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Shiny (Reader Release)
🕑 Added 2025-04-15 21:29:20 +0000 UTCA quick note about the tags on this short. Yes, it's a furry story. It's not my thing and I don't know the tropes but I like to dabble in it every so often. Yes, there is cuckolding. But the focus is on the bull and the wife, the cuck isn't even seen. And yes, the main character is Bisexual with a gay romantic interest. But the story features only male-female nookie. Now that I've narrowed it down so much that nobody will be interested, enjoy! 😄
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Shiny
The frigid drizzle slants into my city from the North where the dour gray clouds gradually darken to charcoal black. Leaning against the fender of my magi-cab with the sodden remains of a stogy clamped between my teeth I watch the approaching storm. My mama had raised me with enough good sense not to stand in the rain but mama wasn’t around no more and I never was one for listening anyhow. The lightning was pretty and sitting up here just a few dozen yards down the slope from the rear gate of the palace grounds I had one of the best views in the city. Below me sprawled the stone temples, villas, towers and basilica of the Royal District with the humbler wood-built factories, houses and hovels stretching out almost to the horizon. By rights I ought to have been out in the smog and grit of the lower fringes with my own class of people but tonight the King was having a big do at the palace. My completion would be bumper to bumper and clogging the lanes around the front entrances but most of nobles and the visiting dignitaries they were scrabbling over had their own carriages and drivers. The way I saw it it wasn’t just the fancy muckity-mucks that needed transport. Staff, aides and hanger-ons would eventually be streaming out of this back gate and me and my old hack would be right here to meet them.
A group of Porcine folk hurry past toward the stairs leading up the palace which makes me wonder how such lowly critters had gotten access, even if they were just servants. Generally the pretty folk didn’t appreciate us rural ‘barn yard’ races sullying their sight. I don’t ponder long though. It wasn’t my business.
With rain dripping from my horns I pull my oilskin duster tigher around my wide barrel chest. I was just about to finally follow Mama’s advice and duck into my rig when I catch sight of of another figure, this one lithe and cloaked, making its way up the street. With a familiar beckoning sway to the curvy hips I knew exactly who was hiding beneath that hood. Any other critter in the city would have seen a dame, even if the hood was pulled back and the figure’s soft, feminine voice heard, but I knew the city’s finest femboy when I saw him.
“How you doin, pup?” I say as he approaches.
“Samson! How did you know it was me? I was trying to be mysterious.” Buster steps up to me, the top of his head reaching barely above my nipples, and pulls his hook back just far enough for his slender lab snout to peek through. What a sight! Twenty five years old, lean and fit, and as pretty as a man could be Buster had this way of my jaded heart go pitter-patter like it nothing else could. He was done up nice tonight with shadow around his gorgeous brown eyes, highlights through the mop of curly hair on his head and glittering tassel earrings hanging from his velvety blond ears. Like me, he was working tonight.
Ignoring his question I flick away my soggy cigar and ask one of my own. “So ya gonna let me make an honest bitch out of ya yet?”
“Marriage!?” His ears perk up as he laughs that adorable yipping laugh of his. “That depends. You get some big inheritance I haven’t heard about?”
“HA! Come on, now. Where’s your solidarity with a fellow workin man?”
“Solidarity doesn’t pay the bills.” He quips. “Or buy me new shinies.” Stepping in close he playfully walks two fingers up my chest. “You got a new shiny for me, Sam?” He gives me one of those little pleading whines that he knew I liked so much. “Mmmmm?”
“Wish I did, pup.” I take his slender hand, as always admiring how his blond fur matched so nicely with my sienna hide, and bring it to my broad lips for a kiss. His fur was so damn soft and smelled sooooo fucking good. “Mmmm.”
“Damn.” He sidles in for a hug. “Guess I have to earn my chow tonight, huh?”
“You and me both. Someday, pup.” I run a hand down the sexy curve of his back. “I’ll keep ya right. I promise.”
“Mmm.” He smiles and dwells in the fantasy for a few seconds before sighing. “You bulls. Always with the bull…”
“It ain’t bullshit.” I cut him off. “You’ll see.” Taking a grab of his plump bottom I give it a squeeze. “You on the clock yet?”
“He he he!” He flicks my left horn. “No more freebies. Not this early in the night at least!”
“Heh!” I grin with the knowledge that my big bovine cock and stamina could force even an experienced harlot like Buster to clock out for the evening. “Noodles later? I should be all done here by 4 AM.”
“Absolutely!” I could feel his tail trying to wag beneath the long cloak. “Usual place?”
“I’ll be there.”
“I’ll try my best.”
We kiss.
“Stay safe, sweetie.”
“You too, Sam.”
We kiss again then I swat his ass and send him on his way.
Well…shit. Now I was cold, wet AND horny. That little Labrador had brightened a gloomy evening but damned if the hours weren’t gonna drag on twice as long now. I was about halfway through another cigar and still fantasizing about my pooch pal when another cloaked figure comes padding swiftly my way, this time coming down the steps from above. Like Buster it was sleek and limber and wore its fine cloak so as to hide its identity but unlike him this one had an nimble grace to its movements that could only mean one thing. It was a cat. I fuckin hated cats! Moody, haughty, selfish and some of the worst tippers amongst the races I would have preferred even a skunk to a cat. But with our glorious king being a lion these soiree’s tended to be crawling with his fellow kitty-kind so I’d always known this was likely. Besides, a fare is a fare.
I crush out my smoke and stand ready. The figure, a woman, makes straight for my cab with obvious haste. As it nears I tip my horns and say in my most amiable tone. “Need a lift, mum?”
“I am not your fucking ‘mum’, hornhead.” A growls the woman as a pair of jade eyes flash within the hood of the cloak. Beyond the eyes I could see very little as her coat blended into the shadows of the hood. A panther! What in the hells was a noble woman doing using this exit!?
“Beggin yer pardon!” I snap to attention, my eyes panning up the stairs to the palace walls. Where were her guards? Her attendants? Why was she out here alone? What was happening here?
With a nervous glance behind her she waves at me impatiently. “Open the damned door! Quickly!”
“Right.” I pull the rear passenger door open.
The wide door could accommodate a hippo but the lady didn’t have the patience for it to fully open and slips in the instant she could fit. Ducking low in the spacious passenger compartment she hisses. “Drive!”
“Uh, right.” I slide the door closed then hurry to the front to settle into my seat. I flick the mana-ignition and my trusty old hack hums to life. “So, where can I take ya?”
“I said DRIVE you stupid beast.” She snaps.
“But…where are we…?”
“GO!”
“Right!” With a pull of the wheel and a push of the accelerator I pull into the street and we are on our way.
For ten blocks I drive in no particular direction, glancing up into my rear view as often as I could to check on my passenger. At first she stayed low and peeked out the back window but with each passing block her agitation eased until at last she sat up in the seat and relaxed. The hood is pulled down to reveal a woman about my age of striking elegance. Her long hair, as black as her onyx coat, was done up in a coiled braid that crowned her head behind her rounded ears in a style fashionable by the upper classes. As the cloak parts I see a fine green gown adorned by gems and silver embroidery. Gods! That dress alone was worth more than a brand new cab. The bling didn’t stop there though as she wore diamond earrings, a dazzling diamond necklace and rings of ruby and emerald. The woman inside the dress was long, lithe and small-breasted with a face lean and proud. No doubt she was a looker, for a feline that is.
The cab quickly became thick with her scent, a blend of spicy perfume and her own piquant musk. At the ball she’d just left there would have been incense and oils and floral potpourri to help blend the various animal aromas but here in the confined space of my clean cab I was practically choking on her aroma. Just my luck. Not only do I get a cat and a noble cat, now I had a cat in heat! And with the rain really starting to come down opening the windows was out of the question. It was times like these I wished I’d sprung for the window that separated my compartment the back.
Without any niceties or addressing of the obvious questions she asks bruskly. “Can this bucket make it to Highwood and back before morning?”
“Highwood?” I glance back at her. “Highwood Estate? That would take us out of the city.”
“The livestock knows how to read a map. How quaint.” She sneers. “Yes, idiot! Highwood Estate. Now answer me.”
I grit my teeth so as to hold back my tongue. After a calming breath I say. “Technically my license only allows me to operate within…”
“I don’t give a damn about your fucking license.” Taking off one of her rings she throws it at my head. It ricochets off my right horn and bounces down onto the seat beside me. “Will that cover the fine, peasant?”
She was damn lucky that her ring had landed where I could see it. Noble or not that kind of treatment normally would have seen her on her ass in the nearest gutter but as I looked down at the platinum band set with a ring of tiny diamonds and large central ruby my normally short fuse refused to light. It was so…shiny.
“Yeah.” I say with as much calm as I could muster. Taking the ring I slip it into my trouser pocket. “I’d say that’d cover it.” Leaning forward I look to the roiling clouds above. “We’ll be headed straight into the storm.”
“I…don’t…CARE! Can we make it back by morning?”
I sigh. “In good weather, easy, but…”
“Then do it. I don’t care how you do it, just DO IT! SSSS!”
“I’ll what I can.”
A tense silence descends on the cab for the next quarter hour as I navigate through the cobbled streets of the high city and into the packed dirt roads of the low city. In the back my fare sits staring intensely out the right hand window though she doesn’t seem to take notice of anything passing by. With both a bench of both front and back facing seats facing each other and large space between them the lady could have brought half a dozen more of her kind and still had room to spare but as it was she struck a small and lonesome figure sitting there stiff and scowling. Her posture is as taut as a bowstring.
Hoping to lighten the insufferably awkward energy I make an attempt at conversation.
“The name’s Samson.”
“Good for you.” She snaps back. With angry eyes she glances at me before looking straight back out the window again, then mutters. “Countess Cadenza.”
“Never had a countess in my hack before.”
She looks around the cabin with derision. “Nor will you again, I’ll wager.”
“Heh! Yeah. Probably not.” I say. “The ol’ Limosin’s not much to look at but he gets ya from A to B.”
“Pff.” She jostles as we splash through a pot hole. “This is no limousine, I assure you.”
“Never said it was.” I say. “I said Limosin. That’s me.” I slap my chest. “Pure breed Limousin.”
“Very funny.” She sneers. “As if pure breed means anything to your type.”
“Breed don’t mean much, it’s true. My mama always said it’s how you treat folks that really matters. Seems yours taught ya otherwise.”
“MY mother is a sorceress of the Hidden Eye. MY mother oversaw the treaty of Highwood. MY mother is right now sitting at the King’s table. Meanwhile you’re ‘mama’ was a…”
“Don’t!” My already deep voice drops an octave and hardens as I give her a steely glare through the mirror. “I won’t hear sass against my mama. You came to me, Countess. I never asked for this.”
“Pff!”
My tone warms again. “There’s no need for the ride to be unpleasant.”
She takes a long breath and crosses her arms. “Fine.”
We ride for a couple of more minutes in quiet, which was okay by me as the slick rutty road demanded my attention. Thankfully once we were clear of the city there were few others foolish enough to be on the road on a night like this. Behind me the Countess jostled left and right, but the road conditions seemed to be the least of her problems. The fur along the top of her nose had the dark sheen of sweat, her hands gripped her cloak repetitively, and with every bump she was pressing her thighs tight together.
Fanning her dress she says. “Why do you keep it so damned hot in here?”
Only too happy to get some relief from her hot musk I roll the front two windows down a bit to let in some fresh air. “Better?”
She nods though her sweating and squirming doesn’t abate. “Hff! Can’t this thing go any faster?”
“Not in these conditions.” I say. “These country roads aren’t maintained so good. Gets much worse and we might have to pull over.”
“Don’t you DARE!” She says, her tone beginning to shift from derogatory to desperate. “I hired you to get me there and back by morning.”
“And I said I’d do what I can. I can’t control the weather.” Before she could snark at me again I say. “Keep talking. It’ll take your mind off of what’s bothering you.”
“Who said anything is bothering me?”
I tap my mirror. “It ain’t hard to notice.”
“Hmph.”
“Let me guess. The Count didn’t along come to the ball.”
“My husband is there.” She says. “I had a pressing matter at home I need to attend to.”
“Hm.”
Her eyes narrow. “What do you mean, hm?”
“I just figured…you being high heat and all…”
“How DARE you! HOW DARE YOU!”
“Heyyy, easy Countess. It happens. Itches need scratchin. No shame in it. You nobles ain’t so different than the rest of us.” I chuckle. “Mama used to send us away to the grandfolks when it was time for Dad to visit. Mama…whooo boy! She’d get some riled up.”
“You are a disgusting creature.” She wipes her nose of sweat and fans her dress faster.
“It’s just nature.” I shrug.
“There’s a shortcut up ahead.” She scrambles forward to come up behind me and point over my shoulder to a narrow lane that cut through an orchard. I slow down to take a look just in time for a flash of lightning to show that it was little more than a cart path of dark greasy mud and puddles that were gods only knew how deep.
“I don’t think we’d make it.”
“Rrrrrr.” Comes a low rolling growl.
I glance up to the mirror to see the Countess at my shoulder. Her focus wasn’t on where I was pointing but on me. Her gleaming green eyes pan across my wide shoulder, up my head then back out along my foot long right horn. Her radiating heat warms my ear, her rapid breath huffs against my neck and her fiery gaze was locked on me like her quadrupedal ancestors might have studies their prey.
“Countess?”
“Hm?” She blinks her eyes and shakes her head. “Yes! Take the shortcut.”
“But…”
“Take it!” Taking off another ring, this one of gold and emerald, she stuffs it in my breast pocket along side my stogies. Her hand strokes slowly up across my thick pec before she huffs and shakes her head again. “You’re a driver, drive!” She throws herself back across the cabin and into the back seat again. “GO!”
“Alright.” I say as I turn down the lane.
Five minutes later I standing am in the howling wind calf deep in muck as I am heaving the front end of my cab out of ruts that had bogged us down. My trusty vehicle could handle land or water, but this in between sludge had proved too much. Even if we could have moved it was so dark and the rain was coming down so hard that I couldn’t have seen a thing even with my magi-lamp turned to max. Until this storm blew over we were stuck here among the peach trees. Had this been any other ride I would have been cussing a storm but with a shiny in my pants pocket and another in my shirt there wasn’t anything that was going to darken my night.
All blurry from the steady stream of water flowing down the windows I see the Countess raging and ranting inside the cabin. The professional side of me hated to see a dissatisfied customer but the rest of me was thinking that this couldn’t have happened to a nicer lady. I’d do my best not to laugh but damn it was gonna be hard. After turning on the rooftop emergency flasher I slide open the passenger door and duck inside.
“What are you doing, oaf?”
“Gettin comfy.” I say as I peel out of my drenched duster and toss it through to the front. Reaching through the gap I open the storage compartment beside the driver’s seat to grab the bundle of oat-crunchies and the jug of flat ale I’d brought for lunch. I activate on the dim overhead glow stone, settle into the rear facing seat and stretch my legs out across the floor. “Sorry.” As say, opening the wrapped bundle to reveal the delectable golden nuggets inside. “Don’t got anything for you carny’s I’m afraid.”
“What do you think you are doing?” She says again in disbelief of my brazenness. “Get out there and get us moving!”
“This hack ain’t goin nowhere until this storm’s done blowin.”
“What!? B-B-But…you can’t…I can’t… Move this cab, NOW!”
“I hate to say I warned ya but…” I grin. “…I did warn ya.”
With a fury that made the weather outside seem like a gentle shower the Countess rails against me, my kind, and every walking thing with or a horn or antler sprouting from their skulls. Pacing back and forth in front of me with arms flailing she hits me with insults that would make a jackal tuck tail and run. She might have been a blue blood but the lady could swear with the best of them! As I watch her bluster I munch my snacks and sip my ale. This was better than the theater!
Eventually her anger exhausts itself and she slumps back into her seat. With trembling hands she grips her knees and closes her eyes as she tries to control her breathing.
“Feel better?”
“No.”
“Well it was a tantrum for the ages.” I raise my jug. “Cheers.”
As I take a pull she sighs and her shoulders sag. Her onyx features, as dark as the night outside, were unreadable in the wan light but I could feel the energy shift between us. “You don’t understand.” She says, her voice low and soft. “I need to get home tonight.”
I offer the ale and, after a pause, she takes it and down a few deep gulps. “Hahhhh. You’re right. I am in heat. Tonight it peaks.”
“Yet you left your husband at the palace.”
“There is nothing he can do for me.” She takes another hard swig and smacks her lips loudly. I hadn’t the heart to tell her that there wasn’t a lick of alcohol in it as she was clearly hoping it might.
“I mean, surely there must have been broom closet you two coulda snuck into or something?”
She looks at me for a long few seconds before she begins to laugh. “Samson was it?”
“Friends call me Sam.”
“Sam.” Her chuckles fade and she points at me. “Bullseye.”
“Hm?”
“A broom closet is exactly where we did it.”
“Ha ha! Countess, you slut.”
“You don’t know the half of it.” She takes another pull from the jug.
“The good Count didn’t scratch itch?”
“Scratch it?” She trills. “My dear Hector can’t even reach it.”
“Ouch.”
“All he did was get my passions burning hotter.” Again she drinks. “Finishes in a fucking minute.” Another drink. “And he knows I can’t get there from penetration alone. Especially on his pathetic little nub.” And another angry swig. “Selfish prick.”
“Hey, go easy there Countess.” I say, playing up the illusion that the ale might get her drunk.
“Here.” She pulls off an earring and tosses it across the cabin. I snatch it from the air and slip it into my pocket. “Good?”
“It’s all yours.”
“Mmm.” She takes another hit. “My poor little Hector. He tries, you know. He really does.”
“You were runnin back to a lover?”
She taps her nose. “Bullseye. You are quite clever for a bovine.”
“I seen lotsa things in this old cab. Heard lotsa stories. After awhile they all kinda start to rhyme, ya know?”
Her mouth curls into a devious smile as her bright eyes narrow. Leaning forward she whispers. “I think I might have something to shock even you.”
My ears perk up. “Go on.”
“My lover…heh heh heh…” She pauses dramatically. “…is a wolf!”
“Hah!” I gasp in mock shock. “Another species!?”
“HA!” She rocks back and laughs, pointing at me. “That’s right, Sam. The proud and noble Countess Cadenza of Highwood is a common wolf’s whore.”
“A commoner no less!” I play up my reaction. “You are a slut!”
“I am!” She raises her chin proudly. “He is a wolf! Our grounds keeper. A powerful hunter! And a real man. The Count of Highwood is cuckold to the alpha male of the estate.”
“Erm. Beggin your pardon, mum.”
“He he he, mum.”
“You sure you should be tellin me all this?”
“Pff! As if anybody would believe you.” She laughs. “Your word against mine? HA! No offense.”
“None taken.” I pop a crunchie in my mouth.
“Besides. It feels good to finally tell someone.” She gulps down another swig. “He’s married too. Neither spouse has a clue. Does that shock you, Sam?”
“Mm.” I shrug. “That part, not so much. Ya see I gotta special someone too. Probably in the arms of another man as we speak.” A little pang of hurt touches my heart. I was not jealous by nature and I’d known Buster’s business since the day we met, but I couldn’t deny that it bugged me thinking about those Johns with their hands all over my pup.
“It’s not the same.” She dismisses the comparison out of hand. “Nothing about us is the same.”
“No.” I say as a memory of my beautiful Buster curled up at my side and sound asleep drifts through my mind. What could a noble know about something so simple and pure? “I suspect you’re right.”
“Mmmm.” She hugs the jug to her body, her right hand running up and down the glazed ceramic surface, as she turns her head to stare out the window with a far away look. “I need to see him tonight. I need to.”
“I’d get ya there if I could.”
She takes a deep breath and nods. “I know, Sam. You did your best.”
“Huh! So she can be nice.”
She chuckles. “Don’t get used to it.” Silence descends on us as the Countess starts to look at me in a whole new way. There is a palpable shift in mood as her eyes, sultry and sensual, crawl up and down my bulky body. “Mmmm.”
“Here we go.”
“Sam?”
“Yes, milady?”
“You ever been with a feline before?”
“Countess?”
“Yes, Sam?”
“Are you flirting with the livestock?”
“Ha ha ha!” She takes a final long drink from the jug then corks it and wipes her lips. Her eyes flare as she slides forward in her seat and continues checking me out like a piece of prime beef at the butcher’s. “Mrrrrmmm. You’ve never had pussy like me, I guarantee.”
“Respectfully, milady…” I say as I lean back further and spread my legs wider. “…little pussies like you can’t handle what I got.”
“Rrrr.” My bravado only arouses her more. “There is nothing a man like you could offer that a woman like me couldn’t handle.”
“Heh!”
“Is it true what they say about…your type?” She purrs.
“Cab drivers?”
“Horses, donkeys, bulls…you know what I mean.” She pulls at the neck of her dress to reveal a peek of her scant cleavage. It would have done little for most of my kind, we bulls tended to love a nice big set of udders, but my tastes were broader than average. “I bet you’re not all that they say. It’s all just talk for giggling scullery maids.”
Grabbing my prodigious bulge I brag. “I’ve had a scullery maid and I can tell ya she wasn’t gigglin.”
“Heh, heh, heh.” Reaching behind her neck she unclasps the glittering necklace. Quietly I pray that she throw it my way like she had the rings as Buster and I could live off a piece like that for the rest of our lives, but she wasn’t quite that far gone in her lust and sets it lightly on the seat beside her. I’m not disappointed for long however as she then removes her remaining earring, looks at it a moment, then flicks across to me as if it were a worthless bauble. It irked me how frivolous this woman was with wealth that could feed an honest family for months. What had she done to deserve such largess when so many went hungry? Setting my ethics aside I snatch up the earring and tuck it away with the other.
“Thanks for the tip.”
“Mmmmm.” Her predator’s eyes smolder. Slipping down off of her seat she gets on her hands and knees to slink into the space between my spread legs.
“You’re gonna get that pretty gown all dirty.”
“Rrrrmmmm.” She rises on her knees in front of me. Her hands rub up and down my thighs before stroking up her lean torso. Grabbing the neck of her dress she tugs it roughly as she tries to show me her tits.
“Need some help?” I ask with a rise of my brow. Her reply is a nod of her head. I set aside my snack, lick my thick fingers clean, then oh so calmly…RIP…the front of her fancy ball gown wide open! In an instant she her lithe torso is exposed from neck to cunt.
“HAH!” She lets out a loud gasp as my ears also catch the clattering of at least a dozen of the small gems woven into the garment careen in every direction. Even if she went looking for them there’s no way she’d ever find them all, and given the way she was looking at me the chances of that were slim anyhow. “Oh! You BEAST!” She hisses. Grabbing my big hands she slaps them onto her sinuous nubile body. “Yessss!” Between knuckle and thumb I pinch her small left breast as my other hand darts down to start rubbing her hot cunny. It was every bit as wet as I expected. “OHHHH! YOU BRUTE!”
“Not wearin any panties to the King’s ball?” I give her sex a stiff slap. “You are a slut.”
“FUCK! YESSSS!” Her fingers claw down my shoulder. “I am! I am a slut! Just a slut for big cock. Mrrreeeooowwww…FUCK!” She cries as my middle digit pushes up her tight pussy.
“Wolfie’s packin, is he?”
Breathing hard and heavy as she humps my hand she nods. “He’s a real man! Like you! Ohhhh fuuuck!” Grabbing my horns like handlebars she rides my finger hard. “MMMMM!”
For the cuckold Count I had little sympathy, for whatever reason he purposely chose to hook up with this crazy bitch and his money could buy him a night with any whore that he desired, but I did feel a bit bad for the huntsman. After I got my dick wet in his aristocratic side piece his ‘alpha’ status would be seriously diminished. On the bright side, tonight might just save him from some future marital problems.
“Ohhh! Rrrrmmm! RRRRRRR!” While pinching and slapping her itty-bitty titties I finger bang the horny Countess. Driving my finger deep, deeper no doubt than her hubby could reach, I jigger my hand rapidly. Sloppy, slurpy sounds of wet cunt fills the cabin. The lady might have thought herself something special but damn if her twat didn’t feel, sound and smell like any of the trollop’s off the strip. “FUUUCKK!!!”
“That’s it, you fuckin noble slut, ride that finger.”
“Hrrrmm! MMMM!” Huffing and humping she grinds and grinds and grinds against my hand, her tunnel gripping and releasing in rhythm with her motion. “Ohhh fuck. You’re gonna make me cum you fucking savage. OHHHH!” Her eyes start to glaze, her legs start to tremble, and deep in her chest a crooning half-purr, half snarl rumbles. “MRRRRM!!!” Just seconds before her climax I bring her back to the moment with a slap to the tit while at the same time pulling my finger out and my hand completely away from her. “OHHHHH!!!” She lets out a frustrated wail as I leave her hanging. Had she not had hold of my horns she would have collapsed to the floor in front of me. Panting hard she stares up at me, confused.
Grabbing her head I plant a hard, passionate kiss on her open, gasping mouth. “Mmmmm!”
“MMMMM!!!” Her fingers claw through my hair and down my broad, muscled neck.
Our lips smack as I pull her away and sit her on her ass. Nodding down to the growing bulge in my pants I say. “Get to work, bitch.”
She looks down at the long, thick tube in my trousers then back up to me in wide-eyed disbelief. “YOU would speak to ME like that?” Her face breaks into a beaming smile. “YESSSSS!”
She shrugs out of her dress, her long onyx tail slithering up behind her, which leaves her completely nude above her white stockings. A boom of thunder rattles the cab but neither of us even notice. As I unbutton my shirt the Countess has my belt undone and pants open with a swiftness and efficiency that rivaled Buster. She couldn’t get to my cock fast enough. As she pulls my thick meat from out of my underwear her green eyes bulge.
“By the gods!” She whispers. “It’s true! What they say is true!”
I grin. I could have told her that I was considered hung even among my bovine kind but I figured I’d do my brethren a solid and let her spread the news of our prodigious glory.
Laying down my schlong she brings her hands to cover her mouth, her eyes are as wide as daisies, as she gawks at what she’d revealed. I knew this look well. It was desire mixed with awe mixed with fear. She wanted it, she wanted it bad, but she was suddenly having doubts.
Grabbing my half-flaccid member I slap it against my palm. “Told ya you couldn’t handle it.”
“I can handle it.” She says indignantly at my insulting her whore’s pride. With defiance she looks up at me. “I am of noble stock. I can handle anything you got, peasant. OH!” Grabbing her coiled braid I pull her forward and begin to club at her cheeks and lips with my meaty maul. Without hesitation the Countess begins to lick and suck at my member. “Mmmm! Mrrrm! Ohhh fuck, yessss!” She rubs her muzzle back and forth across my penis. Tasting it, feeling it, smelling it she gets more cock-drunk with each passing second. I didn’t understand it myself but the effect a massive cock had on some people was incredible. Taking my shaft in her soft hands, each hand’s grip nowhere near big enough to reach all the way around, she laps at my dick. “Nngh. Fuck. Mmm. What a fucking cock.” Rising on her knees she leans in to hold my dick against her stomach. From base to tip it reaches well past her belly button. “Gods! Mmm!” Before I can even prod her she bends down to run pink tongue around and around my fat knob.
I try not to squirm at the rough rasp of her tongue but eventually, once she was lapping at my whole, I can’t help but to let out a soft grunt. “Ngh!” I grip the seat in one hand and her head in the other at the pleasurable but borderline agonizing sensation. It felt good but damned if it wasn’t making me miss Buster’s smooth tongue. “Rrm, fuck.”
“Nnngh!” She smiles while still tonguing my tip, gleeful to see the effect she was having on me.
I fix her with a glare and she glares right back. There was derision in those eyes, as if I were just some inanimate thing to be used and discarded, and there was reverence, as if I were a god come to earth. In my thirty one years I’d never seen anything like it. Whether it was passion or hatred or both I could not say but the fire inside of this noble woman burned hotter than a mithril smith’s forge.
Our eyes still locked she opens her mouth wide and wraps her black lips around my crown. “Mmmmmm!” Her eyes glaze in a strange kind of bliss as my girth stretches her jaw and fills her hot, wet maw. “MMMMM!”
“Pfff. That all you got you needy little cumslut?” I scoff. “I thought you were a true whore not a fucking amateur.”
“MRRRRMMMM!!!” Tears fill her eyes as she pushes hard down onto me, taking in as much of my cock as she could handle. Latching tightly around my shaft she suuuuuucks all the way to the tip then, without warning, begins to furiously bob up and down my meat. “Mm! Mm! Mm! Mrm!”
“Now we’re talkin.” My hand resting atop her head I watch the Countess give me head. “Not bad. Mmmm, a real man might make a proper cocksucker out of you yet.”
Her pride questioned she sucks harder and deeper and sloppier. “Mrm! MM! MMM!” Her right hand between her legs I could hear the wet sounds of fingers slapping juicy cunt. “MM! MRM! MMM!”
“Don’t forget the balls.”
Instantly she slips off my tip to run her sucking lips down my shaft. With my help she pulls my pants and underwear down and off my body before scrambling back into position. “FUCK!” She exclaims when she catches sight of my colossal pair. “MMMM!” Diving in snout first she nuzzles straight in between inner thigh and scrotum to sniff and lick the musky sweat from my ballsack. After a few minutes of oral fun with my family jewels she returns to worship my royal scepter. “Mmmm!” She clamps down on my fuck stick and picks up right where she left off.
“Mmmmm.” I stroke my hand along the smooth fur of her shoulder. I had to admit she could blow pretty fucking good. Not Buster good, but good. “That’s better, Countess.”
“Glgh! Mrrm! GLCH!” Her eyes leave mine as she pours all of her focus on giving head. Up and down she sucks and slathers with building fury. Try and try and try again she attempts to deep throat me but I was just too much for her. When I see a look of fierce determination wash over her I knew what was coming. “GLRCHHH!!!” Her body heaves and only my quick pull of her hair keeps her from retching all over me. Spittle dripping from her noble lips she kneels gasping and staring at the towering rock hard penis that had bested her. She slowly looks back up at me a changed woman. Gone was the defiance and loathing, replaced with stunned adulation. “Fuck me.” She mewls. Until now her tone had been commanding, it was now pleading. “Fuck meee!”
Since the moment I’d grabbed my femboy friend’s sweet ass earlier that night I’d been horny as hell and, frankly, I wanted to get this over with so I waste no time in laying her down in the center of the floor. Hurriedly she gathers her gown to bundle it as a pillow. Laying flat she spread brings her knees high and spreads her legs wide. Panting hard she stares up at me, her eyes desperate. Had this been this someone I liked I would have taken some time to put my mouth to her and warm her up, her titties did look suckable and I just knew her cunt would taste good, but as it was we were cutting straight to the chase. Besides, this cock-hungry slut didn’t need anymore warming up.
Kneeling over her I slap my hard cock against her drooling hole. I kinda loved how the deep black of her body and pussy lips made the bright pink of her slit stand out like a beacon. “Relax and let me do my thing.” I place my hand cross my bicep and give it two swift slaps. “Two slaps for me to stop or just tell me, understand?”
She nods with appreciation. Now that the moment had arrived to be split by my hulking member her pride from before was nowhere to be seen. A cock like mine demanded respect as it could actually do some damage, as my various partners and I had learned the hard way during my rowdy teen years.
I rub my dick back and forth across her clitty while pushing two fingers up her slick pussy to finger her a bit more. “Ohhhhh!” She writhes and claws at my legs. Yep, she was as ready as she’d ever be. I press my tip against her entrance then slowly and firmly…push. “Hmph!” She peeps softly as my very tip slips between her pussy lip. “Oh!” She gasps. “Oh! Ohh!” Her eyes widen, her mouth widens, both at the same rate as her pussy opens up. “Ohhhh fuck! OHHH FUCK! OOHHHH GODS!”
“Fuuuck, yeaaahhhh.” I groan as my knob breaks through the initial resistance and begins to glide into hot, gripping snatch. “Relax, Cadenza. There’s a good slut.”
“OHHH GODS!” She slaps the floor with both hands then grabs my arms to stare up into me, her face contorting in anguish and ecstasy . “FUUUUUUUCKKK!!!”
Two, three, four inches of my cunt stretching cock disappears inside of her before I pause to let her adapt.
Breathing hard and shallow the Countess’ face twists through a dozen different emotions before all of a sudden…she SCREAMS! “OOOOOOHHHH FUUUUCK!!!” I watch in fascinated as her long, firm body goes taut and her face starts to tremble. “FUCK!” She cries then suddenly her demeanors goes dead serious and a deep, guttural growl rolls through her. “RRRRRRRR!” At the same time her pussy begins to spasm hard around my shaft.
“Fuck!” I laugh. “Are you cumming?”
“RRRRMMMM! MMMMMMM! RRRRRRRR!!!” She couldn’t have answered me if she wanted to as waves of pain and pleasure rocks her body. “HAHHHHHH!!!”
“Atta girl!” I cheer and start to flick her button with a thumb. “You’re a natural.”
“YOU’RE STRETCHING MEEEEEE!!! FUUUUUUUCK!!!” One blissfully agonizing climax blends straight into the second as the grand Countess of Highwood bucks and bleats beneath me. “OHHH GODS! OAAHHHH!!!”
When she at last returns to her senses she panting and glassy-eyed. “Ohhhhh.” She whimpers. “Ohhh, Sam.” She reaches for me. Careful not to push deeper I come down on top of her. She strokes my back and grips my sides as she kisses me across my lips cheek. “I love you! Ohhh, gods! I love you, Samson!”
“Alright.” I nudge her cheek with my nose. “Take it easy now.”
Slowly and gently I pull back an inch…then push two back in. “Ohhhhh!” Her eyes roll back. “Ohhh, gods yessssss!” Again, one out and two back in. “OHHHHH! So full. Fuck! Soooo fucking full!”
Taking it easy gradually I begin to thrust slow and smooth. “Mmm, you’re doing good. Mmmm, yeah. Nice and tight.”
“Hahhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhh Samson!” With each and every stroke a loud moan escapes her. She simply couldn’t hold them back. At first there was a tenor of struggle to the sounds as the ache of being stretched out mixed with the pleasure of getting filled but before long, sooner than most, her lusty song expresses only rapture. “OHHHHHH!!!”
“There we go.” I croon as I’m finally able to find my rhythm.
“Ohhh Samson.” She sighs, gazing up at me in wonder. “Ohhh gods! You’re so deep. You’re so fucking deep. Ohhh fuck. You’re stretching me so fuckin wide! Rrrrm!” Her eyes roll. “Ohhhhh!”
“That’s it.” I pinch one her little tits. “Whose my slut? Hm?”
Her eyes snap back to meet mine, her confidence rising again. “I am! I’m your slut! I’m your little panther slut!”
“Yeah you are.” She yelps as I spank her breast. “Mmm. Yeah. Take it. Take that big commoner cock you stuck up bitch.”
“Yessss! Ohhhh yessss! Stretch me! Break me! Ruin me! Ruin my married pussy! RRRRRMMMM! RUIN MEEEE!”
With a cocky grin I report. “Too late, you cheating whore. You’re already ruined.” With that I ram an extra two inches deep.
“OHHHHHHHHHH!!!” With the Countess in the throes of a wailing orgasm I drive forward to see how deep this hole could go. As cock hits cervix and I bottom out with all but two inches buried inside of her she ROARS! “RRROOOAHHHHHHHH!!!” Her cunny spasms and squirts as an orgasm like she’d never felt before ravages her mind and body. “OHHHHHH!!!”
A storm rages both outside the magi-cab and within. Outside it was rain, wind, thunder and lightning while within is bucks and howls and screams of ecstasy. Cadenza writhes under me and claws at my broad chest and down my abs while I pound her wrecked pussy with all my bull’s might. She whimpers, she wails, she cries for mercy then begs for more. I hated to admit it but along the way she earns my respect. This noble woman was well and truly a proper slut.
After the gods only know how many orgasms from her I finally drive deep to bust my own. “RRRRMMMM!” My big cock pulses and a moment later her noble cunt is filled with hot bull seed.
“OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Limp and gasping for breath the good Countess gets another lesson in cross-species affairs. Being well hung was just one of the sexual gifts the gods blessed us with. Unlike cats who mated sporadically and in pairs we male bovines were evolved to satisfy an entire harem herd. It was not uncommon for a bull to lay with ten or even twenty fertile cows in a night.
“Wh-What…?” She coos as I pick her up and flip her over the back seat to take her doggy style. “Oh gods! Again!?”
Whap! I lay a stiff spank across her jiggly ass. “Two taps when you’re done.”
“Ohhhhhh gods!”
As I take her back to pound-town I spank her ass and grab her hair and hold her by the arms so that all she could do is cry out and take it. Knowing she could take me I am unleashed to fuck her as hard and as rough and as fast as I wanted. To her credit Cadenza takes me not just once more…but three! Gods damn this bitch could fuck!
In the end she is left trembling in my arms with cum leaking from her gaping hole and more white jizz painted across her soft black fur. Curling up small she oh so tenderly kisses my chest…and softly taps two times. Hugging her tight I nuzzle into her hair and give her a kiss. “Good girl.”
“Mmmmm.”
***
Less than two hours later I am outside in the cool, moist air leaning against my cab as I eat the fresh peaches from the orchard trees. Popping them in whole I chew off their juicy flesh then spit the pits out into the night. I watch the storm recede to the South toward my city and wonder how Buster’s night was going. When I see the lights of an approaching magi-tractor I think briefly of waking the Countess but think better of it. She’d earned her rest. Besides, it was probably best this farmer didn’t know who my fare was tonight. Between the fogged up windows, the interior light being off and her being curled up beneath my duster she would be safe from his sight.
The tractor come chugging up to a stop with a long bearded goat at the wheel. “You damn fool, bull.” He says. “I saw yer hazards from my hut. What are ya doin in my trees on a night like this.”
“Thought I’d try a shortcut.” I say. “Chose wrong. My mama always said I wasn’t one for good sense.”
“Ha! You can say that again!”
“Help me back to the road?”
“Yeah.” He smiles. “Come on then.”
***
As we pull through the gates of Highwood Estate Cadenza is curled up at my side and snuggled into my arm burbling happy little noises. Once awake she refused to ride in the back. She had clutched around her body both her ruined dress as well as my old duster. Unfortunately she also had the diamond necklace clutched in her hand. I’d kinda been hoping it might get forgotten. Ah well. The necklace would have paid for a house of our own and a big proper wedding but I’d already gotten shinies enough to change my life for the better off of her tonight. There was no point being greedy.
“You…were…magnificent.” She purrs, literally. “Prrrrr.”
“You weren’t so bad yourself, for a cat.”
“Mmm. You’ll visit?” She begs for the third time. “Please?”
“I said I wouldn’t.” I say gruffly. “You’ll have to find me.”
“I will.” She swoons. “Ohhhh, Samson. I will! I will find you if I have to ride every cab in the city.”
I pull to a stop at the side servant’s door as I’d been instructed then turn to face my fare. “You still want that ride back to the palace?”
She shakes her head no. “Ohhh, Sam. I can’t even walk, never mind dance.”
“Heh!” I think of her husband her huntsman. Those poor bastards weren’t ever gonna be able to compete with the standard I’d laid down tonight. I get out and walk around to her side. I open the door then help the wobbly legged Countess to the side entrance of her manor. “Need help in?”
“No.” She sighs. “I’ll be fine from here.”
I grin. I was good enough to fuck but to be let in her house. It was as I knew it would be.
“Well then.” I tip my horns. “You have yourself a fine evening madam.”
“Mmmm.” She leans in for a kiss. I give her one, on the cheek. “Good night, Samson.”
As she turns I say. “Uh…my coat?”
“Oh.” She looks down at the duster, reluctant to give it up as it hid the torn gown and her cum stained fur. From out of duster extends a black hand. In the moonlight the diamonds of the necklace sparkle like stars. “Another trade?”
“Oh! Ma’am. I can’t accept…”
“I insist.” She says with a tired smile.
“If you insist.” I snatch the item from her paw before she could change her mind. YES! Spinning on my heel I march to my hack.
Before she was even through the door I am at the wheel and rolling once more. If the roads weren’t too bad I might just be able to make it to a certain noodle shop for 4 AM. As I drive I pull the ruby ring she’d thrown at me first from my pocket to see it gleam in the moonlight. Shiny!
The End
