“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.