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The Barbarian and the Wizard

"Come on Lorank, we're nearly there!" a rather enthusiastic voice called from across the large field. It came from a somewhat short and slim young equine man, dressed in a set of simple burgundy robes. The blonde-brown pelted male held what could be assumed to be a staff in one hand, though it looked little more than a few large sticks taped together, and with his other he was trying to pull his friend along behind him. What probably didn't help was that his friend was a simply-colossal hulk, standing at a height of -12 feet-! Along with this the red-brown-furred giant was built with muscles so large that practically every inch of him bulged and flexed with each movement, straining the particularly-skimpy clothing he chose to wear. It consisted of little more than a tattered blue jacket, if it could be called that, the garment only barely concealed the outer slopes of his gargantuan pectoral muscles, doing nothing to conceal the majority of those twin-mountains of beef, nor the solid eight-pack he was equipped with. Besides this his enormous top-half was only covered by a large belt that seemed to work as a sort of harness, but even the strong leather was stretched painfully taut across those vast plans of the bear's. Surprisingly, his bottom half was even -less- well-covered, by a blue-green kilt that must have only been a foot or two long, most of Lorank's huge, powerful legs on full show, but it wasn't these that were the most impressive sight in that area, the bear's frankly-monstrous black shaft and absolutely-humongous furry balls hung heavily between them, swinging wildly with each step the stud was forced to make.

"There it is!" the excitable equine exclaimed as just across the field was the entrance to, what an ornately-decorated sign overhead revealed to be, 'The Crossroads Renaissance Faire'. The much smaller male, Scottio, peered around, marvelling at the various multi-coloured tents that were dotted around, along with the various staging areas. Not to mention all the other faire-goers in their various costumes, some going as princesses, some kings, some valiant knights, it was certainly a sight to behold. He'd been eagerly awaiting coming here, especially after he managed to convince Lorank to go, after weeks and weeks of asking of course, and even moreso after he finally got him into agreeing to dress up as a barbarian, Scottio peering over the mammoth brute, snatching keen glances of both his goliath chest and those enormous endowments between his legs. The horse himself was rather well-gifted too, not anywhere close to the huge bear though, but easily enough to cause even his rather baggy robes to bulge quite a bit.

Finally tearing his eyes away from his friend, he just pulled him onward, past that sign and into the faire proper. It didn't take much time before many, if not all of the other costumed-furries noticed the pair, well, mainly Lorank. The bear's height ensured he could be seen from quite a distance, and his build was attracting near-constant gawking from anyone they passed, faire-staff included! Whoever wasn't leering over those gigantic pectorals as they lightly bounced in their feeble attempt at containment, with their huge, thick, dark-brown nipples practically throbbing, were staring at the mighty pillar slapping against his thick legs, and those giant balls behind them. Lorank was all-too-familiar with getting so much attention from people, a light redness crossing his face in a mixture of embarrassment and shyness; this was exactly why he almost never went to any sort of public event, knowing full well he'd end up just being eyed by almost everyone.

Scottio was just too enamoured at looking between all the various things the faire offered. He'd already seen a fortune-teller's booth, a jousting re-enactment and numerous stalls selling all forms of souvenirs. As he peered about though, his gaze would keep returning to the same place, Lorank's chest, he just couldn't help it! Those rolling expanses of muscle, so barely covered, rising and falling steadily with the bear's slow breaths, it was impossible -not- to be entranced. He tried his best to keep his gaze on the sights though, a blush crossing the horse's face, even when he was looking away from them, those monstrous mountains of muscle filled his mind. "Yeesh, this place has everything!" after another long look around the area, he peered back over to his friend again, forgetting to make sure to look upwards this time though, and what with Lorank being twice his own height, this meant filling his eyeline with the bottom of that wall of abdominals and the dangerously-low hem of his kilt. Craning his head upwards again though, he soon saw the rather anxious expression on Lorank's face, the equine soon getting an idea of what would calm the bear's nerves. The pair had just passed a -very- large tent that was being used as a tavern, Scottio quickly pulling Lorank back toward it. "Fancy a drink Lorank? Will probably calm ya down and a bit, you could do with some jollying up I think!" the horse beamed as they reached it, guiding his hulking friend inside.

The interior of the tent was wonderfully-decorated, a dozen of so large, round, wooden tables dotted around, each with a couple of chairs tucked under them, various medieval symbols and signets printed on the backs of them. There was also an olden-style bar with shelves of different alcohols behind it, the gruff-looking bartender eyeing the newcomers with keen interest, his gaze more-than-once falling to Lorank's monumental meat. There was only a half-dozen patrons filling the place, but every single one turned their head at the light quaking the bear's footfalls made, the enormous hunk only blushing deeper as they leered over his over-sexualised form.

Scottio led his friend quickly over to the bar, taking the liberty of ordering for them both, it was much easier that way after all, "I'll just have a glass of orange juice myself, but Lorank here will have a couple of your biggest tankards of ale, the strong stuff," the equine dug into his robe pocket and pulled out a couple of notes, handing them over to the 'tender, who meekly accepted them, his gaze practically glued now up at those titanic mounds of muscle that were Lorank's pecs, a bead of drool leaving the man's mouth. Scottio just nodded and guided his friend over to an empty table, taking a seat. As the bear went to sit down though, the reinforced, wooden stool creaked loudly under his immense weight, before being crushed easily under his rear, the red-brown mammal furrowing his brow, having to just brush the wreckage to the side and take a seat on the plastic floor of the tent, printed with a pattern that slightly-resembled floorboards.

"Isn't this place great? I mean I knew it would be pretty cool but I had no idea they'd get into it quite as much," Scottio peered around at the other patrons: a couple of bullmen dressed as guardsmen, three wolves who looked to be minstrels, and a lion with lavish red-and-purple robes and a crown, clearly a king. He also noticed each one was -still- mindlessly ogling as much of his friend as they could, Lorank sighing silently.

Thankfully though the barman was soon by with their drinks, placing a tray down, getting a rather up-close-and-personal view of the bear's chest-region, and then plodding back behind the counter, pretending to be drying glasses. Lorank picked up one of the massive mugs of murky-brown liquid, sniffing it tentatively before taking a large swig, grimacing at the strength of it. Still, he did often enjoy a drink, and if it would help with his nerves, well. He arched his back and poured half of the tankard's contents into his maw, guzzling it down quickly, before then starting to take more measured gulps, clearly he was eager to have it's effects kick in quickly. Scottio just took his glass of juice, which looked tiny in comparison to the bear's drinks, and sipped at it idly.

As Lorank drank, it didn't take too long at all before his sense of embarrassment began to ease, and after only a few more large gulps, he was finally able to relax, a bit more at least, giving a warm, content smile as he emptied one tankard, placing it down on the table and moving straight on to the other. As he started on this one though, it wasn't only the sense of ease that washed over him, but a slight warmth too, he wasn't sure what it was at first, but as soon as he felt a pleasant tingling up and down his immense shaft, he knew it was the starting pangs of arousal. Normally when this occurred, he'd be one to immediately find a quiet place away from people, usually his onsen, but with all the alcohol he'd drank already, he was feeling a little less...uptight than normal, peering down at his equine friend and deciding to have some fun. He'd place his still-half-full mug back on the table, glancing to the side a little and giving his chest a slight flex. Scottio's eyed widened a bit as he watched those already-massive slabs of furred beef bulge out even more gigantically, pushing out of his skimpy-jacket completely, and causing the belt that bound them to strain even tighter, the thick leather not looking like it would hold on much longer, just from this gentle flex.

"Err...Lorank?" the bear just peered down, feigning a look of confusion as he relaxed, his chest returning to it's normal size, the horse blinking a couple of times and shaking his head, "Eh, nothing," and he returned to his drink, but with the slight aroma of musk in the air, the bear could tell the smaller male was getting flustered, truth be told he himself was too, which the rest of the tavern soon noticed. That giant black manhood of his was steadily growing in size, pushing out longer and bulging out thicker with each throb it gave. What also would be impossible to miss was after a few moments an even stronger musk would quickly fill the tent, overpowering the equine's in moments; the deep, heady fog reaching every inch of that tavern in no time, and only growing stronger the more aroused the bear was becoming.

Scottio was staring to get a little light-headed, being so close to the source and all, but as he looked back up to inquire about the smell, his eyes fell onto that chest just as Lorank gave it another, far more powerful flex. His eyes almost burst from their sockets as he watched the vast plains of muscle balloon-ridiculously in size, easily doubling, even trebling their previous size. Naturally that large belt just blasted off of him now, shredded into pieces by the sheer strain, the mammoth mounds just continuing to expand, and as they pushed out more they soon obscured all of the bear's face from the horse, Lorank only able to see a small bit of his friend through that deep cleft that cut between his giant, fur-covered pectorals.

The rising arousal inside him had reached a point-of-no-return, and Lorank immediately reached over and grabbed his much smaller friend tightly, lifting him with ease and pulling him across the table, then bringing his face up to that overflowing cliffside of muscle that was his chest. Scottio only got the briefest look of those rolling hills up-close before the bear forced his face firmly between them, the equine's world going dark, as his entire head was easily wedged deep in that chasm.

"L-Lrrrrnnk?! Whrrrt rrre yrrr drrrnnng?!" Scottio's muffled protests fell on deaf ears, infact his words just vibrated up through those plains of muscle, Lorank giving off a silent groan. Scottio just tried to grab onto something so he could try and prise his head back out of there, but all he could grope were two large handfuls of fuzzy muscle, and his pushes was little more than loving caresses to the bear, whose hulking body shuddered in excitement, Lorank still holding his friend deep in his mighty chest.

The horse's attempts at freedom were short-lived though, feeling those considerable slabs of beef around him, the copious amount of manly fur brushing around most of his upper-half, and most notably, the sheer magnitude of Lorank's musk in that area, billowing off those titanic mounds, Scottio soon gave into it all, his once frantic attempts at escape, now eager strokes, as the equine happily explored those peaks, revelling in the sensation of the bear's thick ridges of muscle in his hands. Lorank arched his back, biting his bottom lip as bliss flooded his body, and naturally, this only caused his gargantuan member to pump up even faster, the other tavern-goers not quite believing their eyes at the mammoth black-red tool just continued to gain further size and girth, throbbing heavier now and oozing considerable amounts of thick precum out onto the floor.

Scottio just got more daring, stretching his arms out more so he could reach those huge nipples, only barely managing to fit them in his hands, he began gently squeezing them, this alone causing a thick wad of pre to erupt from the bear's cock, it landing on the lion, splattering over his regal robes messily, though he didn't seem to mind in the slightest. Lorank soon pulled his friend out from that deep divide, weakening his hold on him so as to give the horse freer reign over his goliath chest, which Scottio happily took. He moved his head over, squashing it against one of those furred mountains, rubbing his face into it and moaning softly.

"Hey Lorank, fancy giving another flex for me?" he looked up hopefully to his friend who more-than-happily did just that, tensing his chest before flexing it, Scottio moaning out louder as he felt those massive mounds expand rapidly in size, pushing outwards fiercely, forcing him back as they did so. He could also feel the muscle grow much firmer beneath the furry-skin, almost as hard as rock. This all just made his gropes, his squeezes, his rubbing, all that much more fervent, and pretty soon he'd wriggled his way over to a nipple, licking his lips as he eyed the huge nub hungrily.

Lorank wasn't given much time to prepare, and was soon thrown into ecstasy as the horse moved in, taking the fat pad of flesh into his mouth and beginning to suckle on it gently, teasingly, but even this was enough to bring huge waves of pleasure to the bear, his cock finally reaching it's full size, an unwieldy 8 feet of madly-pulsating black flesh; he'd already knocked over the nearby table and chairs with it, and the sheer amount of precum gushing out had already flooded most of the large tent.

The equine just sucked on that huge nipple harder, alternating between sucking it and letting it go, essentially pumping that big teat and making it -very- hard for Lorank to hold back, his giant balls already starting to tighten, and his cock only throbbing faster and faster, the other patrons eagerly awaiting the bear's orgasm as they more openly began fondling themselves to the show.

Scottio was now kneading the mighty pec he was latched onto with both hands, his long moans being felt through Lorank's nipple, but it was what he did next that threw him over the edge. The horse bit down firmly on the bear's nipple, not painfully, but enough to send an exceptionally-powerful surge of pleasure rocketing up and down the giant's cock, and only an instant later, that monumental pillar erupted, sending a fierce deluge of hot, thick cum -everywhere-. The walls of the tent were hit by rope after rope of the potent, musky seed, as were the tables and chairs. The other tavern-goers and the bartender, who were by now desperately jacking off to the scene, were struck by massive dollops of Lorank's cream, this only making them fap faster. Soon every inch of the floor too was lost beneath the waves, and a few people outside were wondering why the large tent was leaking excessive amounts of white tar. Scottio though didn't let up in the slightest, his frantic worship of the bear's colossal pectorals just kept Lorank's climax going, the bear only able to roar out silently as his cascade of cum filled the tent more and more, pretty soon every surface, and every patron, was coated in inches of the incredibly-thick spunk.

After minutes of this, that geyser of spooge finally began to weaken, and eventually subside, Lorank panting heavily, and his equine friend finally pulling back, beaming up at the hulk and slipping down out of his grasp, peering around at the 'devastation' Lorank's orgasm had caused. "Yeesh Lorank, you sure do make a big mess," he chuckled softly, looking back up at the bear, but his massive friend had his eyes fixated on something else. The red-brown-furred hunk was staring at the huge tent his smaller companion was sporting, images of the huge horsecock filling his mind, and causing his more submissive desires to bubble up inside him. Well, not submissive per se, but his desires to have every inch of that firmly inside him.

Scottio didn't get much time to react, before the immense hulk lurched forwards, snatching the horse up in his grasp and laying him down on the thick-cum-soaked floor of the tent, grabbing his robe and easily slipping it off his smaller friend, which revealed his much slimmer, even slightly-curvier body, though Lorank's eyes just went straight to that huge, two-foot-long, pink shaft he was gifted with, the bear grunting inaudibly as he stared.

"Lorank, what are you-?" but he was cut of with the much larger man's quick actions, Lorank pulled his kilt off himself, and planted a large foot firmly on either side of the equine, lowering himself so that huge, firmly-muscled rear of his hovered above the throbbing head of Scottio's cock. Lowering himself just a bit more, he'd hear his smaller friend moan out as the bear's tight hole pressed against the thick tip, but he only continued his descent, and with enough pressure, that large head would finally force it's way inside him, Lorank throwing his head back, his body shaking again in pleasure as he felt it push inside him, stretching him open around it's girth.

The horse clenched his fists, the feeling was too much, as was the sight of Lorank eagerly taking more of his cock, inch by inch Scottio would feel more his large shaft plunge into the warmth of the bear. He'd also feel something else, peering down from that goliath, black tool overhead, he'd see Lorank's colossal balls pressing down over him, infact at their size, the giant, fuzzy globes would easily envelop the entire lower-half of his torso, a pleasing warmth emanating from them, along with the ever-more-potent musk that flooded his nostrils, instantly calming any negative thoughts he may have, and only boosting the arousal that was coursing through his body.

The other patrons had shaken themselves as dry as they could from Lorank's first load, and were now frantically pumping away as they leered over the scene, though the heightening musk of the bear's oversized man-parts was making it hard to not shoot from it alone.

At last the titan had taken it all in, feeling every inch throb dangerously inside him, feeling the precum ooze into him, the sensation was enough to cause his already-rock-hard cock to almost harden even more, gaining an extra few inches of length and girth, pulsating even faster, and gushing tremendous amounts of precum that washed down over the entire, nearly-9 foot length, and drip lewdly down over Scottio, the sight of his friend being rained on by his huge dollops of pre spurring him on to begin the next part.

With a tense of his hulking muscle, Lorank began to force his mighty body back up that thick shaft, until only the head remained inside him. He then let himself fall back down it's entire length again, feeling it push back into his tight hole, before he repeated the process again, already building up a quick pace, relishing in the feeling of that huge horsecock slamming in and out of him. Scottio meanwhile was using all his willpower to hold back as long as he could, but with the bear's hole seemingly trying to milk his large tool, it was exceedingly difficult. What also didn't help were those enormous balls rising and falling with the bear's actions, repeatedly smacking down over him with their surprising weight, it wasn't painful, but just the idea of it was bringing him closer to the edge. Infact, the horse began to slightly rock his hips, Lorank was still firmly in control, but he couldn't help but at least try and help along a little, and even this relatively weak action ushered the bear on more. Lorank flexed his goliath muscles and summoned the strength to speed things up more, rapidly riding Scottio. He soon wrapped both arms around his own gargantuan manhood, pressing it tightly against his bulging body. As he felt it throb against him, he leant in, lapping over as much of the pulsating monster as he could reach, while simultaneously trying to tease it even more by bouncing his simply-enormous pecs against it, the massive mounds of furry muscle almost trying to jerk off part of the immense pillar. All the while he continued to zealously work the equine's own oversized endowment, a look of pure bliss on both men's face. It was this expression actually, seeing Lorank's tongue hanging out of his maw, and a dumb grin on his face as pleasure coursed through him, that finally pushed Scottio over the edge.

"Aaaaaah!" the horse cried out and arched his back, his cock giving a particularly-massive throb before it began to unleash a deluge of his warm, slick seed into the bear's hole, rope after rope of the surprisingly-voluminous load pouring into his much larger friend.

Feeling the smaller male unload inside him was enough to push Lorank over the edge a second time, the ground around them quaking as he was drawn closer and closer until a cataclysmic torrent of seed shot out of his gigantic cock, hitting the roof of the tent and drenching it in moments, before it then started dripping down in massive globs, coating the other tavern-goers who had long-since hit orgasm themselves, and flooding the place with even more of the pristine-white cum. Scottio was camouflaged under a thick layer of the stuff, and Lorank was pelted with numerous wads of it. However, he did manage to come down from it faster than his earlier one, finally a sense of relief and calm starting to fill him, his wide grin still plastered across his face.

Scottio wiped the cream off his face, looking plainly exhausted, "W-Well that was...really something...heheheh...," he chuckled, bliss still filling his expression. Lorank pulled himself off his friend and shook himself somewhat dryer, fishing around in the bog he'd made for their clothing. He slipped on his cum-splattered kilt, and handed a dripping set of robes to Scottio who just peered them over, "Like I said, you sure do make a big mess," and he happily slipped the drenched clothing on, grabbing Lorank's hand and guiding him back out of the tent, and across the flooded faireground outside.