Cowboys and Bullgirls [futa/m, muscular futa, dom]

Story by the_red_hobgoblin

I wrote, deleted, and rewrote this idea about three times before just pushing through and getting this out. It was intended to be part of a three series of Halloween themed short stories, but the other two have also been stuck in a state of perpetual rewrites. 

Anyways, here's a short story focused on a were-bull girl and her cowboy partner.

Also, check out where else you can find me in my signature block since this site seems to be at risk of disappearing sometimes. Migrating my old stories elsewhere once I have time to go through and do some edits.

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All characters are 18+ and completely fictitious and are not related to anyone ever anywhere in anyway.

Dale’s jaw ached and his head spun. With a cough and sputter, he drooled uncontrollably on hay scattered across the barn floor. His arms and legs struggled against their restraints to no avail. He was still stuck, trapped laying with his stomach on the padded bench with his wrists and ankles handcuffed to the four legs.

Only twenty minutes ago, he had arrived at this farm way out in the middle of nowhere after connecting with a girl on a dating app. She led him out to the barn, convinced him to play along in what he had thought was her kinky sex barn only to suddenly find himself deep throating her futa cock.

She drilled his gullet for several minutes as he struggled to breath. With each thrust, it felt as if her cock continued to swell to immense proportions. His vision blurred as tears from gagging blinded him. Her soft tummy his face slammed  against turned into a firm wall of ridges. Whenever he tried to look up, it was if she was now nothing but a wall of flesh filling his peripheral. At some point, she started going on about the full red harvest moon being out tonight, but Dale could only focus on not passing out. 

Weird sounds mixed with the wet slurping and gagging he made. Sometimes she sounded as if in pain as he heard strange creaking and straining seem to come from her body. The more her cock seemed to continue to grow and swell, the louder the sound of her straining.

Near the end, he felt as if he had swallowed a baseball bat while two cantaloupe sized balls pummeled his chin on each thrust. She grabbed his hair and seemed to howl and her voice grew deep and rumbled as load after load shot down his throat. Minutes dragged on and his head was swimming.

By time his vision cleared from all the tears and semen, she was gone, but he heard her nearby. The barn seemed to rumble and shake as she moved about and strange groans and moans echoed from elsewhere in the barn.

His only view was a nearly full length mirror mounted to the wooden barn wall with a row of steel milk jugs lined up along the floor and a collection of polaroid and printed pictures of others trapped in similar positions as he posted along the edges. The people in the pictures stared back at the camera, all in varying states of distress and…excitement.

“Surprised you’re still awake, lil man. Most pass out for a bit after my little foreplay, but maybe you do have what it takes after all.”

Looking up in the mirror, he saw a massive figure standing in the doorway obscured by the shadows just at the edge of the overhead fluorescent lighting. She stepped into the light, revealing her massive hulking figure that was too large to comfortably walk through the stall doors without crouching slightly and turning sideways. She was a figure of raw muscular power the likes of which Dale had never imagined possible.

Behind him stood what Dale imagined was a massive, muscular lady Minotaur with the exception of less fur and a human face.

Raw pumped up muscles flexed and bulged as she moved up behind the bench. Her torso looked bloated, a massive barrel chiseled abdominal muscles over top of what Dale could only describe as a roid gut physique. When she lifted her arms, he could see the massive wingspan of her last swell, giving her body an inverted triangle shape.

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