Harvester 
by 
Varien Quill

An Annual Harvest Festival happens only once a year, yet it felt like yesterday since the last one. Hosted as always by the Sowbelly family, it usually gathered all the farmers not only from the nearby homes or even the region but also from different states as well. While they started the first festival only for the neighbors, it quickly caught on, growing into an impressive size where everyone felt welcomed and respected.
Not everyone.
An alligator in black leather jacket, high boots and dark blue jeans looked like it was from a different story, clearly not fitting into the background. The tall reptile currently sat under the apple tree, looking at the various poultry women during the Golden Egg contest, showing off their prized products to the judges. The alligator was interested in both ladies and the delicious food they produced. He unconsciously licked his sharp like razor teeth, which looked ominous at the very least.
     - Are you finished?
Quite annoyed reptile looked up. Seeing a rather fat hog, wearing overalls on his bare skin, he could easily count the hair on wide chest. Matthew Sowbelly Junior. Apparently being suspicious and species ran in their blood. The pig spit out the stalk out of his mouth, squinting at the stranger.
     - Get up and git, chicken chaser. You're scaring the ladies. I hope I'll not see you near them again.
After that, the hefty farmer left, not looking back at the scaly individual. With a sigh, the alligator finally got up and checked other activities, since it was everything for everyone.
The farm was truly gigantic, growing over all those years. upgrading from just corn fields and small barn, into impressive agriculture business. Pumpkin patches, dairy production, pear and plum trees, whatever the empty stomach needed. But still, the festival was a cherry on Sowbelly's cake, their pride and glory.
Not everyone was happy, because more fame equaled more rotten apples, so to speak. And the younger side of the family agreed to that, taking in those who wanted to turn these celebrations into displays of filth and degeneracy.
Mason the alligator saw one of those "filthy" exhibits. Apparently, some males wanted to show off their bodies, sculpted by years and decades working in the field, which helped their muscles and stamina. Now Mason was even more interested. Forget the chickens and geese, now this was something to definitely look at.
Luckily for him, not only hogs were on the stage, who didn't look exactly like bodybuilders, but still enormous bellies weren't an arousing view at all. Disappointed alligator almost walked away towards his motorcycle to leave this place, but suddenly on stage HE appeared.
Black fur covered the thick, moving muscles of the six and a half feet tall beast, wearing nothing but a skimpy thong, mostly worn by the strippers or boyfriends who tried to impress their lovers. Bull was welcomed by a plethora of gasps, followed by cheers and eager shouting, mostly from female throats. The male flexed, while wide eyes, smiling women clapped at his performance. He didn't even have to try, he already won.
While the bull truly impressed Mason, he focused his gaze at the lower half of the thick body. While massive, sturdy legs were pleasant to look at, he looked straight between them. If he was the judge, he would give not one but two blue ribbons for each orb.
Yes, bovine's sack couldn't be compared with anyone's on this wooden stage. If those gigantic, hefty balls could hypnotise, that bull could rule the world. But he had to settle on ruling those women's hearts, which some of them nearly fainted already because of the raging testosterone before them. The thong should snap at any moment, judging by the weight of the bull's sack. But it didn't.
     - Judges agreed that for the third year in a row, Studly the bull wins the title, Mister Harvester! While he's still single, he doesn't swing that way. Sorry, ladies. - a tall rooster smirked at the women, knowing that it happened every year.
The cheering suddenly changed into a sigh of disappointment. While many of them knew the bull already, they still had hope of getting to know him better. While the crowd dispersed, a bull walked towards the table with various chilled drinks on it. Mason put on his iconic sunglasses and followed the bull. 

*****

     - Congratulations...
Still mostly naked bovine smiled to himself while enjoying the apple cider. Cooled down, a foamy beverage filled his stomach, while giving him relief. He finally looked up at the reptile, who placed one arm at the table, leaning on it. An unlit cigarette in his mouth gave him a more juvenile look than a "cool" one from the old movies.
     - Thanks. I don't see your kind around here and I've been here for
     - Three years, at the very least.. Yes, I heard the judge. But I'm not even remotely surprised by your victory. Just look at you. You spark a lot of envy in other dudes' minds, that's for sure.
The bull shrugged his massive shoulder, ready to leave this rather strange conversation. But the alligator insisted. 
     - Would you give me a personal show? You'll not regret this. I'm not kidding...
The bull tried to scoff, but saw the stranger's massive maw opening before him. A thick tongue unfurled, long like a forearm. The gigantic piece of flesh shifted bull's small mind, while something definitely stirred under thong of his.
     - So how will it be? The loud mouth of a judge already told everyone that you like playing in the mud, so to speak. So... - the alligator finally lit up his cigarette with a lighter, pausing dramatically for a moment - what's your final decision?
The bull thought for a while, still staring at the stranger before him. He couldn't believe himself of what was happening.
     - Behind the main barn in ten minutes.

*****

The corn field was truly ripe at this time of the year, while anyone could easily get lost between them. But Mason wasn't interested in the vegetables. He preferred meat. Bovine meat.
     - I thought you would never show up - the alligator threw the cigarette's butt on the ground, while leaning against the wall, seeing the bull still in a tight excuse of a thong. The black furred male carried a pitcher in one hand, while two glasses in the other.
     - But I'm here, right? So, what exactly did you want to show me? Or you prefer being a silent type, for a change?
The reptile smirked, showing a few of his teeth on the side of a long maw. Yes, he definitely could shut up and just show what he was made of. He discarded the glass and picked the pitcher out of his firm hand, emptying half of it from its contents. Indeed, Sowbelly's cider was the best in the country. The bull poured himself a glass instead of drinking like a brute. 
After putting the vessels on the ground, the bovine looked relaxed. Hell, that alligator in a rather cheesy looking outfit seemed to be quite handsome too in his very eyes. Maybe that wasn't a mistake then?
The yellow and green scaled alligator ran his hand along the chiseled chest of a demigod, feeling every inch of the perfect, hard muscles. It certainly lowered the bull's guard, and it was what Mason tried to do.
He lowered his head, teasing other male's nipples with that clearly skilled, soft tongue. Bull groaned to himself while alcohol worked its magic. It exposed the hardened buds before the stranger, who switched the target. There was something much bigger and more interesting down below, after all.
Mason kneeled before the beast, touching his hefty thighs that could easily break a skull between them. With a palm of his hand, he weighed the sack, still contained within the musk filled thong. Alligator's shock couldn't be described with words. Bovine's orbs were more impressive than he could ever imagine.
He used his sharp teeth to remove the soaked piece of clothing, spitting it out on the side. The gigantic balls mesmerized the stranger, engulfing him with their strong, masculine scent. The furry, thick sheath couldn't hold within the massive shaft much longer, pushing out the meaty pole.
Bull's gigantic cock now rested upon Mason's shoulder, who's focus fixated more on the treasure below. While the member was the largest he ever saw in his brief life, the balls were his obvious target. A bullseye, if he could describe it ironically.
The massive tasting muscle wrapped around the weighty sack, while licking off the sweat and all the musk of it. Bull placed both of his muscular hands on the reptile's bald head, holding him in place. Some fluids poured down the throbbing cock, right into Mason's leather jacket. He opened the long maw wider, pulling balls inside it, sucking them hard. The insides massaged those orbs gently, pleasuring their owner with such skills. The bovine had the time of his life and it just couldn't be better.
- Feel how huge and full those balls are? You had nothing like that before in your life, huh? - the bull finally said cockily, proud of his body.
Big mistake.
The "Mister Harvester" could feel an ominous snap down below his broad waist. He looked down, not seeing what was going on. And bull was lucky, since the view would be nothing that he saw in his whole life.
Ravenous alligator played with a separated sack, while the tongue weighed each of the balls inside the warm mouth. Each of them felt divine on his broad tongue, celebrating their flavour that couldn't be described with simple words. Mason could worship them forever, but he was hungry for more. Both of the orbs finally traveled down his throat, feeling his empty void in the stomach that could accept only a certain type of nourishment.
Masculine meat.
The massive bull collapsed on the ground like dead timber, while holding himself right under the quickly softening member. He couldn't say anything, left in pure shock and disbelief. But not for long.
Mason dropped on all fours, his long, spiky tail lying flat on the ground as well. If not for the clothes, he could truly look like a predator, searching for its prey. Which he swiftly found just before his eyes.
Gaping the mouth of the reptile gave an ominous, terrifying view of dozens of sharp teeth. Bull didn't even try to fight, giving up entirely. Which Mason apparently hoped for.
The scaled monstrosity walked forward on all limbs, while consuming the bovine's legs, swallowing him further down his body. While getting into the hips, Mason opened maw wider, trying to get a delicious body whole. Bull's struggle was weak and pathetic, which puzzled the beast, but he didn't even think about stopping there.
At long last, the gator finally swallowed the bull completely, feeling his impressively muscular body travelling down the throat into his massive stomach. Mason stood up and stretched his limbs and neck, enjoying the meal he just consumed. He planned only on dessert, but it was much, much better.
The now stuffed alligator looked around, not seeing any witnesses. Finally, he walked towards his vehicle and mounted it, starting the engine. Few puffs of dark smoke travelled behind the old motorcycle, angering the passerby who did not know what happened just moments ago.
Mason turned his head, looking at happy, oblivious people.
     - See you next year.