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Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Virgil surveyed his handiwork. In just two hours of chopping, he'd turned a decent-sized maple into rounds fit for the fireplace; Another hour had seen them stacked neatly against the cabin wall and draped in a bright blue tarp. A feeling of accomplishment rose in his chest. This would keep them warm until spring, no doubt about it.

The bull smiled to himself, grabbing an armload and heading inside. The cabin was small, but cozy enough for a pair of men used to rough living. The floor was gravel, and crunched under his boots as he trundled over to the potbelly stove, whose glow filled the room with a soft, comforting warmth. Just as Virgil set his load down, the kettle began to whistle.

Grabbing a pair of cups, he poured the water over teabags. Then, grabbing a bottle from the cupboard, added a tot of whisky to each one. There wasn't a lot left, either tea or alcohol, and he knew he'd have to head to the store soon. Hopefully the snow would stop before then, otherwise, he was in for a long, slow drive through the muskeg, holding four-wheel drive as the truck rumbled down the old corduroy road into town.

"Back so soon?" A groggy voice came from the pile of blankets on the bed, followed by a sneeze loud enough to rattle the windowpanes. A brown-furred hand reached out, grasping at thin air. Virgil held out a cup, which it immediately grasped. Tugging back the covers, Gord sat up, bringing the cup to his lips.

The stallion took a deep sip, sighing happily, before hiccuping and lapsing into a coughing fit. He knew he shouldn't have stayed out in the snow so long yesterday, but he wanted to finish felling the old maple before nightfall, and now, he was paying the price. The first cold of the season was always a doozy, but this was the stallion's first in years; Judging by the pile of tissues in the waste bin, he seemed to be making up for lost time.

"How're ya feeling?" Virgil asked, a soft tone in his rumbling voice as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"Like shit," Gord replied, before taking another sip, "Good tea."

Humming in acknowledgment, the bull brought his own cup to his lips. The liquid was warm and soothing, the alcohol burning pleasantly as it went down. It was the perfect capstone to a long day of work; Already, the sun was setting, and shadows began to creep across the room.

"I was listening to the radio earlier," Gord continued, "They say it'll be another foot of snow tonight. Won't let up until at least Tuesday."

Virgil swore lightly, then took a sip of tea. The heat, both from the fire and the drink, were beginning to shake the chill from the bullman's bones, and he set the cup aside for a moment to unbutton his shirt. Despite his physical lifestyle, a paunch was beginning to overtake his abs, the result of winter idleness. That, and Gord's spectacular buttermilk biscuits.

Draping his sweat-soaked shirt across a nearby chair, Virgil stood and unbuckled his pants, tossing them aside as well. His long johns were tight against his legs, the wool clinging to every muscle like spandex. The waistband had fit him perfectly when he purchased them, back during the working days of summer; Now, they hung low on his thick ass, exposing the upper inches of his crack. No matter how frequently Virgil adjusted them, they always seemed to slide back down.

"Stunning," Gord purred, licking his lips. He'd seen the bull's yearly cycle of bloating and shrinking many times, and he always seemed to get a little bigger each time. One of these days, he'd have to put him on a diet... But not today.

Virgil turned to reply, only to notice a bulge under the surface of Gord's blanket. The horse smiled bashfully, a blush hidden beneath the fuzzy beard clinging to his cheeks.

"Perv," Virgil chuckled, sitting back down.

"You're no better," The stallion replied, gesturing at the growing bulge in the bull's own underwear, "Creeping on a sick man, honestly..."

Smirking, Virgil tugged back the covers to reveal his husband's erection. Almost two feet of mottled horse meat throbbed and twitched in the warm air, a dab of pre emerging from the tip. Virgil leaned over and planted a kiss on the tip. Gord squirmed in surprise, splashing a bit of tea across his furry chest.

"Baaabe," The stallion whined, setting his cup on the nightstand, "What are you-"

"Just kissing you better," Virgil replied, wrapping his hand around his husband's cock. His fingers barely met around the circumference, squishing slightly into the firm flesh, "It's a home remedy. It'll cure what ails you."

Gord was in no position to protest; His husband's meaty fingers were deceptively tender as they stroked the length of his shaft, sending shivers up his spine.

"C-careful, don't want to make a mess," The stallion stammered, involuntarily clenching his pelvic muscles as a bead of pre rolled down the tip and across the bull's fingers. Virgil brought his finger to his mouth and licked it off, humming contently before returning to his careful ministrations.

The sun slipped over the horizon as they went at it, leaving nothing but the crimson glow of the fire to illuminate the cabin. The way the light danced across the bull's eyes filled the stallion with lust, and he felt the urge to pounce on the rugged beast... At least, if he had the energy to do more than sit up in bed. Instead, he reached out and tugged on his husband's waistband, letting the bull's hard shaft flop out.

It too was a sight to behold; A foot and a half of pure beef, it may not have been as big as the stallion's, but size wasn't always important. For one thing, the stallion could wrap his hand fully around it, giving him enough control for a slow stroke. Virgil let out a moan, pausing in his stroking for a moment, before picking it up again at double speed.

"You're cute when you're huh-horny, babe," Gord coughed, causing him to jerk his husband's cock rather roughly. Virgil let out a low bellow as a wave of pleasure shot up his spine. Pre oozed from the tip of his cock, coating the blanket. In the back of his mind, he knew he would have a hell of a time trying to clean it, but he could worry about that later. For now, the bullman was focused on servicing his bedridden lover.

The stallion squirmed as electric ecstasy coursed through his body. Pre oozed down the length of his shaft, flowing over Virgil's hand and across the sheets. He grit his teeth, trying to hold back, but his energy seemed to drain away by the second. The bull, likewise, found himself struggling to keep himself together; Exhaustion from the day's labor crept through his soul like a plague, and despite the pleasure, or perhaps because of it, he found himself suppressing a yawn

Finally, Gord came, letting out a whinny that rattled the bedframe. Cum spurted across the bedspread, soaking into the fabric. His hand clenched around Virgil's cock, then released, flopping limply to his side. A second later, the bull came as well, sending ropes of thick bovine sperm splattering across his own chest.

The two sat there for a minute, wheezing from the exertion. Then, slowly, Virgil sank down beside his husband, letting the last dregs of cum ooze out across the bed. Gord could barely bring himself to move, but managed to wrap an arm around the exhausted bull. Laying side by side, listening to each other's breathing and the crackling of the fire, the two slowly drifted off to sleep.

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Gord squinted as he got out of bed, sunlight pouring in through the cabin's only window. The fire had long-since died out, leaving the place relatively cold, but the stallion didn't mind too much; It wasn't enough to freeze the water tank. He filled up the kettle and set it on the stove, before setting to work constructing a fire. He felt much better this morning; His nose was clear, his muscles no longer felt like he'd just hauled a douglas fir through a kilometer of rocky tundra...

There was a groan from the bed, and the stallion looked up to see Virgil slowly dragging himself up and tugging off his long underwear.

"I guess your home remedy worked after all, eh?" The stallion joked, before seeing his husband's miserable face.

"Want me to repay the favor?" Gord chuckled. The bull looked at him plaintively, before gasping and reaching for the box of tissues.

"Haa-choo!" Tossing the tissue aside, Virgil sank back into the bed, a supremely unamused expression on his face.

"I'll... Get started on some chicken soup," The stallion said, rubbing the back of his neck.