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Sun had cooked the earth around the farm grounds into a hard, cracked surface not much good for anything. Stood in the middle of all of it was a broad, very tall bull and a turning fork. He stood almost 8 foot tall at the centre of the field that he'd halfway loosened, and mopped his brow with the back of his hand. He shook out his braids of long tawny hair and smiled up at the clear blue sky. His name was Tarw and the farm was his.

It had been in his family for generations, and he can remember being a small calf being shown how to do crop rotation, furrowing and knowing how to buy the best seed at market. He'd known it all his life and never once yearned for anything different. You see, farm work was a simple, but hardworking life. Keeping the land in good condition was a chore sometimes, but if the weather was nice and the birds kept singing, the world was his.

Tarw was always very thoughtful, everything he said was measured and carefully chosen. He operated at a pace that suited him, was very off-the-grid in a way that perhaps his few friends found a little inconvenient. But he was a kindly, gentle giant and his ponderous nature was easy to forgive.

He leaned on his fork and assessed the progress he'd made and surveyed the work yet to do. His overalls had been taken down to his waist, where he had tied them into a knot. Underneath was, for what the world would assume, some kind of vest, but lately he had taken to wearing comfortable wrestling singlets. When his overalls were at the waist, nobody would be any the wiser, and in fairness, his own comfort came first.

He resumed his turning of the field and started humming to himself, idly watching the light, infrequent traffic ease down the road that passed along the front of his farm. The cars seemed to be mostly convertibles making the most of the weather, sometimes one or two cyclists would zip past, but everyone was genuinely going somewhere or doing something.

After another hour, Tarw was done, and fork over his shoulder, he began a steady trudge back to his modest farmhouse. His walk took him along the dry stone wall against the road towards the main gate onto the estate.

As he approached the gate he caught sight of a rat cyclist that had stopped for a rest just outside the gate to the farm. He gave a slow, cheery wave as he approached and smiled. The cyclist gave a sheepish smile and took a swig from his water bottle.

As Tarw headed up the drive to his house, he heard muttered cursing from his gate and then a voice called out to him.

"Oh, excuse me!" Tarw slowly turned on the spot, placed the fork down on the gravel under his hooves and shifted his weight on to it. He smiled and nodded at the cyclist.

"I was wondering if I could possible trouble you for a bit of water? My bottle is empty and I'm still a way from home," He held up his empty bottle and tipped it to the ground to illustrate his point, "If it's not too much trouble, that is."

Tarw thought for a moment to himself and smiled, nodding. Then he approached the cyclist slowly, dressed in pretty much all black lycra and then outstretched his hoofed hand towards the rat and wiggled his fingers to indicate he'd like the bottle.

The rat looked moderately confused and handed it over, smiling a little. Tarw turned again towards his house and began walking back to it at his usual pace, swinging the fork back onto his shoulder as he went. The confused cyclist left at his gate as he went to the outside tap on the front of his house, filled up the bottle, left the fork by his front door and began his methodical little plod back to the gate to the cyclist that was now perched with folded arms watching him.

As he made the leisurely journey, he took a moment to admire the look of the guy that had stopped there and thought that he was handsome. His body was well looked after, even muscular and broad, with a rich brown fur that was almost Amber in places, the cycling clothes fitted him well and accentuated his curves nicely. He was detailed by sparkling purple eyes and a thin golden nose ring, of which the bull most certainly approved. Tarw thought he was quite attractive and that made him smile.

On returning to the rat, he handed over the bottle across the gate, smiled and then simply said, "Tarw."

The rat looked very confused as he took the bottle into his left paw and then tilted his head with a, "pardon?"

Tarw let out a gentle sigh and added, "My name. It's Tarw."

"Oh! Okay, hi!" The cyclist extended his right hand out, "I'm Vesky! Nice to meet you!"

The bull looked at the rat's hand a moment before gripping it firmly, giving it a short shake and letting go slowly. He smiled and slowly turned, heading back to his house to put away the fork left by his front door.

"Thanks for the water!" The rat called out after him.

Tarw simply grunted and waved behind him, turning his head over his shoulder and smiling more at the rat and leaving things simply at that. Tarw liked him, maybe he'd be back. Who knows?

--

A week had gone by and Tarw, occupied with his quiet existence, had been getting that field ready to be sowed, along with checking the wheat fields ahead of harvest. The temperature had stayed steadily high for the past week and while this presented a few interesting issues for his role as farmer, it had meant that there was plenty of opportunities to head out on long walks across the farm, the orchards towards the back of his estate and the forest and lakes across the road.

He'd managed to pick himself up a nice long stick while on his last roam through the forest, and had been slowly whittling it into a nicely carved stick to use on his walks. The gnarled wood turned pale and smooth about halfway up and the handle was ornately carved into a Celtic knot pattern, but the head of it was still unadorned as yet.

Tarw was undecided that ramping up the irrigation might be a good idea, as the soil was still cracking in a concerning way, it might just flood over. He poked at the ground with the stick and it came up as a muddy dust when he did.

He leaned back against the boundary wall lazily and rested against the folds of his overalls in the small of his back - the sleeves tied yet again around his waist. Tarw arched his shoulders to pull his singlet up a little and settled against the wall. He mulled over his options in getting this field ready for the next year, it was maybe going to take another year to get the field ready if the weather didn't offer up some rain in the next few weeks.

He slipped his whittling knife from his belt and started to peel away at the head of the long stick and give it some kind of shape. He wasn't really planning, so what he came up with was smooth random shapes that felt good in his hand. As the bull was busying himself with his idle carving, he became aware of the sound of tyres pulling up on the other side of the wall. Then there was the sound of clips unfastening from pedals, a gentle trudge through gravel and then in the corner of his vision the rat from the previous week appeared leaning over the wall from the other side.

"Hey again. Tarw, was it?" The rat gave a friendly wave from over the wall. Tarw looked up from his carving, gave him a sideways smirk and went back to his carving.

"Vesky," he said with a nod, "back for more water?"

"Uh, no, just taking a rest! I bought myself a larger bottle so I wouldn't need to impose,"

The bull nodded and kept up his slow peeling of the stick.

"What's that you're working on?"

Tarw thought his answer through in the careful way of someone with few words, "Thinkin'. Wood's a side-effect,"

Worried he'd touched a nerve or was being annoying, "look, if you'd rather I left you to it, I can go...?" The rat started to push himself up from the wall.

Tarw rolled his eyes a little before turning around and resting his hands on the wall. He towered over the rat, even though he was the tallest, broadest rodent he'd ever seen. "Stay if you like, ain't goin' nowhere much, jus' me here y'see," the bull flicked his knife shut and passed the stick over to Vesky, "stick's for whittlin' not for nothing much else. Helps with thinkin',"

Vesky took the part carved stick and turned it in his hands, "It's probably better than those fidget spinners,"

Tarw tilted his head, "Dunno what they are, but I got many sticks from walkin' the forest," he looked up at the sky a moment, "probably get to selling them, but seems like a lot for tat made thinkin',"

The bull pointed over to the house and stood up from the wall, "Same for the house. What I didn't make while thinkin', my pa did -- and his pa, too," Vesky looked impressed and the bull gave a smirk, "What can be done jus' for thinkin', eh?"

Tarw gave Vesky a hearty pat on the shoulder and let out a chuckle, "Best you be off again, no doubt?" The rat smiled at the contact, even if he was pushed around firmly a bit more than he expected.

Vesky took a swig from his bottle and stood up from the wall, stretching his large frame and letting the sun reveal his figure better for Tarw. The rat was obviously strong, but it wasn't honed through vanity, more through function -- it was also clear that the rat enjoyed his meals, but he wasn't fat, just had a bit of chunk in his middle that the lycra jersey was squeezing a bit.

"It's a Saturday, I don't have to be anywhere until Monday morning, so I'm just enjoying the sunshine while we have it!" Vesky offered the stick back to the bull.

Tarw nodded and took the stick back gently and flicked open his knife again, returning to the head of the stick and chipping away little flecks of wood. He could feel the cyclist's eyes watching him, "It's good sun, but not if you're that field,

"Bone dry, that." He shrugged his huge shoulders, "But I like sun, brings people," with that, he tilted his head to the rat and nodded, giving a smirk.

Vesky was really having a hard time reading the bull, was he being genuinely complementary or a bit sarcastic? He could see him smiling over, but it was a wide, heavy looking smile that seemed to be the look of a placid farmer amused by townsfolk.

Tarw had been thinking of what to say for a while and decided to go with it, "You got a nice body on you," Tarw flicked the knife shut and slipped it into his belt in one easy movement. Vesky looked surprised and raised his eyebrows but Tarw continued, "Bike's doing you nothing much, got mighty legs on you, but nothing up top. Needs more liftin', I says,"

Vesky was speechless, he'd never been spoken to so bluntly by someone he didn't know. His jaw hung open.

"Should do something about that, would suit you," and with that, Tarw turned slowly on his hoof and began a slow trudge back to the house.

Flabbergasted and taken aback, Vesky stared at the back of the bull and clipped himself back into the pedals and began a slow, thoughtful journey back to the town.

--

The next day at about 11 in the morning, there was a sudden knock on the front door of the farm. Tarw wasn't actually in to hear the knock from inside, as he'd been up since 6 already making sure his tractor shed and workshop was all tidy. He was instead sat on a wooden bench out by the shed eating freshly picked apples and had watched Vesky walk down the drive to his door, pause for a minute, lose the courage to knock, then finally get the better of himself and pound on the door.

The bull stayed quietly where he was as he watched the rat go through a sense of deflation, anger, disappointment and then finally start to make his way back up the driveway. With an easy lob, he flicked his wrist and landed a half eaten apple right in front of Vesky's feet. Tarw erupted in a deep rumble of laughter as the rat half near shat himself at the sudden appearance of the apple.

"Knew you'd be back," the bull bellowed, still recovering from laughing, "didn't think it'd be so soon," he stood up slowly and grabbed a fresh apple from the basket by the bench and took a massive chomp from it. Vesky approached, not sure if he was irritated or relieved to see the bull.

Once he was close enough, Vesky piped up, "I was thinking about what you said," the rat had turned up in jeans and a fairly loose t-shirt, but Tarw rather preferred the how he looked in the more form-fitting cycling clothes, "what would you suggest I do to make this look better?" Vesky vaguely waved a paw around his upper body.

"Do enough liftin' and holdin' and you'll fill out good," Tarw nodded.

Vesky stood a few feet in front of the massive bull, somewhat dwarfed by him. At this range, the orange rat could smell the mix of sweat, motor oil and apples on him.

The look of the bull was something he'd not really taken in too closely before, but he now started admiring him. He was broad, very muscular, just under eight foot tall and had a shiny bronze nose ring that was about two centimetres thick. His left ear was pierced with another smaller bronze hoop and his long hair was plaited into two thick ropes of hair, with another braid for his beard.

Vesky had obviously noticed the overalls tied around his waist and the black vest gripping the bovine's upper body, it was tight enough to reveal a small paunch, but in relation to everything else on the bull's body, it was in proportion. In fact, on paying more attention to it, it looked less like a tight vest and more like a spandex top of some sort. The rat was now extremely curious but suddenly became aware that he was taking too long to look when he was snapped out of it by the loud clicking of hoofed finger.

"Hey," Tarw was giving a very sly smirk and started grinning slowly, "I don't mind you staring, but I've a wall to rebuild," and with that he started off towards the yard at the back of the house in his steady trudge.

"But, wait, I wanted to know what I should do at the gym to build up!"

Tarw snorted dismissively and waved his arm to indicate Vesky should follow him, "gym's for folk who ain't got a farm to work on,"

At the back of the house was a broken down drystone wall and a mound of freshly tipped flat stone. It looked like the wall had tipped over, but when one end had gone, almost the length of it had gone over too.

"Trailer unhitched few days back, knocked the bastard o'er," Tarw then pointed at the pile of quarried stone, "gonna be some breaks, might need the spares,"

Vesky had started getting used to the sparse way that Tarw talked, it was quite impressive how much the bull communicated with vague waves, shrugs and pointed looks. He wondered if it was down to running this farm by himself, a bovine thing or that he didn't really like words so much.

Tarw, using mostly gestures, example and a few words showed Vesky how to build a drystone wall, making sure that the two sides couldn't fall apart and to the right height. The bull hefted large stones without any indication of their weight -- it was like a toddler picking up pebbles at the beach. When the rat came to pick up stones, he needed to pick up smaller ones, as the larger ones that spanned both sides of the wall were going to need the bull.

After a short time, they found a rhythm of sorts where Vesky would quickly fetch a few smaller stones, place them down and Tarw would move much slower and place down a larger stone over what the rat had prepared.

Vesky had found the work tiring and was working up a real sweat -- he'd not worked this hard at the gym and his arms were starting to ache. Out of nowhere Tarw stopped and placed a large hand on Vesky's shoulder, making him jump a bit.

"Time to rest," and with that the bull headed towards the door on back of his house, pointing at a large stone bench on his way past. Vesky stretched out his back, causing a few pops and crunches, mopped his brow with the arm of his t-shirt and sat himself down on one end, looking over the wall. They'd made what he thought was good progress in the past few hours, building up about four metres of the twelve or so that was damaged.

Tarw reappeared, handed over a cloudy looking drink in a large glass and in one large gulp, drank half of his own, "apple," is all he said about it.

Vesky took a sip, found it cold, refreshing and very delicious and took another few gulps.

"Thanks! That was just what I needed! I was getting a bit too hot," Tarw nodded and smiled in response and placed his big hoofed hand between Vesky's shoulders and gave a few firm rubs down his spine.

"Next time, wear better clothes, these ain't suitable," the bull's hand snaked around to the very top of his thigh and gave a squeeze, "not gettin' much air through these jeans."

Vesky shivered and looked at the huge hand that was practically in his crotch and felt a stirring start to uncomfortably build in the knot of his underwear until it touched the edge of Tarw's fingers. All the rat could do was blush and squirm a little.

The bull chuckled and leaned in and nuzzled the top of the rat's head affectionately, letting his thick nose ring glide along the back of an ear. The rat let out a gentle moan and closed his eyes, tilting his head towards the bull. Tarw took this as a good sign and slid his hand up the inside of the rat's leg and gave a reassuring squeeze of the firm outline of Vesky's member. It was sizeable and thick, a meaty firmness to it that made Tarw rumble in approval. He kissed the top of Vesky's head softly.

By this point, Vesky was pretty much putty, the large and handsome bull was feeling him up and affectionately nuzzling his sensitive ears. He glanced over to the bull's crotch to see that he was packing a most impressive bulge now, a thick line heading over towards his left hip. Tarw snorted a bit and used his other hand to readjust himself when he noticed the rat looking. A moment later the hand was tipping his head up by the chin and the bull looked into his purple eyes and smiled before gently touching lips together in a tender kiss.

Vesky sighed as he pressed into the kiss, parting his lips and feeling the two shiny nose rings touch briefly before, with a tilt of the head, tenderness turned to passion and their tongues touched. The kiss was extremely erotic, the bull was gentle, but his thick tongue was eager, darting in and around Vesky's smaller one. Their saliva mingled and the rat moaned as the bull's impressive arms circled around him, drawing him into a warm, encompassing embrace.

Before he really knew what was happening, Vesky was pretty much sat on Tarw's lap as they kissed deeply. The bull was rubbing along his shoulders and neck with one hoofed hand as the other gripped along his hip and rear, massaging around the base of his tail. It was thrilling to feel the sizeable bulge in the bull's overalls running along his underside and Vesky started to grind himself against it. Tarw responded by letting out a deep rumble and breaking the kiss.

The bull picked up the rat with ease and Vesky let out a surprised yelp as he was carried in through the back door of the house into a fairly big kitchen and laid down on the kitchen table on his back. The height of the table was just right for him to line up with Tarw's hips and the rat ran his overbite along his bottom lip in anticipation as to what might happen next.

Leaning over the rat, Tarw slid his hands up the inside of Vesky's t-shirt, sliding it away to reveal his orange fur, lightly brushing hooves across the erect nipples (which caused a little whimpering groan to escape from Vesky's mouth) and then up over his head.

Vesky knew what was coming and he'd secretly hoped that things might turn out like this when he'd decided to turn up again today. But now he was on his back on a kitchen table, giant smirking bull looking down at him as he untied the arms of his overalls from his waist and dropped them. Vesky's eyes widened when he saw two things - the first was the bull wasn't wearing a vest, but was wearing a very form fitting wrestling singlet - the second was that the bulge in that singlet was enormous. The rat made a half-gulp-half-moan as he looked over it.

Tarw unhooked the shoulders of his singlet, pushed it down to his waist so that it was held up by the tip of his prominent bulge then grinned slowly down at the rat who was trying to ogle him at the same time as remove his jeans. Vesky was making a fairly impressive ordeal out of undressing and Tarw took one of his hands to the button at the top of the rat's fly and pulled until all the buttons tore off. The rat was startled and in a few deft pulls later, his shoes were thumping into the corner of the kitchen and his jeans were somewhere in the sink.

All that stood between the two of them and their carnal urges were two piece of fabric. Tarw placed his large hands on the waistband of the black boxerbriefs that the orange fur of Vesky's torso snuck under and began to pull achingly slowly. In response, Vesky arched his hips up and let himself be revealed to the large, handsome bull. Vesky bit his lower hip and shivered as he became exposed.

Tarw admired the rat's impressive length and gave it an affectionate stroke with one hand as the other guided the underwear free. The bull's large, hoofy paws stroked up the insides of Vesky's orange thighs and gently pushed the legs apart and leaned in to nuzzle and inhale at the now firmly erect member in front of him. With his thick tongue he gave a slurp along it from base to tip, his ring running all the way along ahead of the wetness of the tongue, causing the rat to shiver and moan.

Vesky panted slightly and found himself giving in to the attentions, closing his eyes and arching his back. His tail flicking and occasionally shivering as the tongue reached the tip of his thick member and began swirling over the tip. Tarw kept up his enthusiastic licking and teasing for an amount of time that Vesky couldn't be sure of, the large hoofed hands gripping the rat by his hips and squeezing affectionately as the bull began to take the whole of Vesky's member into his maw.

The rat dug his claws into the edges of the table as the entirety of his meat became warmly ensconced into Tarw's hungry mouth, the thick and eager tongue now swirling and licking as best it can and extracting uncontrollable moaning and groaning from the orange rodent pinned to the kitchen table.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed while he was being pleasured, but when the bull slowly pulled off and grinned up at him, he gasped that the sensations had stopped. Tarw stood up and pushed down the remaining singlet and freed himself, revealing a thick, engorged and quite proud-standing length of meat. At the head of it was a steel Prince Albert, shining with a thin coating of precum.

Vesky gulped as he caught sight of it and knew that he was going to be a very full rat very soon. The bull made eye contact as he lined himself up with the warm flesh under the base of the rat's tail and let the slick metal of his piercing nudge against the folded flesh of his rear.

With a single, easy nudge led by the piercing, the tip of the thick member fed itself into the puckered entrance and rested just inside, being held by the lip. Vesky squeaked sharply and arched up, feeling himself being so easily entered and with an almost primal grunt, hitched himself along the kitchen table to push himself back to get more of that thickness inside.

It wasn't long before Tarw had somehow managed to hilt himself, resting over Vesky and beginning long and slow invasions into the rat, grunting with each rolling of his hips in a slow, practiced motion that knew exactly how to pleasure someone. Vesky writhed and moaned in an ecstasy he'd not experienced with a previous partner, and through half-lidded eyes looked up the the bull. He had a blissful look on his face, braided hair hanging down around his head as he held himself up with strong, meaty arms that flexed with each push. What's worse, Vesky's arousal for being underneath such a strong man was almost as arousing as the sensations of his large, pierced member currently driving his prostate nuts. He knew he wasn't going to last by the sensation of churning happening in his balls and the sheer volume of pre leaking from his extremely erect dick.

Meanwhile, Tarw's quiet grunting had become much louder and guttural, suggesting that the bull was almost close to orgasm, but as his pace picked up before he reached the final stretch, Vesky's moans and squeaks shifted in tone -- the rat was about to cum.

Tarw shifted up a gear, his thrusting becoming a hammering, pulling and pushing at the flesh of the rat's behind with each slide of his hefty girth. He angled his hips a little and aimed the ball of his piercing at the inside walls of the rat's behind and started hammering it, seeing if he could push him over. Vesky yelped and squirmed helplessly as the repeated pushing of the smooth metal inside him flicked a switch and he fired a long, thin strand of his seed up along the hairy chest of the bull. Lusty, wanton moans escaped his mouth and he blushed as he fired several more shots.

Vesky's rear had clamped down on the middle of Tarw's length and started pulsing and quivering like it was trying to milk the bull. It was all too much and Tarw slammed himself in deeply and began to bray deeply as he unloaded pulsing shots of his thick cream deep into the backside of the orange rodent.

After a shared moment where both of them were climaxing together, Vesky started panting as he climbed down from his orgasm, enjoying the feeling of the fleshy member twitching as it released the last quivering drops of seed into him. After letting out a moaning gasp, Tarw slumped down on top of the rodent and his length slipped out with a wet popping noise. Vesky gasped and sighed in bliss as he felt the reassuring trickle of another man's seed seep past his entrance.

--

Time passed in the comfortable embrace of two naked men in a post coital coupling. Before long Tarw, eased himself up and extended a hand out to the rat to offer to help him up. Vesky found himself hoisted up and into the arms of the bull before a soft kiss was placed upon his cheek.

"The sun's fallin', you should prob'ly clean yourself up and head out," Tarw grinned, "Don't want to miss work tomorrow, d'you?"

Vesky gave a bashful look and shook his head, "No, you're right, I should probably head out,"

Letting the rat out of his arms and pointing down the corridor out of the kitchen, Tarw quietly murmured, "There's a shower just up the hall, help yourself,"

Vesky smiled and thanked the bull before carefully walking with a slight bow to his legs into the shower room.

--

When Vesky re-emerged from the shower with just a towel on, Tarw was sat at the kitchen table fully clothed again and the rat's clothing had been neatly folded and placed on the table.

Outside was full dark now and the soft overhead light illuminated the table which now had a gingham tablecloth on it and was scattered in small piles of paperwork and a laptop. Next to his clothes was a small parcel of greaseproof paper which looked to contain a sandwich. It was even tied with string.

"Thought you might need somethin' to eat when you head off," Tarw smiled slowly and nodded towards the sandwich.

Vesky smiled in return and started to pull on his clothes right there, not shy about revealing his body to the bull he had been so completely filled by not half an hour ago. "Thanks, I really appreciate it - I appreciate, uh, everything you've done today."

Tarw nodded, smiling as he watched, returning to his quietly enigmatic demeanour. He stood up and slid his arm around the small of Vesky's back giving a bit of a rub, walking with him out of the door and past the half-completed wall.

They made their way around the house and back up the drive, long shadows cast up the drive by the outside lights, staying in comfortable silence until they reached the gate and Tarw finally said, "If you ever want 'nother workout, stop by."

Vesky felt the rise of a blush and started to look over, but before he could make eye contact, the bull had already started to head up the drive. The rat felt just as confused by Tarw as ever and slipped through the gate, towards his car and onward to home.

As he sat in the driver's seat and considered the food he'd been given. He felt a rumble of hunger and decided to open it up, inside was a ham salad sandwich and a small piece of paper.

On it was a phone number and the words 'text me'.

Vesky reached for his phone.