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It was a crisp, clear day, and Scottio had come to the local ski resort with a few friends to... well, do some skiing. The blonde-brown equine was well-equipped for the cold, near-arctic weather, and was wearing a typical ski-suit: a red-and-orange insulated jacket with dark-grey pants which did little to hide his slim but somewhat-curvaceous frame, his rather large rump stretching the thick fabric quite a bit. Along with this he wore a thick pair of boots, gloves, a beanie and a pair of large goggles.

He was standing at the top of one of he more gentle slopes, his friends already having set off, but he was feeling slightly nervous. Staring down at the various other anthropomorphic creatures gracefully gliding down the slopes, he sighed softly.

"Come on Scottio, it's the bunny slope, you can do this easy," he told himself, and after a deep breath and a gulp, he shuffled forward, beginning his descent down the hillside. Pretty soon, he was off!

It wasn't too bad, infact he found it a lot easier than he thought he would, well, he -had- gone skiing before, but the last time he had gone was a quite a while ago. Regardless, he weaved between the small hills with ease, gaining a bit of speed, a wide, proud smile on his face.

It wasn't long after he'd gotten his bearings though, that he saw something hop between the trees, something -very- large. He quickly peered up, at first glance thinking it was a sasquatch or somesuch, but when he focused his eyes, he could see that it was...

"Wait, is that Lorank?" he asked himself, staring up at the simply-enormous red-brown-pelted bear that peered back down, watching the skiers. Scottio was surprised the hulking brute could hop so easily between the trees, not thinking he had such agility at his size. He also couldn't believe that tree could even support his friend's great weight, the equine leering over the massively-beefy man. He probably shouldn't have been gawping though, because before he knew it he'd skidded right into a tree. \ **THUD* * He smacked right into it's trunk, his padded clothing preventing any real injury, thankfully, but the force was still enough to knock him clean out, the horse tipping over and landing in the snow.

He groaned in slight pain as the opened his eyes again, feeling a bit of soreness in his joints. However, it quickly became clear he was no longer out on the slopes. He pulled himself up, finding he was sitting on a large couch. Peering around he could see he was in what looked to be a rather dark, wooden cabin, the windows letting in a weak, late-afternoon light.

"Ugh, how long was I out?" he picked himself up, still a little shaky from the impact, "More importantly though, where -am- I?". As his eyes got a little more used to the lack of light, he saw the cabin was surprisingly-big, and was, along with the couch, equipped with a kitchen area, a bookcase, a bed, and a huge fireplace that took up most of the back wall. There were also a couple of large, furry rugs decorating the floor.

*CRASH * Scottio nearly jumped out of his skin as he heard the loud noise from outside, staring towards the front door and creeping over to it, his curiosity getting the better of him. He hesitantly reached for the door handle, grabbing it and pulling it down. He assumed a pretty feeble defensive-stance as he pulled the door open, stretching his neck out and glancing about.

He soon saw Lorank, though as he did Scottio's eyes almost burst out of their sockets, not just because of his very studly friend, but the feat of sheer strength he was displaying. Along his back was a massive pine tree, the bear having hooked his arms under it to carry it back towards the cabin. The horse couldn't believe it, he knew his friend was strong, but an entire tree?! A huge one at that, and it didn't look like Lorank was even struggling, he was carrying that immense thing with ease.

As he came closer, Scottio couldn't help but notice his friend's rather breathtaking physique. He stared at the bear's chest, two simply-gigantic slabs of muscle, jutting out at least a foot from him if not more, a real shelf of muscle that actually cast a long shadow beneath them. All Lorank wore over it was a poncho, though the dark-brown, patterned sheet only covered the hulk's shoulders and the upperside of his chest, most of those twin-peaks of masculinity on full display. Thankfully it didn't look like he needed the cover, a literal jungle of thick fur covering his chest in what could only be described as a carpet. What he -could- see pushing out of that carpet though was the bear's massive dark-brown nipples, rock hard and looking like they could cut glass in this weather.

Finally tearing his gaze away from that chest, he saw the dense, rippling eight pack his friend was gifted with. Thick fur still covered these, but not to such a great extent, letting their deep definition still show. Lorank wore his usual blue-green kilt, and as usual it did nothing to cover the monstrous black shaft that swung heavily between his legs, nor those gigantic, furry balls that hung behind it. Scottio was so busy eyeing over the bear's immense endowments, he didn't even notice his powerful legs, thick as tree trunks. The only other thing the bear wore were a pair of large, thick, padded boots.

When he got close enough to the cabin, Lorank grunted silently and dropped the tree back onto the ground, another heavy \ **CRASH* * sounding and a slight tremour being felt around the area. The bear then grabbed at the trunk, and in yet another display of his sheer strength, began breaking the massive tree into small pieces of firewood, Scottio once again rather weak in the knees, though now -not- because of his earlier soreness, which he'd completely forgotten about. He was far too busy gawking at the titan's arms, only now getting a good look at them. They were -huge-, absolutely-massive, infact they were even larger as his friend worked, his biceps ballooning enormous as his large hands broke the mighty pine into pieces, at a guess Scottio would guess the bear's arms were actually thicker than the tree itself.

Alas, all good things must come to an end, and soon Lorank had enough firewood, sweeping it up in his arms and carrying it back toward the cabin, only now noticing his friend and offering a warm smile as he approached. He had to duck down to squeeze through the door, Scottio shutting it behind him as he carried the wood over to the massive fireplace. At his immense height the top of the bear's head brushed against the ceiling of the small home, and that was with him slightly hunched over. He haphazardly chucked the large chunks of kindling into it before reaching down and lighting it, in no time a large fire was burning, and a nice, toasty warmth spread through the previously-cold room. The light also finally meant Scottio didn't have to squint, though it -also- meant every bulge, ridge and divide was now even more exaggerated over his much larger friend's body, the equine opening and closing his mouth a few times as he peered up at Lorank, unable to even see his face over those truly-titanic pectorals of his.

"Th-Thanks a heap Lorank, not just for the firewood, but for bringing me here... eh, I'm guessing it was you at least," he rubbed the back of his neck, the bear nodding in response, though Scottio was just watching how those mighty hills of his rose and fell heavily even with his light breathing. He could feel something -very- hard instantly shape up in his pants, and only now realised he was still in his full ski-equipment. He headed over to the sofa and pulled off his gloves, boots, goggles and beanie, placing them down beside the couch and sitting himself down, his gaze once again fixated on the giant stud who was now over in the kitchen area, turning on the stove and grabbing various bits and bobs for dinner.

Lorank tossed some vegetables and various cuts of meat into a large pot, pouring some water into it before setting it on the stove, stirring it every now and then. Scottio wasn't all too fussed about the stew the bear was making though, he was much more interested in the bear himself. Even the gentle stirring was causing those hulking muscles of his to bulge and flex obscenely, the equine starting to pant just from watching him. He just couldn't believe, even after being around him for so long, just how -big- his friend was. And not only was he toweringly-tall, and gigantically-built, but he was so -hairy-, though Scottio surmised it as being natural for a man so... well, manly!

Before he knew it he was climbing off the couch and inching closer to the titan, biting his bottom lip as he reached forward, almost zombie-like, his mind filled only with those goliath muscles, and how they must feel.

The bear though was just happily stirring the ingredients, though blinked a few times as he felt something grab at his chest. He peered down and just about managed to see the horse from over the tops of those peaks, Scottio was very eagerly stroking over those fuzzy plains, revelling in how dense and firm the slabs of muscle were, but also how thick and warm the forest of fur covering them was. Not only this, but from being this close to him, he could take in long dregs of the overbearing musk which the bear gave off near-constantly, this only causing him to get even more painfully-hard in his pants. The bear just tried to shrug it off, adjusting the heat of the stove and having a taste of the mixture. As he raised the wooden spoon to his lips though, he jolted fiercely, nearly dropping it, as he felt the horse's hands now on his huge, thick nipples, twisting them slightly like large dials. Well, this wouldn't do, he'd never get any cooking done like this, and he could feel pangs of pleasure coursing through his slumbering manhood, the colossal pillar of meat twitching to life.

He abruptly picked his smaller friend up with ease, Scottio just letting out a surprised yelp as the bear carried him back over to the sofa, placing him down on it in a ball and patting the top of his head, offering a smile before he headed back to the stove, his footsteps causing the heavy walls of the wooden abode to tremble a little. The equine though just blushed darkly, very much embarrassed now at being in 'time out', and how much of a horn ball he was around Lorank.

Anyhow, after the cooking was done and the two had eaten, they were soon sprawled out, absolutely-full. Scottio laid back on the sofa, patting his stomach, Lorank seemed to be a rather good cook on top of everything else, not to mention the fact he made enough food to likely feed a dozen people. He assumed 'two servings' to Lorank meant two Lorank-sized servings, and that bear could eat. Thankfully what he didn't finish, his friend polished off.

Lorank himself was sprawled out in front of the sofa, his boots and poncho a little ways away from him, the bear having discarded them after the large meal. Scottio peered down at him, but it looked like the giant was fast asleep. After a quick ogle over his friend's immense musculature, the horse shuffled about to get more comfortable, before mailing himself off to dreamland...

Well, that was the plan anyway, before he could get to sleep though he felt something grab his leg. Opening his eyes again and peering downwards he saw a huge hand grabbing it, and as he glanced down to the massive stud laid out on the floor, he could see Lorank was smirking widely back up at him.

Scottio knew all too well what that expression meant, but before he could try and get away, Lorank had moved his hand up to grab the equine's torso and pick him up, then forced him back down again, this time against his ridiculously-enormous chest. The horse flailed about as he was pressed into the dense swath of red-brown fuzz, it really was akin to a jungle, and the heady fumes of the bear's musk billowed from it in waves. The strength of it, the quantity of it, the fact the dense fog permeated every inch of him and clouded his mind with it's sheer manliness, pretty soon his struggling had stopped, and he was actively pressing himself against the colossal mound of muscle he was laying on, moaning as he buried his face in the carpet of Lorank's fur.

The rippling hunk grinned wider as he wrapped a hulking arm around his friend, trapping him between his gargantuan bicep and that titanic pectoral, Scottio only able to let out a muffled yelp, though this was soon replaced by moans and groans once again as he took in more of Lorank's aroma. Pretty soon the horse was lightly humping his friend, pressing his large, clothed erection into the firm underside of that giant pec, his hands reaching around to stroke over the immense muscle, as well as glide through that copious amount of hair.

The bear just murred silently as his own monumental manhood was pumping up, pushing out longer, swelling up thicker, and raising up into the air as blood rushed into it, it had already forced his kilt off, the blue-green garment now laying on the ground nearby. Even semi-hard it was already a sight, the black-red pillar throbbing gently, steadily expanding more and more, Lorank just mashing his friend harder into his vast chest, pretty soon wedging the horse firmly in that deep chasm that divided those expansive plains. Scottio's world had gone much darker, but the man's musk was even stronger here, not to mention wet with sweat; the horse was in heaven, nuzzling the warm, comforting fuzz, and taking in long whiffs of the manly, sweaty scent of Lorank.

The much larger man though had an idea, an even more wicked smirk crossing his lips as he flexed that goliath chest of his, Scottio finding both hills trapping him harder between them and squashing him slightly, not to mention both godly slabs rocketing in size as they were tensed. It was only then that Lorank set his plan into motion, beginning to bounce those man-mountains, each rising and falling in turn, and naturally grinding the equine around between them. It wasn't painful of course, but it -was- tight, Scottio could feel the titan's strength, but it was the idea that something as simple as flexing his chest for Lorank, had such a powerful effect on him that really excited him, the horse moaning out in pleasure as he felt them bounce around him, jostling him about in the process. The excitement really was too much, and the moment an opportunity arose, he climbed out of that crevasse, shuffling across one of those meaty mounds and reaching one of the bear's huge, thick nubs, Scottio leaning in and, with some difficulty, crammed the massive nipple into his mouth. Lorank just arched his back, his body quaking in ecstasy as his friend licked and sucked on it as best he could, even biting down slightly on it every now and again, but still he kept flexing and bouncing those pecs of his, the equine loving every shift and movement of the muscle beneath him. Scottio was in absolute bliss, while he and Lorank -had- had the occasional 'romp' before, the two could still be rather bashful about it, at least when Lorank -wasn't- feeling massively-horny. It was always a treat to worship the huge daddy-bear though, and worship he did, stroking, caressing, grabbing, groping, sucking, biting, licking, humping, the equine expended quite some energy letting Lorank know just how much he admired him, but the bear still had another treat in store for him.

He grabbed Scottio once again, pulling him off his chest with some reluctance. The horse furrowed his brow for a moment, but when the bear lifted his other, massive arm, he knew -exactly- what he had in store. The smaller male leered at the hunk's exposed armpit, a massive tuft of dripping-wet fur jutting out from it. If the fur on Lorank's chest was a jungle, this was a damn rainforest! Scottio panted heavily as he was pulled closer to it, his heart thumping in anticipation, until finally the bear forced his friend's face, along with his whole head and his shoulders too, deep into his armpit, moving him arm back down a bit to trap him in there. Scottio groaned out as he squirmed about, there wasn't an awful lot he could do, but what he could do, he did it! He took in deep dregs of the steamy musk that was given off by Lorank's pit, though he had to be careful not to take in -too- much, he was already feeling rather faint and didn't want to be knocked out cold. As he shifted about his entire upper-half was soon dripping with the bear's sweat, Scottio had to hold himself back, lest he shoot then and there! Though before much longer Lorank had raised his arm again and pulled the horse back out, probably worried about his friend's safety in such an overwhelming area.

Scottio was finally released from the bear's grasp, slowly regaining his senses, his mind clearing partially, only for him to find himself now draped over the top of that madly-pulsating erection that Lorank was blessed with. The equine tried to gain some control from the situation, using his arm and legs in an attempt to pin the much larger male down beneath him, but quickly finding that at his size, he could only barely pin down the bear's titanic member, precum oozing out the head and over the titan's chest and face.

To Lorank though it just looked like his friend was wrestling with his mighty trunk, and losing at that. He just grinned and wrapped both his massive arms around both Scottio and his cock, squashing the equine against the musky, throbbing pillar, as the bear began to rock his hips back and forth, essentially 'humping' the horse's entire body. Not only this, but the repeated thrusting also managed to force much of his monstrous meat between those oversized pectorals of his, pec-fucking himself to boot, only flexing those mammoth muscles around more of it and shuddering in their warmth and tightness.

Scottio just moaned out as he was mashed against the gigantic manhood, grabbing the sides of it and helping Lorank pump it as best he could, just as eager to see his friend achieve release. The bear though wasn't content with just this, and soon leant in, wrapping his lips around that large, precum-gushing slit of his. He wasn't going to be able to take any amount of his enormous shaft into his mouth, so this was the best he could do, but he still frantically lapped his tongue over the end of his immense length, murring silently as he could feel his giant balls begin to tighten, and that reservoir of thick cum churn and bubble, ready to blow at any moment!

Luckily for both men, that moment wasn't too far off, and pretty soon the cabin itself shook from the sheer force of the bear reaching orgasm. His godly cock erupted, sending reams of his hot, sticky seed right down the hulk's throat. Lorank managed to guzzle down much of the tar-like cream, but a lot of it still blasted out around his mouth, splattering messily over any nearby furniture and soaking the wooden floor in seconds.

Scottio just grabbed onto that cock, barely managing to hold on as it shook and throbbed violently. Not only this though, but soon the horse noticed a rather odd reaction in the bear, his body seemed to be growing! With every gulp Lorank took of his own cum, his body would push out larger, his muscles pumping up in size, his cock gaining length and girth, and the room just looking generally smaller around the colossal male. It certainly didn't help that Lorank's load went on for what seemed like an age, wave after wave, rope after rope of that potent batter just poured out, and the bear would greedily devour it, only causing his body to expand even greater.

By the time those gargantuan, fuzzy balls of his were emptied, the bear could barely even fit in the cabin! His back pushed up against the wall behind him, his feet against the opposite one, and as he placed his arms back by his sides, they too brushed against the other walls. His head once again brushed against the ceiling, though now when he was just laying down, and much of the furniture that filled the home was either knocked out of the way or flattened beneath the giant. Lorank though just peered around in a daze, clearly -very- spent and exhausted, and without really reacting all too much about his newfound size, just slumped back, the wall behind him groaning as it supported the bear's great weight, and Lorank drifted off to sleep.

Scottio meanwhile was just panting heavily, having shot in his ski pants numerous times during the last part of that, his clothing practically soaked through from his seed. He picked himself up, standing on that softening shaft as he glanced around at the cum-soaked cabin his friend was doing a good job at filling. He couldn't believe he'd ever see Lorank at an even more impressive size, as if he needed to be any bigger. Before he could dwell on it anymore though, he lost his footing and slipped, sliding down the length of that impossibly-huge shaft and landing with a rather cushiony and almost-comical \ **BOING** in that humongous sack of his. Rather than try and climb out from between those gigantic balls though, Scottio figured they made a pretty comfortable, warm and wonderfully-furry bed. He shuffled about to get more comfortable, before soon he too was fast asleep, nestled between those titanic cum-factories.