"You ok little man?" Came a deep voice. Matts mind was slowly recalled to consciousness. Against his back, he felt grass. The air, he noticed, was warm.
But its winter? And we live in...Minnesota Nothing made sense. He felt a prodding. is that a stick
Gently, he opened his eyes. Above him stood the strangest looking man he'd ever seen. The man was tall, taller than anyone he'd seen, and packed with muscle well beyond what a normal human could manage. That wasn't the weird part, however. While his face was mostly human, from his lower jaw protruded two short canines framed by a thick, yet well kempt, black beard. His ears were tapered and pointed and his skin...his skin was mostly white, yet an indescribably off-white. It was as if some other color was tinting it.
"The other one's coming to" came that same deep, bellowing voice from before. Next to the almost-human man stood something completely un- human. The creature was a hulking bipedal bull creature clad in nothing but a somewhat reveling loin cloth. Behind him, a thick tufted tail swished in the summer air.
Taller even than his compatriot, the bull was stacked with muscle and across his hide sat a thick coat of light brown fur. Complimenting the deep masculinity of his voice, the bull also sported a thick coat of what appeared to be chest hair. A longer coat of jet black fur that accentuated his powerful pecs and oozed masculinity. Atop his head sat two powerful horns, far below, a pair of sturdy hooves.
Opening his eyes, Eric sat up in confusion. The last thing he saw was plates crashing against the kitchen wall. Now, he was staring up at what appeared to be the crotch of a massive bull man. Erics eyes couldn't help but fix to the pendulous cock peaking just slightly over the edge of the cloth. A thick monster that had to be at least 12 inches.
"The fuck" Eric said allowed. Before he could think another thought, a three fingered hoof capped hand wrapped around his arm, pulling him to his feet.
"There ya are" the bull said, as he brushed Erics sleeves with a gentleness that betrayed his outwardly gruff, masculine exterior.
"Both are dazed." the more human of the two said to his bull-like friend. While standing, Eric and Matt were hardly all there. The magic of the journey had taken a toll on their minds.
"If magic had anything to do with it, it'll be a while before they're minds settle down" the bull said.
"We should take them to the farm. My Pas have a vile of smelling salts for this exact situation."
The bull grinned slightly "And what situation might that be? Providing a reason to lure two dashingly handsome men back to your place?"
The other man elbowed the bull, grinning "As if the guys aren't fawning all over me already."
"I'd like to see the day" the bull said, snorting a laugh "You ain't getting out of this dry spell anytime soon."
The other man's grin softened slightly "I'm just trying to find the right one. Something...more permanent."
"The day you find me settling down, is the day this thing falls right off!" The playfully squeezed his cock, his grin widening.
the other man elbowed him again. "Let's get these two in the wagon. Cael'll be expecting me soon, and I don't want my brother to worry."
Without preamble, the pair scooped Matt and Eric into their arms. Eric hardly knew what was happening. One moment he was standing, confused at the creatures before him. The next, he was being carried in a bull man's arms. With each pounding step, he felt his mind relaxing, consciousness slipping once again. The effects of teleportation magic were famous for the long lasting delirium it left after its use. Most magic wielders avoided it. Nestling his head against the bull's arm, thoughts uncharacteristic of his straight-as-an-arrow self filled his muddied mind. He couldn't help but enjoy the feel of the man's bicep. It was thick, strong, comforting. Digging his face into the soft bicep fur, its musk filled his nose. "Sommten smellz nice" he slurred as his mind slipped into darkness.
The bull gently placed Eric into the hay of their cart, while the other man sat an as-yet conscious Matt beside him. Without a word, the two sat in the driver's seat and whipped the powerful stallion hitched to the front. As the cart began to rock, matt's mind also drifted off.
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Elsewhere
Sam felt a gentle rocking, the rocking of a wagon when he came to
"Looks like the boy is waking up" came a voice.
Sitting up, Sam found himself face to face with two men - one human and one...something else. Something, green. His eyes widened in fear as his consciousness failed him. He fell back into the soft hay of the wagon.
"Good thing we're headed to the market" the half orc told his husband, his hand gently stroking the other man's bicep "That's the effects of magic. This boy needs an apothecary."
The human smiled at his husband "You clearly need grandkids. First boy we find and the father just comes right out of you."
"Cael better get on it." The orc responded with a grunt. We aint' getting any younger and we'll need all the help we can get on the farm."
With a powerful whip, their cart jolted forward as Sam rested gently in the back.