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Disclaimer - The following will require that you make a few will saves and at least one sanity check along the way. If you don't wish to end up enthralled, or multiclassing with anything of the bovine variety, then I highly recommend that you leave this one be until you hit level twenty. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Please do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

The Denizens of the Maze

Kaster remembered the offerings from when he was a child. His family had always baked exquisite round loaves filled with spiced sweet meats and rolled them into the long dark stone tubes next to the altars. He could still hear the crusty padding as the bread rolled away into the darkness, a token of their appreciation to the city itself.

Others gave different kinds of offerings: large circular beads that trickled down the chutes in a miniature colorful tide, or bolts of silk carefully wrapped into a ball that rolled down with barely a whisper. Kaster had never really thought about what must live below the city, other than to appreciate how happy they must be to receive such lavish offerings. Some said they were the founders of the city, immortals whose planning and favor had made their burg into a nexus for traders from every land. Others believed the very gods lived under the earth, kept placated by the constant offerings. There was even talk about there just being a vast emptiness filled with wealth and rotten food. But everyone still made their offereings; it was a tradition at the very least.

He had never considered that _he_would be the one chosen to be the all important messenger, the one to personally bear the wealth of the city to whatever lied below. Every ten years, the yawning stone doors would open only once, and only for enough time to admit one, bearing a basket of wondrous riches to offer to the denizens of the maze: those same enigmatic figures that ensured the city's ongoing prosperity. But no one could tell him what to expect, only that once he found those blessed beings that he should bring the good will of the city and stay with them in their utopian and yet mysterious sect.

The week of preparation had been wonderful, attending the most posh salons and eating rich foods with the ruling merchants. He was now scrubbed clean and rubbed down with scented oils, dressed in a crisp linen toga and simple leather sandals. In a way, it felt like he was attending his own funeral, but it was also the most amazing week of his twenty year long life.

. . . None of the offerings ever came back though. None of the carefully blown round amphoras wrapped tightly in hemp ever rolled back up. And none of the knotted tapestries were ever rejected . . . for better or for worse. Certainly the bearer of the gifts of the city had never returned. They were supposed to live in lives of heavenly bliss . . . But how could Kaster know? Nothing ever returned from those amazingly enigmatic foundations of the city: the maze of the founders.

The yawning doors had closed behind him hours ago. In the beginning, it had been easy, just go downwards: one path, and a constant pleasing sense of progression. But now he wandered the halls, the dim reflected light from the mirrors near the altars from the surface making every corner,every gray arched opening, seem exactly the same. His stomach growled in hunger as he proceeded cautiously, sandaled feet patting against the floor as the shuffling of his toga against his olive skin became impossibly loud in the stillness.

He almost dropped the masterfully woven cornucopia he was carrying when a sudden apparition rolled out of one of the melon sized circular openings in the wall, clinking as it came to rest on the small stone indentation set plainly into the unadorned wall. Tucking the city's finest under his arm, he reached out and picked the perfectly round container up, feeling the woven hemp around the thick blown glass as he could feel the liquid sloshing around inside. Not remembering the last time he had had anything to eat or drink, he looked both ways down the stone hall sheepishly. If he was down here now, surely then it wouldn't anger the denizens if he took a small sip: just enough to slake his thirst.

Prizing out the tamped-in cork, he was rewarded with a hollow plunk and the rich fragrant smell of spiced red wine. It was odd drinking from the bottle as it had no lip, but he carefully tilted the orbicular container back and took a halting swallow as rivulets of deep purple ran down his chin. The sweet and tannin laden flavor danced on his tongue, dissolving through his senses as he took another slightly more steady swig.

Slowly, being lost in the ancient's maze seemed less and less like a problem as he sipped on the most exquisite wine he had sampled in his life. It wasn't long before he tilted the globe back, and realized that it was now empty. Swallowing heavily, he thought about leaving the bottle behind . . . surely the underground denizens would know. But compared to the wealth packed into his woven horn of plenty, surely something as small as a bottle of wine would not be missed, and so he carefully rest the wrapped sphere on the ground and continued wandering the identical halls with a new spring in his step.

As he pressed forwards (and left and right, at seemingly random intervals,) there were times that he swore that he could hear something in the distance, whether it was running water, or faint deep voices just at the edge of his senses. But whenever he tried to steer himself in that direction, he got lost completely. Stumbling onwards, the wine started to go to his head as he leaned to the side with one hand against the smoothly chiseled gray wall.

It was at this point that he heard something else, much more distinct than anything else he had noticed: a heavy clacking, like wood on cobblestones. This was the realist thing that he had encountered in this dream-like maze, and so he hurried towards it, holding the woven cornucopia carefully under his arm as he dashed around corners wildly, not wanting the rhythmic clopping noise to stop. Encountering a T junction, Kaster looked down the left fork before swinging his head back towards the right and screaming as if he'd been struck.

There was a monster in the hallway: a hulking figure a good two heads taller than him, with large horns and a broad menacing animal muzzle. He couldn't comprehend the variegated colors of the beast's pelt as he fell to the ground, skidding to a halt in a spray of gems and jewelry from his woven basket as he reversed direction and scrambled to his feet while the beast seemed to scrabble after the wealth on the ground before giving chase. Its massive cloven hoofed feet echoed with its weighty steps as it loosed a deep animal bellow.

His panic carried him on for minutes, randomly turning at intersections as he could hear the clopping of terrible hooves getting closer and closer. Mind numb with fear from the inhuman apparition, he screeched around another identical ninety-degree corner, running into a sudden unexpected wall of muscled flesh, a wall that turned to loom over him as the very same beast that he feared so much. The impossible creature reached down and quickly grabbed him by the scruff of his neck with one of its inhuman three fingered hoof-hands.

Kaster shouted and screamed, feet flailing as he tried to escape, blindly fighting for any chance to survive as the hulking colossus' other hand pulled back . . . and then shoved his refilled cornucopia against his chest gently before lowering him back to the floor, hands resting firmly on his shoulders as the eight foot tall beast peered down at him. The young man's initial perception of the beast had been slightly skewed, and as he swallowed heavily, catching his breath, he got a better look at the large creature.

First of all, its body was draped with lavish folds of rich colorful silk, almost in the style of those traders who came from the south. Kaster could see the thing's muscles bulging under the fabric as it shifted its weight. And even that was odd . . . Its legs seemed almost animal, bent back and ending in broad plate sized hooves that clacked against the floor. Although it was humanoid, most of its features seemed to be bovine: from its stubbly gray pelt, to the ropey tufted tail that swung around lazily behind it. Its thick broad head was almost entirely animal, with a wet flat end to its muzzle, twitching ears, and long white horns that had little rings of gold fitted on the ends.

Gulping down air as he looked up into the creatures large soulful black eyes, Kaster paused to look down at the city's cornucopia that had been returned to him and then back up to the monster questioningly. This didn't seem right at all . . . but perhaps this was just a guardian for those who lived under the city? That would make sense. Certainly they would be grand enough to employ such an imposing aberration of nature for their gatekeeper.

Kaster tried to thank the creature, and it replied with a baying animal noise, turning around and waving a hand over its shoulder, beckoning with the universal gesture to follow. This suddenly seemed so surreal . . . The cornucopia of wealth he had carelessly abandoned had all been scooped up and returned to him, gems and precious metals glinting in the dim light. It seemed the monster was no more harmful than a any other human. . . even though the strength with which it had lifted Kaster up off the ground had been considerable. Slowly catching his breath, he decided to follow the hulking bovine beast, watching its dark tufted tail swish from side to side with every heavy clopping step.

The beast's long legs set a fairly brisk pace, and Kaster tried to ask questions as he caught up, but he was only answered with low baying and an occasional toss of the large humanoid's head. The precision with which the beast moved through the maze was astounding as it never paused even once as it took corner after corner in quick succession. Kaster eventually could hear the sounds that had plagued him as he had wandered the maze begin to increase in volume, occasional splashes and what sounded like deep rich voices murmuring in the distance.

Soon, the dim light of the endless halls began to lighten as with every step it looked like he was getting closer and closer to leaving the labyrinth, which was an impossibility this far below the ground surely . . . But that distinct yellow sun-glow continued to brighten, and he could see it beaming off of the man-animal's fur as it turned one last corner and led Kaster into a surreal miracle.

The circular platea looked like it belonged in the middle of the most opulent palace on the planet. The whole scene was lit by some kind of circular mirror in the center, hanging a good four stories above the ground from the distant ceiling that sparkled with various colored glass panes. There were hundreds of smaller mirrors all arranged in geometric concentric circles that seemed to reflect light towards the center in a feat of seemingly impossible engineering.

But that was hardly the most impressive thing to Kaster. There were trees down here: leafy olive trees and even heavy branched willows that all were placed next to a stream that bubbled slowly through a cut stone channel in the center of the acre wide room. And strewn all about were signs of decadent opulence that astounded him. There were simple tents made from the finest silks, cushions placed on woven rugs near the grassy banks of the shore with golden bells sewn into the fringes, and elaborate oddly symmetrical sculptures dotting the landscape made of silver and glistening gems.

What Kaster couldn't wrap his mind around though, was the fact that his massive guide was not at all unique. More large bull-people dotted the landscape, some simply lounging by the edges of the river, while others worked in simple open air forges with tongs and hammers that seemed like toys grasped in their odd three fingered hoof-hands. Yet another pair of the animalistic people worked on sewing a seam in a long swath of intricate fabric, making gaudy clothes that looked like the multifaceted collection that the one leading him wore.

But despite all of the amazing artistry and and profound peace of the place, Kaster couldn't take his eyes off what was happening under an olive tree in the middle of the Arcadian setting. Underneath its shady boughs, a white bull-man dappled with brown leaned back, reclining on its elbows as another black pelted humanoid leaned in between his powerful thighs.

It took his well lubricated mind a few moments to make out what was happening as the black one's head pulled up again and again. Its broad pink animal tongue slathered out, and as he looked closer, Kaster had the sudden realization that it was lapping at the other bovine's enormous pointed animal cock that rose in a graceful tight and needy arc from its sheath and massive loose heavy testicles. The human's jaw dropped as he watched the reclining one reach forwards with its powerful arms, hands grabbing around the black one's horns and pulling it forwards into his crotch.

Kaster could see the black bull's tail swishing behind it, jerking its twitching anus from side to side as its pendulous testicles tightened and bobbed below it. The strange beast began to bob its massive head, wide rubbery lips sliding down the glistening shaft as its thick pink tongue licked out along the side with slurping sloppy strokes.

The brown and white bovine's eyes closed as it licked its lips, leaning back and mooing out in pleasure before grabbing the dark bull's horns and pulling its head down further over its long animal shaft. Bucking its hips, it thrust forwards, swabbing the back of the other needy bull's throat before bellowing out, pulling the animal down flush to its musky crotch as it came, every massive muscle tensing as it loosed its load into its companion's gullet. There was so much of the musky male essence that it leaked from the edges of the black bovine's lips before it pulled back, gasping, long pink tongue licking around its flexible lips in an insatiable manner. Soon, the dark bull cuddled up next to its partner and the odd couple embraced in the calming noise of the babbling stream.

Kaster was knocked out of his slack-jawed staring as his large gray furred guide clasped a massive hoof-hand around his shoulder and pulled him onwards with a thunderous guffaw that must have amounted to a bovine chuckle. Swallowing nervously as he clutched at his woven horn of jewels and wealth, Kaster couldn't get the image out of his mind of that black bull, getting pulled against the other huge beast's body even as its own rear was so very exposed in the air, heavy balls dangling as it serviced its . . . friend? Could these things have friends?

Of course, in his life Kaster had been with his masters a few times when he was learning the art of milling, or the basics of oration, but that had been so dispassionate when compared to what he had just witnessed. How could it possibly be that something inhuman could seem so passionate: utterly compatible with such public ministrations? He tried to clear his doubly addled mind as he was led along to one of the larger brightly colored tents that dotted the dreamlike landscape under its impossible artificial sun.

Some of the other bovines seemed to take note as he passed, and they watched him with evident interest as the large colorfully clad gray one opened the flap of the tent before him, ushering him into the smokey perfumed interior. Dual braziers burned by the entrance as his guide ducked under the flap as well lowering his head so his horns didn't catch on the gaudy orange red fabric, joining Kaster in the warm interior with plush carpets strewn on the floors and the dull orange glow soaking through the rich fabric walls.

Ahead of him, there was a massive table, as high as his chest, but simply carved in comparison to everything else in this place. There were a few polished wooden bowls on it, and papers all strewn about in seeming disarray. Seated behind it, there was another of the massive bovine-men, but this one was markedly different. Its sage-like adornments were even richer than what Kaster had seen outside, and gold chains stretched and jangled between its horns, dangling down to its pierced ears studded with rings and bejeweled studs. Although its taste in jewelery was rich, it wore no other clothes to speak of, and seemed quite comfortable with only its deep brown fur to cover it. It took a second to finish jotting something down with a fine pheasant feather quill clutched gracefully in its seemingly bulky fingers before looking up, eyes fixed directly on Kaster as his guide scooted him forwards, massive hand resting between his shoulder blades.

Not knowing exactly what to do, Kaster walked forwards and slowly proffered his basket of wealth to the somewhat regal looking figure, placing it up delicately on the high wooden table. Although the large brown creature's eyes rested briefly on the amassed treasure, it quickly turned to appraise the human himself. It was just so difficult to tell what it was thinking as its soulful long lashed eyes slowly surveyed his seemingly frail figure while Kaster swallowed nervously.

The dwarfed man haltingly tried to introduce himself, claiming to be a herald of the city, bearing down the wealth to those who lived below. For whatever reason, this drew only a bout of heavy animal laughter from both his guide and the patriarchal figure before him. Kaster watched the creature's wide lipped mouth move as it produced some strange lowing sounds and tossed its head. It was fairly obvious that the beasts shared some kind of language, but he had no clue what he was supposed to think of it. About to bow and respectfully leave the tent, Kaster was startled as the large beast stood up with surprising grace, its long legs stepping towards the human, who blushed as he looked away from the brown bull's animal sheath and swinging testes.

The placid faced animal knelt before him, its head still inches above his own as it placed its worn broad polished hoof fingers on his shoulders and stared into his face with its impossibly deep ebony eyes. Although Kaster couldn't quite understand the creature, he could tell that it didn't mean him any harm. The alcoholic haze that persisted in the back of his mind cut through his fear just enough for him to raise up his hand curiously and touch the side of the thing's animal head. One of its great long lashed eyelids closed as he felt the soft and yet scrubby fur under his fingertips.

He couldn't quite believe that what he was feeling was real, even as his hands slowly wandered over the strangely obliging creature's face. It seemed impossible to tear his eyes away from the sage's deep calm eyes as his curiosity got the better of him and his hands rubbed over the beast's cheek, feeling the tight muscle underneath as he ran his fingertips up towards the dark horns that protruded from the sides of its head. The bases of the smooth dark protrusions were surprisingly warm and polished to an almost mirror-like shine. The adorned creature tilted its head down to give him a better view, gold chains tinkling musically as Kaster gingerly ran his hands up and touched the elaborate precious bands that encircled them.

It was kind of hard to think straight in the cloyingly hot room with strands of exotic spiced smoke drifting around through the tent. But this place was oddly comfortable, and the contrast between where he was now and the stark barren labyrinth made this feel like a home he never knew he had before. His mind was slowly mulling over these thoughts as his hands wandered. It didn't seem unusual at all when the bovine face that he was exploring pushed in towards his, its hay scented breath puffing through bovine nostrils before it pressed its wet muzzle against him, tongue pushing past his lips into a strange and unexpected kiss.

Kaster's eyes widened as the massive tongue pressed into his mouth and licked up at his palate. The top was surprisingly rough even though the underside was more fleshy and smooth. The sage's hoof-hands wrapped around his head and pulled him closer, kissing him more passionately as Kaster slowly and clumsily began to reciprocate in a shocked and awkward fashion, small tongue lapping against the mammoth invader even as the pair of large dark bovine lips grasped at his face with a strange strong animal flexibility.

Was this right? It seemed so sudden, and the beast wasn't even human . . . but as their strange embracing kiss continued, Kaster cared less and less. He felt a strange pressure building up behind his face, like when you're about to sneeze, but it never quite happens. The odd discomfort was mitigated though by the polished hard digits of his sudden partner's hands caressing his temples, rubbing in slow tight circles, making Kaster moan a muted note of bliss into the creature's bovine muzzle as the sensation intensified.

Under the beast's careful fingers, dual nubs of flesh strained out on either side of Kaster's head. The man hardly noticed until the smooth tugging became an odd sliding glass-against-marble feeling that made him pull back, suddenly surprised. He raised up one of his hands as the brown bull in front of him looked forwards with calm expectation. Fingertips brushing through his hair, his head turned to the side quizzically feeling the strange smooth warm bumps and opening his mouth in a wordless question.

Smiling in a passive animal way, the well adorned beast stood up and reached back, pulling an ornate polished bronze mirror off of the wooden shelves in the corner and holding it up to the puzzled human. Kaster was unbelieving as he first saw the budding brown streaked horns on his head, still blunt and smooth, parting his flesh painlessly at their rounded bases. But as he studied his reflection closely, he was also unable to look away from what was happening further towards the entrance of the tent.

The silent massive gray bull that had been his initial guide was disrobing right behind him, letting the heavy colorful curtains of fabric slide from his body as he stretched his wide muscular neck from side to side. Kaster could smell something in the air that hadn't been there a second ago, and he watched in rapt fascination as the beast took one of its massive three fingered hoof-hands and reached down, tracing along the edge of its own thick animal sheath, a faint hint of pink flesh showing at the loose skinned fuzzy top of it.

This was just too much. It has to be some kind of strange dream, or a test, or something . . . But even as he tried to make sense of it, Kaster's tongue licked out across his lips and that heavy animal smell intensified. He could hear heavy hooves approaching behind him even as he tore his eyes away from the mirror and turned to find his face inches from the large gray animal's fuzzy maleness, with a little tuft of bristly fur at the end of his sheath.

These creatures had to be the ones that served those who lived below the city, just like the people who Kaster used to live with, but in a more direct way. If this was a test, then Kaster could think of no better way to show his devotion than to follow them . . . But even as his mind tried to justify his feelings with roundabout wisps of logic, the gray Goliath grabbed his head and pulled it in against his massive ponderously soft package.

Horns beginning to grow out further with every heady whiff, Kaster inhaled deeply against the base of his guide's sheath, with shock and surprise at first, but then with something approaching curiosity. The scents of saffron and sandalwood mixed with a deep masculine animal musk that made him begin to salivate. Body operating purely on instincts he didn't know he had, Kaster rubbed his cheek against the pillowy sensitive flesh, raising up his hands to cup the massive beast's heavy testes, tongue sliding out as he licked at them in one long wet hot sloppy stroke, eliciting a mrooing groan of pleasure from the gray bovine.

His lips began to thicken and sprout soft gray and brown stubble as he licked out again, lifting up one ponderous orb and letting it jostle down gently. As he lost himself in the bull's masculinity, the sage behind him smiled, standing up slowly and reaching in over him to unclasp the shoulder of his off-white toga, letting it fall uncontested to the ground as the human moaned and lapped in harder without pause. Kaster sucked and slathered the hot oblong orbs with his affection while the sage's smooth hard tipped hands ran over his body in a strange continuous massage. Wherever they touched, short bristly fur slowly filled in in their wake, damasked in a swirling blotchy pattern of hazel and slate.

The human's face was slowly changing as well, pressing out into a blunt muzzle as his nostril stretched out into huffing bovine slits even as his lips became more and more pliable, grasping at the perfumed tensile flesh almost of their own accord as his tongue became wider, developing a bristly texture as it combed against the thin velveteen of the lovely animal's testicles. His head pulsed and throbbed as his forming horns pressed out and thickened, coaxed outwards by the gray minotaur's tight firm grasping hands.

It was strange, a word coming unbidden into his mind as his ears began to twitch, rolling up sideways as they grew thicker and longer. "Minotaur." It just seemed right: so completely natural, a word to describe not what he was, but what he should be. The sage's hands slipped around him from behind, smooth fingers running under his armpits before rubbing against his pectorals. A deep rumble built up in his chest as the brown creature pulled itself against him, warm hard fingers pinching against his exposed nipples as they darkened, areolas widening as his muscles began to pulse and swell. The calm creature nibbled at his transforming ears as they continued to change, growing out even longer, flicking this way and that as they were teased into brushy tips by the sage's nibbling lips and rough tongue.

His skin prickled as it thickened and sprouted dense chestnut and slate fur, loosening up as his muscles bulged underneath. Oral ministrations moving upwards, he lapped up the side of the gray minotaur's taut heavy sheath, feeling the yielding flesh inside begin to stiffen as the pink spire pulsed out further with every beat of the creature's stout heart. Kaster lapped up the side of the growing animal erection, strange new-found instincts drawing him forwards as his face pressed out further and further into a pronounced bovine muzzle. Ears twitching he let loose a wordless moan, losing himself in a developing world of masculine wonder as his widening tongue pulsed and tingled in inexplicable need.

Behind him, the sage-like minotaur's steady hard fingered hands drew lower, massaging his now stockier hips before condensing and sliding down the small of his broadening back. Kaster's back stiffened as he felt the strange three fingered hand slip against his taint and then firmly grab his testes, squeezing them against each other in slow pulses. The skilled beast's other polished hoof-hand pressed between the cheeks of his ass, smooth warm protrusion lightly fingering his anus, drawing the pliant twitching skin this way and that in gentle but insistent tugs.

As Kaster leaned forwards, worshiping the musky beast's cock with his widening tongue, he could taste the slick salty pre that began to well out from the gray minotaur's pointed bovine tip. He groaned and panted as the sage behind him pressed against his asshole in smooth round circular motions, his other hand squeezing at Kaster's balls as they began to swell, growing full and sensitive as they bulged against his scrotum even as it darkened with a velvet dusting of ash and mahogany fur.

The guide's heavy three fingered hands reached down, tightly massaging his neck as Kaster lapped at the minotaur's magnificent maleness. The man's once scrawny physique was bulging, tendons straining under his skin as dense taut muscles formed, neck becoming broad and powerful, skin still pulsing with every lap of his needy tongue. The large bull's heavy testes patted against his chin as the growing man hunched over, now having to bend down to get at the creature's sumptuous package. The heavy incense laden air rang with his wet heady laps and changing bestial grunts of pleasure.

The panting human's body writhed in overloaded ecstasy as the silent brown-furred sage reached under his legs, sliding past his still bulging balls, reaching up and wrapping around his unattended erection with hard warm fingers that firmly squeezed. It was enough to cause Kaster to let out a garbled moo as the bejeweled minotaur pulled, squashing the human's needy member up against his now fuzzy belly. His body felt hot, flesh becoming warm and pliant, jostling in the skilled creature's hand as a warm loose roll of flesh slowly enveloped his cock. Egged on by the clenching hand that teased the forming tip of his bovine sheath, the sensuous hoof-hand pressed inside and fingered the leaking tip of his penis as it thinned down into something infinitely more sensitive: a glistening animal tool of penetration that pulsed in time with his throbbing heart as the changes surged back inside of him, passion welling through his body as his insides clenched and writhed.

The wise beast's other hoof-hand still teased his ass, fingering his tight hole lightly, stretching the pink quivering ring of flesh this way and that as his hips cracked out, pressing his anus into a more prominent bovine position. The prodding finger pulled up slightly, applying wriggling pressure at the base of his spine as, with a lurching crick, a bulge formed in his furry flesh, tugging this way and that, stretching his new bovine asshole as it pressed out further into the dark tufted nub of a bovine tail while the sage rubbed at the sensitive underside of its thick base.

Both of the bovine's broad bodies rubbed against him as they shamelessly teased and kneaded his changing form. Almost as if slowly dancing to an unheard tune, the animal duo slowly switched places, their hides scraping against Kaster's sides as his face followed his guide's crotch, giving the bovine's now fully erect member a few needy parting laps as it was pulled away from him, replaced by the beaming face of the sage, who licked out over his broad moist nose, kissing him briefly before reaching out and taking his hands in his own, the size of the broad hoofy digits dwarfing human fingers.

Behind him, the gray minotaur licked his lips, inspecting their new bovine companion's hindquarters with a lusty grunt of approval. But there was still much to do, and so he knelt down next to the changing man, hooves splayed out behind him as his wide muzzle sniffed around Kaster's sensitive sandaled feet. The curious tickling huffs of air made the man let out an odd low rumble of laughter, toes clenched as the beast slowly tugged his foot coverings off, letting Kaster's bare fleshy feet rest against the plush dense-weave carpet he stood on, stained a almost sepia color by the bright sunlight filtering through the edges of the richly colored tent.

The sage's eyes looked forwards into those of his sudden protege, deep, wide, and already soulfully bovine, with thick lashes that lengthened even as Kaster blinked slowly. The older brown minotaur began to knead the human's fingers together, grabbing them in his hands and squeezing with surprising dexterity as he also raised his arms, pulling Kaster back against him into a somewhat clumsy kiss. The human let out a groan as his own bulging package pressed against the sage's swelling maleness, and he could feel the other creature's hot long spire of flesh sandwiched between their own bellies as they ground against each other. Both of their warm balmy muzzles were perfectly matched, and the once human pressed his wet bovine nose in, heavy nostrils heaving as their lips grasped at each other while their tongues lewdly twined together with a warm squelch.

Below him, the gray guide stroked up the length of his foot with his rough sandpaper tongue, making the man raise his foot up, toes rubbing together in sensation as the minotaur grabbed his human appendage in both of his polished fingered hands. Massaging with forceful strokes of pressure, the burly creature slowly craned his neck down and engulfed Kaster's toes in his eager muzzle. His hot broad tongue ran between the human's toes, making him shudder against the strong chest of the sage even as the guide's mouth began to suck at the end of his foot with maddening pulling force, making the once-man's pointed ears pull back and writhe as his flesh began to feel hot and heavy.

While his passionate kiss continued, Kaster's hands began to tense and pulse as the jewel-spangled heavy hoof fingers rubbed at them. His four human fingers were pulled together, cracking and popping as they slowly merged into two stronger and thicker digits, topped by a darkening solid cap of chiseled hoof-like enamel. The sensations rattled through the bones in his arms as his new solid digits clacked against the sage's own, little taps and smooth grinding becoming an oddly comforting tattoo as his thumbs bulged out into a thickness to match his other new fingers.

Simultaneously, Kaster's toes were squeezed together in the balmy kiln of the powerful guide's grasping mouth. Some were slowly pulled to the side as others began to darken, nails welling out into the tips of strong dark cloven hooves. The experienced tongue licked up the sensitive cleft in his forming hoof, making the man's still lengthening tail twist and whip about behind him. Behind the rapidly swelling base, two dark nubs of his dewclaws formed as the guide teased the cutely sensitive lumps. Kaster's heel pulled up into a taut dark furred animal joint as the creature finally released the glistening new hoof from his mouth. It was unbelievable how comfortable it was to rest his increasing weight on the polished appendage even as the minotaur began to tease and nibble at his other still mostly human foot.

Kaster's hands were now wide and powerful: simple, yet surprisingly dexterous as they clenched against the sage's sure fingers. Their passionate kiss pulled on for a few more moments while Kaster's hips began to rock of their own accord, his bovine member sliding further out of his loose sheath with every panting sloppy lick, crushed against the sage's own slick cock as the gray minotaur below sucked and nibbled at his changing foot, bending it into a broad proud bull's hoof rising into a powerful taut animalistic leg.

It was so hard to keep up with what was happening, and the changing human was lost in a haze of bovine musk and burning pleasure as the gray minotaur slowly rose up to its knees behind him. One of the guide's three fingered hands grasped around the base of his ropey tail, feeling his spine pop out a few last times as it was pulled up, straining as it revealed his taut pink anus. Kaster's kiss with the sage was broken as he wheezed out a garbled moan of bliss, ears perking up as the burly guide leaned in, huffing against his backside before his wide rough tongue slipped out and rasped against the new minotaur's asshole.

Every lush tense stroke of the tongue made Kaster's senses light up as it stretched the edges of his exposed anus. His tail jerked and twitched, but was held firmly up by the strong hand of his lover as the gray beast's breath puffed out against the once human's tender flesh. The new damasked furred minotaur's head leaned back, eyes widening as he took in air in halting little gasps as the sage beamed towards him with a serene approving smile.

With gentle and yet firm finesse, the brown furred sage reached up and grabbed his horns, the click of hoof against them sending rattling jolts through Kaster's spine as his wide bovine head was slowly guided downwards. The changed man's gaze panned down past the creature's broad neck and strong pectorals, down to his belly and the bobbing tip of the sage's pink throbbing animal erection. As Kaster leaned down, his posterior pushed out behind him, giving the ravenous gray minotaur easier access while he rest his tongue against the plaint opening before pulsing forwards, stretching the ring of clenched flesh as he slowly sank inside of the man's writhing passage.

Kaster's bulky body shook as he clenched down on the wide muscular tongue, opening his maw in a wide lowing bellow of pleasure that was cut short as the sage ever so subtly guided his head down, teasing his rubbery gums with the tip of his tapering member. The heady flavor blazed through Kaster's senses as the sure hands grasped tightly around his horns puled him slightly lower, and he took the cock into his maw, suckling at it as he lapped out with his wide fleshy tongue. The sage let out a pleasured sigh, pressure of his arms loosening as Kaster bobbed down further of his own accord, sliding the tip of the bovine cock against his palate.

The guide behind him pumped his tongue slowly in and out of the changed man's prominent needfully squeezing ass, finally pressing in one last time with one pressured squelch of sensation, wriggling around against Kaster's clenching walls enough to make a single tear of pleasure roll from the corner of one of his long lashed eyes. Pulling back, the minotaur licked its chops, slowly rising to his broad hoofed feet, one powerful hand still raising up Kaster's tail as the other rest on his now wide hips. The bull leaned in, tip of his cock scraping up the back of the man's loose bovine testicles, leaving a clear trail of glistening quickly cooling pre. Fingertips tightening around the man's broad waist, he pulled back, throbbing member tracing up and pressing in at Kaster's glistening bull-hole.

Time seemed to slow down as the minotaur's cock slammed forwards, stretching Kaster's taut clenching ass wide around his girthy pole. Letting out a muffled bellow, the changed man's three fingered hands grasped in around the sage's waist as he continued to bob his head, sucking at his mentor's manhood with increasingly frenetic movements as his body rocked and shook while the guide's dick slammed into him again and again from behind. With every thrust, the gray minotaur tugged Kaster's tail this way and that, making the fledgeling minotaur's ass clamp and spasm as the ropey appendage was yanked forcefully.

Shifting his weight from hoof to hoof on the plush carpet under him, Kaster's own member bobbed about unattended below him, leaking out glistening strings of pre from his now fully unveiled mammoth erection. His pendulous bull's testicles hung heavily as his brown and gray furred form rocked back and forth again and again, beginning to tighten as a slow burning high pressured need began to build up in the pit of his stomach.

It felt so right to have his new powerful body sandwiched between these two pinnacles of masculinity: the sage gently steering his head down lower as the guide plowed deeper and deeper into his ass with steady determination. All thoughts of finding anything else below the city slowly drifted from his mind as he was tenderly and thoroughly fucked by his new beautiful bovine compatriots. He never wanted to leave this place, and was slowly beginning to understand that he'd never have to as his lips sucked hungrily at the stockier base of the sage's cock while his stuffed ass tensed and twisted in arrhythmic pulses of bliss.

Letting Kaster's tail go, the guide grabbed both sides of the once man's hips and began to thrust in in earnest, almost hilting himself with every go, grinding against Kaster's bovine prostate as their heavy balls patted together. Tufted tail writhing against the larger bull's hard abdomen, Kaster sucked in air through his wide wet nose, groaning in bliss around the cock lodged in his gullet as the sage pulled him down in longer harder up and down motions over his twitching shaft which leaked salty pre down the once man's throat.

The new minotaur's body sang out in needful ecstasy, his cock aching as it swung about below him, welling forth beads of pre as his prostate was tortuously prodded. Eyes closed, he almost gagged as he pushed down further with his heavy head, taking the sage's cock deep into the back of his throat, grasping around the loose fuzzy flesh of the beautiful beast's sheath with his dexterous lips. The sage grumbled out his approval, pulling against Kaster's horns as the sloppy wet tongue lapped over his shaft.

Purposely sliding over Kaster's mixed colored fur, the guide's heavy fingered hand ground forwards around his side. As the minotaur's thrusts became shorter and more intense, rocking their forms together, he rubbed down against the once human's belly in teasing circles, slipping down to grasp firmly around the thick base of his new long and pointed bovine prick. Polished fingers pumped up the tapering shaft in long purposeful strokes. He spread the copious pre along the length as he continued to fuck his needy protege with lovingly intense body rocking shoves.

Kaster's eyes shot open as the passion welled up inside of him. The guide pulled his huffing muzzle down flush with his musky crotch, cock arcing up inside of the young bovine's throat. Kaster's own cock jerked and tugged in the gray furred creature's grasp, crashing over the precipice of need as his entire body tensed, balls seething as his cock lanced out molten hot spurts of maleness that coated the intricately woven rug beneath him.

With his pounding orgasm, his tail pulled up and flicked wildly from side to side, anus clenching down with inhumanly powerful wrenching twists, making the gray bull slam in one last time, fingers digging into Kaster's hips as his own tortured cock jolted out waves of hot bull seed deep into the once man's twisting insides. On the other end, the sage let out a pleased bellow as his own massive testes tensed up and his member blasted out rich musky male essence straight down Kaster's pulsing throat.

They continued, bodies pressed together in the pinnacle of masculine bovine pleasure as each one of them drew the others on to new heights. Kaster huffed and lapped, licking up the sticky seed from the member in his maw as his entire lower half seemed to have a mind of its own, clenching and throbbing with every torrid thick pumping jolt of his member as his ass writhed around the gray bull's cock, milking it for every last spasmodic mote of its masculine essence while they lowed and pressed together in an impossible knot of deep musky animal pleasure.

Many heady musk-laden minutes later, once their passion had finally been sufficiently exhausted, the three minotaurs pulled apart slowly, gray and brown sliding slowly out of their dappled new consort. The smokey air inside the tent hung silently for a few moments as they composed themselves before the sage led their party out the back of the tent, Kaster having to duck his head as his new horns caught on the thick opulent fabric.

The three of them made their way down to the stream that flowed through the strange Arcadian setting, slowly wading into the waist high water and helping each other wash up after their passionate ordeal. Many of the other minotaurs came to watch the new member of their tribe from the banks, some being so bold as to even wade in and help scrub over Kaster's muscular gray and brown form, exchanging wordless greetings in the body-wide language of their people.

With a burgeoning sense of belonging to something greater than himself, Kaster got to know his new compatriots as they introduced themselves and satiated their curiosity about their new cohort, wanting to know what crafts he would practice as well as many of the virile males expressing interest in getting to know him more personally. The new minotaur talked as he thought, laughing as he splashed in the brook with the other muscular bovines. If he could find a stove and some of the sachets of spices that were rolled down as offerings, he could bake something that would be fit for a king, or even a god . . .