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Garret found himself under the scrutinizing gaze of the mercenary in charge of the small cadre of caravan guards. He stared right back waiting for the massive, towering and dark skinned orc to say something. Anything. Instead the huge orc towered over the also huge minotaur.

"You're a cleric?" The man rumbled finally.

Garret nodded.

"And a blacksmith?" He asked again.

Garret nodded again.

"Healer?"

Garret nodded. This was easy so far.

"Basic spells and I have practical medical knowledge."

"Can you do field repairs?"

Garret sighed tiredly.

"I know the mending cantrip and as a blacksmith guild member here in Waterdeep I am certified for field repairs on gear. It's all in the contract with the high priestess and your employer." He told the orc, mildly miffed and ready to travel but showing his guild medallion to end any further questioning.

If the orc picked up on his ears and tail swishing and twitching in irritation he didn't say so. Garret puffed some of his curly red hair out of his right eye.

"So he can speak." One of the guards drawled tiredly.

"Shut up." The orc said sideways without taking his eyes off Garret. "You wear chainmail. Do you have a sword or what?"

Garret pulled his oversized smithing hammer off his belt and waived it.

"Hammer."

"As long as you can carry your weight in a fight." The orc shrugged. "Just don't get in the way."

Garret felt the massive urge to yawn and couldn't hold it back. He had stayed up too late with his best friend the night before and it caught up with him at an inappropriate time. The orc's gaze darkened a bit before he turned to his men.

"Alright. Let's meet up with the caravan. Time to go."

Garret followed the mercenaries through Waterdeep to a trade caravan staged outside the nearby gate. He had traveled before but this was his first official assignment with the Temple of Gond. He was carrying his usual traveling gear but also had with him a journal from a senior cleric that had died suddenly. Waterdeep was lending the text to a much further away temple down the coast. He wondered why they didn't hop on a ship but he was told to share the text with the other temples on the way as well, and multiple short travel ship fairs added up. This caravan happened to be going the perfect route, and it had guards to help keep bandits from snagging the somewhat valuable text. Plus it was generally wiser to not travel alone.

The company seemed well enough. It was mostly humans, elves and dwarves, and the gnome merchant that owned the caravan and his assistants were certainly odd but pleasant. They seemed perfectly happy in their deal with the high priestess to get Garret to travel with them. This orc chief and his people seemed a bit rough around the edges, but so did nearly every other merc he had met in Waterdeep.

The caravan finally came into view. The rest of the mercenary guards and the merchant's employees were readying the half dozen large carts and their own horses. Garret stayed out of the way until the orc waved him over.

"You're in this cart." He jabbed a finger at the middle cart. "You can walk or sit in the back. There is room. Don't touch the goods but otherwise do what you like. If we get ambushed you fight."

"Okay." Garret nodded.

The orc stared at him appraisingly.

Garret got tired of this weird shit and stuck out a hand.

"Garret. Cleric of Gond. Nice to meet you." He said simply.

The orc stared at his hand before grabbing it in his own firmly and shaking it. Garret half expected the man to try and show some domination of some sort and squeeze hard. Instead the calloused hand met his own calloused hand and firmly but gently squeezed.

"Goytiar." The orc nodded and let go of his hand.

Garret nodded and turned to the cart, happy to get at least a name out of that series of awkward interactions.

Garret climbed into the cart and sat on a fold down bench seat. While ignoring the strange looks from several of the merchant workers he pulled out his large leather book and fountain pen. After a thought he looked up.

"Do you three know Dwarvish?"

They shook their heads. Garret nodded and began his notes and sketches in Dwarvish. He might not have privacy, and if someone here wanted to read it there certainly were many that could, but it kept his notes safe from the immediate prying eyes.

After several hours of sketching and writing, the caravan was well on its way down the coast and Waterdeep was out of sight. They traveled for several uneventful days and Garret found nothing to note. A few folk had made small talk with him and he didn't mind, but most let the quiet minotaur keep to himself. Goytiar addressed Garret a few times and checked in occasionally. It was rarely more than a few words but Garret appreciated it nonetheless.

During the 4th day of travel they were in a particularly remote area that had a reputation for banditry. The merchant and Goytiar made the decision to travel through the night to get past the riskier area and just keep moving, since they had been delayed a bit by weather the day before. It was safer to keep mobile and not get ambushed while camping. The trip through the night was tense but many in the group had perfectly fine dark vision and it had eased a lot of worry.

Surprisingly, they passed through the area without incident and about midday, the caravan came to a stop near a creek. It was announced they'd rest until the next morning and let everyone recoup from the night traveling. Garret looked up from his dozing to ask a question, but before the worker could answer a guard let out a sound from his horn.

"BANDITS!" Someone shouted.

Garret leapt up and drew his hammer. A bandit ran by two guards already engaged in battle and tried climbing into the cart Garret was in. The three workers near him scrambled back in fear but Garret stood his ground. The bandit looked up in shock, clearly surprised to find a well armored minotaur in the back of the covered cart.

The bandit's look of surprise was soon plastered across the interior of the cart in a boney, bloody splatter as Garret brought his hammer down on the man. Garret pulled his hammer out of the remains of the bandit's face and the body flopped out of the cart onto the dirt. Garret assessed the situation and saw a few guards being outnumbered in a fight. He headed that way weary of arrows or thrown spears coming from the treeline.

One of the bandits stepped too far back from the guard he was fighting and Garret used the opening to call down his sacred flame. The beam of light streaked down from the sky and struck the bandit causing them to scream and flail in panic. The dwarven guard used the distraction to run her spear into their throat, stopping the screaming and dropping the gurgling bandit. She grinned at Garret and thanked him in Dwarvish.

Garret made his way to intercept another bandit before movement caught his periphery. A massive bugbear tried to flank him in his blind spot but his peripheral vision was too wide to be snuck up on at that angle. Garret dodged a swing of a club and kicked out behind him, hitting the creature in the inner thigh with his hoof. It didn't do any real damage, but it bought him time to swing his hammer into the side of the bug bear, crushing several ribs. It roared in pain and lashed out with its own club. Garret side stepped but caught the glancing blow to his arm.

He bellowed in pain and swung his hammer to little avail as he was thrown off balance. The bug bear tried to swing again but a lance ripped into its face with a sickening noise and it dropped to the ground dead. Garret spared a glance to the source and spotted the dwarven mercenary wink at him and mouth "we're even".

He nodded back and moved to engage another bandit. It was quickly clear that the bandits were not prepared for anything other than the standard fair of caravan guards. Goytiar's group, while simply equipped, were sturdy, well trained and vicious. They cleared the bandits out quickly leaving few to retreat. Once the dust settled Garret returned to his pack for this healer kit.

Garret applied a salve and a bandage on his arm for the pain and swelling where he had caught the club. Nothing seemed broken thankfully but it still could hinder him if not treated. After taking care of himself, he checked on the rest of the caravan. Thanks to the guard's efficiency there were few injuries for the bull and then other healer to tend to. Soon the bandit bodies were disposed of and the group settled down for their rest.

"You have guts in your fur." A gruff voice informed the minotaur from behind.

Garret turned and saw the orc standing behind him, also splattered with blood and other acrid fluids. Garret's nose wrinkled and twitched as if he was noticing it for the first time.

"Most are going to use the creek but there is a pond a bit upstream if you want some privacy." The orc told him, face and tone unreadable.

Garret nodded and thanked him. He did need, and desperately wanted, a bath.

"If trouble finds you." The orc stated and held out a signal whistle identical to those the Waterdeep City Watch used.

Garret carefully grabbed it from the massive hand, realizing too late his caution, as if the orc would bite him.

Instead Goytiar smirked.

"You're a good fighter. Appreciate the help." The orc said, in a friendly tone Garret hadn't heard directed at him before.

"Thanks. Masirra helped with the bug bear." He shrugged.

"Bit of bad luck. You held your own. That's what shield sisters and brothers are for. Covering each other's backs."

Garret didn't know what to say about that so he just stared. Goytiar shrugged.

"Pond's just over there." He said and left Garret be.

Garret watched the massive orc leave before busying himself with gathering bathing supplies. He made sure he had his fur brush, his fur shampoo, and a comb for knots and clumpy bits. With that he made his way to the area Goytiar had told him about.

The pond was indeed just enough into the trees from the clearing that Garret had total privacy. The pond was clear with a rocky bottom, and was connected to the stream by a smaller channel. It was clear, fresh and cool. Garret smiled at the prospect of finally washing his fur clean of the sweat from several days of travel, and the stench and fluids from the fight.

Garret stripped out of his chainmail armor and the padding below, excited to finally bathe. His fur was matted and damp, and his musky, sweaty smell quickly permeated the air around him. The bull huffed and quickly shucked off his breeches as well, soon leaving his red furred, muscular body exposed to the warm air.

Garret stretched luxuriously, taking his time to work out the kinks and tired muscles without the weight or restrictions of his gear.

"I hope you don't mind me joining you."

Garret let out a surprised moo, nearly jumping out of his skin. His ears and tail were pricked and ramrod straight in surprise.

Goytiar stood shirtless and carrying his gear at the treeline. How Garret's ears or nose hadn't picked up on him he didn't know. Garret glared at the orc who held a stony face, not seeming to be amused or annoyed by the bull's reaction.

"Sure?" Garret heard himself say. Whoops.

The orc nodded and walked down to the water line, unconcerned about the naked minotaur watching him, still clearly processing what was happening.

Garret thanked the gods he choked back the noise in his chest when Goytiar dropped his own breeches. Garret blushed and found himself staring at the thick, meaty uncut cock hanging between the man's legs. The orc's chest was smooth, but from his belly button a happy trail of black hair ended at the root of the orc's dick in a thick, wiry bush. Garret turned and made a beeline for the water, submerging himself in the cold, clear water before his own cock could drop from his sheath.

Goytiar once again seemed to completely ignore the obvious fluster of the minotaur. The older orc set his things down near Garret's stuff, and turned to smile at the soaked bull.

"This is my favorite spot. Everyone knows to not bother me here so we should have privacy."

Garret didn't know what to think of that or how to respond. Part of his brain began to panic at the prospect of being alone with the painfully attractive orc and a scarier part was thrilled. The rest of his brain went utterly blank.

It took a minute for him to realize he had left his shampoo and fur comb on the rock. While Goytiar was submerged under the water, Garret climbed out and grabbed his comb and shampoo. In his rush the bottle rolled off the rock and down to the water line. Fuck.

Garret chased it and when he leaned back up with it secured in his hand, he made eye contact with Goytiar. The orc was passive as always, but clearly not shy at checking out the muscular minotaur. Garret's fur was plastered to his body leaving his abs, muscles, ridges and even sheathe no longer hidden behind his fluffy and curly red fur.

Goytiar's own long, jet black hair was draped forward around one shoulder as the orc worked his fingers through the thick strands. They stared at one another for a moment. Goytiar glanced down and noted to himself the swelling in the minotaurs thick sheath.

Garret scrambled back into the water quickly once again, glad his fur prevented the orc from seeing the blush and heat flowing from his cheeks down to his chest.

He turned somewhat away from the orc but kept the man in his peripheral view. Garret busied himself with rinsing and scrubbing his coat out. Dirt, shed fur, leftovers from the fight and other filth dissipated into the water after some time. Satisfied that the first task was complete, he began working the shampoo into his fur. After a few moments he heard water sloshing and Goytiar walked over but kept a respectable distance.

"Would you like help with your back? It'd be a shame if that became knotted." He asked simply.

Garret's brain shorted out but for some wild reason he nodded. Goytiar moved gently behind him, holding his hands out for the comb and shampoo. Garret handed it over without a word.

Goytiar poured some of the lavender and sandalwood shampoo into his hands and rubbed them together. The orc stood for a moment with shampoo covered hands.

"May I touch you?" He asked softly.

"Yes." Garret nodded.

The bull startled but settled quickly as the orc's large, rough hands began gently but firmly working the suds into the fur on his broad, muscular back.

"This smells nice." Goytiar said casually, before tapping the minotaurs shoulder.

Garret looked back at a mildly amused face. Goytiar's tusks and fangs framed by a gentle smirk that sparkled in his dark eyes.

"You can relax, Garret." He rumbled. "We have privacy and there is nothing to be ashamed of."

Goytiar didn't wait for a response and resumed messaging the shampoo into Garret's pelt. Garret relaxed, letting the tension release in his body. The side effects to that was his groin muscles relaxed as well, and several inches of his manhood spilled out of his sheath and into the clear water. Garret blushed but otherwise forced himself to let it happen. He closed his eyes and relaxed.

Once Goytiar was satisfied the younger minotaur's fur was well soaped, he grabbed the comb and began working out the knots and tangles in the curly pelt. He smiled to himself when the bull let out a gentle little moo, and then chuckled at the clear embarrassment that quickly followed.

"Nothing to be ashamed of." The orc said again simply, not slowing his work.

Garret had no idea why he was allowing this. He didn't mind, or not want it, but it went against his usual way of handling things. At the temple he always took his baths when everyone else was busy or asleep. He didn't even let his boyfriend at the time do this, except now he was letting the older orc do it. The gentle nine foot tall orc made him feel oddly secure. He suddenly realized why. Goytiar was aware of certain things but didn't make an issue of it. Garret was a minotaur, an odd one at that, and clearly attracted to the orc, but the man didn't mind.

Garret let out another lowing noise when a big knuckle dug into a knotted muscle in his shoulder. Goytiar smiled but otherwise didn't acknowledge the grunts, moos, and moans from the bull man he was messaging. Garret lost himself in the feeling of the orc taking care of him. Time passed quickly and he felt disappointment when the orc's hands left him.

"I think I'm done." Goytiar announced quietly.

Garret turned his head and saw the orc's eyebrows furrowed as he inspected his work.

Garret chuckled and one of the thick black eyebrows raised as he regarded Garret.

"Thank you. That..." Garret fumbled on his words. "was nice."

"It was nice." Goytiar nodded and smiled back. "Suns overhead finally and we can dry in the sun if you like. Might not be a bad idea for you."

Goytiar climbed out of the water and stretched. The dark green orc was clearly unashamed at the massive erection bobbing between his legs. Garret caught a strangled noise in his throat at the sight of it. It wasn't as thick as Garret's cock, but was longer and the skin that covered the head was rolled back enough to show the dark green and very engorged head.

"Like I said, nothing to be ashamed of." Goytiar shrugged and gave his manhood a quick tug before walking to a sunny patch of grass.

Garret was now rock hard and debated whether he should stay in the pond for eternity. He watched as Goytiar laid back on the mossy patch of grass, letting his erection flop onto his abs.

Garret made up his mind and decided he shouldn't be ashamed as Goytiar had said. He climbed out of the water and walked over to where the orc was. Goytiar smiled and bobbed his hard on at the sight of Garret's swinging bull cock.

Garret felt flush as he laid back on the soft ground and let the warm sun bleed through his cool, wet fur. He let himself relax and soon began to doze lightly in the warmth.

"Would you like more help?"

Garret opened his eyes and looked at Goytiar. The orc was propped up on his elbow and nodded at Garret's lap, where his bullhood was still very much stiff and refusing to go back into his sheath.

Garret stared at the orc in surprise as the offer sank in.

"I like sucking dick." Goytiar said simply. "And you have a very nice one. We clearly both find one another attractive so I figured I'd ask. If not, the offer still stands. We can have fun but I won't do anything without your consent. You can tell me to stop and I will, no questions asked."

Garret nodded.

"I'll need more than that. Can I touch you?" He asked just the same as he had before.

"Please." He nodded, and quickly added. "Yes."

The orc grinned for the first time Garret had seen. Goytiar rolled over onto his front and perched between Garret thick legs. Garret shivered and moaned when those rough hands gripped the inside of his thighs and pushed his legs apart. Goytiar smirked as he slowly rubbed his hands up the inside of the minotaur's thighs against the grain of the fur, clearly happy to find a button to push so quickly.

Garret bucked his hips and grunted when those hands came to a rest on either side of his groin. Goyiar's hand grazed Garret's balls just enough to tickle them.

Garret's muscles spasmed and his erection jutted up and slapped back down on his abs. Pre spurted out and soaked into the furry ridges of his stomach, wetting the drying fur once again.

"Leaky aren't you?" Goytiar said huskily, lust clearly written across his face as he watched Garret's reactions.

The orc leaned down and lapped his tongue over Garret's balls, savoring the soft feel and taste of the fuzzy sack. He drew his tongue up over the bulls balls, suckling each one before a thought formed in his mind. He studied for a moment Garret's sheath, where his thick pink bull cock had spilled out. Stretchy, fuzzy skin surrounded the base, similar to a foreskin but not quite the same. Goytiar had never been with a male minotaur before, so this was new to him.

He leaned back down and ran his tongue over the smooth, pink flesh of Garret's shaft. Garret shuddered and moaned and the contact, torn between shutting his eyes and losing himself to the feel, or watching the beast of a man happily explore his cock. He chose the latter.

Even when watching, Garret was surprised and let out a loud moo as Goytiar dipped his tongue into the space between his cock and stretchy sheath. Goytiar himself moaned at the heavy taste. There was no lingering taste of the soap or pond here, it was pure bull musk and it quickly went to Goytiar's head. He lapped, and sucked on sheath, getting as much of the taste and smell as he could. Garret moaned, grunted and mooed as his most private areas were ravished with the orcs big, wet tongue. Goytier moaned and pulled the edge of Garret's sheath into his mouth, sucking it and gently nibbling on the stretchy, spongy skin. The salty, musky and sharp taste of pure male bull was addictive. Somewhere in his head he made a note to get the minotaur alone when he hadn't washed for a few days.

Garret felt the pleasure spike and build in his body. His cock felt electric as the orc squeezed and rubbed the shaft and played with his sheath.

"I'm going...going to cum soon if you keep that up." Garret gasped.

Goytiar withdrew his face from Garret reluctantly but kept rubbing up and down the slick cock with his hand.

"Damn." The orc panted, eyes blown wide with lust. "You taste amazing."

Garret flushed again at the complement, both dirty and wholesome in its honesty.

Goytiar tipped the large cock toward his face and admired the thick flared head and slit in the divot at the center. With one hand on the bull, and the other on his own steely cock, the orc got back to work. He wanted to watch this man cum.

Garret moaned and cursed as he felt that tongue circle the spongy edge of his flare. He bucked his hips and his cock rubbed along the short beard on the orc's chiseled jawline. The hair tickling his cock was an unexpected electric shock that went down his cock straight to his spine. The soft mossy ground around him was quickly falling into a dry, dirty mess as the minotaur grasped at the earth in ecstacy. Goytiar's eyes glinted at once again finding a button to use on the bull.

He locked his eyes on the shuddering and mooing minotaur as he angled the cock toward himself once again. His lips kissed the top edge of the flare, his tusk drug lightly on the middle and side, and the tip of his chin rested on the bottom. Garret went from a panting mess to a roaring wreck as Goytiar, all at once, sucked on the flare edge and worked his jaw in every subtle direction. Tusk, lips, and beard worked over the flat head of the bulls cock in an overwhelming series of sensations. Pre cum smeared and slicked all over the orcs face, dripping down his beard and chin. He sucked up what he could and savored the salty, musky taste. Goytiar was sure he looked like a needy man craving only cock, which wasn't a bad thing. He loved what he was doing to this bull, and what the bull was doing to him.

Goytiar felt the warning as the minotaur mooed and shouted. The cock he held stood suddenly ridged, the fuzzy, heavy ball sack drew up, and the flare he mouthed went from a lovely pink to shades of angry light red. The last warning was the slit in the center yawning open. The first blast of thick cum hits Goytiar square in the bottom lip, audibly splattering every which way. It soaked into his short beard, up into his mouth, and even went up into the bridge of his nose and all the way to his forehead. The rest soaked across Garret's crotch and sheath. The second blast went straight into the orc's mouth as he sucked his lips around the center of the flare. He swallowed the thick, salty load greedily, and did the same for the third and fourth blasts.

He pulled off the cock and let the last three shots hit his face, neck and chest. The warm sticky mess felt so erotic and dirty. Goytiar took his hand off his own cock and scooped up some of the cum and quickly used it to finish himself off. His own cock shot a load all over his stomach, abs and Garrets leg he happened to be facing.

Garret saw stars as his eyes crammed shut. His orgasm shot through him like lightning. He'd gotten blowjobs plenty of times but this was different. It was out in the open, under the sun, and with a giant hunk of an orc that took pleasure in giving Garret pleasure. He idly realized the orc was drinking down his load and the thought only served to lengthen his orgasm. He bucked, thrashed, shouted and mooed as his cock shot several weeks worth of a pent up load into and onto the orc's clearly happy face.

Both men lay stunned for a few moments. Garret panting as his eyes refocused and adjusted to the sun. Goytiar had slumped across one of Garret's thick, soft thighs and happily used it as a pillow, smearing the bulls cum from his face into the once clean fur. It was warm and the air stank of musk and cum. Both caught their breath and layed there for a few moments.

"I'm....I'm gonna need another bath..." Garret panted.

Goytiar laughed loudly at that. It was a clear, bright and deep laugh and it made Garret chuckle too. He had never heard the man laugh before. Part of him knew he was seeing several sides to the man few ever did.

"We both do." Goytiar chuckled.

The sat up and crawled next to Garret, leaning his head toward the minotaur, careful of the horns that curled out from the fluffy sides of the bull's head.

"May I kiss you?" He asked, his thick lashes blinking and swishing over his sparkling brown eyes.

Garret felt a boldness coming through him and he leaned up, and his hand found the back of the orc's neck, pulling him in. Garret's lips weren't quite right for normal kissing but they made it work, and it was no less hot. He tasted the orc and his own cum as their tongues danced. Goytiar's tusks pressed in a lovely light pressure on Garret's muzzle that he found both enjoyable and new.

Garret's tongue was larger and longer than Goytier had expected, but let the younger bull onto his mouth. The thick appendage was wet and tasted of the bull, and of the rations the man had eaten before. Filthy thoughts filled the orc's mind at what Garret could do with such a tongue.

Both men separated, panting and looking at one another with goofy smirks.

"That was fucking hot, bull." Goytiar said with residual lust present in his voice.

Garret nodded and chuckled, and didn't hide the spike of pleasure at being called "bull".

"We should wash. Otherwise I'll be forced to stay here all day and find other ways and places for you to cum." He grinned proudly, and squeezed Garret's sheathe gently but firmly before standing up.

Garret followed the orc into the pond, careful that his wobbly legs wouldn't betray him as his hooves gripped the rocky bits of the shore. Garret grabbed his shampoo and comb as he soaked his fur where it was matted with his and Goytiar's cum.

"May I borrow those, too? I swear half your load is in my hair." The orc chuckled almost sheepishly.

Garret smirked and nodded, passing them to Goytiar as he soaped up his own messy fur. The two finished quickly so they could use the last of the afternoon sun and heat to dry, having wasted most of their first sunbathing session making a mess.

Garret laid back next to the orc, close enough to hear this breathing and feel his presence.

"That was fun." The orc rumbled next to him. "I hope you enjoyed yourself."

"I did." Garret smiled and gazed at the orc.

"Well, if you want to have more fun later I'm down. When we can fit it in or course. I'd love to find more buttons to push." He smirked.

"You just want to stick your tongue in my sheath again." Garret shot back.

"Mmm. I do." He grinned.

"I have a few places I could put mine." Garret said simply.

Goytiar laughed loudly at that.

"You're quiet but in there you got a fun spirit, and a dirty one."

Garret chuckled but didn't respond to confirm or deny. The two laid quietly and enjoyed the sun as it arched overhead and dried their bodies.

"Well, back to it." Goytiar stood up and popped a few joints.

Garret joined the orc in dressing in their clothes and armor, sad that the fun had passed, but excited to have more fun with the orc later.

Soon they returned to the caravan camp and nobody seemed to acknowledge if the two had done anything. Garret returned to his journal and reading and Goytiar went about gruffly setting watches. Garret felt a small flip of his stomach at just what side the orc had allowed him to see.

Garret decided he really liked Goytiar. It should have surprised him but somehow it did not.