Thad's plans had been ruined for the night.  He wasn't particularily angry at anyone, it had been a gamble for the plans to work anyway and it just didn't pan out.  He just felt like blowing off some steam now, breaking something perhaps or...  His eyes narrowed in on a target.

Cowqet had just stepped out of a shop, a fresh ice cream cone in hand.  She was just about to take the first lick when she was suddenly snatched up by a horn and drug through the curtain of a nearby photobooth.  The entire thing happened so fast that no one nearby even noticed her vanishing, the dropped ice cream the only evidence that she had even been there.

Inside the photobooth, Cowqet was shoved down onto her butt against the back counter, her feet sticking out through the curtains.  "H-hey!  What's going-"  Something heavy and warm dropped down across her face, silencing her as she crossed her eyes slightly to get a better view at Thad's cock.  "Oh!  You could've just ask-HRGK"  Once again Thad silenced her with his length, shoving it down her throat as she tried to speak.

Thad face-fucked the fat-titted cow, treating her as nothing more than a personal toy.  He gripped her horns, pulling her face into his crotch with each thrust and keeping her from pulling away, if she had wanted to.  It wasn't like the cramped space within the photobooth gave her much room to resist anyway.  Inside the photobooth, the sound of her slurping, gasping, and choking around his length was nearly deafening.  The thought of someone overhearing them, or simply wanting to have a picture taken, and pulling back the curtain added to thrill for her.  Outside, the blare of music from clubs and venues nearby masked any of that sound from escaping and drawing attention from most people except...

Rottel had stepped out of the ice cream shop a minute later, glancing around for her friend.  She had promised to wait for her right out front right?  But the egg cow was no where to be seen.  Maybe she'd needed to use the bathroom?  She shuffled off to the side of the door and waited patiently to see if her friend would reappear.  Her attention was drawn to the dropped cone, then over to the pair of feet sticking out from under the photobooth curtain.  Her brows furrowed, curious what could be happening.  Rottel pulled the curtain aside just a crack to peer through, gasping and dropping her own ice cream at the sight.  She nervously glanced back at the crowd that shuffled along the streets but no one seemed to notice.  She carefully crouched down and peered back between the curtains, a hand wandering between her legs as she watched the show.

Thad had hit his climax, grinding his crotch against her snout as he pumped a load directly into her stomach.  Still, Cowqet gratefully swallowed around his cock.  There was a wet 'pop!' when he pulled back out of her maw.  Cowqet sat panting, trying to catch her breath and drooling a bit as she wondered if that was it.  She nearly squeeled in excitement when he gripped her horns and drug her up and over onto the photobooth seat.  She'd already begun lifting her legs up before Thad grabbed under her knees and shoved them the rest of the way up by her head.  She'd left a rather large puddle on the floor before being moved, so the Jackal had no issues at all penetrating and sinking into her depths.

Rottel watched as the man jackhammered her friend, pounding her down into the seat.  He really held nothing back and she was impressed at how fast he could go while also maintaining such nice, even strokes.  She imagined swapping places with her friend, getting plowed in her stead.  She could see her friend's face just barely over his shoulder; her tongue was hanging out and her eyes were nearly rolled back into her head.

A sudden beep! and countdown nearly made her jump out of her own skin before she realized what was happening.  At some point during the fucking, they had accidentally hit the button that turns the thing on.  Neither of them seemed to notice as they both appeared to be hitting their climax.  A flash, another beep, flash, beep, flash, beep, flash, beep, flash, beeeeep.  There was a whirring sound and a row of photos dropped out into the slot near her.  The camera had an even better angle than what she had and seemed to have been perfectly timed to catch the action.  The first photo showed the jackal's hips pressed firmly against Cowqet's, then him pulled back.  She could see the head of his dick just barely peeking out.  Then hips pressed firmly together again though she noticed a bit of cum leaking out. They hadn't moved at all when the next picture had gone off but even more of his seed was spilling out of her. The final picture had the jackal pulled out of her friendand was a great view of the mess he'd made of her.  Strands of cum and her own juices still connected them.  By the time she looked back into the booth, the man had wiped himself off on Cowqet's thighs and was pulling his pants back up.

Rottel quickly snatched the row of pictures and stepped off to the side, nervously wringing her hands together.  The show she'd just witnessed left her needing some attention as well but the man hurried off into the crowd before she had the chance to catch his attention.  She was about to go off after him when her friend stumbled out from behind the curtain.

"O-oh!  Rottel... I'm sorry, I hope I didn't keep you that long."  Cowqet was still adjusting her clothing, straightening her skirt.

"N-no it's fine."  Rottel responded, not bothering to look at her for fear of losing sight of the man.  "I've uh... Hey I gotta run for a bit.  Sorry!"  And she took off into the crowd before Cowqet could respond.