in his movements. Soon, his head was tipped back as he ground his body\ninto hers. She was flopping wildly, apparently knowing that fighting back was\nuseless, and perhaps worse than complying.                His\nhands went to her hips and sunk into her flesh. Bruises from previous\nexperiences where now plainly evident, once a person knew what to look for. The\ngirl finally couldn't hold back and began crying and bellowing in a high\npitched fashion. He seemed to like that and ramped things up until with a roar,\nhe slammed himself into her like a bull seeing red.                When he\nwas apparently finished, he pulled out, leaving a river of whitish fluid to\nflow onto the floor. Elsie was disgusted. She was also beginning to see why the\nbys at school had allowed her to come. It was just a big joke to them. She was\nmore than ready to call this interview to a close.                He\ndropped the girl on the couch and turned to Elsie. \"Now that is a fine piece of\nass! Yeah, you see girl? I got older and my taste went younger. I guess maybe\nI'm reclaiming all the stuff I missed when I was young. Sadly, it's hard to\nfind willing little things like Orla anymore.\" The girl was sobbing on the\ncouch, her legs drawn up to her chest.                Elsie\nwas unsure what to say. After that spectacle, she only wanted to head out the\ndoor and never look back. Whatever she had been expected to write, there was\nnothing she could put down on paper that could then be put into print. It was\ntoo disgusting. She watched as he walked over to a table and pulled out a box.\nHe sprinkled some white powder on the tabletop and snorted the stuff straight\ninto his nostrils. When he stood, there was a layer of white around is black\nnose.                He sat\nback down on the couch, half ignoring the girl laying there. \"So? Any more\nquestions?\"                \"Uh, I\ndon't think so. I think I learned a lot today, and I can do some background\nresearch when I get home\"                He got\nup and with a bow, escorted her to the door. At the door, he looked down at\nher. \"You have nice eyes. I bet they match the rest of you.\" Her discomfiture\nincreased as he leaned over her to the door. In the next instant there was a\nclick. She turned to leave and nearly ran into the closed panel. She turned\nwith fear in her eyes.                \"I\nsuppose that you were sent here under false pretenses. That's too bad for you,\nand great for me. You see, girls are getting a little hard to come by anymore.\nA little fresh meat spices things up.\" He was holding the key to the inside\nlock.                He\nturned and walked towards the bedroom. \"Oh, and by the way, my nickname wasn't\never Caffeine. That was a spin from my manager years ago. What they really\ncalled me was \"Calf Fiend\". "}