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Not that there was anything else to do, but Monod still resented that today had gone so slowly. Indolently, the bull sat around in his compartment thinking to himself in a grumbling mood that there wouldn't be anything to do for the next several days until the Meadow came to port. Shifting his weight on the bunk, he glowered with non-directional enmity; the poorly-vented room felt stuffy now and his bulky form was sweaty under the pitifully tight undershirt. Grumpily, he readjusted his sagging balls through the fabric of his boxers and and snorted as he felt a half-hearted stirring from his sweaty crotch. His bored mind considered he probably smelled pretty strongly of male-bull and, as is the way of the mind, he idly wished he had some bitch to stuff his cock into. At least it would help the time pass. He hated waiting.

Reasoning he still had plenty of spare cash, Monod began pulling on a flightsuit and jammed his big feet into his boots, not bothering to lace them: his toes always felt cramped with shoes on even if the boots had been big enough to flop off (which they weren't). Stumping down the corridor of the housing unit, he didn't bother looking out the port to the spectacular vista of coldly glittering diamonds. Stars looked pretty much the same no matter which system you were in, and Monod had seen more stars (and from up close) than a whole convention of astronomers. With gruff impatience he waited for the transport to arrive to take him to another section of the station -- he wanted entertainment, and even if he had to drop a kilotonne of vicky to find it, by the seventh teat of Wea, he was gonna fuckin' find it. Besides, he thought cynically to himself, a hole in this hole couldn't be hard to come by. He chuckled to himself and adjusted his basket with vulgar pride as he stepped off the lift -- an offended female covered her nose and sneered at his back. Yeah, he guessed he did smell pretty loud at that...

All the walking with the flightsuit feeling so confining to his half-hard dick, and with the fabric of his boxers rubbing some spare juice out his pisser, made his balls begin to ache. Deciding that he was hornier than he'd thought, Monod knew just what he wanted to spend his money on. And this might be just the kinda station to have what he needed too. Of course, even here, so close to the Chair's borders, a brothel didn't quite hang out a sign. At least, not the kind of sign that upright citizens of the righteous empire would recognize. Monod, despite standing an impressive height and with wide, square shoulders on his healthy frame, was not exactly an upright citizen. The Meadow would not be reporting to the docks authorities when it came to pick him up.

Monod wandered around the outdated business quarter, ignoring the (relatively) sparse passersby and looked lazily about with a sour expression and stains growing on the jumpsuit under his armpits. Damn cheapskates wouldn't bother with the expense or effort to keep the air-systems running at a more reasonable temperature... His shaggy hair felt matted but the natives seemed perfectly adjusted to the temperatures; Monod had gotten rather accustomed to the chilly environs of Pui 5 during the year or so that gig had lasted. At long last, he spied a likely looking door on the side of what looked like a utility complex. Noting the covertly painted red circle, he clanged the hatch with the meaty knuckles of his fist and waited a moment till the speakeasy opened and an inquiring porcine face appeared.

"Yeah?"

"Got a cheap hole?" Monod grunted back.

"Holes, yeah, cheap, maybe," the porcine replied while giving the disheveled tauroid a respectful glance-over.

"Fine, long as I don't have to do it with people poking in," Monod wasn't squeamish about his body, but, dammit, he wanted a fuck without gross bastards barging in to gawk. It only briefly crossed his mind that perhaps he himself was pretty gross and lecherous at the moment.

The hatch opened and he stepped into a darker, if not better vented, tunnel. The porcine doorman showed him in to a room where quiet music played and a sensuous creature lounged. He had long obsidian hair that positively dripped all over the arm of the chaise lounge where his head rested. Long horns pointed back from his angular face and his scantly clad body showed tone under a pampered grey pelt.

With a knowing smirk, the goat roused enough to introduce himself, "Welcome to this humble hub, sir, I am Adaqshiel, the proprieteur. Is there something you are looking for?" With effeminate grace, the creature lifted a cup to his lips and sipped, watching the uncouth male who's bulge was more visible than he thought.

"Yeah, how much for somethin' pink that'll pass some time," Monod grumbled, he felt his balls shift heavily as his stance did. He wasn't really in the mood to haggle over a lukewarm pussy when all he really wanted was to get his rocks off and then take a piss and sleep. Well, maybe he'd be hungry by then. Anything to change his mood.

"Oh, the price isn't really anything I have control over. After all, a thing's value is only what's paid for it," Adaqshiel smiled charmingly with perfect teeth and glittering eyes. "How about you just tell me what you're interested in, first?"

"Like I said, I just want a hole that'll last a while." Monod grunted impatiently. His frustrated frown turned to a scowl when the doorman squealed a chuckle. "I got a few Pieces, and that should be enough. Come on, what'd I gotta do, sign registration papers and give my prints?" Monod grumbled under his breath a sarcastic observation about the quaity of customer service.

"There's no need to be upset -- I think I know just the thing to take the tension off those nice shoulders." Adaqshiel grinned warmly at the hot and bothered virile specimen. With an easy fluid movement, the goat slid from his reclining position to stand and accept the plastic card offered. Gesturing to a different door off the room, he tucked the money into his straining g-string and pulled a translucent robe around his shoulders, "Just come this way, there's a lovely private room for you," and, with a subtle, appreciative sniff, "it has everything you'll want."

Finally. Monod was aware of the goat's attractions, he certainly made no effort to hide it anyway, but also didn't really mind. No reason to be upset, as the goat said, as long the charming Adaqshiel kept his paws to himself. Flattering as it was to the bull's ego to be appreciated, he had little enough of that, his sense of masculine pride wouldn't very much enjoy being felt up like an object. To the experienced goat, Monod's internal paradoxes were amusingly obvious. More obvious than Adaqashiel's sexual ambivalence was to Monod. So, with a mischievious intent, Adaqshiel showed him to a room even dimmer than the softly lit corridor. It wasn't garishly furnished or luxurious, just a low bed-like platform with large pillows scattered about the room and a bold ottoman standing with obvious purpose in the middle of the floor.

"There's a fresh-room behind that panel, stay as long as you like." Adaqshiel grinned broadly and closed the door after himself. He chuckled knowingly as he walked back. He was certain of his sense of people.

In the dim light, Monod's eyes finally noticed a figure laying on the pallet. Apparently asleep, it hadn't moved that he could tell. He didn't feel like waiting on ceremony any longer: his balls felt like they were gonna eat a hole through his flightsuit. He hastily pushed the zipper down to his belly, exposing his sweat-bloched undershirt which clung shrink-wrapped to his rugged torso. He lifted one foot at a time, hopping toward the bed a little, to tug off his boots and grunted a private sigh as his bare feet felt liberated; nothing quite as indulgent to Monod as something cool and smooth against his broad soles. He pushed his jumpsuit down to his waist as he approached the bed.

"Hey." He grunted, intending to wake the sleeping figure. This close, he finally saw that the cat on the bed was manacled to the wall! Eyes widening at the unexpected idea, he paused wondering what, if anything, he should do. A bead of sweat, cooling as it ran, dripped from his brow to the sheets. His eyes ran along the curves of the feline body. The moment seemed to last forever. Monod, expecting to find an abused and marginal bitch, realized that the cat on the bed was... 'Makin' me fuckin' rutty...' his breath sped up as his eyes lingered on the nude hips. The cat was curled up with her back to him, slim and tight. The little creature breathing slowly the vulnerability of the pose, with both hands chained to the bracket on the wall, appealed to him in a very primitive way. He felt his dick painfully trapped under his sweaty boxers and damp flightsuit. He felt a slight ooze of ball-juice tinged with the sharp musk of piss escape his throbbing meat and he didn't care what happened, he wanted this cat.

Feverishly, he ripped his jumpsuit off his legs and was shoving his soaking shorts past his knees when the feline woke from the loud sounds of grunted breathing and the smell rolling off the bull in waves.

Jerking around to look up at him, the cat's eyes were wide and more than a little surprised to find a huge male standing over the bed with his impressive oozing dick hanging out. Not making a sound, the cat just froze there. Knowing. Monod paused, too, looking down at the small form helpless on a bed in a backroom brothel.

It was a male.

"You're not a ... a..." Monod stammered in disbelief. His cock leaked fluid and throbbed visibly. He could smell his own heat loud and desperate, rankly filtering through the room. The trim body he thought was so graceful and delectable was a male! Young and slim, the cat's curves accented by a trick of pose, it was the face and lithe body of a youthful male cat.

He just stared up at the bull. Expressionlessly waiting for whatever came next. Shrewdly judging by the level of arousal in the hulking bull, he had his bet on a sore rump anyway.

"I thought..." Monod began almost trying to explain to himself something he didn't really understand. The cat on the bed shifted fully onto his back and looked away, his small sex hidden, in the dim light of the room, between his legs. With his arms up behind his head due to the manacles, his vulnerable pose again triggered something deeply instinctive in the bull. Monod's tongue dragged heavily across his lips to moisten them and he swallowed hard. He breathed heavily, cock giving a hard flex when the cat shifted in offering.

He didn't care.

He didn't care if it was a male. He wanted to fuck that creature on the bed.

His boxers fell the rest of the way off his solid ankles as he got onto the bed with his wet t-shirt bunching up around his waist but still clinging damply to every curve of his strong chest. He crawled on top of the feline who held very still and relaxed, but the cat's accelerated breath gave away his tension. Monod wasn't interested in hurting this time. He was just in the mood to get off. Really in the mood. His dripping cock dragging heavily against the small thigh, Monod couldn't control the shiver that blasted through his gut at the touch of such soft fur against his flesh. His body reeked of lust, his crotch gave off a heady musk so strong it almost stung in the delicate nostrils of the small cat who tensed slightly at the feeling of the weight added to the mattress.

Monod straddled the small form beneath him and pulled a leg aside to expose the cat's groin. He was indeed male. Small, but Monod wasn't interested in the male-ness of his meat. The feline's fur was so soft and smelled freshly groomed against Monod's broad bovine muzzle as he pushed the leg up. Again aware of the strange feeling he didn't understand, Monod, for the first time in his life, felt an urge to be gentle. Fascinated by the sensation he'd only briefly felt, Monod tentatively lowered his face once more against the cat's inner thigh. It wasn't like anything he'd imagined. His life was not filled with beautiful things; the feel against his snout was beyond his reckoning of the universe.

The cat looked down at him passively, watching, without understanding, the expression that flitted across the raging bull's face.

Monod's mind watched as, on impulse, his broad tongue slid out to drag against the cat's loins in front of him. His tongue pressed heavily against the tight, furred sac and dragged up against the small sheath. He hunched over this fascinating creature, his own insistent lust ignored in the moment, and dug the tip of his tongue wetly into the sheath opening. His mind awed and stunned as his tongue felt against the smooth penis hidden inside. It was like sex was new again. He'd never imagined anything like this. The cat bit his lip pensively and shifted nervously as he watched the bovine tongue dig against his sex. It felt good in spite of his tension. He sighed as the bull pushed his skin down to expose more of the shaft and licked at it wetly. Monod's own dick dribbled fluid in a half-erect state of frustration. He began to lick with fast, heavy strokes of his tongue all the way from under the cat's balls to his belly. He was lost in a world so amazingly exotic to his gruff and solitary mind.

His tongue finally strayed down far enough that he realized he was pressing his tongue against the cat's tail hole. He paused, panting, and looked up at the face which stared back now with a surprised expression of enjoyment. The cat's sex was halfway out and glistened from the bull's ministrations. He waited quietly. He couldn't resist anyway -- the fur of his underarms lighter in color and his torso arched a little in unprotected tension. Monod's gut wrenched again. It was a male, but it called to him more than any of the many whores he'd known. More than any creature ever had. He shoveled the cat's butt against his chest and sat holding him with his legs splayed in the air. The male tail hole exposed in front of him, Monod didn't pause this time as he dug his tongue wetly against the entrance. He licked hard and with long strokes up against the underside of the cat's sac, the feline tail thrashing weakly in reaction. The first sounds from his small mate aroused Monod's interest in the cat's experience -- he was doing this because he wanted to. He didn't know why, but he didn't care either. But now, he looked and saw the feline whimper softly when his small shaft brushed against Monod's forearm.

That sound, the first one his mate made, struck such a chord in his gut, in his loins. He lay the cat on his side and lay down behind him, hugging tightly the small body against his. He reached down with one hand to touch at the drool-covered tailhole and pressed with one finger to test it. He wasn't sure if he could stand to hold off any longer, but he wanted to fuck hard. He felt his dick hardening again, the sheets were wet against his thigh where his sex had been drooling, ignored. He pushed between the cat's legs now and began moving his hips -- the feeling of that impossibly soft crotch-fur driving him mad again! The end of his dick stuck out lewdly from between the feline thighs as he thrust, arousing himself fully once more. It took seconds before his flesh felt on fire, and he wanted to do it even if it hurt. The feline knew what was comming, his legs trembled and he bit his lip nervously again.

Monod spat roughly into the palm of his hand and applied it quickly to his cock before pushing the cat over onto his stomach and climbing on top of his back. He jerked the slender tail up and out of his way, pressing his hand heavily between the small feline shoulders. His butt shivered as he positioned his cock right against the little pucker. He began to press... hard. The broad head of his dick dribbled fluid still and the pressure made him groan loadly as he sank with slow, implacable force into the trembling flesh beneath him. The cat cried out hoarsely but didn't try to resist. Monod finally looked down to spit again on the length of dick that still showed outside the painfully stretched hole. He leaned forward with his muzzle between the cat's flattened ears and sank the rest of the way in. It just felt so damn good to have his cock buried inside. He could feel the fluid pulse along his shaft in little spurts to spunk inside the little mate beneath him. Even just the pre felt like magma in his crotch as it came out, and his balls flexed visibly with anticipation in his loose sack. He owned this bitch. He wanted this little creature. He pulled out a little ways and then sank slowly back in: it was a little easier this time, but he could feel the cat's muscles flexing in tension as he whimpered softly.

"Fuck...!" Monod groaned with gutteral intensity before he really started. He was so bent over, the top of his head was pressing into the sheets next to the cat's ears; his stomach rippled and his bulky legs chorded as he intruded a little faster each time. Soon jamming in and out, Monod barely heard the cries of his strained mate. Droplets flew out behind them from the force of the fucking; the bull's balls ached sharply every time they slapped harshly against the feline buttcheeks. "NNGH...! ghaaaah... f-f-f-uuuck...." Monod's strained growl rattled in his throat.

He just kept the rhythm and let his balls build it up on their own. He could feel the pressure draining from his sack into his gut, he knew if he tensed even just a little bit he'd go off, but it felt so incredible for right now that he didn't even want to cum any sooner than it would. The little body under him gasping in pained whimpers made him feel invincible, his manhood undeniable. Something was different this time that just made him feel like he'd never lived before now. His narrow concept of maleness expanded unexplainably to him.

He fucked with beastial energy, just using his muscles to move his agonized dick and trying as hard as he could to keep from tensing his sex: that would be the point of no return. It was built up and just kept growing, his balls hurt from how hard he was slamming them into the cat as he fucked as hard as his massive body could bear. He was hurting his mate, his dick hurt and his muscles were tiring. He couldn't stop it. His body just came on its own.

First he slammed inside but his butt and legs simply wouldn't pull out. He wanted to keep going, wanted to go insane, but his muscles wouldn't move. His arms wouldn't support him as they cramped and he fell heavily on top of his mewling mate. His balls hurt so bad he let out a grunt that turned into a pained growling yell. His spunk roared down his cock and his abs jerked trying to thrust even a little more. He couldn't feel any waves, just a solid stream blasting from his piss-hole. He knew he was overwrought, he couldn't stop himself. His body was too distressed. When his spunk fell to a few last shots, he couldn't keep his bladder from joining in, he just shuddered violently as what was left of his piss slid down his dick.

The little cat was still panting and groaning in the pain of harsh bruises and aching bones. The massive bull's weight was suffocating and he tried weakly to writhe out from under the collapsed tauren. Fluid dripped around the hard shaft inside him as he squirmed and cried. Monod gathered enough of his senses to shift a little and roll off the hurt feline, but after that he could only lay aching on his back.

The smell lingered. His sweat chokingly thick in the room now, and cloying, rank musk stung even his own nose. Monod's shaft lay on his stomach still mostly hard; he could feel a heated pressure at the base that just wouldn't quiet. He wanted to keep cumming even if his body had to rest. The cat wasn't going anywhere, and this had been the most incredible fuck he'd ever had.

He lolled his head to stare at the feline who's eyes were closed in aching pain. Between pants for breath, he grunted, "...What's your name?"

The feline half opened his big blue eyes to whisper a word, "Utre." In this lighting, Monod could still make out the seal-point coloration of Utre's fur. It looked matted and pretty well done-over now.

Something was bothering him still. Monod thought maybe it was just the abrupt sex with no introduction or even agreement. But watching the little feline weakly and gingerly try to shift into a more comfortable position, he felt pretty bad for hurting him like that. "You uh... you ok?"

Utre just looked at him.

Monod pushed himself tiredly up to inspect the metal links which bound Utre's narrow wrists. They were made to be unlocked with a mechanical key (how quaint), but only because they weren't meant to be undone on a whim. Specifically, Utre was no where near strong enough to bend the links on his own. Monod smirked as he grasped the bracket in the wall and pulled. The screws immediately began to scrape and groan until the whole thing broke off. Now Utre's hands were simply bound to each other; the small cat stared dolefully at the cracked hole in the wall and then up to the bull who's chin was stuck out in thought.

"How much that goat pay for you?"

Utre blinked and just looked back without understanding.

"How much?" Monod repeated more forcefully.

"I ... what? I don't know."

Grumbling, the tauren settled back down, tossing the bracket to the floor and swatting some of the rubble from the wall off the bed. He was thinking, and his furrowed brow showed it. Looking over sideways at Utre, he decided on a little test. He lounged back, raising an arm behind his head in a blasé manner that showed off the thickly matted fur of his armpit. The smell of musky sweat strengthened. "C'mere," he grunted. Pausing uncertainly, Utre winced as he shifted his hips to half crawl up against Monod's side. This close, the scent of the male was overpowering... and despite the harsh treatment he felt his body respond. Quirking a half-grin, the bull commanded, "Lick it."

The little cat stared at the armpit, blinking nervously, his nose twitching with the almost painfully sharp scent. Even while his sheath stirred, Utre was a little afraid; afraid both of what would happen after this and what might happen if he didn't do as he was told. He was used to being told, though. He pressed his face up against the raised underarm and began to lick hard. It was so salty and bitter, he coughed a little at first, but kept licking all around and along the bull's armpit. Monod noticed the small growing erection near his thigh.

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