Crusade Anon 2

"Credo in Deum Patrem Omnipotentem. Creatorem coeli et terrae. Et in Jesum Christum. Filium eius unicum, dominum Nostrum."
>You grunted as your hammer collided with the red hot metal on your anvil
>The tongs in your hand tried to jerk under the blow but you held firm, using them to hold the steel in place
"Qui conceptus est de Spiritu Sancto. Natus ex Maria Virgine. Passus sub Pontio Pilato,
Crucifixus."
>With each blow you could see the metal taking shape
>The steel, as always, was resistant
>It hissed and shrieked like an angry snake with each blow you gave it
>Every minute or so, flames would jump from the metal and try to reach out to you
“Mortuus, et sepultus. Descendit ad inferna. Tertia die resurrexit a mortuis. Ascendit ad coelos."
>Your old master had said that these were the flames from hell itself
>Lucifer was trying to burn you, trying to stop you from making your wares in the good Lord's name
"Mortuus, et sepultus. Descendit ad inferna. Tertia die resurrexit a mortuis. Ascendit ad coelos. Sedet ad dexteram Dei Patris omnipotentis."
>Which was why you prayed
>Every blow of your hammer was in the glory of God, and you were going to make sure that the fallen archangel knew it
>Pausing from your relentless blows, you shook your head, trying to get the sweat out of your eyes
>Though it wasn't a particularly hot day outside, your smithy was stifling
>You had taken your tunic off after your lunch prayers, but even so you were soaked to the bone with sweat
>It was so bad that you barely felt the sparks of burning metal hit you as your hammer hit the steel
>But you were almost done...
>Just a few more swings and you'd be able to take a break...
>With that thought in mind you returned to your swinging


>The bundle of steel slowly became a bar
>That bar was bent and the edges were rounded
>Finally, a small cross was added in the center
>Placing your hammer on a work table, you made your way over to a small basin of water and bunked the the glowing steel into it
>A hiss filled your smithy the moment water touched metal
>You moved your creation back and forth, counting to thirty in your head before pulling it from the water and revealing your newly-made horseshoe
>You brought the still-hot steel to your face and examined it
>The water had warped the shoe slightly but other than that it looked perfect
>You could see no cracks, and the metal looked evenly thick the whole way around
"Lord of Lords, I thank thee for thy help in my craft," you said, inclining your head and closing your eyes
>Now all you had to do was beat this shoe straight and you could take a break for a little while...
>Maybe go and walk the city streets so you could rest your weary body...
>"Hey blacksmith, I need--oh, hello~"
>Your eyes snapped open
>Looking over, you saw three very strange creatures making their way into your shop
>They stood like men, though they had cow-like features
>A quick look-over told you that they were most likely women, whatever they were
>Your brow furrowed in thought as they made their way toward you
>When you and your brothers had been in Vienna, a greek sergeant-at-arms had told you a few stories from his homeland
>In one of them you recalled a beastman with a bull's head wandering a labyrinth
>It was a monstrous thing that had eaten thousands before some heretic hero had gone into its lair to slay it
>Your grip on your tongs tightened ever so slightly, but you quickly calmed yourself
>None of these... ladies looked like the kind of beast that would feast on a man's flesh


>In fact, if you weren't a man of God, you might have found them quite beautiful
>Slender, strong bodies, big, round breasts, wide hips and full backsides
>If not for the horns on their heads and their tails these ladies would have easily turned the heads of any man that they came across...
"Good afternoon to you three," you said, inclining your head
>One of the creatures, licking her lips, made her way over to you
>"Hello there, hot stuff," she said, eyeing your bare chest. "My girls and I are in town looking for a shoer. We asked around and some ponies sent us here."
>She jutted her chest out, presenting her barely-clothed breast, and put her hands on her hips
>"So could you do us a favor and bring your mare out?" We need to talk to her about setting us up."
>Mindful of your horseshoe, you made your way over to a bucket and tossed it in
>You could pound it straight at your leisure
>Rest would also have to be later, it seemed
>Right now it seemed like you had customers
"There is no mare here, my lady," you said, putting down the tongs and picking up a rag to clean your face off. "There is just me. I am the owner of this establishment."
>The creatures looked at each other, their eyes widening in surprise
>"You own this place?" one of them asked
>Another one whistled
>"I can see why," she said, her tail flicking side-to-side. "You're a big fella."
>A smile came to your face
"My work keeps me hearty," you said
>The lady in front of you chuckled
>"I'll say~" she said, her nostrils flaring. "So, about those horseshoes?"
>You looked each of the ladies hooves
"Will you each need a set?" you asked
>"Yep. We've been traveling for a while and our shoes are worn out," one of them said, hopping up onto one of your work benches
>You twitched, automatically looking over at the rasp that you had heating in the forge


>Your old smithing master had been an utter monster when it came to people sitting on his benches
>Though you had never been stupid enough to do so, you had witnessed him branding both apprentice and knight alike with whatever piece of hot metal that he had lying around
>And while you hadn't acquired his utter hatred of the act, the sight of it still brought out a healthy bout of indignation in you
>But you weren't your old master...
>You wouldn't brand someone...
>...Even though a small part of you wanted to
>Wrenching your head back to the lady in front of you, you forced yourself to smile
"I will have to measure each of your hooves to see if I have any shoes that I can forge to fit you," you said. "If I don't have the shoes then I'll have to make them, and that may take a day or two with all of the other work that I have."
>The maiden in front of you reached up with a hand and gave your chest a tickle
>"I wouldn't worry about that, big boy," she said. "The girls and I would be more than happy to stay for a few days before hitting the road again."
>Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the other two ladies looking at each other, their smiles turning into grins
>What odd creatures...
>Still though, they seemed polite and civil enough
>And as long as they held their peace you were more than happy to service them
"Then why don't we talk about prices?" you asked.

~_~_~_~_~_~

>Be Helgian
>The beginning of the day had been pretty shitty
>Twice you and your girls, Helen and Holgien, had gotten lost making your way through Dodge City
>And then Helen had lost her fucking sleeping bag and the three of you had to backtrack until you found the STUPID thing
>You had been nearly ready to explode when one of your shoes broke as you were running over a shitty pony road


>But now it looked like your day was picking up
>You had found a place that sold horseshoes at a fucking STELLAR price and you had a real cutie making them for you
>Said cutie was knelt in front of you, shirtless and covered in sweat, practically worshiping your hooves
>[spoiler]Which was most DEFINITELY your fetish[/spoiler]
>This allowed you to ogle him as much as you wanted
>And ogle you did
>You had no idea what the heck this stallion was, but whatever he was, he was REALLY easy on the eyes
>His flat face was a little off-putting, but his bod more than made up for it
>Strong, well-muscled…
>His scent was rich and healthy…
>Big, rough hands that would be able to play with your teats the way you liked…
>Hmm...
>Momma liked…
>Momma liked a lot...
>The other girls were waiting their turn to get their hooves measured, eyeing the bull just like you
>You knew what they were thinking
>The three of you had been on the road for almost two months
>You were all tired, homesick, and in dire need of a good lay
>And here was a bull
>A bull that, as far as you could tell, had no heifer or special somepony or anything like that
>Momma wanted some fuk
>Your girls wanted some fuk
>It was honestly more of a need than a want after sixty days of jilling yourself
>But you had to be careful
>No matter the species, males were scared easily
>You three had to be strategic
>And since the other two were about as subtle as an angry dragon, you had decided to do all of the talking
"So... Anon; it's okay if I call you Anon right?"
"It's absolutely fine," the bull answered, tracing the edge of your left hoof with a thumb
>You smiled


>Good...
>The first step was getting on a first-name basis with the fuckee...
>You leaned forward, making sure to use your biceps to push your tits together
>The second Anon looked up he'd get an eyeful of ol' Mount Teatmore
>Unfortunately for you, the bull continued to look down at your hooves, focused on his work
>While an inpatient cow might have cleared her throat you held back
>Soon...
>"So where do you three come from?" Anon asked. "I haven't seen any of your kind around here before."
"Oh?" you said, leaning a bit more and taking a whiff of his hair. "You've never seen a minotaur before, big boy?"
>Anon looked up at you
>Not at Mount Titmore, like you had been hoping, but right at your face
>Oh...
>It looked like you had a tough case here...
>"Minotaur..." he said, his milling over the word. "Minotaur..."
>He smiled
>"That's what you're called... I had forgotten the name..."
>You smiled
"Yep! Me and my girls are full-blooded minotaurs," you said, puffing your chest out. "We were over in the Goatlands for some work, but now we're on our way home for some well deserved rest! Isn't that right girls?"
>It took both Helen and Holgien a second, but eventually they were bobbing their heads like a couple of chickens
>"Yeah! We're a couple of hard working gals!"
>"Hardworking gals that need a good fu--OW!"
>You continued to smile as Anon--how cute of a fucking name was that by the way?-- looked back down at your shoe
>"Well, I am very happy to meet the three of you," he said. "It seems like the Lord has blessed me by allowing me to witness more of what this world has to offer."


"Yeah, the three of us are a pretty big deal," you said, casually inspecting your fingernails. "But what about you, hot stuff? You don't seem like you're from around here."
>This was the second step
>You needed to make the bull think you were interested about him as a person by getting him to talk about himself
>This was usually the most trying part of getting some fuk but you were sure you'd pull through
>"You're right, I'm not from here," Anon said, picking up your other hoof. "Before I found myself in this land, I lived in a city called Acre. Before that I spent a number of years in a city called Vienna, and before that I lived in a land called England."
"Oh, so you're a traveler huh?"
>The smile on Anon's face turned a little more rueful
>"My travels usual begin with me wanting nothing more than to stay where I am, but in the end I find the destination enjoyable. I suppose I have God to thank for that, however."
"And have you always been a blacksmith?"
>"In my youth I was an apprentice to a smith, but my true calling was to protect pilgrims on their way to the holy land."
>The bull deflated slightly
>"Since I have no way to return to Acre or the Kingdom of Jerusalem, I can no longer protect God's flock. So these days I busy myself with preaching the word of God and working metal."
"That's really interesting," you said, only half-listening. "Isn't that right girls?"
>Holgien bobbed her head up and down, but Helen just stared at the bull, her eyes narrowed
>"So you were a soldier or something?" she asked
>Anon picked his head up and looked over at her
>"I was, and still am, a knight of the Holy Order of Solomon's Temple."
>Both you and Holgien made impressed noises, but you couldn't help but mentally roll your eyes


>If Anon here was anything like the "knights" here in Equestria he was probably nothing more than some eye-candy in armor that got passed around by the nobles
>Still, you wouldn't mind pulling some armor off of him yourself...
"And how did you get knighted?" you asked, trying your hardest sound interested
>Anon was quiet for a moment, poking at the frog of your hoof with a finger
>"When I was still an apprentice smith many of my brothers went north to visit the grave site of a saint so that they could pray for them on their feast day," he said, getting a far-off look in his eyes. "Most of the castle was cleared out of our knights and sergeant-at-arms, and only one knight patrolled our walls. A local lord, hearing that the castle had emptied out, decided to send some soldiers to ransack the castle to see if he could steal any of our Order's treasures."
>Heh...
>Ransack...
>You'd bet your teats that it was just some scuffle by two prissy bulls…
>"Since the lord did not wish it to be known who had attacked the castle he had ordered his soldiers to slay any that they found in its walls," Anon continued, just a bit of anger coloring his voice. "I was alone at the castle's smithy, repairing a broken sword that my master had given me that morning, when I heard screaming."
>His grip on your hoof tightened just a bit
>Aw...
>The poor thing must have gotten some pie or whipped cream in his hair during the "battle"...
>Or maybe he got hit with a pillow too hard and was still mad about it...
>"When I heard the one knight screaming for aid I picked up a hammer and I made my way toward the sound of his voice. For two hours we fought off the enemy, until word was sent to the rest of my brothers and they returned to smash them in the rear."
>Wew...
>You bet those colts smashed each other in the rear…
>Guard-stallions WERE known to swing both ways
>Which was AWESOME
>"The lord that attacked our keep was found out and punished, and for my actions I was risen to the rank of knight."
>Once again, both you and Holgien made impressed noises
>Holgien had to elbow Helen, but soon all three of you were acting like this colt was bigger deal than sliced bread


"So you were a big help in the battle?" you asked
>"Aye," Anon replied with a nod of his head. "I felled forty-two men with my hammer, though I nearly died for my efforts."
>He pointed at a few scars on his chest, shoulders, and stomach
>Scars that, if you didn't know any better, looked like arrow and sword wounds...
>"But it was in God's design that I live to preach his word and protect his people."
>You nodded your head
>Alright...
>That's enough talking...
>Time for step three
>Getting dat fuk
"That's really great," you said, giving him a pat on the head
>Carefully pulling your hoof out of his hands, you pushed yourself off of the work bench you were sitting on and stood up
>Anon, his nose scrunched cutely, looked up at you
>You grinned
>Now you just needed to seal the deal...
"So, Anon, since the girls and I might be here for a day or two, I was wondering if you'd like to go out to dinner or something?" you said with a little bounce, making sure your teats clapped together. "It's the least we could do to thank you for helping us with these horseshoes."
>The other girls stood up and made their way over toward you, their chests puffed out and their hips swaying
>"Yeah, and maybe after that we could have a bit of fun~," Holgien purred, giving the bull a heated look
>Helen giggled as she placed a hand on Anon's shoulder
>"The three of us are a little backed up," she said, wiggling her hips and giving his shoulder a squeeze. "We'd be happy to spend the next couple of days rocking your world if you let us, cutie~"
>Anon looked at each of you, confusion etched on that cute little face of his
>After a few moments you could see his eyes widen in realization
>There we go...


>Now all he needed to do was say yes and you'd have that pretty little face of his mashed up in your--
>"Oh, I apologize, my ladies but I cannot," Anon said, inclining his head
>...
>Wat?
"Wat?"
>With a grunt, Anon rose to his feet
>"Those of my Order cannot partake in pleasures of the flesh," he explained. "So, while I appreciate your interest, I cannot."
>...
>Bullshit!
>This colt is a buttslut if you've ever seen one!
>Frowning, you looked at your girls
>They were also frowning, looking none too happy with the bull's rejection
"Are you sure?" you asked, leaning forward and pressing your teats against his chest. "Me and my girls would be happy to empty those no doubt big balls of yours."
>Grabbing you by the shoulders, Anon gently pushed you away
>"Thank you, but no. God has chosen me for a higher purpose, and I will not betray his love and trust by breaking my vows."
>He smiled, and you could feel your frown deepening
>"But, if you'd like, I'd be more than happy to read some of the Lord's work to you," he offered. "I could--"
>...Alright
>It looked like you had to go to step four
>If the bull said no, use intimidation
>And if that didn’t work you’d need to use force
>Not a lot, just enough to get him ready to go
>Placing a hand on Anon's chest, you have him a hard shove
>Anon was a heavy bull, but you nonetheless managed to push him against the two other girls
>Clearing your throat, you smiled again
"Come on, Anon, don't go and be a stick in the mud," you said, taking a step forward so that he wouldn't run away


>He’d probably be fussy at first, but you were sure he’d be happy for the fucking by the end
>No matter what a bull said, they liked it when a cow did this
>They liked you taking control, holding them down and fucking them
"All you need to do is have a bit of fun. Is there anything wrong with that?"
>"I am a man of the cloth, my child. My only task on this earth is to preach the glory of the Lord," Anon said evenly
>You and the girls chuckled
>Oh, this silly, silly bull…
>He didn’t know what he wanted…
>It looked like you and the girls needed to show him...
>Taking another step toward him, you pressed a hand against his chest
"Look, I'm trying to be nice, but here’s how it’s gonna go. The girls and I are going to have a little fun with you, you're going to make our shoes, and we're going to be on our merry way."
>You pushed him against Holgien, giving him a meaningful look
"We can do it the easy way or the hard way, and since I'm such a gentlecow I'll let you make the choice. So, what's it gonna be big boy?"
>Anon sighed, looking around his smithy
>"Then I suppose I will have to defend myself," he said calmly. “May God be with you.”

>Be Bonbon
>You were walking down the street, humming a little tune to yourself
>Your day filled with candy hoers/secret agent shenanigans were over
>What was left of your afternoon was yours to do whatever you wanted with
>But before you could go home and eat that entire bucket of ice cream in your freezer--no you DIDN'T have a bucking problem-- you first needed to go and see Anon
>You knew that the sweet colt was going to the orphanage today to read to the little ones, so you had decided to bring him all of your leftover candy so that the kids could have something sweet to snack on
>It wasn't the hundreds of bits that Anon racked in for them every week, but you liked to think it helped a bit
>And who knows? Maybe Anon would talk you into going to the orphanage to play with a few of the kids?


>Humming a tune to yourself, you made your way toward Anon's smithy
>"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!"
>You and half of the ponies in the street jumped in surprise as a cow-like bellow tore through the air
>The noise was immediately followed by what sounded like fighting coming from Anon's shop
>Your eyes widened
>Holy horse apples! Somepony was attacking the local apelien!
>Feeling panic welling up inside of you, you raced toward the shop as fast as your little hoofsies could take you, ready to burst in there to protect that sweet, kind stallion
>But, as you drew closer, you could see there was no need
>Two heifers, looking worse for wear, tore out of the shop as fast as their hooves could take them
>They were followed by another screaming, bloodied Taur, who was holding her backside as she ran
>"Fucking, fucking, FUCK! You damned crazy colt!" she yelled, running past you
>Your nose scrunched up as the smell of burnt fur began to fill the air
>You looked over your shoulder to watch the minotaurs running
>The one holding her rump had a burn mark in the shape of a horseshoe on her left butt cheek
>You cringed
>Oh you didn't want to be that filly right now...
>Looking back toward the smithy, you could see Anon, his hair a little ruffled, making his way out of his shop
>In his hands was a red-hot, glowing rasp
>A quick look at his face showed his expression was less than friendly
>Wew...
>You really, REALLY didn't want to be that filly
"Anon? Are you alright?"
>Anon watched the retreating Taurs for a few moments before his gaze settled on you
>He smiled, his features softening


>"Oh, hello Bonbon," he said with his usual politeness
>You trotted toward the silly colt, poking at him with a hoof
"Are you okay? What happened? Did those heifers attack you?"
>Anon's smile widened just a hair
>"Those girls and I just had a slight disagreement," he said. "I tried to be rational about it, but they were determined to let God be the judge."
>You eyed his rasp
>He followed your gaze, chuckling
>”Though, since it was three against one, I decided to even the odds a bit,” he said, waving around the rasp
>You stared at it, then at him, then finally at the retreating Taurs, who were already halfway out of town
>...
>You nodded
“Alrighty then…”