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"So like ... you wanna hang out in a cornfield?"

Cherno was visibly skeptical of Mahiri's continued enthusiasm for something that sounded like a standard fall fair kind of thing. Maybe it was growing up in a small town, but the buck didn't have much faith in such an event being a good use of a crisp autumn evening. But that leopard was enthusiastic. Cherno rarely saw him so animated.

"What? No! It's like a whole big thing! You haven't seen the construction going on over there?"

The deer shrugged. "I mean, I saw some cranes. I didn't realize there was that much work going into just like a temporary thing."

Mahiri nodded. "Yeah, it's like - well, you know the club owner? Big gal, kinda wild? I think this is a big deal for her and such. You know. She's pretty big on the whole minotaur mythology thing. I think she's always wanted to have a maze of her own."

"That's kind of weird." Cherno blinked. "And you said there were, like, monsters or something? And traps?"

"I really don't know!" Mahiri was beaming. "I think there are people who chase you around or something. You know, just for fun!"

"Mahiri." Cherno gave a lingering glare. "Why do you think I would find that fun."

The seriousness of the question gave the leopard pause for a moment, awkward silence falling over him before he hesitantly answered.

"Oh, uh, well I didn't really think about ..."

Cherno just stuck his tongue out and poked the feline in the shoulder. "Oh relax, silly carnivore. I'm just messing with you."

"Okay phew. Just for that you totally have to do this with me."

"Alright, alright kitty. If you're so sure, let's check it out."

They got dressed in their suitable fall outfits, putting on their scarves and jackets to ward off the increasing chill that was coming with the advancing weeks. It was just getting dark when they arrived at the fair, meaning that a lot of the activities were already closed down. Cherno found the whole thing eerie, looking out over the empty kiosks, the shacks advertising various deep-fried monstrosities with no one there to sell them. At least the food (and lingering smell of hot oil) reminded him of his much warmer home, something he pined for when the wind made him pull his scarf tighter around his neck until it was like a noose. It was hard to resist the feline's enthusiasm, and he was following right along that swishing spotty tail despite the growing feeling of being somewhere he wasn't supposed to be.

Some of his doubt melted away when he laid eyes upon the great stone behemoth that lurked at the back of the fairgrounds. It was partly hidden, not quite visible from the road, but he was nonetheless wondering how on earth he had missed it. Far from some portable, novelty maze to go along with the rest of the kiddy rides, it looked like something that had been there for centuries. Maybe it was just a keen eye for detail and decoration, but it was hard to believe that towering structure, with its crackled stone walls interwoven with strands of what looked like real ivy, had somehow been constructed in the span of a few weeks.

Over the darkened entrance, there was a grand, wooden sign painted with elaborate lettering.

MINOTAUR'S MAZE

Below that, in less elaborate, but still bold letters, there was more.

Adults only.

"What that ... how did ...?" came Cherno's baffled muttering.

Mahiri just shrugged. "Your guess is good as mine. Underworld connections? Would explain the guy out front."

The only attendant, and seemingly one of the only people even left in the park was a gruff-looking black wolf. Tall and heavy-set, he was leaning against one of those tremendous walls, arms-folded, smoking a cigar. He gave a toothy grin, biting deep into his cigar, when he saw the two girly guys approaching, but didn't say anything. Just kept leaning there looking like a tough guy.

"More like underworld connections," Cherno mused.

"I mean. Maybe." Mahiri hadn't lost his excited smile. "So, you're still coming inside, right?"

The buck stood staring up at the elaborate slab of what looked like carved stone. It had to be made of concrete or something, right? It was dark inside, but he could see a distant light flickering, casting mysterious shadows over things he couldn't quite perceive. Something about staring into that deep tunnel before him made his heart leap, filled him with a sense of danger and dread like he ought to simply turn tail and head on home right that very moment. He gave a long look before answering.

"Well, we've come this far. And I admit I'm curious."

"Cherno, that kills people. Or at least cat people."

"Ha."

Mahiri gave his cervine friend a big poke on the chest, sticking his tongue out.

"We're so doing it. Come on!" The leopard approached the front, waving a hand to the big attendant. "Um. Two please."

He didn't get anything back aside from a nod. No introduction, no warnings, just that continuous glare and grin like something was terribly funny to him. Still, he wasn't going to let that rattle his sense of wonderment. With the buck closely behind, he took the first step into the mysterious labyrinth, delighting in the way his footsteps echoed along the walls. Cherno's hooves were even louder, the sound bouncing back and forth for several seconds with each clop to the hard floor. The place sounded huge, and the floor sounded hollow. Like there were several more stories hidden beneath him. It all felt surreal, not helped by the only source of light being burning torches mounted on the wall. A faintly smoky burning smell pervaded everything. He was left to wonder if that was safe in a confined space, but there seemed to be some sort of airflow coming from somewhere.

The walls weren't simply bare stone, either. They were coated in what looked like ancient paintings, like something he might have seen on an old tapestry or something. They depicted various weapon-wielding figures on the march, as well other scenes he couldn't quite parse. The dress was ancient and the language that went with them was something he didn't recognize. He followed Mahiri, reading along with the visual stories. They all had a recurring theme. No matter how they started, each group seemed to end up dead. Their crudely-painted bodies were depicted mangled and broken, or simply turned to skeletons as if by magic.

And at the end of each tale, there was a monstrous figure that stood victorious over all the warriors sent to confront it. A great big bull, crushing skulls under-hoof, or gnawing upon the bones of the fallen heroes, or so on. Its depiction was stylized, making it look more monster than person, and though it was all just a bunch of set dressing Cherno couldn't help but lose himself in imagining what it would have been like. To march in heavily armed and prepared, only to be scattered and crushed by the bulk of some bovine terror, devoured and gone like so many before them. And maybe he was letting his imagination run away with things, but he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, either.

When he noticed just how far Mahiri had wandered off ahead, he went trotting along to catch up. In his haste, he didn't notice the slightly raised spot on the floor. It sank in beneath his hoof when he stepped on it, producing the sound of shifting and grinding. He halted where he was out of surprise, watching dust rising from a previously unseen crack in the wall. And then he leapt back just as something large and metallic went slicing across the hall right in front of him. It produced a sharp scraping noise, like a knife being sharpened as it swung past, leaving Cherno feeling like he'd been inches away from being chopping in two.

Until he actually looked at the trap anyway. Despite the sound, and it was soft and squishy, a foam mockup of a deadly blade. He squeezed at it briefly, annoyed both at the jumpscare and his own reaction, before it retracted back into the wall. The leopard was looking delighted, gleaming at him when he looked back up.

"Careful! Don't die!"

"Geez, that sounded real at first. What was that? Some sort of hidden loudspeaker just to make it spookier?"

"I mean, I wouldn't put it past her. She doesn't half-ass things. Come on! We've got our first choice to make up ahead. Let's see how long we can survive. Oooo!"

The buck trotted after the cat, coming up to his side and looking at the intersection ahead of them. There were three paths they could take, none of them looking particularly promising at first glance. Just darkness and shadows. The torches were still burning every few steps, as if freshly renewed, showing no sign of drooping. The heat of all that fire was starting to get to him, making him tug at his coat and scarf, loosening them. It was a whole lot warmer inside the labyrinth than it was outside.

After considering for a short while, Cherno just shrugged and stepped forward.

"Isn't there a trick to this? Always go left or something?"

"I thought it was right."

After a moment's consideration, glancing back and forth between those two options, Cherno instead shrugged and stepped forward. That prompted an excited little giggle from the leopard.

"Ooh. Wild card!"

"This is admittedly pretty cool. I don't think I mind getting lost. That guy at the front will come look for us if we get lost or something, right?"

Mahiri gave an elaborate shrug. "Dunno! That's why it's fun!"

It wasn't long after a little more uneventful exploring that they came across another branching path. And then another. And another. It was a maze after all. But it was starting to truly astound Cherno how far they were actually travelling. He hadn't seen the full size of the maze from above, but with no end in sight, no windows, no way of seeing the sky to navigate by the stars, he was starting to wonder if they were ever going to see the end of it. It maybe didn't help that they were making their decisions totally at random, just wandering down whatever path struck their instincts first.

They were walking pretty much right next to each other, though in his enthusiasm Mahiri was striding slightly ahead. That meant his catlike reflexes had him jumping back and grabbing Cherno just in time to keep him from tumbling down a trapdoor that opened suddenly before them as soon as Mahiri set a single toe upon it. They were left listening to the door swinging and creaking until they steadied themselves. Then they could chance a look down into the void below. It was too dark to tell how far it actually went.

"That seems like a little much. Someone could get hurt." Cherno stood by the edge, tempted to spit or something just to listen for the echo.

"I don't think she's super concerned about that. Anyway, this probably means we're going the right way! You don't trap a dead end. I don't think."

Before he could explain any further, he slightly startled the buck by leaping across the gap with ease, landing deftly on his feet like the cat he was. It wasn't much of a leap for the deer either, who stepped back for momentum and then flung himself forward, the echo of his hooves resonating up from the pit behind him when he landed.

"Graceful as a doe," Mahiri teased.

"Shaddup."

The slight exertion hadn't winded him or anything, but it did make Cherno realize just how warm he was getting in there. It was enough to make him unwind his scarf, leaving it draped around his shoulders, and unzip his coat. Even that didn't feel adequate after a little more strolling, prompting him to start stripping down to just a t-shirt, carrying his coat over one arm. With the other, he wiped at his forehead. Mahiri followed suit, exposing some spots, radiating a bit of heat as they trudged on together.

"Feels like it's still summer in here," Cherno noted. "Maybe they trapped all the hot air from last month."

"I guess that means we're close to the middle. Halfway there! Maybe!" The cat's optimism couldn't be dashed.

"If we're lucky. Didn't you say there were supposed to be monsters, or something? People in suits, I'm guessing."

Mahiri stopped. "What? You mean you don't hear that?"

That made Cherno halt where he was. He furrowed his brow. "Shut up."

"No, really. Shush for a sec."

The buck stayed silent, even holding his breath. Maybe he was just riled up, or rattled from the surprises so far, but he could feel his pulse in his ears. And when he listened hard enough, what he thought was just the echo of his own hooves was in fact another pair. Someone was trotting after them, and they weren't slow. Nor were they small, judging by the weight such heavy thumps implied. He looked back, seeing nothing but flickering shadows, and then to the cat again, silently asking him what to do. And of course Mahiri looked all kinds of excited.

The cat led the way, twisting this way or that whenever they came to a turn. He was moving quicker and quicker, not quite at a run but nearly jogging. Striding, for certain. The acceleration was starting to make Cherno sweat, and the leopard wasn't immune to the heat either. They were panting together was they dashed around and around, following the curves and corners, until it was evident they were just winding around the same path, coming to an inevitable dead end. One made more literal by the dusty old equine skeleton prop hanging from the otherwise bare wall, dual torches glinting in its empty eye sockets. The shadows made it look a little too real.

When they turned to go back the way they came, the walls moved. Cherno leapt in surprise, and Mahiri was barely any less startled. Despite how solid the stone walls seemed to be, it moved fast enough to slam shut a few paces back from them, kicking up dust and making the torches flicker and nearly go out from the resulting gust of air. They were left trapped, glancing at each other. Cherno had never thought he was claustrophobic, but caught in those limited confines, he was starting to fidget, and then eventually pace back and forth.

"Must be some kind of puzzle," Mahiri mumbled, poking around at the walls for a loose brick.

"I'm not a big fan of this," Cherno huffed.

"It's fine, there's probably ..."

Before he could even finish his sentence, another section of the wall, different from the way they came, swung up loudly. Cherno cast the cat a quizzical look.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing! That wasn't -"

He stopped mid-sentence when they heard the sound of hooves again. They were getting closer, and before they could speculate who was coming, she stepped into the torchlight, her bulk taking up most of the tunnel, her horns near to scratching against the walls. The boys stood at attention, staring over the massive figure who approached them. Neither of them moved much.

Taking the idea of the minotaur in the maze to an extreme, the broad bovine was barely clothed, wearing nothing more than a seemingly leather loincloth. She had feline-shaped skull affixed to a big-buckled belt, the macabre decoration sitting right over her crotch. Aside from that, she was totally nude, her black and white hide glistening with sweat thicker than raindrops, running down her hefty body. She was a cow, but even with those firm tits fully exposed, near the size of their heads each, she looked more like a bull. The horns were one thing. Even more convincing was all all the muscle packed onto that enormous body, rigid and bulky where she wasn't simply fat. It all made for a figure that looked like she ought to be denting the ground beneath her just by standing on it.

Planting her hands on her wide hips, she swished her tufted tail, cleared her throat, and offered them a greeting.

"Howdy motherfuckers."

Mahiri evidently didn't find anything unusual about the sight. He was nearly bouncing as he looked her over, certainly approving of her mythological outfit.

"Oh, hey Hera. Looking good!"

Cherno was meanwhile staring. He didn't mean to be rude. It wasn't like he'd never seen breasts before. He just didn't usually find himself actually liking them. Hera was sporting what was absolutely the biggest pair he had ever seen in his entire life. Two great big black tits, covered in short-furred cowhide, topped by soft brown nips. He wasn't sure what it was about her. Maybe just her size, or the pomp and confidence with which she carried herself, but seeing her standing there, literally dripping sweat to the point he could hear it pattering on the ground was starting to make him even warmer than he already was.

He was still left wondering what was going on. And he was even more confused when she whipped around with a swish of her tufted tail, giving them both an ample view of her massive ass, barely covered by that simple garment. A mix of muscle and simply jiggling heft, those two cheeks were all but perfectly round. Watching them faintly sway with the sudden movement, Cherno was already imagining how heavy that booty must have been. Maybe near to half his entire weight, or more. Math wasn't his strong suit when he was confusedly worked up.

Hera didn't say another word until she accomplished her task. And that was grabbing at a hidden lever, giving it a yank and making the walls start shifting once again. This time, it was closing off her entry point. That left buck and leopard alike with no escape from the musky minotaur. Just being in that confined, torchlit space with her, Cherno could smell the sweat upon her. It was a rich, rather masculine aroma, one that was refined in such a way as to be immediately arousing. Never had such a potent personal scent been so enjoyable to him that he immediately wanted more.

He wondered if Mahiri had noticed. One glance at the cat and it was obvious. Mahiri was all narrow-eyed, wearing a silly smirk, swishing his tail, softly smirking as he started to purr. Cherno had heard that before. Not just any purr, but a specific one. A certain tone that so easily betrayed that the leopard was getting horny. That, along with the expression that was growing on the cat's face told the buck that he wasn't going to be of any help in dealing with the towering bovine looming large above them, threatening simply by existing in such close quarters.

Hera simply snorted when she saw them staring.

"I'm thinking you both were out looking for some place to cuddle up and fuck tonight. Well, looks like I stumbled across your girly asses first."

Cherno didn't say anything in response, so Mahiri did the talking for him.

"Oh, no actually! We can do that at home. We just wanted to see the maze! It's ... well, it's huge! Like you."

That made the cow smirk. She stepped a little closer, making Cherno flinch slightly. He was right at breast height with her, just sort of staring into her nipple while she loomed. Before replying, she ran her thick fingers through Mahiri's hair, tugging the long red locks out and letting them flutter down to his shoulders. All that got out of the leopard was his continuous purring. But Cherno remained wary, watching that big cow and wondering just what this was all about. His patience finally wore thin, and he cleared his throat.

"So, is this ... part of the maze? Getting caught? Do we lose now?" His voice had a sense of urgency to it, like he had somewhere to be.

"Guess so. You walked into the minotaur's maze, and you weren't good enough to get out before she found ya. Now I get to do what I want. Them's the rules."

Cherno managed only a brief, confused stare up at her before he felt one of her tremendous arms wrapping around him. He felt her bicep flexing up against the back of his head, felt her tugging him inwards, and soon the generous dose of her musk he was already getting kicked into maximum overdrive. Startled by her sudden movement, he didn't even have time to turn his head before he got his muzzle mashed right up into her sweat-drenched armpit, feeling the salty stuff running smooth down his chin and cheeks as he got utterly immersed in her rich, semi-masculine bovine scent. It washed through all his senses and stunned him on his hooves.

"Suck it in, boys. Let's drown out those fruity scents of yours," she teased, adding an insistent squeeze to her words just to ensure they really had no choice.

Mahiri was getting much the same treatment. Except he wasn't as squirmy. He nestled right into Hera's other pit, getting his features soaked and matted. His usual pristine look was swiftly ruined, his fur smeared and mussed as he got slathered in heavy, steaming bovine sweat. She didn't even have to tell him to start licking before he was servicing that potent source of musk, massaging it with his tingly tongue as he dragged in long, deep breaths to saturate himself with the scent of minotaur. That title was starting to fit her better and better the more she asserted herself with the two poor lost adventurers in her maze. It was easy to forget they weren't caught up in a real myth.

Cherno didn't quite reduce himself to shamelessly sucking the sweat right out from under Hera's arm, but he couldn't help but taste it a little bit for himself. Just a small swipe of his tongue, despite basically being forced into the spot. He was curious. And she tasted good. Intense. Hot. But there was something to her flavour that was making his pants a little tighter, was making him beyond just warm, but outright hot, starting to sweat himself. And in the confined space, the heat was only getting more intense.

"That's it," Hera huffed, squeezing just a little tighter. She was squishy enough that they weren't crushed, but she probably could have done some damage if she really tried. "Knew as soon as I saw them juicy asses swishing through the maze I needed a piece. Keep treating me like a goddamn queen and maybe I won't break you two into four before I'm done with y'all."

That made Cherno blush, more than he was already. He wasn't sure if it was worship exactly, those tentative slurps he was giving. Mahiri's slutty attention could definitely be called that though. He was pretty well drinking down mouthfuls of that cow sweat as he smothered himself in musky pit, barely even having to be squeezed on to stay there. Even Cherno's small flicks of tongue were getting great beads of perspiration welling upon on his lips, and eventually he had it in his mouth, taking in a potent dose of that arousing flavour until it was making him just a little horny.

He still wasn't sure how he really felt. She was masculine in a way that appealed to him on the one hand, but he still wasn't exactly experienced with anyone outside of his own particular genital configuration. One of her titanic breasts was right next to his head, and that simply wasn't something he had ever really considered attractive. Even if the immodest size was at least fascinating, if not exactly his 'thing'. He was going to have to make up his mind soon though, because once she was satisfied with their slick attention, she had them by the hair and the back of the head, forcing them up against those tits with enough strength they really had no choice but to get well-acquainted with her bust.

Each breast was bigger than one of their heads, and they found their muzzles meeting in her cleavage at first, hitting a particular reserve of sweat before she pulled them back out and got them where she wanted. That meant their lips were each upon one of those soft brown nips, perked but less firm than the rest of her hard body. She just rubbed them against their faces at first, working them up, making them more solid, until a fresh, creamy taste came to their tongues as she began to leak fresh milk. Just in case they forgot she was a cow, despite her heft and muscle.

"Reckon two skinny sissies like you might could use a drink," she rumbled, her voice deeper. "It'll make y'all grow up big and strong like me."

She kept her palm on the back of their heads, keeping them shoved against her breasts. Either it was suck those tits or just let the milk dribble down their chins. Mahiri of course was the eager cat with the cream, wrapping up tight to that teat and guzzling from her, taking every drop, every glurking throatful she would give him, swallowing it all down in steady gulps as he closed his eyes in bliss. Cherno couldn't resist. There was something so enticing about the warm, fresh stuff straight from the cow. It had a sweetness he'd never noticed in ordinary milk, something that soothed him as he drank it, like he could just settle down for a nap after filling his belly with the stuff.

"Look at you two. Pretty little titsucking girlyboys. Knew you'd like it. You just needed some big tits like these to distract you from sucking each other's dicks."

Hera continued stroking at their hair as they drank from her, letting them get a long, heavy meal out of it, until they were full and sloshing some. The noise got more noticeable when she gave a yank, tugging their heads back, making the cream in their bellies bounce and jostle. Cherno couldn't help a small, embarrassing belch. He could hardly believe what he was doing. Nothing even seemed real, thanks to the dim lighting and their strange, fantastical surroundings. He was doing things would never have normally enjoyed. And even if some part of him was still uncomfortable, he was hard. Fully, throbbingly so, bulging in his pants. No way she hadn't noticed that.

Mahiri was meanwhile pretty much broken. He was staring up at her with wide-eyed adoration, like she was his sun and stars. All it took was a bit of assertiveness, some physical force from someone bigger and hornier than him, and he was near to on his knees before her. She pointed at the floor, then gave his chest a shove, and he complied by collapsing like a sack of spotted potatoes, sliding down the wall and purring his way to her hooves, one of which she soon planted dominantly on his chest. It wasn't exactly crushing him or anything, most of her weight balanced on the other, but she was keeping him down while she addressed the more reserved cervine.

"Cat's getting the idea, but something ain't right with you." she bluntly pointed out. "Your dick's hard as fuck but you don't look real happy about it. Something got you fussed?"

He wasn't even sure what to say. He tentatively shrugged and didn't quite meet her gaze at first. Milk was still running from his lower lip. His belly was full. And he was just so incredibly aroused, at least physically. But there was still that uncertainty of doing something with someone who wasn't quite built like he was used to. He couldn't look away from her for too long before she had him by the chin, turning his muzzle back to face hers as she leaned down and smooched him on the lips.

"Right, I get it. Not quite what you're used to. But take a whiff of this and tell me I'm not as much a stud as any bull, how bout?" She kept him pinned the wall as she spoke, keeping her chest against his face, smothering him in cleavage while she reached down to toy with her loincloth.

The skull attached to her belt clattered as she loosened the string of the loincloth beneath it, prying that sweat-rag from her haunches and leaving it to drip. The leather cloth had absorbed near to every single drop of sweat that flowed from around her crotch, leaving it more like a sopping rag than a piece of clothing. She lifted it up and didn't hesitate to introduce it to Cherno's face. Just a hard shove of that soaking fabric right up against his muzzle until it overtook his nostrils and left him with nothing to breath but overwhelmingly musky bovine, fresh sweat squeezed right from the leather and into his mouth to imbue and intoxicate him with her erotic scent.

Of course he liked it. She smelled just like a horny bull. Her sweat was rich with pheromones, and he was drinking it right down as she continued shoving. She wasn't content to simply smother him with it. She was all but feeding it to him, forcing it into his mouth so he could drink the absorbed heat and flavour right from it. Maybe it was how pushy she was being, or just how much she intimidated him, but the longer he tasted her essence the more he found himself wanting to do just as he was told. So he sucked on that cloth, squeezing it like a sponge inside his mouth, letting it coat and saturate his senses until it was the only thing he could taste or smell. He was weak in the knees before her the longer she forcefed him her own loincloth.

The shift in his demeanour must have been obvious, because he was putting a smile on the great cow's face. She teased him in an overly theatrical voice. "Hallelujah, he's seen the light! And there's more where that came from, honey."

Satisfied that he was broken in enough, she allowed him to spit out that gag of bundled leather and gasp for a while, leaving him drooling just a bit. He couldn't' tell if that was saliva or sweat running down his chin, but it tasted like the latter. His body was shaky all over, and he couldn't really stand up to her strength at his best. Much less in that state. So when she gave his shoulders a heavy shove, he sank down to the floor right alongside the pinned leopard, snuggling right up to his side to join him in musk-drunk submission, his lingering discomfort with the whole situation softened by the feline's calming purrs.

From his position pinned against the wall by her bosom, he hadn't really managed to get a good look at what she was sporting. Her masculine scent and structure made a little more sense when he saw that fat pair of bovine balls swinging up between her iron thighs. She had a dick like a horse, fat and flared, mottled black and pink. It was dribbling down a steady strand of pre that reached nearly to the floor. Her sack was sweaty, right along with her taint. But he couldn't fixate on all that gear too long when an even bigger asset was on display. The cow's broad, bare backside was enormous even on a frame like hers, padded with fat and muscle, firm but not without a sexy jiggle whenever she moved at all. And it was coming right for them.

"Time to test how good of seats you soft boys can make. Don't worry about me crushing ya. I'll try and keep my balance."

That was all the warning they both got before she brought her weight right down upon both their muzzles. That meant a cheek for each of them, pressed heavy against their lips and offering them the perfect opportunity to kiss her fat ass. She braced herself on the wall just to ensured she wasn't fully sitting on them, balancing on her hooves in a low sweat and just bouncing that tremendous booty on the features for a while, letting them feel its heft wobbling on impact with their pretty faces. Heady gobs of sweat flung off in all directions on impact, marking down the labyrinth in the scent of minotaur. More than it was already.

She couldn't just twerk upon their faces forever though. She needed more than that. And so she made her decision, and went down hard upon the leopard's muzzle first, wedging it up tight between her cheeks until he was completely buried in rump. She had him wrapped in her backside right past the ears, leaving him kissing against her asshole and utterly smothered. That meant she could sit down heavier, giving Cherno plenty of cheek while she immersed the leopard. He couldn't breathe in the slightest, but that didn't mean he wasn't licking. No hesitation, just sultry, tingly drags of his feline tongue along that soft rim, slathering it in his spit while he cleaned the sweat from its surface. And for that, he got a satisfied grunt that could have even been called a moo.

Hera wasn't letting him up. He wasn't even trying to draw air, focusing on the worship of that perfectly huge ass, but Cherno had to be concerned for the feline as the seconds turned to a full minute. And then two. He was slowing, weakening as she sat on him, not moving much at all but for some flexes of her muscles as she got even more worked up from the adoring attention beneath her tufted tail. He was drooling, still purring, but softer, weaker as the seconds rolled on and he was given nothing but hot and sweaty bovine booty to huff for all his air-related needs. As much as he loved it, it wasn't enough to sustain him, and his head was starting to roll back as his body neared unconsciousness, arms slumping down by his side.

Cherno was in no position to protest, but it didn't prove necessary. Just before the leopard passed out beneath her rump, she let up with a heft of her heavy hips. He gasped out as if suddenly awoken, coughing briefly and wiping the sweat off his muzzle. He could barely move, and could rise from his position, but he didn't complain as he refilled his lungs. The air was still thick with Hera's scent, but there was air enough in time. Despite the confined space, fresher outside air was flowing in from somewhere, though it did nothing to lessen the heat around them. Her sweat was only getting heavier as she got worked up from their attention, leaving it raining down on their bodies as she covered them from head to waist in the cheeks of her ass.

Of course it was the buck's turn next. Hera didn't even warn him before she getting him in position. And that was with his nose tucked right under her lifted tail, snug in that sweaty space, while his muzzle got overtaken by her rim. It flexed against his lips as he kissed it, reacting almost automatically. He smooched and nibbled, extending his tongue to press forward until he was eating out that fat hind end, casting aside all his inhibitions to simply pleasure that dominant bovine as she grunted on top his face. He closed his eyes and thought only of the sensations, of her musk taking over his senses and making him simply want to blow his load in the pants she hadn't even let him take off yet. He'd leaked enough to add up to an orgasm, and he was only getting wetter while he pushed his slurper in and out of her glistening backside, breathing nothing but her butt as she shoved her cheeks right down to the floor around his head, trapping him within while she turned attention back to the leopard.

He was still recovering, still gasping and refilling his lungs while she sat upon his friend, his cheek against her hip. She took him by the collar and tugged him upwards, bringing him to his knees with no effort of his own. He was flopping about in her grip, nearly collapsing again but kept up by her hold on him, left staring into her brightly shining eyes as the fire flickered in them. He didn't say anything, only whimpered a little bit once he'd caught his breath. Something about the way she was looking at him was making him a little squirmy. Especially when she drew that broad tongue of hers across her lips, revealing just how copiously her saliva was flowing.

Just to clear up his doubt and caution, she made it clear to him exactly what she was thinking.

"Bet a fem-cat like you is tasty. Probably hardly even count as meat. Bitch like you, you're more a salad."

She leaned closer. He flinched slightly, so she tsked him.

"Don't you go getting timid on me now. I know the thought of me melting you in my big gut makes you rumble. Go on now. Give me one of those sweet purrs."

She rubbed across his chest and belly, lifting up his sweat-stained shirt in the process to get at his bare fur. He cuddled against her touches, start to rumble from the attention as she stripped him. First his top, and then she was working on his bottoms. Pulling on his cock a few times, but mostly focused on getting in his face, letting him waft in her extra-heated breath, steaming up against his face and in his nose. His expression became less nervous and more a simple smirk of submission. And once he was properly naked, he didn't even squirm much when she snatched the back of his head and shoved him closer, letting him gaze into her open mouth. That was when he couldn't help but start those feline vibrations back up, the attention bringing it out of him whether he meant for it to happen or not.

"That's the stuff," she told him after he'd had an extended gaze into the darkness. "Can't wait to feel those rumbles getting silent when I really get to gurgling on your spotty hide. Get ready, now."

Cherno wasn't seeing any of it, caught up in the smother she was giving him until his lungs were burning. She let him up for just a few seconds just to be sure he didn't faint on her, but she wasn't letting him free yet. She thunked back down to apply a second dosage of sweaty bovine ass, and as much as the buck was struggling to get enough air he didn't stop eating her out. He was so focused he didn't even hear it when she stuffed the kitty's muzzle into her jaws, nibbling on his features as she wetly overtook his face, drooling hard as she got the first real sample of the flavour she was about to claim as her own.

If there was any doubt she was really eating him, she eliminated it with the first gulp. That left his muzzle bulging in her gullet, but it wasn't much a strain for her. Even his shoulders, squeezing inwards as she ingested him weren't much trouble for a hungry minotaur like her. She was humping on the buck's face below as she ate the cat, shoving hard and hardly sparing any time for savouring. Spot after spot, she made him disappear between her thick lips, nibbling here and there with flat teeth but mostly set on swallowing her way down his spine and belly, feeling the slight slosh as she squished her lower teeth against the load of milk she'd provided.

Soon she had her hands upon his hips, using that grip to force him down deep enough he could hear her stomach rumbling. None of it was enough to make him stop purring. He was far too intoxicated, far too caught up in the pleasure of submitting to such a big and powerful predator like her. His cock was hard enough that even the slightest slurp of her broad, extended tongue was making him spurt pre. She gave him some slurps for a while, but she kept eating her way down his body, until his thick and spotted ass was framed between her lips. Only then did she pause her consumption, tilting her head back and holding onto his thighs, his dick planted right down the middle of her tongue while she gripped him.

She licked at him, keeping the pleasure going and the pre flowing, but that was only a drop in the bucket compared to what her teeth were doing. With that plump ass of his between her lips, she couldn't help but chew on it a while. Her teeth weren't quite entirely bovine, mostly flat but with four pointed canines among them. Her gnawing didn't pierce his skin, but she tenderized him plenty. She turned him to the side, nibbled on him from every angle, getting harsh and rough with it to the point that it was probably bruising him. He could only jump and squirm for her, kicking those legs a little, making his ass flex against her teeth, and despite the dull pain, just being used like a chewtoy while hip-deep in bovine throat was finally enough for him to cum.

He shot it right over his belly and into her gullet, pouring so thick some even managed to well up and trickle over the cow's lower lip. She wasn't having that. Before he even finished, she shoved her tongue hard against his taint, and gobbled down the rest of him in a matter of seconds. His cock went gliding down her gullet, bulging in her hide before its outline vanished behind her tits. The stimulation of a slimy throat rubbing over him as he climaxed was enough to bring some silly muffled sounds out of him, nearly screams. The whole way down, he was just twitching, shaking, writhing, cumming his brains out until he'd emptied what felt like an entire gallon from his swollen, clenching nuts. He was marinating in it all the way down, left soaked and steaming once he was finally deposited in her heated stomach with a messy plop.

Cherno felt the shift in weight, nearly stuffing his muzzle right up the cow's ass like a dildo. He was reaching the end of his stamina. His licks had become barely more than vague bobs of his tongue by then, and he was close to fainting, his body twitching out of his control. As tempting as it surely was to smother him until his hooves stopped kicking, she let him up, prying him out from beneath her tail with a heft of her body. All the movement was jiggling her prey-filled belly around, and that brought forth a hefty belch. It rumbled and echoed through the dead end, and set in motion some heavy gurgles as she set to working over the juicy leopard in her gut right in front of his friend.

Cherno wasn't seeing at first, just wiping at his moistened eyes and catching his breath, choking on the sweat in his throat at first. When he saw the bulges moving around beneath the cow's hard, shining hide, he got the idea. All he could really do was gasp. His eyes were wide, his legs squirming as if he was trying to stand, but he couldn't quite coordinate his body. Not after so much time spent beneath her. She was wearing a savage grin, clearly pleased with herself, rubbing at her prey. Even over the wet sloshes of digestion, the leopard's purrs were still audible. But they were fading.

"Spotty bitch got himself ate. Shoulda been more careful wandering around my maze. And you, I'm going to have fun with you. In the meantime, have a listen to your buddy melting."

Just when he was starting to recover from the facesitting, she was on him again. This time in reverse, sitting on his chest, planting her balls right atop his nose. They totally overtook his muzzle, hanging down the sides as he got immersed in her most masculine of musk right between them. His lips ended up on her sweaty taint, but his eyes were still uncovered. That let him have a good look at her fat dick all flared and pressed against her belly, making an indent in the leopard bulge while she gurgled him, the squirming cat inside her gut taking over all of Cherno's vision. The only way not to look at him digesting was to close his eyes.

While she smothered him, she started stroking at her cock with one hand, gripping tight enough to bring her balls up and down with every tug. That meant she was thumping them atop his nose, flicking perspiration up into his splayed hair, just in case he wasn't already smelling of her enough already. She bounced her nuts on his face and smothered him breathlessly in her taint while she churned up his friend right in front of him. Her gut was working alarmingly fast, to the point he could already see the edges of the leopard's body softening, the whole bulge pulling inwards as she smothered him in slime and acids. He didn't seem to be complaining, only squirming some, but his purrs were getting weaker as she kneaded him apart.

Those balls were battering the buck relentlessly as she got faster, getting more excited as she made a meal out of Mahiri, her musk only growing more intense as gobs of pre ran torrents down her brown and pink cock. It was trickling all the way to her balls, splatting into Cherno's nose as she rode him, making him kiss just behind her balls while the leopard met his fate. From squirming, to faintly writhing, to disturbingly twitching. And finally growing silent, motionless right as one last noisy bworble squeezed inwards around his failing structure, collapsing something vital and reducing him to little more than sludge and bones to be further digested. And that moment wasn't lost on the predatory bovine.

"Hell yeah, there he goes. Sissy little kitty ain't purring for me no more." She released her shaft, just letting it lewdly throb and spurt pre against her belly even without her touch. "Could just cum on your face with how good it felt to digest your friend in front of you. But with hips like that, I think I gotta feel your ass around my dick. C'mere."

Cherno was briefly paralyzed, unable to resist her strength as she rose up and took him by the shoulders. He felt himself forced to his hooves, standing up shakily before just collapsing against the nearby wall. She took him by the antlers and lifted him right off his hooves before long, letting him dangle there in her strength. And then she simply let those elaborate antlers intertwine with her broad horns, snapping into place in a way that kept him locked to her. He was squished against her breasts, and worse, her full belly, close enough he could still feel the softening, solid shape of the former leopard beneath the layers of fat and muscle. Mostly just some rounded mass of meat by then. He didn't feel much like a person anymore.

From there, she stripped the buck. Tearing off his shirt and tossing it aside, yanking down his pants and letting them fall down to the floor, where sweat had all but puddled. He hadn't softened any. Even at the sight of Mahiri being digested. And when he felt her fat cock pressing up beneath his short tail, all he could do was bleat and wiggle his ass for her. Which probably only served to make her harder.

"Butt like that deserves a real fuck. Not some girly boy's dick." She snorted in his ear, leaning her head back and taking his with it, forcing him into an arched, vulnerable position. One prod at his rim with that soaked, flared head and she just snorted again. "Awful tight for someone as cock-thirsty as you."

Not that it was going to stop her. She rammed and rutted until he was spreading for her, clenching his teeth as he felt that broad tip sliding forward a tiny bit at a time. Slipping slightly inside, but not quite getting past his resistance until she gave an especially rough jab of her hips. He heard a slick pop and immediately clenched down as hard as he was able on her first flared inch before relaxing. He slumped, legs dangling, feeling her belly still working hard behind him where it was pressed against his lower back. In that position, near every inch of his body was pressed against her, at least on one side, and his range of movement was limited to flexing his muscles or letting them go limp while she left him dangling from her horns like an ornament. He felt the tension in her own muscles building as she got ready to fuck him.

When he opened his mouth to cry out, he instead found himself muffled by the tufted tip of her tail as she stuffed it past his lips. It had soaked up so much of her sweat it was like a paintbrush dipped in the stuff, squeezing out and filling his throat until he was nearly choking. She pulled it out with nothing less than a splash, leaving him panting and coughing while she spoke directly into his ear.

"Gonna breed you, little steer ..."

A grip on his hips let her start rutting into him. She shoved the rest of her inches beneath his tail, smoothly plowing down until her balls slapped against his cheeks. Rubbing them against him a while, she bounced back and forth, slapping her sack against his own while she throbbed as deeply in his depths as she could reach. Momentum built fast. The first stroke was smooth and steady. The rest were hard, ramming, hasty bucks up into his butt, shaking his whole body, making his antlers grind against her horns as he flailed around in her grasp, only to have his arms pinned to his sides as she grabbed his wrists and shoved them down against his hips. He was helpless, shaken, immobilized by strength and natural bondage, unable to do anything but watch his belly bulging with the shape of that thick minotaur cock thumping in his guts.

He felt her teeth wrapping around his exposed throat, flat but strong, and she bit until she was nearly choking him. Despite his best efforts, he was making all kinds of embarrassing noises for her, yelping, whimpering, bleating, sounding like an animal while she pounded her big balls against his backside over and over, sweat flying off his body with every batter and bash. He wasn't breaking, but it was hard to hold together. Especially as every single stroke made him tighter and tighter around her, simply forcing her to slam harder to go balls-deep in him, until the rattle of impact felt like it was shaking his very skull.

Though he'd been on the edge of orgasm for some time now, it still took him by surprise. From ninety-nine per cent he went suddenly to two hundred. Like he was cumming twice all at once, leaving him nearly screaming, his voice taking on a broken, cracking tone as he shot his seed all over the wall of the labyrinth. It struck the stone loudly, splatting and pouring down. But even as he made a mess, clenching, shaking, kicking uncontrollably, the feeling of Hera's climax hitting put him on edge. As if it might somehow destroy him.

She bellowed, she grunted, she huffed in his ear, she drooled on his throat as she chewed on it, and finally he felt her flare bulging out inside him, her medial ring tightening, her balls pulling up taut. Then came the cream, gushing straight into his intestines until it was flowing all the way to his belly, stretching and sagging him in moments, and not stopping. She released his hands just in time for him to squeeze at his stretching middle as he got inflated with her seed. It didn't stop, not for anything, shooting through his innards until he was bloated and round, drooling a little spot of jizz from his lips when there was no more room in his body.

His eyes rolled back, his lips quivering, he barely made more than a gasp when she pulled out with a lewd schlurp. Plenty of her cum hit the floor immediately, more trickling out after once she'd released the pressure. She wiped her dick off on his fluffy tail and simply set to removing his antlers from around her horns. Rather than set him down gently, she simply let him go, sending him sprawling to the ground, limply collapsing and laying there on his face, cradling his belly and groaning, drooling, shaking. She'd probably rearranged his insides with a fuck like that, but he wasn't feeling any pain yet.

Before he could even comprehend all the sensations, she stepped on him. He cried out in surprise, expecting to be simply crushed. Especially when he heard something crack. But that was just his antler, nearly shattered on impact when she stomped. She remained on top of it, keeping him from getting away while she adjusted herself and pointed her cum-coated dick at the back of his head. Clearing her throat and sighing, she kept that cock aimed at him, surprising him with a warm feeling that didn't immediately register. But when he felt the hot liquid pouring down over his hair, running down his back and soaking his scalp, he figured it out. That big cow was taking a piss on him.

"Not near so pretty now," she taunted. "You look like a rag in need a wash. Well, here's me doing my best to help you out."

He couldn't do anything about it. He remained sprawled, panting, blushing with humiliation as she relieved herself all over him. She was mostly focused on his head, which meant his hair was soaking wet and sticking to his face, coated in musky minotaur piss, dripping on the floor. He was in a puddle of mixed fluids, slipping when he tried to gain purchase. And she only put more weight down on his antler when he tried to move, until he heard it shatter, the sound nearly deafening so close to his ear.

That pretty accessory was soon nothing more than a nub thanks to all her weight. She shook the last drops off her cock and then just stamped down on the other before he could move out of the way. It came off in a single blow. An inch to the right and she probably would have crushed his skull. But instead she just robbed him of his antlers, bending down to pick them up and examine them. Then she just chuckled as she tossed them aside, letting them clatter to the floor alongside that discarded feline skull she'd worn. Another trophy for her belt.

"That's better. Now you look like the doe-whore you are." She patted her gut and brought forth another wet belch, letting it echo among the halls. "Kitty made me fat. I can feel him jiggling on me already, and I'm not even done pushing him through. Doesn't mean I've got no use for you."

Cherno wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean. He was hardly even sure where he was anymore. That humiliation and pleasure all in one had him in such a daze that he barely noticed when she stepped around in front of him, grabbed him by the hair, and shoved his face into her dick. It was big enough his muzzle fit inside it with ease, and soon he found out just how flexible it was. She didn't explain any further, didn't give him any warning. She just started feeding his broken, soaking body to her cock, letting it expand and stretch over his face, producing a messy sound that wasn't at all unlike a gulp.

Cherno went rigid at first, and not in the good way. He tugged back with a start, only to find her shaft wasn't letting him go. It was stronger than him. She didn't even have to shove him inside. All she needed to do was flex it around him, and he was sliding down it. It was still a stretch, still made for a clear outline of his startled face, mottled shaft skin-tight around his features. But he was going down, shoulders and all, smoothly pumped towards her nuts by every flex of her cock while it firmed up again at the sensation of prey inside it.

"See? Look how generous. Not even adding you to my curves. Just gonna make you part of my nuts. Little gay deer like you probably appreciates it."

He was in no position to argue or complain. And the more she flexed on him, massaging that expanded cockslit around his shoulders as she squished them inwards, the more he accepted the idea. He already loved her musk. The deeper he went towards her nuts, the more potent it became. Stronger than her armpits, than her taint. The purest, most undiluted source of that richly masculine bovine scent was right before him, and if that was where he was going to stay, then he was going to enjoy it. He didn't know what would happen, he nor what would become of the cat she'd digested, but he just closed his eyes and let her claim him, gulping loudly all around his drenched fur as she dragged him inwards.

Before she even got to his waist and his firming cock, his muzzle dunked into one of those cumtanks, immersed and going completely under for a time. When she swallowed up more of his body, he was able to squirm around enough to reemerge and gasp. He was sort of breathing, at best. Every breath was a lungful of pure pheromones, rendering his senses even duller as they struggled to even process that much minotaur scent. He was swimming in her cum, bulging out her nuts until they sagged nearly to the floor. His hooves kicked and wiggled in the air as she schlurped him up, standing tall and proud, hands on her hips, pinching and admiring the added fat the leopard had given her while she finished off the deer.

His hooves popped inside with a spurt of pre, and he felt his head hit the floor as her balls dropped with his weight. Then he was back up as they clenched around him, forcing him up into a tight ball that nearly crushed him on the spot. It might have hurt, if he wasn't so deeply intoxicated on her musk. He was smiling dumbly as he sloshed inside her, feeling her cum washing over him until there wasn't a single detail of his body that wasn't completely drenched in her potent scent. It was far too easy to just relax, especially when the pressure was so intense, squeezing all around him and forcing him into a smaller and smaller shape while she rubbed her cock and snorted.

"See ya, buck. Cream up nicely for me, y'hear? You're gonna be cuter as a spurt."

It was hard to actually notice how quickly he was softening. Numbness was spreading over everything, starting at his extremities, creeping up his limbs, and then reaching his core. He drifted and he dreamed, sucking down bovine cum as it splashed up into his mouth. His head went below the surface, only to rise back out again, faintly gasping. Eventually there was no room to escape to all that cream, the level rising right to the top of that steaming chamber thanks to his digesting body. He was falling to pieces, softening, becoming a semi-solid who was somehow still conscious despite his insides being mostly melted and turned to cum.

It wasn't until she flexed on him, clenching her balls around his softened form that she finally snuffed him out. All the pieces of his cummified body that were barely holding together split off in all directions with a juicy splorch, sloshed by the constant churning until they were simply an indistinct part of the ball-bloating load. She was almost growling as she bellowed, a distinctly un-bovine sound. She double-fisted her dick, pumping it up and down at a rapid rate while she rocked her fat hips back and forth, dribbling cum all over the floor.

Her deer-fuelled orgasm hit her like a shock, making her body jolt and jiggle while she rutted her own grip, gritting her teeth. Then she sighed out, sucking in a breath through her nostrils while she jizzed Cherno all over the walls and floor. Great thick gobs of cum much more potent than before came gushing forth, hosing down her surroundings so thoroughly she even put out one of the burning torches, leaving it hissing musky smoke. Before that flow got thinner, it briefly stopped, blocked by something. She grunted, flexed, and dislodged that solid chunk of former cervine through sheer pressure.

The buck's soaking, empty skull shot across the tunnel hard enough it cracked on impact with the far wall, slopping down to the floor, filled with Hera's cum. His hooves followed after it, tumbling off into some forgotten corner, flowing on the rivers of jizz she'd turned him into. When her cumshot finally trickled, she was left panting, tongue out. Then she sucked in a breath, grinning to herself, chuckling.

No sense teasing them any longer. Those boys couldn't hear her. She just rubbed at her added fat, from her tits to her gut to her ass and thighs. Leopard was almost done inside her. And the deer, he'd made for more than just a good orgasm. Her nuts were fatter, her dick heavier as it flopped down atop her sack, swinging and dripping the last drops of former Cherno. She trotted over to where his skull had fallen and plucked it up, turning it upside down so the cum could drain out the empty eye sockets. Then she gathered up his antlers and affixed all them to her belt along with the deer's musky skull, still steaming.

She was gonna need a new loincloth to go with her new trophies. And as much as she liked the idea of going another round with those sluts, it was going to be pretty hard to convince herself that they weren't better off as her respective meal and orgasm, for good. Minotaurs weren't exactly known for showing mercy to those who dared intrude upon their maze.