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The ocelot rocked on his heels and listened to the infrequent chatter coming from the radio on his shoulder. All in all, it was pretty quiet for a "Kocaine" Kahnso concert. Usually the venues could get pretty rowdy, sometimes to the point of riots, but not this one. There was some irony in how the city she was performing in - Las Vegas, the capital of vice and excess itself - was responsible for the tameness. Vegas was insane at the best of times, so a coked-up rock singer brought nothing unexpected to the city.

The relative quiet was exactly why Xiao was so interested when a report came in through the radio. Something to break up the boredom at last. "Uh, we've got a code four in the lobby. Xiao, give that a look."

"Sure," the ocelot replied. Code four, a general disturbance - probably someone who had too much to drink, causing a ruckus because they couldn't get in or maybe it was another evangelical condemning the evil singer's Satanic lyrics and all those she subverted with his foul messages. Xiao remembered that one fondly.

What he found in the lobby turned out to be better than the evangelical, better by far for somebody like him. Her name, which he did not know, was Mavis Friar. Her species, equine; her breed, Tennessee Walker; her weight, at least two-hundred pounds for sure. Xiao could tell just from a glance that she had the bulk to floor him if she wanted to, and if the mushy southern drawl dripping out of her mouth was anything to go by, she was probably a country girl who was quick to punch and quicker to go grab the double-barrel out of the pickup truck.

The ocelot, who liked to wrestle and knew a few decent takedowns, approached the mare with caution. She wasn't really causing much trouble that he could see. The ticket checkers shot her occasional annoyed glances but the attendees were milling in so fast that none of them stuck around long enough to be bothered. Some of them were just watching her in amusement, others enjoying the gray nipples peeking from out of her tube top. It was the most obnoxious shade of neon green Xiao had ever seen and she wore it with Daisy Dukes which her ass cheeks pretty much hung out of. Her thick blonde hair had had been condensed into a big Dutch braid running down her back. She was simultaneously a bumpkin queen and a city slut.

"...an' I tell ya, ya listen, tellin you it's bull-spit, total bull-spit that just 'cause I lost my ticket, my ticket I paid damn near two hundred buckaroos for, just 'cause I lost it I ain't seein the show tonight, it's bull-spit!" Mavis droned, swinging around an emptied bottle of Maker's Mark.

Xiao straightened his shirt, which read SECURITY in white block letters on the front and Kocaine Kahnso Vegas Spade in letters shaped like claw marks on the back, and approached Mavis with as much authority as he could manage. It never seemed to matter to the drunks how much you puffed yourself up, and in some cases it made things worse, but the ocelot hoped that maybe this was one of those God-fearing country girls and she'd respect the authority a man in a security shirt.

"Excuse me, miss. Miss," Xiao said, prodding her verbally. "Miss!"

"May-viss," she said, wheeling around on him, nearly clubbing him in the face with the amber bottle in her hand. "Muh name's Mavis, May-viss Friar," she said, enunciating as clearly as her drunk tongue would allow. "An' yer security!" she cried, grabbing a fistful of the ocelot's shirt. She yanked him in close and his snout nearly touched her cleavage. He smelled sweat as well as liquor on her. "Lost m'gosh-darn ticket. Lost it," she pointed at the four sets of glass double doors, "ou'side somewheres. They ain't lettin me in." Almost plaintively, like a child denied her favorite toy, "Wanna see Kahnso."

The ocelot smiled apologetically. He found it difficult to be mean to Mavis with her big blue eyes. And big sweaty tits, let's not bull-spit ourselves. "Ms. Friar, I'm sorry, but you can't-."

"See! Ain't nobody gonna help me!" Mavis cried, and tossed the bottle on the floor. It shattered against the tile, thick glass breaking apart with a meaty sound. Some of the attendees shuffling by turned to look, then went back to their business, entirely uninterested in the mare except for a glance at her ass and tits. Kahnso was going to provide more of that.

"All right, all right," Xiao said sharply. "Ms. Friar, I'm gonna have to ask that you calm down. I think you need to go back to your hotel room and-."

"My hotel room! Ya' got that right!" Mavis exclaimed and grabbed Xiao up in a bear hug. Now his muzzle did press into her cleavage and he was momentarily stunned by the sheer ridiculousness of this development. Mavis started to walk to the elevator - more of a drunken waddle - and each step made her boobs bounce, their hefty masses wiggling little in the tube top but moving together almost as one unit. The ocelot's snout was smothered in their embrace, covered in sweat, and his penis twitched with life.

All through the ride up to her floor, Mavis kept Xiao pulled in close. She was muttering about bull-spit this, darn-it that, and how finally her night was improving, it was about to get a whole lot better. The doors opened a few floors before hers. A tiger in a fine suit on his way up looked at the scene inside the elevator and stepped back without a word, allowing the doors to close and take this strangeness away from him.

Now at her floor, Mavis stepped out and resumed her awkward drunk-waddle down the hall. She pulled Xiao out of her cleavage but still hugged him close like he was a cuddly toy and not another person. The strength of the mare, who Xiao pegged as not even being six feet tall, was staggering. He didn't want to tussle with her.

The mare found her room and fumbled for her key. "Aw, heck," she muttered, passing Xiao from one arm to the other as she checked both back pockets of her Dukes. "Aw, heck!"

"Allow-, allow me," Xiao said, huffing and thinking I really don't want this chick any more upset than she is already. Spine's already popping. He wriggled out of her grasp and took out his own key card. It was the same shape and size as any of the ones the guests had, but it too said Kocaine Kahnso Vegas Spade on its face. Mavis' door opened for it and the mare whooped in delight.

"Aw, thanks, sugar! Yer the best!" she cried, pushing him in and shutting the door.

Xiao had no time to process a thing. No time to say well, Ms. Friar, now you can sleep off that bourbon and maybe you can catch the Sunday performance once you can get reimbursed for that ticket you lost. The mare shoved him onto the bed, yanked off her Dukes, and hurled herself onto the comforter beside him. She whooped like a cowgirl straddling a bronco. "Hoo! Gonna go fer the record!" said Mavis, grinning wide, lust gleaming in her sloppy eyes. She threw a big leg over him and he could only stare at her ass which white frilly panties covered, giving the massive cheeks something of a lunar appearance. Sweat made the panties damp but a fuzzy-edged rectangle over her ass crack was completely soaked. Xiao smelled her before she sat down, just a whiff of things to come.

"Hold yer breath!" Mavis cackled, and her ass slammed down on Xiao's head. His snout wedged into the crack, taking the panties with it. Immediately his nostrils bumped something large and puckered and he knew it was her anus from the musky smell as well as the shape.

The ocelot shuddered, cock twitching in his jeans. Good god. Jesus Christ, first Indigo, then Farrah, now this. Just once I wish they'd sit on my dick.

Mavis bucked and ground like she was trying to pulverize Xiao's face. It would have been a painful experience if not for the soft bed underneath giving so much slack, always providing a little more room when she smashed down. Like an unsteady hand swinging a hammer, her ass never came down quite the same way twice. His nose stabbed into her crack up and down its length, close enough to smell her hairy pussy one bounce and her musky asshole the next. The grinds were better, the moments when she just smeared her deep crack along his snout and he was able to drink in her thick mare scent. But nothing could compare to the moments when his nose was pushing against her anus, threatening to penetrate her and take the fabric of the panties in with it, when the ocelot was at his most gratified. He hated to show how much he enjoyed a sweaty, musky lady's ass on his face, but nothing else caused him satisfaction like one. He exhaled into her crack, shuddering as he did.

"Hoo-wee, yeah bo-o-oy," Mavis shrieked, yanking down her tube top so the twins could bounce free. She was sweaty from the liquor and the exercise. Thick beads of perspiration rolled down her ass crack like drops of dew down a peach's delicate skin. Xiao's muzzle kept the panties close enough to sop up the sweat, and like a sponge they gave it back when his nostrils stabbed into their fabric. Sweat fresh from the pores all along the smooth run of her taint soaked the ocelot's snout as if he'd been dunked.

Mavis mashed her fat farm-raised ass down again, and by chance Xiao's snout pushed perfectly into her anus. Then she started to gyrate, grinding hard, keeping the button of his nose in her pucker. It clenched, seeming to wink - something her pussy was distinctly doing under the panties. She said with a drunken laugh, "Ooh, yer schnoz's gonna sta-a-ank 'fore I'm done with ya!"

Not the first time, thought Xiao, breathing through his nose on purpose. His paws, previously kept at his sides, moved up to clutch her wide ass. The sheer scale of the mare was something to behold. She was not much taller than he was but her ass was so fat, her asshole so plump and musky. His radio started to crackle; he was too far up in the building to get a clear signal. He switched it off and went back to rubbing her ass cheeks while she gyrated.

"Hoo boy, hoo," Mavis sighed, tail swishing. "Ooh, I still wanna go to that fuckin show, I tell ya... yer gonna screw me now, kitty-boy! Gonna do it real Christian-proper, talkin missionary. Got a problem with doin it missionary?"

Xiao didn't have a problem with it at all. He would have been content to keep getting flattened under that country ass, but pussy was hard to turn down. By the time Xiao finished up with her, the concert was just beginning. Mavis passed out not too long after the sex, the show and its importance removed by the curtain of sleep. Xiao rolled her onto her stomach and got dressed again. He mulled it over, then grabbed a notepad and a pen the hotel provided. He left her his phone number - along with a note asking if she wanted a date for tomorrow's show. He went back to work with a smile on his face.