Judith stood on the deserted platform waiting for the metro. A handful of other commuters of various morphologies loitered around, a cheetah drew up idly behind her by the yellow marker for the door. The lithe feline towered over the diminutive bunny, at least twice her height ears included, he drummed on his thigh in tune to music she couldn't hear.
She knew the cheetah was a man from the simple fact that at perfect eye height was a quiet sizable bulging outline of his cock. The thing was huge! Held fast in the cheetahs tight cycle/running shorts in the colours of the delivery service he worked for, the veritable log of man meat nestled in her vision.

Her husband was large by rabbit standards, but this, to be so visible…
Even to a women who went though life at crotch height this was something else. It looked to be the size of her forearm at least! Eight or so inches of feline cock just there hidden by straining elastane, the fabric so tight she clearly could see just about every vein, the way his head tapered, the slight bulge of foreskin. She'd never seen anything like it, almost as if it had been vacuum packed into the trousers just for her viewing pleasure.

She chided herself, took a deep breath and drew herself up resolutely: she was going home to enjoy a quiet weekend and not be a bunny stereotype. Her darling husband, whom she loved dearly and had many successful offspring with (now all off to work and start families of their own), was simply away from home for a few weeks, travelling to negotiate... Carrot and lettuce imports...
She sagged, she was a stereotype.
She lived in one of the squat suburban housing complexes that extended as far up as it did down in earth, a nice little single family burrow in suburbia, a well tended garden of vedge. A couple of litters of kits, and a sex drive so strong you could strap a chisel to her hips and have a carrot powered mining hammer.
She and her husband fucked just about every night, often multiple times, he delt in fresh produce wholesale, and she in industrial flower arranging (those premade bouquets have to come from somewhere), they met during university when they worked for a telecom and network company helping run and repair underground cables (cable in a pipe breaks, or the pipe itself fails, drop a bunny or similar small burrower into the access way with a new cable and a tool kit, who needs to excavate large holes?).
She really was a stereotype.

She was happy, she was well serviced but by gods did she want some change, something new! She didn't realise it until she saw the cheetah and his perfectly packaged goods. She was board of the same old good life and it’s cotton padded safety.
She'd been in the same company for years, having the same, albeit great, sex for longer, with the same great dick!

Her mind started to wonder, what would it look like outside of the tigh black and yellow fabric? How much bigger did he get?
She was so caught up she didn't notice the train arrive, only alerted to it by the packed meat she had been inspecting move as he boarded the train.

It was a pretty busy train as she pressed against a divider opposite the door she had boarded on. She was glad to be back in a world of grey slacks and black chinos for her ride home, if she hadn't been surrounded by them she'd have a serious problem about how horny she may get. Even if she was now wondering what they all hid.
Unfortunately that didn't last and the feline scooted into the space opposite her. His bulge now only centimetres from her twitching nose.
She looked up at the athletic figure above her who smiled down and winked. She felt herself blush as the train jolted and rattled almost forcing her face and his crotch together several times.
She didn't know where to look, he seemed to be getting bigger, harder. Looking back up at him he winked again as he licked his lips slowly and trailed a hand over his bulge then up towards the tight elastic of his waistband.
With hardly a movement he closed the gap, she could feel her panting breath rebound from the tight fabric. She glanced around again, he filled all her view, despite his lean lithe frame he almost fully shield her from view.

She nodded.

His finger hooked into his waistband and freed his shaft finally, the solid feline flesh flopped free and brushed her nose.

It was magnificent. A solid eight and a half inches of uncut feline cock.
She reached out with one hand and started to stroke him as she guided the magnificent shaft into her mouth.
He tasted different to her husband, slightly more salty and musky from being bound up in athletic shorts all day as he cycled packages around.
Of course he had a different texture too, far larger he had several distinct veins standing out along his shaft as she worked over him.
Daringly she let one hand travel down to her own crotch and slowly slide into her panties, head bobbing in rhythm with her hand on the felines cock.
He reached down in turn and cupped her head, caressing her long ears and coaxing her to suck him off.
She built up pace, his paw on her head helping guide her, her fingers worked her desperate bunny burrow. She was getting close, it was thrilling, pushed into the corner of the packed train with a huge feline cock in her muzzle.
All someone would need to is look over his shoulder, or down at her though the gap around him and they'd be caught! All those eyes on her, watching as she felated a stranger on the metro as her fingers worked her cunt without shame.

She could feel his balls draw up slightly as he pushed forward against her, thick tip sinking deeper into her muzzle as he twitched, holding her still as he shot several thick jets of cum into her muzzle. Feeling the hot seed splatter her throat she drank it down as she climaxed herself, her orgasmic moans drowned out by the rattle of the train and gagged by the cock in her mouth.
She shivered as thick warm cum pumped into her muzzle, the initial jets slowing to a drool, she made sure he was empty with a slow soft squeeze and pump, a bit of extra swallowing as his softening shaft slipped from her lips.

She helped the sporty feline stow his sizable package away giving it a slight nuzzle as she did so.
She glanced up at him, made eye contact and very deliberately licked the fingers which had been in her cunt, a lazy smile spread over his spotted sandy muzzle as he winked conspiratorially at her.

The train shuddered to a halt and he departed, leaving the desperate bunny to fantasies further about him as she rode the last two stops to her home, where she planned to spend the night fucking herself silly with a dildo and imagining that big feline towering over her, holding her and forcing that magnificent cock into her.

Blushing she fanned herself slightly and hoped noone could sense how horny she was.