An outdoor sauna during winter felt like the perfect break for Butch. His visit to Sweden had been great thus far, but the cold was starting to get to him after a long hike. At the end of the hike sat a wooden building that had steam and smoke wafting out from burning wood and heated diabase rock. Butch walked up to the entrance, where he noticed some clothes already placed to the side. [i]No big deal[/i] he figured. His time traveling Nordic countries had shwon him that when it came to saunas and outdoor baths, [i]he[/i] was the weird one for not wanting to get undressed around others. He placed his clothes near the stranger's belongings, hung his jacket on a hook, and took a towel and birch branch (a "viht" as the Finns had called it), and stepped inside. 
"Ahh, hej," said the man sitting inside. Butch paused. The guy was a massive boar-hyena. He was fat and looked incredibly content, leaning back on the sauna's bench. He was also completely nude, having thrown his towel to the side. Butch regained his composure quickly and tried not to stare, quickly fumbling for what little Swedish he knew as he sat down across from the man.
"Hej...Pratar du engelska?"
"Ah!" the man chuckled, his belly bouncing hypnotically as he did. "Yes, yes. English. Most Swedes speak English as well, of course." His voice was deep and rumbly like truck tires on gravel.
"Oh, good," Butch breathed a sigh of relief and got more comfortable. "I'm Butch, by the way."
"Bror," the man said with a sharp nod. "You visiting from America?"
"Yes," Butch said, a bit surprised. "How can you tell?"
"I've never heard Swedish with a southern accent," Bror said with a laugh. "It's charming." Butch blushed, then tried to turn his focus back to the sauna itself.

The fresh scent of birch drifted through the steamy air as Butch lightly hit himself with the branch. 
"Where else have you been on your trip?" Bror asked. He seemed genuinely friendly and polite, but Butch hadn't experienced socializing with someone buck naked across from him.
"Ahh, just a Nordic tour," he said nervously. "Norway, Finland, now here."
"Which do you like best? Don't flatter, rural Sweden is quite boring."
"As far as city life, Norway," Butch said with a nod. "Finland has nice hikes and camping, but I like the food in Sweden more."
"You [i]like[/i] the food?" Bror asked with mock astonishment. "What, pickled fish?"
"Ha," the southern bobcat replied with a smile. He was feeling a bit more relaxed, as saunas tended to do. "In the southern US, there's a lot of pickled and fried things - I've had pickled pigs feet, pickled eggs, hell. Surströmming and chitlins are the same kind of awful." The two both laughed. Bror took his own birch branch to swat himself with. As he did so, Butch's nostrils twitched. The stir of air around the boar lifted more than the scent of birch. The man was dripping with sweat, and it wasn't just the average sweaty aroma - there was a hint of a much deeper, heady musk from him. Butch tried not to think about it, but it was downright intoxicating. The man shifted on the bench, letting his hefty balls swing off the edge. [i]That[/i] was what he was smelling. Intense, intoxicating, unwashed and unfiltered. Butch slowly exhaled, trying to stare at anything else instead.

"You like?" Bror asked.
"Huh?" Butch caught himself staring again, and tore his gaze away quickly. "S-sorry," he stammered. Bror grinned, his tusks tugging around his lips.
"Don't apologize," he insisted. "I like the attention. Come here." He patted the bench beside him, and Butch nervously moved to sit beside him. Bror then grasped his nuts and lifted them up. Though he was soft, Butch couldn't say the same. The cat's large clit was twitching eagerly. One of the benefits of being trans, he figured, was that Bror couldn't see how excited he was getting.
"Go ahead," Bror offered. "You want to smell?" He placed his hand on the back of Butch's head, but the feline needed very little urging to lean down and take a closer whiff. He inhaled deeply, and felt his brain getting fuzzy. Bror's scent was the strongest he'd ever smelled. Part musk, part body odor, sweaty and unbelievably strong. Butch started drooling right away. Bror pulled him back up for air for a few seconds, and Butch was about to stumble out an apology for being hopelessly attracted to him, but before he could speak Bror shoved the cat's head into his armpit and put him in a headlock.
"Mmph!" Butch let out a surprised noise, and Bror grunted with a swish of his tail.
"Just take your time," Bror said. "[i]Really[/i] breathe it in." Butch had no choice at that point. Every inhale was of nothing but hot, sweaty boar-hyena musk. It was potent and stuck to his throat and nostrils. It would've been enough to make the average person gag, but Butch wasn't the average person. His little bobbed tail eagerly flipped from side to side, his body shook and his little cock flexed. Bror went ahead and pulled his towel away with his free hand, grabbing Butch's ass in the process. Butch stifled a moan into his armpit, feeling drunker on musk and more stupidly horny with every breath.
"Ohh, I haven't seen this in person before," Bror grunted happily. "I was wondering, with those chest scars. You've got a very pretty cunt, kid." Butch was barely listening, his paws digging into Bror's chest and back. Bror chuckled and let him go. Gasping and gulping in air, Butch laid back against the bench as Bror went to the door of the sauna. He locked it and placed a towel over the small window that looked inside.
"You're a cute one, for an American," Bror said with a chuckle. "Hope you don't pass out in here - ah well, the lake is just outside. I'll just toss you in if you do." He grinned, then calmly leaned over one of the benches. On all fours, his belly and balls both swinging below him, he spread his legs and massive ass.
"Eat up," Bror grunted. Butch just nodded eagerly, quickly kneeling behind him on a towel so he didn't burn his knees on the warm floor. Bror seemed to not care either way - he was definitely an old hand at the sauna. 

The cat's nose was pressed between against his asshole in seconds. The scent was unbearably strong, but Butch couldn't help himself at this point. The taste was even stronger. His feline tongue slipped into the boar's unwashed ass. He had to alternate between holding his breath completely or turning away to gasp for air in between each fevered and desperate attempt to eat his ass.
"You're doing well," Bror grunted. "Go ahead and rub my dick while you're at it, dear." Butch was grinding the air at that point, brain completely and fully intoxicated on the older man's filthy stench. He reached down between his legs, letting his hand wander across Bror's massive balls before going around to his thick, now throbbing-hard uncut cock. With his muzzle nearly inside of Bror's ass and his hand fondling a thick cock, Butch was the happiest he'd ever been. He might pass out with his nose shoved in such a digusting hole, but at least he'd die happy. Bror's cock oozed precum that Butch finally pulled away long enough to lick from his hands. It was just as strong and pungent as his ass, and quite literally made him gag just from the taste and smegma smeared over the boar's dick beforehand. Bror chuckled.
"Ok, kitty," he said. "Think you've earned a treat."

Butch was bent over the bench of the sauna, while Bror's huge form leered over him from behind. Bror took a branch to whip across the cat's back while Butch whined and desperately lifted his hips, spreading his legs and practically begging for Bror's thick cock.
"Pussy or ass?" Bror asked him as he tossed the branch to the side.
"Whatever you want," Butch mewled. 
"Good answer." Bror grunted. He positioned himself behind the cat. He tossed his huge tummy onto Butch's back, pinning the cat in place as he felt around to get his cock in. Butch was out of breath from the earlier ass-eating to begin with, and now could barely breathe from the chubby man's body pinning him - but that wasn't a complaint. He felt the tip of the Boar's cock prodding and sliding between his legs. From this position, unable to speak and with Bror's body blocking his own view, where he chose to put it in would be a complete surprise.
"This would be easier," Bror said with a chuckle, "if you weren't such a small boy." With that, Bror managed to find what he was looking for - and immediately crammed his entire cock into Butch's cunt without a second thought. Butch clawed at the bench and flailed against him, but Bror gripped Butch's hips and started roughly breeding him without bothering to check in on the younger kitty. Butch's muffled cries and whimpers were drowned out by the rapid and loud [i]slap-slap-slap[/i] of a thick cock and massive balls swinging and slamming into him. Butch came, embarassingly, in less than a minute, yowling and gripping the bench and calling out desperately. 
"Good boy," Bror grunted as he kept roughly breeding the cat. "Go ahead and cum as much as you want. I'm not stopping until you get your treat."

Butch was barely hanging on. Every single part of his body ached, and he was struggling to breathe, wheezing with every breath. He'd cum three or four times, and Bror continued breeding him just as rough and deep and primal as when they'd started. But just as Butch thought his cunt was for sure torn open and he was going to pass out, Bror let out an especially loud grunt. He bucked his hips roughly, slamming every inch of his fat cock inside the feline and groaned.
"Ja," he groaned. "Duktig pojke, söt katt... Perfect, take it all." Butch could feel his cock flex hard inside. He felt the boar's balls tighten against his t-dick. And he felt the gush of warm, thick cum pooling inside. After what seemed like an eternity trapped underneath him, Butch was finally able to gasp for air as he moved away - though not for long. Bror grabbed him, yanking him off the bench and manhandling him to his knees in front of his still-dripping cock.

Bror grabbed the bobcat's ears and shoved his head down onto the throbbing cock. Butch was too weak at that point to resist the boar stretching out his throat, too weak to even gag from the filth of potent cum and old smegma. 
"And your treat," said Bror with a grin. Butch started to panic - he thought the man might be cumming again as he felt liquid in his throat, but quickly realized from the taste and volume that it wasn't cum. The boar pissed hard down the cat's impaled throat, too hard and too fast for Butch to do anything but desperately swallow in loads.
"Don't pass out now!" Bror said with a laugh, seeing the cat's eyes fading. "You have to drink up your treat." Butch weakly swallowed - what felt like nearly a gallon of rancid piss while the excess dripped down his neck fur and chest. Finally, Bror released him, and the well used cat slumped to the floor of the sauna - which was colder than before. Bror hadn't refilled the wood, so it was getting cooler. He panted weakly, stomach distended from the piss he'd swallowed down and pussy gaped from Bror's thick cock, still dribbling cum. Bror sat back on the cooling sauna bench. 
"Dip in the lake after?" Bror asked.
"Yeah," Butch mumbled, absently reaching out to rub the man's calves. "I'm actually looking for a place to stay tonight-"
"Say no more!" said the eager boar-yeen with a grin. "I have a [i]lot[/i] of things left for you to try while you're in Sweden. I will make sure you enjoy the rest of your stay, although..." his voice trailed off, and Butch looked up at him curiously.
"I cannot promise," he said, "That I won't just keep you here. I'd love a pet cat." Butch smiled wryly. He'd been thinking the exact same thing.