It hit him so fast that his vision actually blanked for a few brief seconds.  He felt as though he needed to urinate, and then...the pressure released itself.  Musco dug into Molly fiercely, holding tightly to her curves as though they were the only thing keeping him grounded to the world.  He did not cry out, but a distinctly feminine whine issued forth from the back of his throat.  His member began throbbing inside of her folds, gushing string after string of thick gooey cum into her until it began to spill out and coat the ground.  The unbridled pleasure made his lungs seize up...and then expel a deep sigh of exhausted contentment.<br/><br/>He clung to her a while after he finished coming inside her, the erect spines still holding him firmly in place.  The catboy relaxed against her comforting bulk and began to purr again as a delighted smile creased his face.  The Cow was good for more than milk after all.  Nearly one year of pent up desire had erupted from him in the span of a few achingly short minutes, leaving him spent...and hungry.<br/><br/>Only once he went soft could he bring himself to slide off of her, though he took the time to lick gratefully at the wounds he had caused her.  He almost felt guilty about them, but she seemed more than alright.  When they stopped giving new blood he wobbled over to her side and rubbed his shoulder against her.<br/><br/><strong>"Moo-thing?  Are you hap...happy now?  Give milk to Musco?"</strong>he struggled.  Words did not come quite so easily to him, but he looked up at Molly with adorably wide and hopeful eyes.<strong>"Musco did good thing, yes?  Felt warm and funny and happy!"</strong><br/><br/>