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Steve walked in his house in the center of Steve's World. It was his main house, so it held a lot of secrets.
He beelined for an item frame on the wall. It wasn't the strangest thing he had on his walls— otherwise it wouldn't be a good hiding place— but it came close. A framed egg on the wall at head height. This marked something truly special: the hidden entrance to his dungeon.
Steve carefully pulled the item frame down and gently set it against the wall. He broke the block behind it and there was a button in a small single-block alcove. He hit the button and hurriedly replaced the block and framed egg. He took two steps back and the floor fell out from under him. A bale of hay broke his fall. He found out that it would do so, when he fell from a roof in Midport Village.
The hole he was in was nothing fancy. It was two by two blocks with haybale floor and stone walls, on the walls there were two stripes of cobblestone one at the floor and one a block of stone away.
On the south wall, the lowest cobble on the right had another button behind it. It opened the north wall to reveal a large room— it was almost cavernous— this was the dungeon.
The ceiling was at least seven blocks tall up to twelve in some places; he would know, he built it. Along the edges was lava encased in glass blocks; Unseen was the mechanism that moved the lava to make the light mimic day and night. The floor was lush grass. There were pens with one animal each along both sides of the long room. The pens were spacious for them, being five by five. It was two pens wide, with a wide path between, and a space surrounding each pen. The room extended far into the distance. If he looked, a trap door with a ladder was to Steve's immediate left. It lead down two more floors. The floor below was the aquatic floor and below that was the dark floor, for the monsters.
Every animal and monster had a name tag, it had taken a lot of time, mining, and trading, but it was worth it.
They were all fed daily by the farming villager down here, Garf. Garf used to be a zombie villager; Steve had found and cured him. He chose to come to the dungeon to tend to the creatures down here, and he could leave at any time.
To the right of the door was a double chest. It held favorite foods for each animal, as well as slime, leads, and buckets. Also with it was a two by two pool of water. It turns out that slime mixed into a water bucket made an excellent lube.
Steve walked up to the first pen on his left, inside was a pig. “Hey, Carlos. How's it goin'.” He held out a carrot and Carlos came right over to nibble at it. Steve pulled it away and Carlos leaned back, jaw slack. “Ah, I'm just kidding. Good boy.” He threw the carrot in the pen. Carlos jumped on it munching it down.
The pen across the way was Lori, a cow. Steve tossed her some wheat while passing by.
In the pen next to Lori, was a red mooshroom cow. Harris was born in Steve's World. The trip from the mushroom fields was tough enough with only two mooshrooms. He pulled out a lead and looped it around Harris' neck.
The wheat in Steve's hand was mostly for show. These animals were trained and had been here long enough to know the drill. Midway down the long room was a break in pens. It had, instead, somewhat of a platform. Wooden stairs around a slightly raised carpeted area. On it there were several things; a wooden breeding rack with padded grips, a smooth stone basin a half-slab into the floor, many benches and tables of various heights, and a single hand-carved stone chair.
Set into the wall beside the platform was what looked to be the front of a house. Garf had insisted it was the perfect placement. Steve hadn't complained— and was happy with it himself— but he had offered to make a whole different level just for Garf's home. The house's front was mostly taken up by large glass windows. The inside was made up of wooden planks with carpet rugs on the floor. It was a rather small house, no bigger than ten across by six deep. A chair was set up against the left window, facing out. A chest, furnace, and crafting table were placed in the back right corner. A bed was up against the right window. In the back left corner there was a staircase leading down.
If Garf was in the mood to participate he would ask before anything happened. He must have been in the lower levels when Steve came down, he came up the stairs in his home to greet the man. He nodded his head at Steve and gave a “Hmm!” loud enough for Steve to hear. Garf settled down in his chair to watch.
Steve hadn't exactly been waiting on Garf but was pleased to see him. There had been plenty of times he wouldn't lay eyes on the villager the whole time he was in the dungeon. There was, also, a light above ground Garf could turn on if he needed something.
Steve led Harris over to one of the wide padded benches— one with tubes mounted beneath— and took off the lead. “First, things first.” He clapped then rubbed his hands together. “You ready for some fun Harris?”
Harris let out a “Moo,” in answer. Harris' tail swished over its square ass, and its hooves shuffled expectantly.
Steve pulled a bucket of lube out of his pocket and set it beside the bench. He took off his unisex turquoise blouse and laid it on a bench behind him, his jeans and underwear soon followed. Already at half mast, he gave himself a couple pumps for good luck.
“Okay buddy, positioning time. You know how this goes.” He kneeled next to Harris and patted the bench. The mooshroom hopped its front hooves onto the padding. Steve grabbed a handful of lube and generously applied it to the fleshlight under the bench. His other hand ran along the red and grey belly until he reached the obvious bulge above those massive balls. He gently grabbed and massaged the sheath until the dick hidden inside started to peak out. Mooshrooms have much longer dicks than regular cows. It was a delightful discovery when he found them in the mushroom fields.
He shuffled further down Harris. One hand grabbing more lube, the other rubbing along the mooshrooms flank. The coated hand moved back to that square ass. Steve spread his legs to fit fully under Harris. He ran a finger over Harris' tight hole, as he ran his tongue over the cock head.
Harris thrust forward slightly then back on the finger starting to breach its ass. Steve, his lips fully around the slowly growing dick, sucked lightly. More of Harris slid out into Steve's greedy mouth. His finger slowly twisting around, easing a second one in already. He choked on Harris' second unexpected thrust forward. Gagging as he pulled off the long cock.
“You're so strong and so big, babe. I can't take it all, at least not like this.” He patted Harris's side with a laugh. “Let's get you all loose-y goose-y before we both get too impatient.” Rolling out from under that hefty bod was a move that took embarrassingly long to learn. He righted himself behind the heifer and plunged two fingers into that inviting hole.
“Moooo!” Echoed around the dungeon. Harris thrusting forward into nothing.
“Hang on big guy.” Steve reached down and slotted its massive dick into the toy under the bench. Harris crawled forward on the bench to get better leverage. Steve grabbed its square hips before Harris could start wildly thrusting. Harris huffed at him but held still. It was the trick that took the longest for most of the critters down here to learn.
Three fingers pumping with ease, Steve decided that was plenty. He pulled his fingers free to a disappointed huff. His hand dipped into the bucket to coat his own dick in lube. Steve pressed the tip of his dick gently to the mooshrooms hole, his hands now both secured on Harris' hips.
From his new vantage point Steve could see Garf watching them. The villagers eyes trained on where the two met. Steve had to huff out a breath at his hit of arousal. He moaned as he slowly pushed his hips forward. The mooshrooms ass was tight around him, sucking him in. Harris started to get frustrated with staying still, hind legs stomping.
Steve understood that he needed to move or else. He moved his hands to Harris' back and gave a firm thrust, pushing in to the hilt. Harris took this for the sign it was and started thrusting back into Steve and forward into the toy.
Steve had built the fleshlight with this purpose in mind but Harris' dick still popped out the front when fully sheathed. He had to grab handfuls of fur to keep upright with the force of the thrusts. On the forward thrust Steve pulled back as far as he could without his dick falling out of the mooshrooms ass. Harris thrust back full force and Steve met it with his own thrust forward. The mushrooms on Harris' back bounced with each movement.
Moans, grunts, and moos echoed through the large room. Every time Steve buried himself in that heat, a loud clap added to the noise.
The tight heat around Steve's cock was heavenly. He still couldn't believe that he was able to do this whenever he wanted. He met Harris' thrusts with the same gusto. The tempo only changed when Steve pushed to go faster, harder. Harris kept up with the new pattern. Steve felt the rectangular body shutter around him and knew that if he didn't stop soon the mooshroom would come. He gripped Harris' hips hard. The movement stopped with a wail from the heifer.
“I know, I know. But wouldn't you rather come in me?” Steve asked. At Steve's pat Harris hopped to all fours. The massive mooshroom dick almost hitting the floor when it bobbed. Steve almost came just from seeing it.
Steve had been doing this for a long time now. He stretched his ass before he came down— or had Garf watch him get ready before getting any creature ready. Steve had a plug in today. The pop when it came out echoed his moan.
The bench they were on would work, but Steve had to be careful of being crushed. He looked up to Garf and held a thumb up then toward himself. It was their sign for “I'm about to do something stupid could you spot me?” Garf walked out of his house and over to them.
“Hrm.” He nodded at Steve and stood behind the bench. Steve sat with his back towards Garf.
Steve pulled Harris over by the horns. He held a hand out for one hoof and placed it beside his hips on the bench. Harris stood on that foreleg and let Steve place the other. Steve leaned back on the bench. His legs coming up on either side of the Mooshroom. Say what you want about their rectangular bodies but those corners made great places to hook his heels. He pulled Harris forward until their hips met. Harris' front hooves on either side of his head— that's why Garf was standing guard.
Steve reached a hand down to align the cock with his own asshole. As soon as the tip caught, Harris gently thrust forward. The long cock barely breeching him. Steve tugged on Harris' hips to get him deeper in. He guided Harris to push in with small thrusts until the large dick was filling him to the brim. Two pats to Harris' underbelly was the signal that he was free to move.
The first full thrust always suprized and delighted Steve. It felt like he was being turned inside out. It felt amazing. The sudden empty space inside of him. The punishing slam of those strong thighs. His ass was going to be bruised from the force of the trusts. The mooshroom set a fast pace, already close to coming. Steve could only babble as his prostate got dragged against with every movement.
With blinding pleasure Steve came. His ass squeezing so tight that Harris shook with one last great thrust and came inside Steve's ass. Hot come shot into Steve. It filled him and gushed out around the large cock. He could feel the heat warming his whole body.
Steve caught his breath slowly with his ass full of slowly softening cock. Cum slid out with every twitch. He finally pushed at Harris' hips. The mooshroom carefully climbed off him and onto the floor. Harris stood there, happily sated.
Steve's dry orgasm was dazzling, but he was still rock hard. He tried to stand but fell back into a soft body. Garf helped him stand up, and drape his torso over Harris' back.
He could feel the heat of Harris' bare ass against his dick. Steve moved a hand down to line himself back up and thrust inside. With half his weight on the heifer he didn't have much leverage, he ground into the tight ass with as much force as he could.
He braced his upper arms on Harris' flat back; a mushroom in his face. The new position made it so he could put force behind his thrusts.
Harris was good with this turn of events and shifted back with each press in. The mooshroom perfectly content to stand mostly still and be used.
Steve huffed and moaned in turn. Keeping his pace fast with his growing orgasm. He leaned his head down and gently bit into the joint of mushroom and skin. He pumped his dick into the tight hole again and again until he just couldn't hold it back anymore. He shouted as he came inside the mooshoom. His cum dribbled out with each weakening thrust.
As he came down once more, he realized the pressure on his bladder was just that; a need to pee. He pressed his softening cock further into Harris and let go.
His piss shot hot in the mooshroom and surrounded his dick. It flowed around his oversensitive cock then back out. Spilling around his balls, dripping to the floor.
Steve's eyes rolled back in satisfaction. His piss splatting on the carpet under his feet, soaking into the wool. It spilled out around his dick as he pulled out. He couldn't help but give one last small thrust in before pulling out fully. A stream of piss and come trailed out of Harris.
“Hrmmmm.” Steve looked over his shoulder at Garf. A wet patch clearly visible on his robe.
“Like the show, did ya?” Steve smirked at him. Finally standing up, Steve walked over and picked up the lead. He put it back around Harris' neck and started walking him down the path.
Garf kept pace with them. He had found Steve passed out— with an animal on a lead— too many times. The human didn't take enough time to rest.
Off the platform, a few steps into their journey, Harris stopped and stomped its hind left hoof twice. It was the signal all the creatures were taught to give before they started to piss.
Garf took the lead Steve had shoved at him. Steve ducked under the big square body.
He opened his mouth. The stream of hot piss hit him with more force than he expected. It splashed over his face and down his chest. The warm liquid pooled in his mouth; he swallowed down what he could. Piss ran down his body exciting him in a way nothing else could. His dick gave a valiant twitch.
When Harris was done, Steve popped back up and took the lead back from Garf. The three quickly made it to the pen with no more detours. Harris was set free inside the fence. A few steps in and Harris plopped to the ground, ready for a nap.
Steve went to the chest to grab a bucket to rinse himself down. As soon as he filled the bucket with water, Garf took it from him. The villager slowly tilted the bucket over Steve's head. Steve scrubbed at his hair and face.
Garf poured water over his shoulders and rubbed at his chest. He refilled the bucket and they finished cleaning Steve off.
They took a full bucket over to Harris and gently washed the mooshroom together. Help was always welcome, but Steve rather liked taking care of his creatures after fucking them.
Steve put the bucket back and they both walked back to the platform. Before Steve could put his clothes back on, Garf stopped him. He tapped his left foot twice on the ground and pointedly walked over to the smooth stone basin.
“Look, I'll replace the carpet.” Steve walked over to Garf.
The villager had already pulled his cock out of his layers of clothing. His arms looped around Steve's neck and pushed the man down. Steve dropped to his knees. He took the dick in front of him into his mouth and sucked hard.
“Hrm!” Garf said in annoyance. He gently bonked Steve on the head.
Steve's mouth filled with warm piss. He rubbed his tongue over the slit to disrupt the flow. Garf shivered above him.
Steve swallowed every mouthful he got. When the stream began to slow he sucked on Garf's dick to get every last drop.
Garf pulled away with a relaxed smile. He turned and beelined for his house.
Steve stood and pulled on his clothes. He was fully sated and ready to get some sleep in his fluffy bed up in his house.
The dungeon hidden beneath ready and waiting for the next time it was needed.