Gilgamesh America was a giant of a man. He was so giant that no ordinary steed was capable of carrying him. However, he had heard of one type of animal that he might be able to ride. He wasn't fat, he was a giant, that's why he weighed so much. This animal lived up north and was known as a Moosetaur. It's like a centaur, but with the body of a moose instead of a horse.
Now it's not that there weren't Moosetaur in America, because there were, but he figured that the further north you went the hardier the Moosetaur would be. He went to Canada to track down a Moosetaur. He would have to tame it so that he might ride it. He was tracking, following well-worn animal trails that looked like they could accommodate a Moosetaur.
Finally, he spotted one. It was a fine Moosetaur, with a strong moose body, and a strong yet elegant looking human torso arising from what would normally be the animal's shoulders. It had violet eyes and blond wavy hair from which proudly rose two mighty antlers. It also had two soft moose ears on either side of its head.
"Ah, shit." the Moosetaur heard him and bolted. Gilgamesh America gave chase, running fiercely through the Canadian forests. He caught it around its torso, the moose torso, not the man torso, as it made a left. He wrestled it to a standstill. The Moosetaur squeaked, "Well, that wasn't very monsterish. Shouldn't you make a more impressive noise?"
"Well, sorry to disappoint. Let's see how you sound when someone's just squeezed the breath out of you. What do you want anyway?"
Gilgamesh America looked approvingly at this fine specimen of a Moosetaur. "I want to ride you."
The Moosetaur blushed furiously, his eyes widening in shock. "Wouldn't that be a little awkward?"
"Nope, I've decided, it has to be you. I can't ride any creature on earth except you."
The Moosetaur pawed the ground with his feet and rubbed his antlers against a tree. "I'm flattered and all, but we've just met."
"Come on Moosetaur,"
"Canada"
"What?"
"My name is Canada."
America blushed, "My name's Gilgamesh America, but you can call me America."
Canada took both of America's hands in his own, locking eyes. "Okay." Canada took in the body like Apollo, tanned, toned, and muscled. Canada leaned in and kissed America. America's eyes widened in shock, but he didn't break the kiss. America created sweet friction against the fur, just under where the torso ended. His hands travelled over the human torso and caressed the antlers.
America caressed the flank of the Moosetaur as he walked around behind it. He played with its little fluff of a tail while reaching around the Canada's left haunch down to its dick. He stroked the dart type dick, encouraging it to emerge as he started to penetrate the moose ass. He leaned over the moose back, hugging the human torso as he thrust inside Canada. Canada made such cute sounds, grunts and hums and the occasional squeak. The fur of its haunches felt nice nestled against his balls.
America's hands traveled up and tweaked Canada's human nipples. God, America was so glad he'd decided to hunt down a Moosetaur. America finishes inside the Moosetaur and then finishes the Moosetaur off with his hands.
"Hey, now that I've serviced you, will you let me ride you."
"Wait, you mean that you wanted to ride on my back?"
"Yeah, what did you think I meant?...Oh. Hahaha, well, it's fine either way."
Canada blushed furiously. He had just propositioned a giant. What and embarrassing mistake, yet he didn't regret it. He intended to have a lot of fun with his new pet giant.