Intro: Catastrophe Rolls In The hot sun bears down upon the pen. A recreation of a wild west town more akin to a movie set than a tribute to reality, Goldville doubled down on its name when the town was constructed on top of a mine. In the center of town, a three-layered circular wooden fence is the main attraction. The entire town- more like three entire towns gathered to watch the rodeo currently underway. A gruff old fox prospector in a plaid shirt watches from an elevated wooden stage nearby, while two femboys wearing tight pink leotards stand next to him and hold up signs to announce the rounds. One of which is a short otter with light brown fur, and the other a much taller jackal with gray fur and shapely hips. A couple more are on the bench in the background, where they get special access as the “eye candy”. "Greetings cowboys, cowgirls, and cowsluts alike, an' welcome on down too the 55th annual St-wranglin' rodeo!" Cheers and thrown hats fill the arena, whoops and hollers from furries riled up like baseless animals ready to watch the sacrifice. "Will the be the year Big Momma goes down? Nobody's been able to take her yet! Let's hear it for our challenger, Catastrophe Jacqueline!" Large doors on one side of the arena swing wide open at the announcement of the challenger, a rather busty feline wearing a tight-fitting red button down crop top that exposes so much cleavage it might as well not be called a shirt. She had a ten gallon hat and leather chaps with multicolored fur going down to her boots, a tuft from each of her conquests in the arena. The leather pants sagged past the crack of her ass, bare and pantyless. She was a walking sex idol, showing off for the horny ones and soaking up all the attention. “Thank you cuties~ You all livin’ ones can call me ‘Cat’. An’ the meats? They can call me whatever they want to. Whatever they can get outta their throats ‘fore I close ‘em.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Round 0 Intermission: The first death Catastrophe takes a few sultry steps, her paws sliding up her skimpy outfit, her supple hips, and giving the slightest peek of her nipples as they slip out of the blouse, only to pop back in as she searches her cleavage for a long string of sturdy steel wire, which she holds over her head. The crowd seems to love her appeal, and she loves their eyes. “That’s the signal! Send out the first o’ the meats!” The announcer shakily shoves his microphone towards the gate to the ranch, where a teary-eyed holstaurus is paraded out, her hands chained together with a shackle chain about 3 feet long. Two stable hands push her out with glowing electric cattle prods, her ass covered in burn marks that make her look more like a grilled steak than a living cow. Another painful prodding and she’s on her ass in the sand, whimpering and scared. While the busty cow attempts to turn around and bang on the stable doors where the rest of the girls are kept, Cat takes her first steps, murder in her eyes. The fox prospector immediately turns his gun onto the jackal, firing a bullet into the side of his head. The femboy goes stiff, a dark spot appearing in his little pink latex onesie before he even hits the ground. His arms stretch out in front of him in the beginning of his death throes, his eyes open and unblinking. His mouth opens and he begins shaking, convulsing, but mostly from the hips. One leg folds over the other before he loses control of them, his hips thrusting forwards as though he was humping the air. The hardened erection stretching out the latex fabric soaks through it with the jets of boycream firing into it, as though he’d been edging for a week for just this moment. “And she’s off! We might just have a new record on our hands here, folks! Let’s see how many… rounds she can last.” Emphasizing his use of the word ‘rounds’, he stares daggers into the femboy squad on the bench, who all have mixes of lust, arousal, anticipation, and a twinge of fear in theirs. A white-furred bunny slowly stands and takes the place of the dead jackal, bending his ass over to show the crowd as he gently laps his tongue at the cock-milk stain on his fallen squad-mate’s crotch at gunpoint. This seems to appease the fox, who turns to watch the show. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Round 1: One Warms Up, One Cools Down “This is a mistake! I can still make milk! I promise! Please, let me in! I’ll- I’ll breed you! I can breed, I-” The pounding at the door grows heavier, the busty chained-up cowgirl screaming to be let back in on her knees until a shadow looms over her. She turns around fearfully, flinching as a hand caresses her cheek. She releases her squint to look up at Cat, who is smiling sweetly. “Don’t worry, baby. I know. You’re gonna be my number one when you get outta here. You know that?” “I- I- Wha…?” Bewilderment and a hot-blooded blush presents itself across the cowgirl’s face. Thoughts of a busty cheetah-girl savior rescuing her from certain death were her last happy fantasy before the wire cut into her throat, pushing her head back into the door. She makes a strangled scream, a pained “aaa-AAA-kkk-nnh…!” and grabs for the wire, her feet kicking and scrambling at the dirt. She manages to find footing and pushes against Cat in an attempt to get away on all fours, only for the powerful chee to flip onto the strangled bovine’s back and compress her thighs into the cow’s ribs and pull the ‘reins’ even tighter. The cowgirl gets about six feet away from the door before her vision gets hazy. She gets onto her knees, pressing her head into Cat’s underboob and scratching at her throat until it bleeds. Her fingers curl and her mouth opens in an attempt to call for help, reach out into a crowd cheering for her. Cheering.. for her? She drools a little bit as deliria takes over, her cheeks beginning to turn a light blue. After slapping against her captor’s hands with futility, the grilled snuffmeat reaches for her own bust, grabbing onto and squeezing her nipples with adrenaline-fueled strength, even if she was trying to be gentle. She couldn’t even feel herself lactating anymore, a gentle numbness washing over her and overpowered by the burning in her chest. Maybe if she just showed them she could… Her eyes visibly went glassy at that moment. Her whole body jumped in its first dying convulsion as she lost consciousness, her hands shaking uncontrollably. Her head slowly slumps to one side, and she gurgles out a last dying sigh. Just as her breasts drip a light liquid into the earth, her pussy too relaxes itself, a trickle of urine taking the path of least resistance down her right leg and pooling in the earth as her heart stops. “Turns out all that screamin’ an’ poundin’ did was tucker the poor fucktoy out. Time! She’s done.” “Time? Already? That’s a new record at the ranch if she passes th’ test! Go on ‘an check-” “My record ain’t got time for checks! Hurry up ‘fore the clock passes!” Cat shouts at the medic the entire time she walks over, carrying what looks like a labeling gun. She’s a feline as well, a snow leopard with dark spots lining her tail. She’s wearing a skimpy nurse’s outfit complete with a white hat with a red cross on it, a way-too-short skirt, and an open blouse. She leans in close to the corpse and presses two fingers into the bruised throat, deliberately taking too long with a smirk on her throat. She hums to herself as Cat taps her foot repeatedly, impatiently. “I told ya she’s DEAD, see?” Cat pushes the head of the cowgirl up the skirt of the nurse, causing her to jump in surprise. She places her paws atop the corpse and starts riding the cowgirl’s face… cowgirl style. Her legs wrap around the cow’s shoulders and she moans, her face a mix of arousal and confusion as she tears between riding the corpse to orgasm and getting off so the show can continue. She decides to do both, giving a thumbs up to the fox prospector and dragging the body off to a little table, huffing with mad lust as she picks up a scalpel to do ‘autopsies’. While straddling it and soaking her outfit in blood, of course. “We have a new record, folks! And by just one second!” “BULLSHIT!” ---------------------------------------- Chapter 02: Sheer Determoonation “Don’t worry, Kitty Cat, yer’ gon’ git another chance. Bring out the next meat!” The ‘next meat’ was led out, but this time completely unsupervised and unchained. She looked over at the corpse on the table and then at herself, clenching her fists and taking a deep breath. “Where’s yer handlers, meatslut?” Jacqueline taunts, placing her paws on her hips and sticking them out seductively. “I politely requested this myself. If I can defeat you, I will earn my freedom.” The bovid speaks, in a completely different accent. She grabs onto her loose rags and tears them off, revealing that she was actually a shi! With a pretty decently sized girlcock swinging between hir legs, this one was a herm. “I coulda strangled ya with them there clothes! No fair.” “Prospector! I am ready to begin.” Shi retorts, not minding the insults. The fox in the rocking chair lifted up his hat and dropped his gun in surprise. The gun misfires as it hits the ground, sending a stray bullet into the bunny’s side. He crumples over facefirst into the crotch of the corpse he was licking, screaming in pain from the nonfatal shot. “Oops! Oops! Nobody move, I did an oopsie. I’m-onna fix it.” The fox says, standing upright and walking way too slowly for how fast his legs are moving. He muffles the screaming by digging his boot into the back of the neck of the rabbit. The bunny femboy’s body denies his own flailings however, a little tent forming in his tight pink onesie. It all subsides however, as a sharp crunching sound comes from the compressed neck. The muffles get shrill for a second, then the femboy slumps forward, neck-snapped in a musky pair of dog balls. His cock throbs in a dry orgasm, barely able to wet the inside of his skimpy outfit with his leaking pre-nut before his ass is left raised up as a display to the crowd. “There ya go! Alright, now ya can begin! While I fix this dern… newfangled… pistol designs. Who I gotta shoot to get a new gun around here?!” Catastrophe Jacqueline is the first to move, using the speed of the cheetah within to tackle her opponent to the ground. The cowgirl rolls around and counters the move by ending up on top, giving the kitty a taste of her own medicine and wrapping her hands around Cat’s neck! Hir dick plaps itself between a plump pair of tits as she does, making the chee silently scream and twist. The two of them wrestle in a variety of different positions, using their curvy hips to break holds and their busts to break pins just by arching each other’s backs. Eventually, it ends with Catastrophe on top, on her knees, panting heavily and using the arm she has wrapped around her cowgirl captive’s neck to slide her nipple back in her blouse. Her other hand, however, is locked around hir cock, stroking it feverishly. “Looks like yer gon’ be free soon after all! I’ll let ya go after yer done, ‘kay? Enjoy it!” “...Nngh… Enjoy…? Enjoy…?!” In a sudden burst of adrenaline, seemingly out of nowhere, the cow breaks out of the hold, pushing Jacqueline to the floor. “I have been a breeder in that prison for years! You think merely rubbing me off would even get a twitch from me? Now’s my chance to get out of here. I’ll orgasm when I’m sitting in a nice hotel room, with my prize money in my lap!” “Yer awful voluptuous, ya know that?” “It’s PRESUMPTUOUS, you bimbo!” “I know what I said.” With a scream of rage, the cow charges, lunging for Cat’s midsection… but grabbing air. She tries to get up, but is stopped by a feline foot to the back of the head. “I’d sympathize with ya, darlin’, but you DID try to kill me ‘n all. Think of it this way! You just wasn’t ready to be nothin’ more than snuffmeat. But I’ll give you a chance, ‘cause I liked yer spunk, and I’m gonna like yer spunk.” Catastrophe hops up slightly, dropping with all her weight onto the exhausted cow and pulling her by the horns up into her cleavage. “Mmf! MMMPH!” The herm cow slaps Jackie’s sides, then swings with a couple of punches before getting winded again and putting her hands down. Her breathing quickly heats up the limited space between those tightly held teats, removing all the air from that space incredibly quickly. An outstretched hand scratches at the cheetah cowgirl’s face with futility. “Gonna have ta try harder than that if ya wanna earn yer breathin’ back!” Instead of using her hands, she attempts to use her horns, violently jerking her head forwards in an attempt to impale Cat. The two of them shuffle backwards, and the busty cheetah has to wrap her arms around the cow's head to keep her locked in her cleavage cage. Loud snorting sounds come from between those teats, making the cheetah cowgirl giggle from the tickles. In a last-ditch effort, using the last of hir energy, the brown-furred bovine gets on hir knees, groaning and standing up with her face still masked in cheetits. In order to adjust, Jackie bends over and wraps her powerful thighs around the cow. The two stumble around for a few steps, before Jackie leans forward and sends them both hurtling back to the ground. The cowgirl lands with an ear-ringing thud, legs spread apart, and spends about a minute breathlessly scratching and scrabbling at her captor until hir paws slap against the chee's ass, then slowly slide down into unconsciousness. Catastrophe Jacqueline knocked a girl out with just her knockers, and the crowd went wild! Shi didn't even recognize shi'd gone to sleep. There was just a burning pain and this ringing sound. In hir mind, shi was still fighting and scratching for every little bit of air that passed up through the underboob. But in reality, hir body was sent into convulsions, hir cock swelling as it repeatedly slapped against hir stomach. "You musta been so pent up waitin' fer yer chance ta escape. I can't just let you die like that. Even snuffmeat should go out with a bang." Catastrophe slowly lifts her chest up and turns around for just a split second, pressing her own face into the dying cow's bust and reaching forwards to grab onto the now upright cock and balls erected as her trophy for a successful capture. With vigor she strokes, lifting up the bovine's ballsack and pushing her fingers against the slit hidden underneath. She was expecting to have to give a prostate massage, but fingering hir cunt would be the next best thing. Because Jackie was face deep in cow bust, she had to finger blindly, but the twitching from her 'partner' made it seem like it was working. She kept going, pumping away at that cock until something hot and creamy ran down her fingertips, then slowed down to a stop and pushed her hand up her mouth. She lifted her cum-coated fist into the air and the crowd cheered again, just as hir legs began to sag into the stillness of death. ------------------------------------------------------ Final Chapter: The Big Momma By now, well over 8 rounds had passed. A couple of dejected corpses were strewn about the arena, most of which are cows. There's one fox dressed up like a cow, and a curvy goat girl in a ripped blue dress staring soulessly at her broken glasses lying in the sand beside her. The bull between Catastrophe Jacqueline’s legs twitched his last, his tongue slowly unlatching itself from her snatch with a wet slurp as his teeth clacked together. His cum left a drying spot on the ground,right where his angel lust twitches its last. However, before she can even call “Ti-”, a loud banging noise is heard from inside the stable where the cows live. The bangs get louder and louder until the doors rupture completely, and a thunderous hoof steps out. Then another. Slowly, a giant 8-and-a-half foot monster of a cowgirl emerges from the dusty cloud the falling doors made. She has a giant smirk on her face, and her skin looks more like leather than fur. She cranes her neck, showing off nearly countless gashes in it from garrote attempts that have failed before. “Where is she? Where’s my ‘killer’?” The cowgirl asks, almost stepping on Cat by ‘accident’. “You? You’re tiny. But you got a nice piece of meat between them legs. They call me ‘Big Momma’. You look like a nice pancake. I’m ‘on call you ‘Pancake’.” Cat stands with a defiant look in her eyes, needing to crane her neck up at the 11-foot-tall monster girl before her. Double her size, quadruple her muscle mass, deep black fur and a pair of ivory horns that would classify her as the matriarch of any pack she stepped in front of just by being there. “You gonna leave another one? Make it good, the last few I can’t even see no more.” The towering presence, seemingly completely unfazed by her own execution, leans forward, closes her eyes, and proudly shows off the rings of garrote wounds around her neck, lifting up her chin and ‘letting her guard down’. Cat stares in bewilderment at the brash nature of the minotaur lady. Her neck was right there, and she was vastly underestimating the abilities of the world record wrangler. Seething with anger, Cat rears back, wraps the wire around her closed fist, and savagely strikes the minotaur in the chin with a vicious uppercut. While this satisfying strike staggers the cocky out of the bovine and elicits a collective gasp from the crowd, it doesn’t knock her over. She stumbles back for two steps, holds her jaw, and steadies herself. “Ya missed my throat, Pancake… that’s no fun fer me. If you ain’t gonna choke me out, I’m gonna show you how it’s done!” Big Momma Minotaur tilts forward, showing off her nude form. Her tail wags, and she charges forwards with thunderous hoofsteps. Cat attempts to evade, but it turns out the bull wasn’t charging full speed. She leaps forward like a blur and it’s all the poor cheetah can do to twist her body such that she’s not gored on the horns. Well, not completely. As Big Momma charges through the wooden fence gate like it’s wet paper, Jackie’s loose-fitting crop top is all that’s left behind of her. The noise wakes up the prospector fox, who had fallen asleep atop the pile of dead femboys knot deep in one’s throat. He startles awake with a surprised “Huh? Wha? Did the round start?” He looks down and checks the pulse of the twitching mouseboy, his hand still loosely draped around his bare erection, pushed around the fabric of the leotard. The mouse is unconscious, smothered underneath musk and blissful deliria. His cheeks were blue, and his eyes were rolled back in his head, but he was still (barely) breathing. With the click of a pistol and a loud ‘Bang!’, the fox shoots the unconscious mouse between the eyes, making his back arch upwards. His exposed cock fires a final impotent load onto the backs of the other boys, the rest of his load wasting on his stomach as he gurgles one last sigh. The noise of the gunshot wakes up the crowd, who was staring forward with their jaws dropped, and they immediately shuffle out of the stands to follow Big Momma, who is currently rampaging through town. Jacqueline the Cheetah’s life played through her mind after the fifth wooden beam crashed into the back of her head. She passed out at least twice from the nonstop rampage before she was thrown into the tavern, topless and crumpled over a table. She coughed up blood once in her sleep before snorting awake, wondering why she wasn’t dead yet. “Oooh! They got the fancy fizzy ones here! Aw, ain’t this the best date I ever been on.” While ‘Catastrophe’ Jackie fights for her life, her charge is reaching behind the bar and sampling drinks. Big Momma uses these annual rodeos as excuses to make excursions into the town, wreak havoc, and then waltz back into the barn to be milked some more. She seemed to not even parse the thought of her own death in her mind. Unfortunately for her, Jane was very not dead, just hurt. Groaning, she pushes herself up, wiping the blood from her face with an angry scowl. She turns to the minotaur giantess and gets on all fours, embracing the primal cheetah within her busty body, and leaps onto the back of Big Momma. The cow actually moos in surprise before her head is brought crashing down with all Jackie’s weight into the bar. She tries to push off, but is punched in the cheek and twists over under the sink. Jacqueline claws the beer tap until it breaks, sinking her claws into the muscular bovine’s throat so she can’t swallow the torrent of fizzy liquid pouring down her esophagus and out of her nose. The Cheetah nestles herself between the cow-bitch’s cleavage as she makes gargled moos, drowning in the drink. Whenever Big Momma lifts her paw up to try and stop her own drowning, she just gets hit harder, coughing and sputtering until the last drop of beer drains down her throat. “Is- If- Izzat all you got…? -hic!- Take more’n THAT to… ta drown me out… All you did wus… was get me wet! Ha! ...fuck…” “You don’t know the first thing ‘bout wrasslin’, do ya?” “Whuh?” “If you wanna catch a bull, you tucker ‘em out first!” Unraveling the garrote from around her fist, the topless rider leaps over her new victim and pulls with all she’s got, the thin wire pulling taut around the giantess’ neck. The size difference was so great it seemed as though the wire completely disappeared. However- “H-AAGlckpth-” Big Momma shortly cries, cut off by the string in her throat. Her eyes opened wide, although her vision was hazy from being drunk. She tries to stand, but wobbles to her knees, swinging and flailing her arms wildly. For the first time, her face shows… fear? She’s scared. She’s never been… scared before. She could die. This cheetah is killing her! Finally, someone strong enough to take her is killing her! If the big cow were wearing panties, they’d be soaked by now. The arousal of finally being defeated was something she’d gotten off to for ages, and it was finally happening, and it was all she dreamed it would be. She drops onto her back and rolls out the front door of the tavern with a bang and a crash, rearing back and roaring as she tried to throw the feline off her back. Sweat glistened off the two of them in the hot afternoon sun as they tossed and turned in the sand and mud, two topless ladies having the ultimate sexfight, and one of them making choking gargles while the other grunts and moans. The two parade through crowds of girls lifting their skirts up to get out of the way, twirling and slamming into more walls, until they get to the town bank, where Big Momma attempts to slide down the wall while slamming Cat down the wall, hyperventilating in silent, choked gasps. She reaches out one last time, towards an unsuspecting passerby, a startled fluffy sheep girl who immediately blushes red and takes a step or two back Big Momma reaches for her, points to her in her deliria- well, in her general direction, then spreads her legs a bit and points to her dripping wet slit, instead of calling for help. She quickly picks up on what is being asked of her and cautiously reaches between her legs, closing his eyes and fingering her cunt deep while rubbing himself on her inner thigh. He feels something warm and wet splash onto his chest and sheath, soaking his arm in a warm liquid. When he looks up, Big Momma’s glassy eyes stare down at her, her tongue hanging from her deep blue lips. She looks… oddly satisfied with herself. “...ey…” As if to test it, the scared sheep leans up and pushes up the perky, still-warm breasts above her. They droop around her muzzle and she has to ‘pop!’ out of the sweaty crevice, huffing to herself. She looks around and slowly slides her panties down, the underwear getting soaked in the puddle of femcum and urine Big Momma released upon her death. The captivated ewe leans in and wraps her leg around one large thigh, bending the corpse’s face down a little bit with a hand to the cheek and giving her a kiss. “...ime… ti-....” As their pussies rub together, the sheep begins moaning softly. She reaches down into her dress and rubs her own nipples, pushing the body back into the wall. A voice from behind the body groans with each push. She kept grinding, leaning into the body like it was a giant plush mattress. She thrust faster, using the giantess’ clit like a sex toy, huffing with blind lust, almost unable to hear the voice calling out to her as her vision went white in orgasm. She had about ten seconds to enjoy it in a breathless slump over the corpses’ thigh, before: “Please…” The voice was almost enough to startle her into death as well! She quickly clambered around the side of the body, where the crushed Catastrophe Jacqueline lay with probably more than one thing broken inside her. She looked up with a weak smile. “...Time…” She managed to utter before passing out. Later that day, Catastrophe Jacqueline was honored with a statue and a medal, and she had to stand on crutches to receive it. Her stage for her award speech was the body of Big Momma, whom she had vanquished, and in the process set an entirely new record for the town. The body was hanged from the town gallows, where boys and girls alike could enjoy the now harmless monster that used to plague the city. Unfortunately, most of the prize money went to repair costs and hospital fees but it was still enough to secure her a small home in town. At least until next year’s rodeo!