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"Jeez - you ever seen anythin' this big?"

"Ah wouldn't be able to tell yah. Most tauren don't let me get a look dis good."

The troll stood awestruck before the massive bovine. The tauren could hardly be happier - his eyes half-lidded, tail swishing gaily through the air - his immense form was completely naked, and unceremoniously sprawled out across the goblin's yard - most of his weight placed on his broad shoulders, with his rump lazily propped up in the air, and legs softly askew.

And while Griz had meant well by inviting the bull to enjoy his backyard, it was apparent that the tauren was a bit too big to make use of the hot tub - let alone the pool - let alone the rest of his rather lavish house, given its location in the goblin slums of Orgrimmar.

"Well, he doesn't fit out here, either." Vel grumbled.

"I know dat." The mage snapped. "He'll wreck mah place if ah try to let him in-- honestly, dis is what ah warned 'choo 'bout. Ah don' think ah have room for th--"

"I didn't hear a gaddamn thing outta you 'side from swoonin' 'bout our biceps, and--"

The tauren mooed, peering back with a dopey grin. His tail lifted, swaying enticingly, and both of the smaller males seemed to lose their train of thought rather quickly.

"...he had a lot to drink, huh?" murmured Griz, a dark blue coming to his cheeks.

"Yeah. Y'know tauren get pretty cocky when they start drinkin'. Think 'cause they're so big they're invincible, that they can handle anythin'. Heh." The hirsute, blue-haired goblin gently pat one of those thick thighs. "Next thing y'know, th'big noble brute's gon' be naked, and--" "Hey." The tauren interrupted him, peering back over - and then promptly, under his shoulder to spot the goblin. "You two said you wanted t'screw, so I took it off."

The tauren's clothes were beneath him in a makeshift mattress - sprawled across the dirt outside of the goblin's lavish estate. Griz, the mage, had a pretty nice pad for its location - a lavish troll hut just outside of the goblin slums. It just wasn't quite large enough to house the beefiest (and presently nakedest) member of the party. The bitter cold of the desert night hung over the crew - but the drunk, furred bull seemed to mind it least of all, despite his nudity.

"Well, we can't jes' do it-- outside!" The mage spat, flustered.

"Why not?" Vel grinned, brushing his elbow across his companion's.

"People will see us-- and, it's cold outside, and--"

"Hey, prettyboy." The bull slurred. "You lose those robes in th'next ten seconds and you'll get to fuck a tauren in th'ass."

All at once, Griz found himself speechless. And rather breathless. A curious peek at his goblin companion - Vel merely gave a reassuring thumbs up - and the mage swallowed.

And with that, the two got to work. The troll was just barely tall enough to mount the bull - and while the lanky mage needed to brace himself on those meaty haunches, he lined up rather nicely with the bull. Those massive cheeks spilled over his slender lap, the plush bullfat moulding nicely to his toned thighs, and his member guiding smoothly between the massive cheeks. The bull's ass was only plump and round on the outside - beneath its soft exterior, his immensely muscular haunches relaxed, allowing the troll to guide his thick mojo-meat between the soft cheeks. Even his asscrack was tight. Griz bit back his tusky lip - it was so warm, and tight... he'd just hotdogged the bull and he felt like he was already gonna blow.

"Ah, uh--need a second--" he whispered, pitched on the bull's lower back, his chest touching to the small of the tauren's back - the rest of him bent over that glorious, rounded white booty.

Vel was a little more familiar with the tauren, and happy to take the front-side of the dopey cow. His hands latched onto the bovine's horns, and guided him down towards his thick goblin meat. The tauren's powerful lips wrapped around the impressive length, gingerly bobbing up and down the smooth, masculine length, before folding his powerful bovine tongue around it. Once-- twice, and the third coiling around the base of his sac, delving back against the creature's taint and rim. The tauren had a long tongue, and was more than skilled with his powerful appendage-- even in his drunken haze, his tongue nimbly worked that throbbing meat - making the goblin's knees buckle a little bit, and leaning onto the massive minotaur for support.

Griz would feel the tauren impatiently grinding back against his throbbing blue meat - and with a soft gasp, the troll wrapped his arms (almost) all the way around his thighs, and bucked in. The smooth, powerful rim clenched gently - but was just soft and tender enough to yield to the troll's shaft. The puckered flower of the bull spread wide around that long shaft - the troll's thighs bucking gently, rhythmically. The mighty bull reached back - a massive hand cupping the troll's bare, quivering rump, and forcing him to push in right up to the hilt - a low, deep moan escaping the mighty beast. The poor troll was silent - his entire body twitching gently as he tried his hardest not to nut already.

The bull was tight. Sure, he was a lot larger than the troll, but he was also a lot stronger, and the sheer strength of that powerful, flexing bovine booty made for one of the juiciest, fattest rumps in Azeroth - let alone one of the nicest the troll had helped himself to. The poor guy was shaking - but the tauren didn't care. His meat felt divine, and it'd been too long since he'd been properly stuffed... a low rumbling purr took over the bovine, focusing his efforts on the goblin infront of him now.

The goblin's feet no longer touched the ground - literally held up by the tauren's muzzle and his masterful tongue. The moist velvet muscle both cradling and caressing his body, holding him up by his underside and exploring the most private parts of his body. His stamina was remarkable - the slick tongue clenching around that powerful cockbelly as the tip plunged into his tight jade rim. The goblin hardly even noticed that he was sliding deeper into that warm muzzle until the tip of his cock touched to the back of the tauren's gullet.

"...uh, 'ey! You're doin' that again."

The goblin was all but sitting in the tauren's maw, now - his legs hanging out of either side of his muzzle - tongue lazily massaging and exploring his companion's body. The goblin squirmed, and the tauren just lazily lidded his eyes and tongued deeper. It felt really nice, sure, the tauren was all but nursing on the goblin's naughty bits while his tongue lovingly gave his frontside, package and backside the works - but the goblin knew he was getting dangerously close to the creature's gullet. The bull didn't care, though. A goofy grin plastered across his muzzle and a happy expression on his big, dumb face - he'd lean his head back and swallow gently, Vel now sitting against his throat with his legs being drawn up against his chest.

The troll squirmed against that mountain of ass. The tauren's tail was lifted and the beautiful booty was all his to gently, rhythmically pound. His inhibitions were gone, and he went slow and steady, trying to pace himself, but the fleshy depths were too tight.. he squirmed between every thrust, and every time the bull jutted those thighs back or ground against the troll's hips, he shifted a little deeper. Griz couldn't take any more. He gasped, and tried to pull back - bracing himself on each doughy bun and trying to peel himself away, but the warm rim wouldn't let him. It relaxed, but the poor troll could only shift against it - the suction and pressure was too great, nursing, kneading and stroking his length, but refusing to let go. The troll lifted a leg to try to pull himself free-- but to his surprise, as he pressed away with his leg, his knee touched to the hungry, suckling rim-- and was drawn inside.

"What da...?"

A low mroo of pleasure escaped the tauren, that warm, dinner-plate sized pink rim flexing softly, and drawing in the troll's knee. The bull was drunk, his inhibitions were lowered, and he seemed to realize all at once just how hungry he was. His heart pounded gently, hand firmly pushing against the small of the troll's back to keep him from wriggling free. His leg was drawn into the suckling rim, knee-first and bent. And as his ankle and wiggling foot began to vanish between the cleft, the other haunch starting to slip into the hungry depths of the mighty minotaur. "--'ey, mon-- what d'ahell 'choo doin'? I'm, ah-- ah'm..." it was a shame the troll had been edging on the brink for so long. His shaky legs and quivering arms could hardly muster the strength to pry himself free.

The goblin wasn't in a much better situation. A soft gulp - and his plump ass vanished down the tauren's throat, starting to suckle around those juicy thighs and hips. His feet were up by his chest, now-- folded over himself, and being swallowed rumpfirst by the mighty bovine. Beads of sweat were forming on his reptillian brow, his breathing sharp and ragged as the edging goblin's package was nursed into that squelching, hungry esophagus.

"C'mon, baby-- leggo--" Vel twisted, but the poor goblin was chest-deep, now. The soft throat sealed around the backs of his knees and his chest - tiny, green hands gripping lewdly at the tauren's horns or muzzle to try to pry himself free, but to no avail. For every inch the goblin gained, the tauren took three - until those lips sealed around his handsome, pleasure-contorted features. The tauren tilted his head back, and with a low, lewd gulp - he emptied his mouth completely, the goblin vanishing from the colossal beast's maw and transforming into a wriggling, shapely bulge - inching down his throat until being crudely deposited in the tauren's belly. Completely invisible to the naked eye - though one could possibly feel the shifting little green lump if they were careful, and knew where to look.

With that, the bull purred lewdly, peering back over his shoulder at the squirming troll. Both his legs were now wedged inside that hungry, fleshy rear end - the tail lifted as the adorable, lithe male began to sink between those hungry buns. The strain was immense - but the tauren was no stranger to it, and he fucking loved it. A low, rumbling purr drowned out the gentle squishing and rude noise of the troll's pathetic escape attempts, the mage now waist deep in soft, rosy bullflesh, and up to his shoulders in that doughy bovine bubblebutt.

The troll was flushed. Everything in his body was telling him to panic, but there was something strangely pleasant about the whole experience. The bull's body was so big, and warm, and welcoming... he had a sinking feeling that he was already screwed, so to speak - so he might as well just drink deep and enjoy it. The tauren's expression was warm, goofy, and welcoming - and the scent of his fat, musky ass was a lot nicer than the troll expected.

"'choo--" he whimpered softly, feeling the bull's hand cup the back of his head - his hands were planted on the buns, but his chin and pointed nose were pressing into the doughy cleft. "gonna... lemme... f-fi--" His voice became muffled. The tauren couldn't hear him anymore, simply feel his pleasant vibrations between his luscious thighs. His rump jutted upwards a little bit, the tusky head vanishing between the sweaty globes - and soon pressing to the hungry, moist ring. The pulsing darkness was so warm, and squishy, and welcoming... a delightful reprieve from the bitter desert cold.

"Mmh... jus' come intah daddy, baby..." the bull slurred lazily - licking his lips. A soft, satisfying squelch as the rim sealed around the mage's head - leaving only his arms dangling from the soft hole. The tauren gasped with relief - panting softly, and savouring that luscious inner squirming - before one of the arms tugged itself down. Griz shifted inside - his free hand grasping at that edging cock and greedily stroking with what little movement he afforded himself. The tauren licked his lips and shuddered, before gradually nursing that free arm down his squishy, welcoming hole.

A rude clench, and squelch - and the troll was swallowed up by that hungry, massive rump, the tauren's tail swishing greedily before settling down between his fat buns. His lips parted with a low, lazy mroo as the two smaller males were lewdly squished through his system - it'd probably be an hour or two before the musk-drunk and horny men met in his tummy, and the bull felt content to lay there all night.

...

And he did lay there, for a while, simply savouring the luscious squirms of his delicious partners, their tender warm bodies wriggling through his - kept perfectly safe inside his much larger, much stronger, and much beefier form... but a realization dawned on him after some time. His housing plans for the night sort of fell through - he couldn't crash at the troll's place anymore, and he had nowhere to stay.

A low mroo, and the bull stumbled to his hooves - his clothes mussed up beneath him, and heart pounding gently. He was still feeling pretty tipsy - but he managed to get himself half-dressed, donning his too-tight briefs and an opened robe. He had no idea where his drawstring went, so his squirming paunch and package hung free in the cool night air.

It probably wasn't a good idea to hang around here. From the stories the tauren had heard, Garrosh's Kor'kron didn't take to publically intoxicated tauren too kindly. He'd probably have to find a place to stay for the night if he didn't want to wind up squeezed through some brutish orc's digestive tract. The Valley of Wisdom was his best bet - and that meant stumbling half-dressed and drunk through the goblin slums to get there.

The bull groaned lazily. A lewd scritch to the underside of his tummy, and he murmured. "Y'two alrigh' in there?" Two muffled grunts, which the tauren took as affirmatives, and he'd rumble. "Awright. I'ma find... some place safe t'letchu guys out in a bit. You jus' get comfy, awright?" Not like they had many other options, the two males squirmed, resigned.

And with that, the tauren set off towards the slums, half-naked, half-wasted, and half-full. He had a long walk ahead of him.

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"Hey, pal. This is closed off. Y'can't come through here."

Cai seemed a little taken aback, the bull stopping before the undersized blockade. "...what? These slums are--?"

One of the bruisers crossed his arms. "'ay. These ain't slums. Watch your mouth." The two goblins stood, shoulder to shoulder, blocking the beaten path into the slums of Orgrimmar.

The larger one piped up. "We got told not to let any troublemakers come through here at two til th'mornin'. I'm guessin' you don't live here."

The tauren scritched his cheek idly, slurring down at the two tiny sentries. "Nah, but I mean... wanna get through here. Sooooh... Why's the road closed?"

The goblins shared a sideways glance at one another, and one shrugged and piped up. "We caught a worgen snoopin' around here. He says he's a druid or somethin'. He's strung up in th'middle of town, and we're gonna hang him in the morning when the Kor'kron show up."

The tauren blinked. "...whut was an alliance druid doin' here?"

"Beats me."

"Did he hurt anyone?" The bull muttered.

"No, but this is hostile territory for his kind. He comes into a Horde city, he gets caught, he knows the risks."

A low sigh, and the mighty minotaur realized he sort of had to get involved. "Y'know, seems like it shoul' be druid business, wif' the Cenarion Circle or whatever... not like, th'city guard."

"HEY. Our job is to keep this city safe. That means some alliance fuck invades our city, we gotta take care of him!" The goblin's imposing presence didn't even register on the bull - the angry, shouting little man was barely up to his knees.

The drunken bull was visibly annoyed - torn between letting this stupid, but possibly innocent worgen get killed, or having to get involved with some interfactional conflict on his intoxicated walk of shame back to bed. And, as much as he regretted it, the hefty white bull felt like he couldn't just ignore this one. "I'munna go talk t'this guy. Y'said he's in the center of town, uh, right?"

"You ain't comin' through here." The mighty bovine met this with a sigh, shaking his head. "Yeah, I am." And with that, the bull stepped forwards - the two guards barely reached to his knees, so it should've been no real surprise that the robed bull effortlessly stepped over them.

Affronted, surprised, and a little angry, the two guards turned on their heels - lunging after the mighty bull. The tauren wasn't making haste, so the two leather-clad thugs quickly closed the gap - leaping heroically at the bovine's haunches to try to bring him down.

However, while two goblins slamming into someone's knees from behind would've brought almost anyone into a faceplant, the tauren was a little too heavy to topple. Particularly with the added weight of a goblin and troll weighing down his core. So the bull reached down, prying one of the goblins off of his thigh. "You-- gedoffa there, you little halfpint-- AGH!"

The bull wasn't combat ready like the two bruisers were. One hung earnestly onto his thigh, the other lifted above the tauren's head - but swiftly kicking him in the elbow, and making him drop him onto the bull's chest. Cai grasped the small creature to his chest in a sudden football-catch, arm sweeping out to hug the creature into the bare chest of his open robe. The bruiser gasped - sandwiched against the tauren's shaggy, muscular chest. "'ey! Lemme-- go!"

Meanwhile, the other had crawled up the bull's leg - his gloved hand inadvertantly getting a grip on the tauren's waist. He gripped the fabric of the robe, trying to pull himself up - but ripping the waistband of the undergarments open. The tauren's massive pink shaft sprung free from his strained undies - at an involuntary, intoxicated half-mast, the goblin was admittedly caught offguard by realizing he'd exposed the tauren - the worthless tatters of his undergarments falling to the ground.

However, the goblin was nowhere near as surprised as he was a moment later, when the bull's free hand sealed around his entire frame, and shoved him facefirst into that fleshy pink serpent.

Like a snake unlatching its jaw to swallow its prey down, the musky length both stretched and expanded to accomodate the bruiser's form. The silken vicegrip parted just enough to draw in the squishy, twisting prey - his involuntary gasp of surprise and sudden attempt at escape quickly turning into a desperate flail, and soon, a gentle, resigned wriggling as the slit of his cock overtook the other's shoulders.

The insides were sticky and sweet. Pulsing heat and warmth surrounded the goblin, as the sticky-sweet bullpre was copiously lathered onto the beast - squishing him down into Cai's slimy, pulsing depths. A shifting imprint of the goblin's form was visible on the beefy shaft, which no longer needed any assistance. Every twist of the goblin's body only helped him twist deeper into that hungry shaft, and the throbbing length was already working its muscles in reverse to gulp the goblin down. The head would seal around his kicking boots and squelch lewdly, compressing the little male down to a squirming bulge - and soon after depositing him in the bull's hefty white sac, between his two melon-sized nuts.

"Now, as for you--" the bull grunted. The other goblin was somewhat stuffed against his chest, and armpit - pinned by that tree-trunk arm against the tauren's shaggy, muscular form. While he'd been wriggling and trying to get free, Cai just kept squeezing him tighter to keep him still. What he didn't realize was that he may have squeezed him a little too hard.

Not only was the goblin figuratively buried in the tauren's chest, he was quite literally squeezing into it, too. Like being forced into a lump of bread dough - his front-half was actually submerging into the tauren's powerful mass, gently shifting-- trying to break free of the impressive, muscular hold of the larger male's body, but unfortunately completely powerless against the titan. The goblin was being absorbed right into Cai's furry, muscular white pecs.

A low growl, and the tauren pressed him in the rest of the way. His body's fleshy frame literally enveloped the smaller, weaker warrior - and the titanic muscular form of the bull flexed, sealing those pectorals around the goblin - and squishing his wriggly frame deep into his body. A little twitch, and shudder - and the bull's upper body would seem to bounce, and fill out a little bit. The goblin's faint squirming was still felt inside, but a little more distant, reverberating gently within his much larger form.

To be frank, the bull didn't quite know what caused this to happen, but he had absorbed a few others in the past. All he knew was that it made him bigger, and his prey got out in one piece (...eventually) so he didn't mind. The goblin shuddered within - his form overtaken and assimilated by the stronger bull around him. In a matter of moments, with a strange, full-body tingle, he was repurposed into sentient bullflesh - those already gigantic taurahe pecs now just a little more ripe, firm, and full.

The tauren lazily stroked one of his own pink nipples - his underwear ruined, and robe now wide open. His garments were in tatters around his hooves, and his low nuts had finished nursing around the squirming goblin within. His struggles felt a lot fainter too - and his balls had grown from cantaloupes to watermelons.

"Fug." The tauren groaned - a low hiccup escaping his gargantuan, musky frame. He'd just eaten two guardsmen to break into one of the scarier parts of Orgrimmar, all to bail try out some dumbass alliance runt he'd never even met. The Circle had better be grateful for how far Cai was willing to go just to save one of their--

"Ah, m-mon?"

The tauren peered behind himself to spot a harness-clad troll. The lanky blue frame was still, staring in awe at the gigantic hunk of beef. Judging from his slack-jawed expression, the tauren was quite sure he'd seen everything. "If, ah, 'choo din' wan' meh tah see nothin', then ah din' see--"

The bull lazily sauntered over to the troll, towering over his frame. Nearly two feet taller and atleast twice as wide - the mighty warrior clasped a hand onto the novice's shoulder amiably - and then lewdly groped at the loincloth of the half-naked soldier. A sharp gasp of surprise from the blue beast - and the bull gripped his cock. Yup - a raging boner.

"Uhh-- wha'choo doin'--" The troll gasped, but the tauren interrupted him. "You probably shouldn't have said anything." Cai growled lowly, his baritone voice coarse and imposing. A little squeak from the troll - and the bovine's bearded maw opened wide, his powerful tongue snaking around the creature's neck - and abruptly gulping the smaller male's head down.

The troll was held together by the bull's arms, effortlessly restraining his slender blue frame. Thick, invasive bovine digits prodded the barely-obscured asscrack of the troll, and the tauren soon forced a massive digit into the male, knuckle-deep. The troll's entire form shuddered, a muffled cry resonated in the bull's throat - and he nursed down the other's slender shoulders and muscular chest. The troll's legs kicked a little bit - some strange, perverse instincts activating in the darkest reaches of his kinky little mind - and his thick cock shuddered, gushing the hardest climax of his life on the tauren, staining his chin and those thick, white-furred pecs with a gooey, mojo-rich payload. Those cute, doofy blue feet curled, the white-furred titan effortlessly gulping down the other's squirming midsection.

The fat thighs, spent cock, and dangling balls were a piece of cake. The finger noisily plucked out, accompanied by a loud rude note from the troll's strained, squelching ass - he hadn't quite been ready for an intrusion that thick, or sudden. Two firm gulps - and the bull tilted his head back, gulping the spent smaller male down, and letting him spill into his hanging, white-furred paunch. The tauren's tummy was starting to show a little bit.

"I swear, you kinky bastards cum like... every time I eatcha." the bull smacked his lips, a crass, lewd -BHRRURAAARCH!- following his blunt observation. "Most guys, it's just like, half th'time, but..." the tauren lazily scratched his gut. Okay, if he was going to be brutally honest, he definitely didn't need to eat that troll - he probably didn't have anything to worry about, really. But the tauren was hungry, and the troll was cute.

He was in the midst of wiping the troll's creamy gunk off of his chin when a strange noise sounded in the distance - the ringing of a bell. In the foggy, smoky hues of the goblin slums - an alarm was sounding.

The drunken bull had garnered even more attention than he'd hoped - and, unfortunately, he was probably too deep to pull back now. A low, annoyed snort through his nostrils, and he'd saunter forwards, into the labyrinth of waist-high buildings and thick, oily smog. If he was going to save this worgen, he'd have to find him. Quick.