Westfall Guest (Excerpt - Peeping Bull)

Ben wiped sweat from his brow as he finished plowing the southern field. He set down his hoe and looked up at the sun, realizing that it would be going down soon enough. The human man had been so engrossed in his work that he had not even realized how long he had been at it. 

Truthfully this was the first time he could feel “at ease” in weeks. After the ambush, he’d had his guard up, having the window drawn at night with a crossbow at the ready, anticipating some sort of retaliation from the gnolls. But no payback had ever come. He knew gnolls could be cowardly creatures once they found themselves fighting someone who was actually capable of fighting back, but he suspected that the tauren companion that now occupied his farm was a big reason why the remaining gnolls chose to stay away.

Despite the initial unease at having a potential foe at his home with his wife, both he and Lily had all but completely warmed to the tauren’s presence there. It was good to have another strong set of arms to help out on the farm, even if Ben tried to go easy on Marn due to his injury. Marn would have none of it though, and would insist on shouldering as much work as he could, proving himself a pillar of strength with the massive bundles of grain he carried and deep troughs he dug with the plow. He has been perfectly cordial and respectful to them both and Ben could tell that Lily had begun to feel safer knowing that a second strong male was there to guard their home against any who would threaten them, be it bandit or gnoll. 

Though he was a male of few words, Marn was likewise beginning to open up to them more, talking about his home back in Mulgore, his sister and her family, his adventures across Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms after the war. Ben noted that he spent his spare time smoking from some kind of ceremonial pipe and helping to tend to Lily’s garden. As they spent more time with him, they came to discover that many tauren had a fondness for herbalism and nature. There was a tranquil spirituality to him that Ben rarely saw among humans, save for perhaps those who worshipped the Light. It quite contrasted with his occupation as a mercenary and warrior in a curious way. 

Ben had been preoccupied with his thoughts when he heard a strange noise around the corner. It sounded like a raspy huffing sound, almost like a wounded animal. Curious, he set down the rest of his gear by the shed and moved to investigate. His guard was up, fearing that a gnoll scout had infiltrated their farm somehow. He reached for a knife tucked at his belt and rounded the corner. 

What he found instead might have been downright comical if it wasn’t so shocking. 

Standing huddled near the back window of their house was Marn. And the tauren had evidently unbuttoned his trousers and fished out his manhood. His three-fingered grip was currently stroking his cock while he peered into the window of their home, the tauren doing his best to keep his voice down and keep his massive horned head angled low so as not to appear too obvious. 

The second shock for Ben came when he turned his gaze down and actually got a good look at the manhood that Marn was sporting. It had to have been ten inches long at least, possibly over a foot, and incredibly thick as well - as thick as a flagon at the tavern, if Ben had to guess. It was a mottled color not unlike what a horse stud was sporting, though also very pink as well, with a flared, wide head and a darker color toward the base near his pendulous furry black gonads. 

Ben couldn’t exactly say he was that surprised with this discovery. Though he’d never thought about it before, he supposed it made sense that the size of the tauren’s manhood would be proportional to the rest of his immense bodily bulk, especially given that their females were big as well. That said, he couldn’t help but be a tad envious. His own issues aside, even when Ben was whole he would be hard pressed to measure up. Hell, the vast majority of human men would be. 

What did surprise Ben immensely, however, was just how brazen Marn was being, masturbating out in the open, where either of his two human hosts could happen upon him at any moment. He supposed that Marn had to be very pent-up and without any sort of companionship for some time, given how long he’d been on the road. It only made sense that he would need some down time to deal with his…urges. Ben could certainly sympathize, but he would’ve at least expected Marn to try to conceal himself a little better. 

Ben’s eyes widened with sudden realization. He felt foolish for not realizing sooner. Marn had not only been pleasuring himself, but doing so while peeping into the window that peered into their back room. And there was only one other person who could possibly be in that room at the very moment…

Still, he had to know for sure. Carefully and quietly, Ben doubled back, circling around the barn and observing Marn from a different angle so that he could see what Marn himself was looking at. Marn took no notice of his movements. Ben’s heart pounded in his chest like a war drum as he got a good look, his gaze looking past the black-furred tauren fisting his cock outside the window.

Sure enough, inside the back room, was Lily. His wife was currently completely nude and taking a bath. With Marn’s lack of subtlety, it was a wonder that Lily hadn’t seemed to take notice of their burly guest fisting his massive tube of meat right outside her window. But Lily herself seemed to be in her own little world, a relaxed smile on her face and her eyes closed as she combed her fingers through her strawberry-colored hair. Her lovely breasts broke the surface of the water, her puffy pink nipples emerging from the water like two tantalizing little islands in the middle of an ocean.