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It was early morning in the large village, roosters could be heard calling out to wake up, only a few people moving around, preparing themselves for the day by shopping for food and other items.  The loudest noise was easily that of the local smithing shop, owned by a well renowned blacksmith named Tor.  Muscles rippled as the monstrous bull pounded the hot steel into shape, his powerfully thick arms corded with veins as thick as rope, only straining his skin more with ever slam of the hammer, sparks igniting.  In the light of the furnance, the full size of the bulls body could be seen, a massive ten feet tall, packed with muscle across every inch of him.  At a distance, one would mistake him for almost fat due to his portruding belly that pushed out past his swelling pecs, but that gut of his pure muscle, hanging over that of his leather apron.  Not that the apron hid much as he always smithed practically in the nude aside from some leather shin guards and gloves, the bulls big ass hanging out and shaking with every move he made.

Water sizzled as he slid the steel blade into the cauldron, cooling the metal, steam filling the air.  He rubbed his forearm across his head, whiping some sweat from his brow, a very futile gesture, being that he was drenched with sweat, but he didn't mind it, even liked it as it just felt like true work, spilling sweat on the steam, imbueing a part of himself into the weapons he made.  He was getting ready to start work on another part of the weapon when he heard a bell rung at the front of his shop, grabbing a rag and wiping his face of dirty and sweat, having to bend somewhat to get past the doorway as he saw a slender horse, no more than twenty years of age waiting for him. The horse was slack jawed, stairing up at the bull who had a good four feet on him, and at least three times as much mass, if not more!

"Morning, what I can do for ya?" Tor wiped his face again, tossing the rag aside as he tried to bring the focus back to something other than himself.  Not that he didn't enjoy being gawked at...

"Uhhh...umm...Right, I mean that is, I had a weapon ordered from here? My brother came in and commissioned it? He had to leave on a trip, but said it would be ready by this week." The horse was flushed, trying to look at anything, but the bull right now.

"Aye, his name was Marcus wasn't it? I got that sword right here for ya.  A fine blade if I do say so myself.  He knew his stuff when he came in here, so I'm figured him a swordsman." Tor turned and grabbed a sword off the wall.  In his hands, it seemed like it was shrunken, but it was quite easily full sized next to the horse.

"Oh my, it's beautiful.  You made this? UHH...I don't mean to say you couldn't, but with such big hands, I MEAN...NOT THAT THERE IS ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT." Biting his lip, the horse shut up, holding the blade in his hands as it felt perfect to him.  He was still a novice with only a few years under his belt, but his brother had told him if he was ever going to be better, he needed a much better blade than the rusty one they had at home.

Tor laughed, "Take a breath, son, and thank you.  The more intricate designs take me alittle longer than smaller folk, but I promise it's just as good, if not better." Tor reached underneath the counter, grabbing a leather bound book, flipping through a few pages before finding the price.  "Here it is, that'll be 45 gold for the sword."

The horse gulped and went abit wide-eyed, "45 gold? My brother didn't pay for this ahead of time?"

Tor shook his head, "That he didn't.  I take records so that one can pay ahead of time, but he said he'd be back to pay for it and never did." The big bull double checked his book, but just shrugged.

"Damn you, Marcus.  You should have told me this before you ran off.  Sir, could I pay 20 gold now and then the rest over the next few weeks? I can't pay for it all right now..." The horse came closer, pleading to the bull.

"I'm sorry, son, I can't do that. I did that earlier on in my business out of the kindness of my heart for the village, but a few bad eggs ruined that ever happening again." Tor lifted an arm behind his head, the bicep flexing hard as he rubbed through his dark black hair, seeing a glimmer of excitement amidst the despair the horse was feeling and it gave him an idea. "Though, I could be persuaded to let the other half of the bill go if you did something for me."

Perking back up, the horse nodded quickly, "I'll do absolutely anything to get this sword from you."

Tor turned around, nonchalantly flexing his naked backside at the horse who was nearly drooling at the sight, "Follow me back into the shop."

Following closely behind, the horse couldn't help but get a smell of the giant bull, watching sweat drip down every curve of muscle he had, his musk strong and exciting, thinking that he got lucky and just had to work around the smithing shop for awhile to pay the sword off.  He watched as the bull went to a rack and pulled off his apron, revealing himself to be completely naked now, turning around and giving the smaller horse the perfect view of his body.  His chest was hairy with thick coarse hair flowing over his pecs, across his muscle gut, and continuing down to his crotch, where a thick forest covered around his sheath and balls, the bull as hung as a horse if the size was to be believed.

"I saw you eyeing me the second I came into the front.  Most are afraid to get with me, but if you do what I ask, I might just let you have that sword. Now come here and starting licking." His voice was deep and commanding and the horse offered little restraint as he came up, nuzzling into that huge muscle gut, snouth buried deep in sweaty belly fuzz, starting to lick up that bulls taste.  He had only had sex a few times, but not with anyone even remotely as large as this bull.  Not that he could ride him with a dick like that, but he'd suck that fat thing off in a heartbeat. Lower and lower he licked, smearing that musky bull scent all over his face till he pressed his tongue right against that full sheath, a blunt knob poking out of it and beginning to spill free of it's home, showing just how thick it really was, the horse looking at it like it would be someones arm fisting him.  Thinking about it got him hard though as he tented inside his pants, wrapping both hands around the cock and servicing as eagerly as he could.Tor was in heaven right now.  He'd put off sex for awhile now, to focus on his craft, but he could tell by the first lick that he was more pent up than he thought possible, the horse a good little cock sucker as his huge hard on proudly jut out from his hips, spraying the filthy floor with pre when it wasn't splattering across the horses lips.

"Off with the pants.  Bend over the anvil there." He wasn't gonna put up with just a blowjob, he needed to let loose and this horses ass was gonna be his first in awhile.

The horse gulped down the pre and looked up, wanting to say no, that the bull was too big, but he just blushed deeper, slipping his pants to his ankles, bending over the well used anvil with his ass exposed.  The bull smeared gobs of pre and sweat across the cock, to lube it for the hole, knowing it would be a tight fit with his huge cock, bulging out a good two feet from his crotch as he started to thrust in.  Both of them let out groans as those hips began to force the dick into the every stretching pucker, but it wasn't long before a breathless cry of pleasure and pain sounded out into the shop.  The bull got what he wanted as he was able to push more and more of himself inside the twitching guts of the horse, wrapped so tightly around him, the first time he hilted, he thought he could cum right there, but with a deep snort, he held back, pumping in faster.

The minutes flew by for the horse.  He never expected to ride something so big, but atop of him, dripping with hot sweat, the hung bull had shoved every inch inside.  If he could see his belly, he knows it would be bulging out, but he only wanted more.  His own cock was hard and slapping around, oozing pre into the pants on the ground as he didn't want this to end. His dick thought otherwise as the abuse against his insides proved too much and he came hard all over the side of the anvil, thick strands dripping down it, which made his asshole clench tighter and milk the bulls cock for all it was worth.

Tor let out a hefty moo at the feeling of the horses body orgasming and it set him off, his heavy balls releasing what he had pent up and it all flood into the horses belly.  Pints of it filled him more and more, till he had a nice rounded belly from it.  Feeling himself satisfied, he began to withdrawn, but the horse moaned out, "Don't...Keep it in..." The bull stopped, pushing it all back in which made the horse whimper with pleasure, panting together as he rested his muscles atop the anvil.

"You come back every morning...naked...lube in hand...for a few weeks...And I'll give you the sword.  Got it?" Tor grinned, smearing his hairy pecs and gut all over the horses back.

The horse weakly nodded, in such bliss as he heard the bull talk, "Yes, sir...it's a deal..."