A cool late winter breeze shook some snow off the trees, creating an illusion. Trees ached in relief at the lessened weight. Fresh powder reflected the sunlight driving back the shadows.
Carl stomped his way up the logging road. His snowshoes kept him above the snow, greatly aiding in his efforts. However, the weight and cold were quickly taking hold and draining his energy fast. With any luck, he’d soon find what he was looking for. Looking forward to living a dream, he pressed forward up the road.
Carl hugged the inner treeline as he walked around a curve when he spotted some optimism. Less than a hundred yards away resided some disturbances in the snow. Revitalized, he pushed forward. Each step was still difficult but much more doable.
He approached the disturbances to discover that they were exactly what he’d hoped for. Deep tracks, almost trenches, crossed through the snow. To wide, deep, and consistent for any animal active this time of year. But for a himbo, it was likely. Eager to find the heard, he jumped into the trench and started following it, hoping to find the source.
Some time passed and the optimism was running low. Through the trees, Carl realized how low the sun was already. He wasn’t prepared for a night in the snow, leaving the onset of night haunting. In a quick guess, he estimated that he’d get another 30 minutes at best.
Before he started walking, there was a disturbance behind him. He looked for the source, locking eyes on it. His mouth fell open as he gazed upon the source.
Standing not twenty feet away was a massive creature. His bulging muscles on full display, thick thighs, mountainous bis, voluptuous pecs. The only article of clothing he wore was a simple loin cloth containing a detailed bulge. At over seven feet tall, he was a giant. Carl had found a bull.
Carl stepped forward and reached his arm out, ready to call him over. Right as he did, he noticed another bull seemingly appear out of nowhere, then another. Soon, he realized he was surrounded. For the first time since starting this expedition, Carl realized this might be dangerous.
The bulls apprached on all sides, preventing any possibility of escape. Their steady advancement drove terror into Carl. Just a few feet out from reach, he finally spoke up. “I-I want to join you!” he screamed as he raised his arms.
Confusion spread through the bulls. Momentarily knocked off their game, they began looking at each other rather than advancing. This only frightened Carl more. When a bull finally grabbed him, Carl screamed before being dragged off.
Carl landed painfully onto the floor as his captor yelled out “Head Brah, we found this patrolin’ and, duh, he said something weird, Brah.” The pain quickly subsided and Carl examined his surroundings. On three sides stood a wall of bulls in a semicircle. At the opening was seated a bull who appeared slightly smaller than the rest. Between his legs knelt two, what he hoped at least, cows sucking the bull’s cock and balls.
The seated bull spoke up. “Well, what he say broh?”
His capture’s face grew confused as he scratched his head. “Duh, dunnow brah.” His face grew even more contorted as he tried to remember the simple sentence. “Ur fuckin’ stupid brah.” And other insults to his intelligence were yelled out as all the bulls laughed. Soon, he was laughing too.
With that out of their system, the seated bull once again took command. “Bring me the dweebs.” He ordered. Two men, smaller than Carl, were brought forward. One wore almost nothing but a loincloth while the other had regular clothes in poor condition. They immediately bowed before the bull. “Figure this out.” He spoke before directing his attention to the cows between his legs. “That’s right bitch, work them nuts. Such a sexy cow.”
The man in the loincloth rose first to question Carl. “Why are you here? What did you say?”
Carl’s voice got caught at the hedonism before him. Looking at the seated bull, he was envious. “I, uh, said I wanted to join.” His cock was throbbing in his pants as he couldn’t break eye contact.
The other man nearly cut Carl off. “You want to join this?” The confusion was apparent while the disgust was more subtle as he spoke. “Is this what you want?” and pointed to the seated bull.
“Ye…” he started before his nerves got the better of him. While he’d dreamed of this day for many years, He’d never said the words out loud. He stared forward, mouth moving silently as he pieced together exactly how to express his desire. Finally, he was ready. “Yes… I-I want to be a bull.”
The clothed man started marching towards Carl. Before making it half way, he was stopped by a bull. “you’re crazy! Don’t!” he screamed out as he was picked up. Clearly unhappy with his antics, the seated bull ordered him out.
“How did you know we’re here?” the loinclothed man shook his head while speaking and the other was dragged off.
“I-it was posted on a himbo tracking forum. By some guy who claimed to work for Himbo Co.”
Loincloth grew lost in thought for a moment. He then turned, bowed, and addressed the seated bull. “My apologies, Brah Augy. I will make the dweeb behave, Brah.” Augy waved it off as it was Carl’s turn for confusion. Hearing this man, previously called a dweeb, use bro-talk was odd.
Undeterred by Augy’s indifference, he continued. “The intruder wants to join you, Brah Augy. He wants to be a bull.”
This finally made Augy look up from the cows. “join us? Duh, numbers dweeb!”
“Sixty-two and one-twenty-five. You could use a bull, brah.”
Augy smiled wide with approval and nodded his permission. Carl’s heart skipped a beat as time slowed. Finally, his most secret of dreams was going to actually happen. He saw a bull move behind him and he started stripping off his clothes, eager to start.
The feeling of the bull’s hard cock pressing into his back was not what Carl had expected. He tried stepping away but was grabbed and lifted into the air. Panic filled him as the cock was lined up with his ass. “W-wait, no. I’M A TOP!” he screamed out as the head forced it’s way in.
The pain was immeasurable. The force of such a large object into his virgin asshole winded him, gasping for breath as the bull let his own bodyweight plunge the cock deeper. Halfway down, the bull stopped and lifted Carl back up. He regained his breath just long enough to scream as he was released and the cock dove in again.
Satisfied with his insertion, the bull grabbed Carl’s thighs and bounced him on his cock. The bull began to moo as Carl experienced new pain. Muscles in his arms, legs, and back ached as they felt stretched beyond their limit. The pain only grew worse with every thrust.
The bull released his legs and Carl found they could firmly touch the floor. Now grabbed at the shoulders, the bull proceeded to fuck Carl standing up.
With this change in positions, the stretching pain disappeared. In it’s place was a throbbing one. The muscles in his body bulged with each painful throb as each fiber contracted in unison. The pain was so mind numbing that he couldn’t feel his brain numbing. The complex neural lines that comprised his life began to slow and come to a near stop with each powerful thrust.
The bull came and pulled out. Carl didn’t immediately recognize this. Reality was taking a while to return to him and as he stood there, his undersized bullcock throbbed.
A cow came forward to help cleanup the bull who’d just used him. Carl was more focused on the cow to remember the pain in his ass. The wide hips, muscular butt, and slight sway in each step consumed each and every neuron that remained. As the cow bent over to lick the bull clean, Carl stepped up behind him.
Carl thrust his average sized cock into the cow’s pussy. He groaned as he began thrusting. Each hump felt better than the last, each throb made Carl feel like he was owning more of that sweet sweet cow puss. Carl also realized he could pull further and further back with each thrust. Finally, his groans started to resemble moos. Approaching orgasm, he let out a war moo before cumming. He then pulled out his massive cock and was welcomed by his new brothers. Carl was now the bull he’d always wanted to be.
Magic Fable 