FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The chill of winter was still in the air, even as flecks of green life were beginning to sprout from the hard ground. The very first breath of spring were not only beautiful, they held a great deal of magic, literally. The young plants, fresh from the soil, were so full of concentrated possibility. Rye looked at each and every sprig of life coming from the ground with a discerning eye, any one of them might be the key to finally getting that big bullcock…

“A bit colder than you were expecting, eh?" Ghreys looked at Rye, who took long warm breaths into the scarf around his mouth and nose, feeling the wonderful spreading heat over his cheeks and nose before the moisture gave a chilly tingle a moment before the next warm breath.

“Eh, not too much. If I find the right stuff on this trip I might be able to get home as underdressed as you!"

“Hmmm, Wouldn't mind going for a winter hike in a loincloth." Ghreys gave a chesty laugh, Rye loving the image. He could easily see the bull without the thick pair of trousers or the insulated jacket he had on. Rye was happy that Ghreys had gone sleeveless on this trip, his big muscled arms were always irresistible.

It was finally the day the two were going on a little adventure. They had waited patiently for the snow to slim down to a few patches under the shade of the trees, and the icy wind to calm to a crisp spring breeze. Below the mountains was a sea of green grass and colorful patches and veins of wildflowers, and above them the harsh grip of winter still held the upper mountain in a wash of white. It was the perfect time for ingredient hunting.

Both Rye and Ghreys were well packed, Rye with a full alchemists kit, a bedroll, and enough supplies for a few days journey, and Ghreys with a great pack filled with all of his old adventuring gear he had kept from his youth. It was a great feeling to have the familiar weight slung on his shoulders, the thick coil of rope at his side and the still soft waterskin with the tarnished metal cap. He held no weapons, when he had to get violent he always had his fists and horns. He loved adventuring, but came to dislike what came with it; greed and foolish competition, the search for power and fame. Ghreys grew sick of everyone who saw him as a brainless piece of meat to throw at their problems. He had once thought it was better to be alone, away from all others; but Rye had changed all that for the better. Now he was on an adventure that was funded not by copper and silver, but by a sense of exploration and excitement, and love of course, the two shared that in spades.

Suddenly, there was a great sound in the air, somewhere between a great animal cry and the very mountains themselves crying out.

“Holy shit," was all that Rye could manage.

Ghreys simply gave a small hum, the soft white and pink cow ears perking out to study the echo of that great noise. “Can't say that one's too familiar."

“You haven't heard that before?" Rye asked with a bit of concern in his voice, he trusted Ghreys more than anyone, and had felt completely safe in his presence, but such a great noise was very disconcerting.

The bull gave a light smile, his eyes cooling Ryes nerves instantly. “Nope, I've 'erd calls like that, but only once in a blue moon, and not so loud either! When I was younger, other 'venturers used to tell me there was some great beast, a living rockside or a dragon; superstitions to scare off competition I'd wager." Ghreys stood where a clearing in the tree's gave a beautiful view of the valley below. “Look down there, plenty of villages and towns, ye' can even just about see the capital. If there was some beast that would pose a danger to the crown they would know it soon as a shadow and send every knight and paladin that could carry a coinpurse, don't want some wyvern's den looming over that shit farm they raised you in eh?" The bulls big hand gently grabbed Rye's shoulder and he gave a gentle shake. “I'm guessin' it might be some mocking-rocktroll call, and I can outfight or outrun any troll, count on it."

Rye's fear was already long gone, the supple grassy tones of Ghreys voice calmed him at the first word. Rye reached for the bull's thick muscular arm, running his hands along his wrist and forearm. He felt the soft brown and white fur, how thin it grew right before his palms. He ran his hand agaisn't the grain of it towards his elbow, running over the supple veins and thickening fur. Just his arm was so large and powerful, every time he had been held in it, every time he pulled it close to his chest while he slept he marveled at the control and power Ghreys had. The minotaur was right to be assured of his power and prowess, his body was nothing BUT power. Rye had felt it so many times, in his strength and control as they made love, his knowledge of his own capabilities and Rye's…

Rye's limits. A bit of sadness came over Rye again as he remembered how much he wanted to take Ghreys inside himself. To the human it was the most intimate thing he could imagine, the ultimate way to consummate the two as part of one another. But beyond that, Rye had to simply admit that he wanted that fat slab of beef inside him. He wanted to feel that fat head flare in his body and that medial ring slip past his anus. Bells, he wanted to feel that soft sheath kiss his ass, no matter how impossible it might seem. That was the way of magic wasn't it? To make these things happen?

Rye tried to forget all that as he pressed his forehead into the muscles of Ghreys arm. “I love it when you remind me how kickass you are."

Ghreys gave a deep laugh, right from his stomach. “You make it very obvious when you are horny don't you son?" He leaned down far and kissed Rye, mooing slightly as he grabbed Rye's back; taking his other hand and scooping the human up in a sitting position, his hand large enough and strong enough to act as a seat for the human. He pressed hard into him, and he pressed back in turn. Ghreys suddenly broke the kiss and threw Rye over his shoulder like a satchel of vegetables. The human laughed as Ghreys began jogging up a rocky incline. His surefooted hooves holding his great weight in perfect balance as he strode upwards to a flat rocky outcropping.

“Would you look at that" Ghreys let down the human, who turned to see what the bull had pointed out. Before him, almost hidden by a lush swath of vines and moss, was a great cave mouth. The size of the dark entrance made it all the more amazing that it blended so well with the cold plant growth around it, it was large enough for a great dire bear and then some! However, there was a stillness to it that was almost creepy.

Rye walked towards the cave, admiring the way it blended into the cold grey stone of the mountainside, the cuts of erosion on the rock creating a pattern that almost reminded Rye of plowed fields, the cave a great sinkhole hidden in the texture. Far above a single tree had dipped its roots over the edge of the cliffside, the surrounding trees a good bit behind it, as if they had dared the large evergreen to see how close to the edge it could grow. Rye almost wished he was a painter instead of an alchemist, just so he could capture what a strange and beautiful sight it all was.

“Very nice," that familiar hearty voice came behind the entranced human. “Why don't we give up our land and live here?"

“Huh?" Rye said as he turned around. His eyes went wide as he saw the silhouette of Ghreys, his backpack and clothes sat a few feet behind him, whilst he stood completely naked.

“We should let ourselves go savage and live 'ere, don't you agree son?" Ghreys eyes and smile made the minotaur look more like a mischievous schoolboy than a great mature bull. Rye had no words, his blush saying it all. Rye had so rarely seen the playfulness of Ghreys like this. Ghreys himself though it must have been the sense of his adventuring days bringing him to this youthful state.

Ghreys got down on all fours, looking more like a great feral bull than Rye had ever seen him. He began to move to him with a natural attitude that made it seem as natural as the cool breeze, which was much more tame in this rocky outclearing. Never had Rye read in any book that minotaurs would take this feral stance, but Ghreys wore it like it was meant to be. But as Rye thought about what he had read in books, the very real Ghreys was now upon him. Rye was very used to being beneath the beautiful creature, but never with such a look from the grey bull, and never out in the open air like this!

Ghreys gave another flash of a smile, before relaxing his face to a scowl. He brought his big head down upon Rye's chest and sniffed like an animal. He gave a great huff and looked right at Rye with those sweet familiar eyes.

“Oh my," Rye said, “a feral mountain minotaur."

Ghreys turned to the pack on Rye's back, opening the clasp with a smooth motion unbefitting his role at the moment. He grabbed a few of the fresh roots and bulbs they had picked up so far.

“Hey!" Rye protested. Before he could say anything more, Ghreys put the bundle to his nose and sniffed. The animalistic action making Rye laugh, forgetting anything he was about to say. “Ah, be careful with the yellow stem there." Ghreys looked at Rye with a sudden glance. “I hear they are an aphrodisiac."

Ghreys let a small smile on the pink corners of his mouth, before dropping the other plant matter, which Rye quickly grabbed and stuffed in his pack, before removing it from himself and putting it to one side. Ghreys looked at the root like a curious animal, before staring into Rye's eyes as he took a large bite from the thin vine-like stem. He gave it a chew, before putting on a cheesy look of satisfaction.

“What a beast." Rye said, lying back as Ghreys was upon him. The minotaur began pulling at Rye's clothes, tugging with just enough force that Rye could loosen any tightened buttons or his belt. Ghreys carelessly threw the items one side or the other, until Rye was naked… And a bit cold honestly.

Ghreys looked at Rye like a treat, licking his lips. The minotaur pressed his warm pink nose right into the humans chest, and Rye stifled his laugh as Ghreys gave sharp exhales. Suddenly, the broad tongue of the bull came out to taste Rye.

“Ah, AH," Rye gasped, the slick tongue tickling his body. “OH, STOP!" Ghreys did not stop his relentless tongue assault, licking all over Rye's exposed flesh. He even gave a long and sumptuous lick to the humans rock hard genitals, before returning to his toungues tickle torture. He held Rye's limbs to the ground as he continued, feeling the erratic pulls and jerks.

“FUCK, OH FUCK, you're gonna make me piss myself!" Rye pleaded, finally feeling the incessant licking stop. He felt the cool air over his wet torso as Ghreys raised himself. Rye got a look at Ghrey's amazing cock, half hard and dripping pre-seed onto the stone floor in a gentle drizzle.

“Perhaps I could get out of this situation if I…" Rye trailed off as he reached for the fat pink head of that godly slab of beef. But just as his fingertips began to feel the heat radiating off the swelling veined member, Ghreys took one of his great hands and pressed Rye back to his position lying on the ground. Rye gave a quizical look at the bull, but was met with that feined dumb look on his face again, which made him smile.

Ghreys grabbed the hips of Rye like he was holding a large doll, inspecting the light dusting of blonde pubes above the ruddy cock, still a bit wet from the tongue assault just a moment ago. He turned Rye in his mitts like Rye could inspect a root or a piece of crystal. The bull licked his thick lips, wetting the light dusting of white and brown fuzz on his pink skin. Closing his eyes, he opened his mouth wide, dipping his tongue under Rye's balls and enclosing the entirely of his genitals in his hot mouth.

The human bit his lip and gave a raggy moan, the cold of the mountainside forgotten in the hot englosure of that mouth. The warm hands that held his hips and the hot breath from those big nares on his low stomach reminded him how very hot his bull was, and how wonderful it felt to be with him on any cold day. Ghreys explored the human member like it was an unfamiliar treat, rolling the testicles and stretching and squashing the foreskin against every part of his mouth.

The needy bullcock called Ghreys to give it some attention, but the bull ignored it, focusing every fibre of himself on pleasing the human before him. As if knowing its lack of attention, the fat dick spat a clear rope of pre, which almost splattered against Rye's fidgeting foot. Even without contact, it was enough to feel the heat from it, Ghreys was a very warm creature, hot blood harkening back to ancestral homes not dissimilar to the beautiful mountains he now lived in. Maybe that was what made him want to strip and play this bestial role at this time.

The next angry spurt from the bullcock splashed upon Rye's feet perfectly, the warmth shocking Rye for a second and making him moan even harder. His balls slipped from Ghreys large mouth, allowing the bull to give his full attention to the shaft. He pressed the foreskin against the top of his mouth with his tongue, skillfully avoiding his broad teeth. He bobbed his head, the foreskin sliding across the textured palette and the soft evermoving tongue. Rye could not help himself but to grab the bull by the horns, trying to hump even harder into that hot mouth, but the hold on his hips and ass stopped him, his pleasure completely in Ghreys control.

Slow and steady was the name of the game for Ghreys, he tantalizingly explored Rye's cock and the surrounding flesh like it was a great spread of food at some victory celebration. The gentle taste of skin was so wonderful combined with the light slickness of pre coming from the human. Rye struggled in the overstimulation.

Ghreys cock continued to protest the lack of attention with gushes of pre. The smell was the same dense manly musk that Ghreys always carried, but rarely did it mesh with the dusty smell of the rocky outcropping and cold greenery, the smell a part of the mountains. Together they blended into a perfect bouquet of nature. Rye thought the forest itself was watching their sex, the gentle whistle of thr wind cheering on the copulation, like any two wild beasts in the wood.

Rye of course wanted it to last forever, but his body could not hold out against the wonderful onslaught. He felt the height of his pleasure come as Ghreys was suckling on his cock with a gentle tug, tug, tug. He gave no warning except for a soft “MMMAAhh," as his body rhythmically came. Ghreys gave a smile as he felt salty waves of cum flow across his mouth, looking at Rye's grimacing face as he continued to suck. Rye felt the bull draw out every drop and then some, sucking him dry. After a bit of teasing, Ghreys finally stopped his gentle suck, letting the cock soften in his hot mouth for a while.

Wonderful exhaustion overcame Rye, but just as he began to rest, a soft noise broke against the calm.

SPUURT. Pre splashed the cold ground. Rye laughed and raised his head. “It never gives you a moment's rest does it?" Ghreys rolled his eyes a bit, it was true. He had ignored his cock for as long as he could, feeling the blasted ache of his swollen balls and every beat of his heart in his cock. He gently felt his balls, shuddering as he ran his thick fingers over the very swollen orbs. If he didn't tend to them now they would certainly grow to great turged mellons before long. But still, he was enjoying the roleplay the two were sharing. So he gave a great snort and pushed at the lazy human with his nose.

“God's, this great beast would split me in two," Rye quipped sleepily. “I Should find another means to please him." In fact he half wished Rye was some wild beast who would split him without care, at least then he would have that cock in him. Rye had no objections to being covered in hot minotaur jizz with no means of cleaning up in sight, it would make for a sticky, yet fun journey to the nearest spring.

Just as Ghreys began dry humping above Rye, splattering pre all over the sweating human torso, he saw Rye's eyes open.

“What the fuck...." He half said in a breath. For a moment Ghreys thought he was still playing, and gave a gentle bellow. But a sudden waft of air on his back made him turn.

Just in time to see a shadow fall over them as a great figure fell to earth at a great speed.

Ghreys covered Rye instinctively as the earth shook, the figure having landed just behind them with a boom. Ghreys held for a moment, his adventurers instincts kicking in too late as he turned to look at what had landed just behind them.

A looming shadow of black filled Ghreys wide vision, a wingspan blotted out the light, and his eyes took a second to adjust. Pitch black light eating scales covered the figure, save for a glint of white at his face, sharp teeth and pale eyes like orange pith. Horns crowned the great head, but one could notice that they were covered in an off white sheen that dripped off of them. In fact, there was a flame at the ends of the horns, as if the creature had melting candles for horns, something that caught Rye's alchemical eye for just a moment in the hyper awareness of fear.

A great dragon, a beast that should not be able to wonder these mountains, stood before the two as real as the stone they lie on. The creature gave a glare that was filled with intelligence, which seemed to Rye, more fearsome than any mindless beast's. He smiled, sharp dagger teeth glinting.

“Hmmm…" He hummed, tumbling rocks in his voice. “Hello."