Kitten

The mid-afternoon sun beat down hard on the Texas asphalt, but for Furensō, the heat was merely a minor annoyance. At 21 years old, the young man walked with a quiet confidence that contrasted with the looks of amazement he received from passersby. It was no wonder; standing at an imposing 2.13 meters tall, Furensō looked like a titan walking among mortals.

His black hair, tousled and spiky, fell to his shoulders, with two rebellious strands framing a face with strong, attractive features. His eyes, dark as coal, scanned his surroundings with a mixture of boredom and alertness, a remnant of his natural instincts. Beneath his casual clothes, his muscles, dense and powerful thanks to his Saiyan heritage and rigorous training in the family dojo, tensed with every movement.

Life on Earth had been peaceful for him and his parents. Goki and Broly, both 40 years old, had managed to keep a low profile, hiding their alien origins under the guise of martial arts experts. At that moment, Furensō's mind was far from combat; it was focused on a much “sweeter” mission.

His mother, Goki, was at home practically bouncing with excitement. The family was about to leave for Hawaii for a well-deserved vacation, an idea to break up the routine of the dojo and college. Goki, with her almost childlike innocence and insatiable Saiyan appetite, had asked him (or rather, begged him with sparkling eyes) to go to the supermarket to buy an industrial quantity of sweets for the trip.

“Don't forget the chocolates, son. And those sour gummies!” Furensō remembered his mother's voice as he entered the local supermarket.

The air conditioning hit his face. Furensō grabbed a cart, even though he knew he would probably end up carrying everything in his arms. As he walked down the candy aisle, his mind wandered to the beaches of Hawaii and how he would try to hide his superhuman strength during volleyball games on the sand.

With his arms already loaded with bags of marshmallows and chocolates, Furensō turned sharply at the corner of aisle three, a little distracted as he searched for a specific brand of cookies. That's when it happened.

“Watch out!” exclaimed a female voice.

Furensō tried to slow down, but his momentum and size worked against him. He collided, albeit not very hard, with a woman coming in the opposite direction.

The young Saiyan, with his sharp reflexes, quickly dropped one of the bags to catch the woman before she fell to the ground, stabilizing her with one hand. When their eyes met, Furensō was momentarily speechless.

The woman in front of him was... unique. She had bright blue, short, stylish hair, but the most striking features were the cat ears protruding from her head and a blue tail that moved subtly behind her. She wore a tight white shirt with a tie and a gray pleated skirt that accentuated her dangerous curves: wide hips and strong, well-formed legs.

It was Nicole Watterson. Although Furensō did not know her, her presence was magnetic. She blinked, surprised not only by the collision, but by having to look up so high to see the face of the giant who had just “run her over.”

“I'm so sorry,” said Furensō, his deep, calm voice echoing in the hallway. He gently let her go once he saw that she was stable. I was distracted looking for sweets for my mother and didn't see you coming.

Nicole adjusted her skirt and shook her head, quickly regaining her composure. Her blue eyes scanned him from head to toe, noting the boy's incredible musculature and attractive face. A small smile, a mixture of curiosity and mischief, appeared on her feline face.

“Don't worry, big guy,” she replied, crossing her arms, which highlighted her figure. “Although you should be more careful. Someone your size could cause an earthquake if you don't watch where you're going.”

Furensō smiled crookedly, scratching the back of his neck, a gesture he had unconsciously inherited from his mother.

“I'll try to remember that. I'm Furensō, by the way.”

Nicole looked him in the eye, maintaining that confident smile.

“Nicole. Nice to meet you, Furensō.”

The atmosphere in the candy aisle suddenly changed. What had started as a simple errand for Goki's vacation had just turned into a much more interesting encounter.

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The silence between them stretched a second longer than socially acceptable. Nicole had said his name with certainty, but that facade of a controlling and strict woman began to crack rapidly.

Although she tried to maintain her composure and look the muscular young man in the face, the height difference worked against her. Her blue eyes, treacherous and hungry, involuntarily traveled down. First, they scanned Furensō's broad chest, imagining the hardness of the muscles beneath the fabric, then moved over his flat stomach, continuing their descent until they stopped at a point impossible to ignore.

Furensō wore loose-fitting sweatpants for comfort, but even that fabric couldn't conceal what the young man possessed. His "endowment," heavy and massive, created an obscene and pronounced bulge in his crotch. The shape was unmistakable; a promise of virility that instantly made Nicole's mouth go dry.

The blue cat felt a wave of heat rise up her neck. She had been feeling unsatisfied for months, maybe years. The routine at home was stifling, and the lack of attention and real intimacy had left her with a pent-up sexual frustration like a pressure cooker about to explode. Seeing such a perfect male specimen, so large in every sense, ignited a spark within her that she thought had been extinguished.

"My God... that can't be real," Nicole thought, biting her lower lip as her pupils dilated. Her mind, clouded by desire, began to imagine how much of that volume was flesh and how much... potency.

Furensō, for his part, was no stranger to the glances. His Saiyan instincts were keen, perceiving not only the movement of Nicole's eyes, but also the change in her scent (the pheromones of arousal) and the slight increase in her heart rate.

Far from feeling uncomfortable, a sly and arrogant smile curved the young man's lips. He knew exactly what he had between his legs and the effect it had. He tilted his head slightly, lowering his voice to a deeper, more vibrant tone that sent a shiver down the woman's spine.

"Did you lose something down there, Nicole?" Furensō asked, with amused calm.

Nicole jumped, as if jolted from a trance. Her cheeks flushed a deep red that contrasted sharply with her blue fur, but instead of looking away in embarrassment, she raised her gaze to him with a gleam of defiance and brazen desire. Frustration had made her bold.

"It's... hard not to look when something like that is right there in the middle of the candy aisle," she admitted, her voice a little huskier than usual, crossing her arms to try and hide how her own nipples had hardened beneath her shirt. "Let's just say... it's quite eye-catching. I didn't know they sold 'large packs' in this section."

Furensō let out a short, deep laugh. He set the bags of candy down for a moment and took a step toward her, closing in on her personal space. His enormous shadow enveloped the small cat-woman, imposing his dominant presence.

"Let's just say it's genetic," he whispered, looking down at her intently. "But you're right, sometimes it's hard to hide. You seem tense, Nicole. Having a bad day?"

Nicole swallowed, feeling the heat emanating from the Saiyan's body. The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"Tense is an understatement..." she murmured, looking at him with pleading eyes disguised as flirtation. "Let's just say it's been a long time since I've found something that truly...satisfies me."

Nicole's confession hung in the air, laden with a lascivious vulnerability. Furensō watched her for another moment, his dark eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and predatory instinct that made the blue cat's knees tremble slightly.

The young Saiyan leaned closer, invading her personal space until Nicole could feel the heat radiating from his immense body and smell his masculine scent, a blend of natural musk and fresh soap that intoxicated her.

"That sounds like a terrible waste for a woman as... vibrant as you," Furensō whispered near her feline ear, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. "It's a shame so much beauty is going to waste."

Nicole gasped softly, her claws digging uselessly into her arms as she tried to maintain her composure. Furensō stepped back just enough to meet her gaze again, his expression now more direct, no beating around the bush.

“Look, Nicole,” he said, lowering his voice so no one else in the hallway could hear the indecent proposal. “Like I told you, I’m going to Hawaii with my mother tomorrow. I’ll be gone for a few weeks. But…” He paused deliberately, letting his eyes travel appreciatively over her body, lingering on her hips and then moving up to her eyes. “My flight doesn’t leave until tomorrow. I have the whole afternoon free. And honestly, I have a lot of energy I need to burn off before the trip.”

Nicole’s heart skipped a beat. She knew exactly where this was going, and the anticipation made her groin throb painfully.

“What are you suggesting, Furensō?” she asked, though the answer was already written all over her eager eyes.

Furensō smiled, a smile full of carnal promises.

“There’s a fairly discreet hotel a couple of blocks from here. Nothing fancy, but it has sturdy beds.” His gaze turned intense, almost primal. “I invite you to come with me right now. I have hours to spare, Nicole. Hours I could dedicate exclusively to… easing your frustration. I guarantee that if you come with me, you’ll leave that room unable to walk straight, but with a smile that will last for weeks.”

Nicole felt the air leave her lungs. The proposal was direct, dirty, and exactly what she needed. The image of that giant using her, of that enormous bulge she’d seen in his pants filling her completely for hours, erased any trace of doubt or marital guilt.

Without a word, she took a small pen from her bag and grabbed Furensō’s gigantic hand. With a racing pulse, she wrote her phone number on his palm, feeling the hardness of his calloused skin from training.

“Don’t be long,” she said, her voice trembling with suppressed lust. “I’m going to make up an excuse at home right now.” I'll see you at the entrance of the Blue Haven Hotel in twenty minutes.

She gave him one last look, biting her lower lip as her eyes drifted once more down to his crotch, as if making sure the prize was still there.

"Make it worth it, big guy. Tear me apart if you have to."

Furensō made a fist, treasuring the number, and nodded with absolute confidence.

"Consider it done, kitten. Warm up your vocal cords."

Nicole turned and hurried away, the sway of her hips now much more pronounced, almost hypnotic. Furensō stood there for a second, taking a deep breath to calm his own arousal. He glanced at the bags of candy on the ground. It would have to be quick: pay for the candy, leave it in the car with the air conditioning blasting, or call Goki to tell her that "something unexpected came up" and she'd be a little late, but that the candy was guaranteed.

She had a new mission before the holidays, and this one required a very different kind of stamina than what she'd found at the dojo.