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There was blood matting my fur. Patting my chest, I breathed a sigh of relief as no stings of pain shot through my nerves. The blood was not my own. In the heat of battle, I could believe that I might not even feel cuts. That barely even felt like me in those fights. It was some amalgam of a minotaur’s hormones, alongside my trying to not get us killed. It was better now, but I could still feel the vestiges of bestial thinking in my conscious.

The minotauresses around me fretted and paced, asking if I was alright and checking for cuts. On the ground before me was my sword and the head of the leader of the mutts, helmet and all. Groaning, I reached down for the sword. I was beaten by a chocolate brown furred hand, which deftly grabbed the blade off the ground. Turning, I saw the smith, my blade in hand, taking a knee in tall grass. I opened my mouth to ask what she was doing, but she pre-empted me.

“Best to clean blood off quickly. Keeps the blade sharp,” she explained, running the shaft of the blade along grass and dirt, until it was mostly cleaned. Satisfied, she paced over to me. With skilled precision, she sheathed the sword on my waist with a single hand, all while looking up to my eyes.

“Take that to me later and I’ll see about getting it oiled. Now, let’s get moving. We should get you to the others.”

‘Others?’ I had wondered. But, being directed, we were already moving. Hoofstrong had given me her shoulder to lean on as we moved. Angled almost perpendicular to me, the back of the smith’s hair was tickling my chest as we walked.

“You never gave me your name. Lulu said it was Hoofstrong, right?” I asked, leaning into her side.

“Hoofstrong Blue,” she responded, breathing deeply as she propped me up.

“Parting Blade,” I replied in kind.

“Yeah.” Hoofstrong kept walking for a few steps, head pressed up against my chest quietly.

“I was wrong about you,” she began, speaking over the quiet crunch of gravel as we continued our march through the town. “I’ve never seen anyone fight like that before, but you have the heart and soul of a warrior.”

We continued in silence, heading deeper into the village with the guidance of Hoofstrong. There was somewhere specific she seemed to be taking me, but I was using most of my consciousness just staying upright.

“Big guy, yer okay!” Lulu rushed at me, latching around my waist in a clinging hug.

I had found out where Lulu had disappeared to, alongside many of the other village girls. It had been unofficial village protocol to group in the centre of the village for a united stand, though many minotaurs got split into fractured smaller groups before they could reach the village’s heart. Lulu had, apparently, gotten pulled into this group when we’d split up and had been held back from running back out to the dogs to try and find me.

Smiling, I looked down to and patted the small minotauress on the back to reassure her I was fine. Jolting, Lulu pushed her arms against me, shoving herself back. Wide eyed and a blush creeping across her face, she quickly announced having somewhere she needed to be and darted off. I wanted to pursue her, ask if she was alright. But, just as she disappeared, a wave coursed through the crowd of minotauresses as they made way for someone.

Watching the crowd of minotaurs part, I sighted what was clearly the first male I had seen in the village who looked above the age of six. He was positively ancient, supported by a long stick in his right hand which he had adapted as a cane. With sunken, sallow features and a hump along the back of his neck, he was the image of a village elder. Looking me up and down, the minotaur gave me a welcoming dip of his head.

“They call me Malvi Elderhoof.” The old minotaur smiled. “There was a time I was called Malvi Sturdyhoof, but I take pride in my age these days,” Malvi reminisced, his eyes growing distant. “Too few old minotaurs now.”

“I am told that we have you to thank for saving our village today, young man. The Diamond Dogs have come before, but this is the boldest direct attack on our homestead that I have seen in all my years.”

“Diamond Dogs, is that what those things are called?” I asked, looking out to the distance as if I could still see them fleeing from here.

Elderhoof chortled, biting back a dry cough as it arose.

“You are fortunate to have not run across them before. The Diamond Dogs only care for war and gems. Now they descend on our great nation, like scavengers to carrion,” the elder explained, exhaling deeply. “There was a time when even the smallest pack of them would be driven from our lands on sight but, now, there is nothing to push them back.”

“He challenged the entire pack, then bested their leader and two other dogs all at once!” my one-time shoulder rest and village smith loudly boasted. “They will think twice about coming back, if their pack doesn’t split up entirely.”

“Is that so?” the elder asked, looking at Hoofstrong’s face inquisitively. After a moment of looking at the girl, he turned back to me. “Well, you are welcome to use the house north of the smith for as long as you wish to stay here. It has been our of use for”–the old minotaur hummed deeply, taking a moment in thought–“several years now. Still, the young ones tell me it is still in good repair. I apologise for the lack of an inn, if that’s what you’re used to. But, while there are Minotaurs in need of a place to stay, Highcliff will make room. The plains provide.”

“Thank you for your generosity,” I voiced my gratitude with a nod. The elder seemed to take the gesture well, smiling gently.

“Get yourself cleaned up down by the river. You won’t want any of that blood getting rubbed in an open wound,” Malvi advised, his sagely nods suggesting he had some experience with this. “And, once you’re done”–the elder continued, glancing up to the gentle orange glow of the lowering sun–“I suggest getting any rest you can in. It is going to be a long night.”

“Long night?” I queried, worry furrowing across my creased brow. “Are the Diamond Dogs going to come back for a second attack?”

“The Dogs?” Malvi started, his fixation on the fading sun broken. “No, son. You just saved half our village from getting captured by mutts, and then you came back reeking of malehood. The only man most of the girls have seen since the great army was called together is yours truly. Chances are, you’re going to have a busy evening.”

I stared blankly at the elder for a moment, looking for signs that he was messing with me. Floppy ears twitching, I turned my head at the sound of girls tittering. My eyes widened at seeing a handful of their expressions, lidded-eyed anticipation. I barked a cough into a fist, excusing myself hastily. I could really use that cold-stream bath right now.

Chances were, nobody would come over. I reassured myself for the umpteenth time, splashing cold water in my face. I was waist deep in the Longhorn River, doing my best to avoid thinking about minotaur-girls. Sure, many of them had features that could be considered conventionally attractive. But me and a minotaur? That wasn’t the kind of relationship a guy thinks about in college. I was used to normal human women, not soft, fuzzy girls with wide hips and brimming-. I cut myself off before that train of thought could go on any longer.

The stirring in between my legs was all the proof I needed that this wasn’t working. Desperately, I tried the least arousing thing I could imagine, speech writing. I would just rehearse lines to tell any minotaur girls that showed up on my doorstep.

“I’m flattered you want to spend the evening with me”–I narrated to the running water, trying to find the resolve to stand by the words I was saying–“but I am ahh….” I trailed off, words escaping me. Step aside Cicero, there’s a new top-orator in town. “I am still new to this town need to get my bearings.” Yeah. That worked. I still needed to get my bearings. After that, then I could-. I blinked hard as images of the village girls flashed through my mind. Breathing deeply, I dunked my head right into the crisp water. Surfacing, I made for the shore. I could sleep this off.

The place was easy enough to find. Of all the vacated houses by the smithy, it was the only one that wasn’t in an excessively dilapidated condition. It wasn’t big but, honestly, that just made me all the more comfortable in it. In this economy, who could afford a big studio? It was the most human thing I had experienced, coming to this place. But it did have a room with what looked to be a freshly carried over bed in it, alongside a staircase that went up to a second level. Maybe this had once been a combined-use shop. Catching my breath, I settled down on a side of the bed, taking mental stock of everything that had happened today. I had hurt a sapient creature, killed them. But the most shocking part had been that I was able to move on, uncaringly. That wasn’t normal, right? I felt there had been little more to the equation than the dogs being evil and threatening the minotauresses, then a mechanical reaction that they had to go. It was too easy to think of this world as my own. Everything was strange and foreign here, even my own reactions. I was being caught off guard by the minotaurs, the girls and how at home they made me feel. I had to-

My concentration broke at the sudden knock on my door. My face went white. It was probably just Elderhoof, come to make sure I had settled in well. Or maybe someone had brought a gift-basked to welcome me. No need to be alarmed, I rationalized, standing up and walking to the door.

“Still new in town. Need to get my bearings,” I whispered under my breath, repeating the mantra like a protective charm. Licking my dry lips, hand around the doorhandle, I bit back a curse and opened it wide.

There, stood in my doorway, was the village smith. Barely fitting in the door, she was steadying herself with the door’s frame while leaning towards me. An intense, impassioned look in her stark blue eyes, gusts of hot air were rushing out of her nostrils which condensed in the air with each heavy breath she took. Oh god, this was actually happening.

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“I’m flatter-” was all I managed to say before the hulking woman pulled me into a deep French kiss, her tongue exploring my mouth for a second before she pulled her head back.

“Did you think you could fight back a whole pack of diamond dogs, come home smelling like a warrior, and none of us would notice?” she husked. Her breaths were deep and haggard, rough like the smith herself. “It took everything I had to not take you right in front of the elder, after what you did.”

Glimmering in the torch sconce, I saw a slick string of fluid drip down towards the floor, sliding between Hoofstrong’s legs. She was ready for me.

“We’ve only known each other for-” I tried to protest half-heartedly, transfixed by the slickness in between her legs.

“Life is too short out here to take things slowly,” she interrupted breathily, tracing a hand along the side of my face as she rubbed against me.

The longer I stood next to her, the more I felt that same pressure on my mind that I had felt down by the stream. The one that teased me with thoughts of the village girls. And now there was a girl here, just in front of me. She wanted me. And, why shouldn’t I help her out? I had sworn to protect these girls and she needed me. Sensate and insensate parts of my mind collided, looking over the busty minotauress. I wasn’t a human right now. Interspecies questions or taboos didn’t even apply here. Pooling my consciousness one last time against the clouding haze that was overcoming my mind, I tried to ask a simple question. Was this something I wanted?

I wrapped my arms around Hoofstrong, pulling her into a kiss.

That was all the prompting the desire-possessed woman had needed. Fighting for dominance of each other’s mouths, our tongues clashed wrapping around one another. I hadn’t realized how long my own was until now, but it was definitely a cow tongue in my mouth. Sneaking a hand between us, I started fondling one of her breasts with a hand. Even with my large hands, her watermelon sized breasts seemed to dwarf them, my wide fingers sinking into the soft mammaries.

“You like those?” she husked teasingly. Grabbing the top of her blue dress, the smith pulled it up and over her head, the cloth freeing up some of her chocolate fur as it slipped off of her. My eyes widened, seeing that she was wearing no panties or bra under her dress. She had come here with single-minded ambitions. Now exposed, I could see just how drenched the fur around her hungrily drooling pussy was. Breathing deeply at the sight and smell of it, I felt an evocative stirring in my loins.

Leading me backwards several steps, a hand slipped around my back making me walk awkwardly backwards, I was pushed onto the bed, bouncing lightly on springs. Looming like a mountain, Hoofstrong slid over me. Halting just over my waist, she lowered herself down, and I could feel just how searingly hot her pussy was against my navel. Licking my lips hungrily, I realized that I was feeling sensations from against Hoofstrong’s cushiony ass. I was fully erect, hard like titanium, and twitching against her posterior. I didn’t even have time to say anything before the smith, her eyes burning with heated lust, lifted her rear back up and positioned her glistening folds over my member. I was in a cowgirl position with a minotaur. It would have been funny, were I not incoherent with animalistic desire.

Suddenly, an explosion of sensations blossomed in me as Hoofstrong impaled herself on my cock. A deep, shuddering chuckle escaped her as she tensed up spasming around me.

“I saw you fighting out there,” she growled so deeply that it almost sounded angry. “Were you thinking about us as you anh fought?” Midway through the question, she bounced her hips once, bringing the very tip of my member to her entrance, before thrusting it right back in again. “I want a male like that you know,”–she grunted needily, working into a steady rhythm of bounces–“one who can take me. One who can fight for what’s his.”

Sinking my hands into her full rear, I arced my back up to bring my head to Hoofstrong’s elastic breasts. Latching onto a nipple with my flat teeth and sucking gently, I began teasing her tit while occasionally thrusting as she continued her jackhammering against my hips. Her bouncing up and down, pulled at the sensitive nipple locked in my mouth. Breath hitching, she moaned needily.

“Anh, it’s been too long,” Hoofstrong rasped, her pendulous breasts bouncing up and down as she rode me.

Her thighs were working overtime, a sheen of sweat coating them as the powerful muscles brought the hulking minotauress slamming rhythmically into my pelvis like a piston, all to sink my cock deep into her folds. The repeated blows might have hurt, but I found my hands pulling her hips down harder with each revolution. She felt so good and I was losing myself in the instinctive haze of sex.

Our dancing pelvises were working themselves up into a crescendo, but it couldn’t last forever. The sensations too much for me. Mind in a trance, the only thoughts that filled my head were those of the all encompassing need to thrust deeply into the woman and cum. With no lucidity for words, I announced my intentions with a ragged gasp, letting go of Hoofstrong’s nipples. As a wave of ultra-sensitive pleasure coursed through my member, what felt to me like a firehose-spray of steaming hot baby batter began flowing deep into the smith. Any sense of rhythm lost, I was pushing my hips up into the air wantonly, trying to get as deep as I could into the bouncing minotauress.

“Ancestors have mercy, I’m going to-” Instead of words, the hulking woman let out an unearthly howl into the night, forcefully slamming my hips back down against the bed twice with enough power that it would probably bruise, before fully swallowing my member inside her. Her folds greedily swallowed up every drop. After a moment, I found her sunk across my chest, the passionate fury having left her eyes and sleep taking her. A thick sheen of sweat coated her fur, blending with my own smells as she laid onto me. Ever so gently, I laid the heavy girl on the other side of the bed, falling back on my own half.

I panted softly, lain beside the unconscious Hoofstrong. She was so incredible. I wanted to rub against her, make love to her, protect her from everything, and spend all day by her side. It was a shame she was asleep, but she looked so beautiful like this, smiling softly on her side as strands of her dark hair slipped over her eyes.

Suddenly, I heard movement, a light tapping of hooves. There was someone new standing in my doorframe, her hands locked together by her waist as her fingers twirled around one another nervously. I recognized her. Her soft face and caramel fur. The cute yellow blotches along her arms and ears. It was Fluffy Jersey, waiting outside my room. I remembered the last time I saw her, being attacked by Diamond dogs. The image of her in danger sent me tense, despite knowing she was safe here, in my doorway.

I snorted in worry, a cloud of condensation puffing out from the hot air expelled by my body. I was hot. It felt like I was burning up. Jersey looked like she wanted to say something, her lip quavering some unspoken question. But I was far to numb to pick up on things like that right then. Stepping forward, I pulled the minotauress into my broad arms, sniffing her throatily to check that she was okay. Held tight in my grip, it only took a moment to confirm to my bestial brain that she was fine. Dipping my head, I placed long licks along the side of her muzzle. God, she smelled so good. Her head buried deeply in the fur of my chest, Jersey let out a low whine. She had melted like butter in my arms, bound as tightly by her own hormones as I was.

“Want ah you!” Jersey gasped, the non-sentence being the most her mind could muster.

Breathing deeply, I lifted Fluffy Jersey right up into the air. My thick fingers sank into her plush rear as I carried her like a bag of rice. With an appreciative moan, her legs locked around my back, cloven hooves scraping against my tail. Turning, I brought my prize back into the room, absentmindedly noting the powerful odour of sex and sweat that hung heavy in the air. Tenderly, I laid her on the bed, right next to the deeply sleeping Hoofstrong.

I rubbed the side of my face against her neck, covering her with my scent. Sliding my hands up and down her body, I tried to paw at her obstructing clothing, barely cognizant of how any of it slipped on or off. Why was she wearing any of it anyways? She was so beautiful, and she smelled so interesting. I just wanted to bury myself close to her and experience more of her body.

Biting a lip, Jersey began stripping her clothes off, piece by piece. The dress came first, revealing the soft, caramel brown minotauress underneath in her undergarments. Her yellow spots, I saw, continued all across the fuzzy fur. My gaze lingered over her blue panties, which had a vertical slit of navy dampness running along their front. My minotauress wanted me right now, she needed me.

Noticing my staring, Jersey smiled coyly and, leaning over the side of the bed, undid her matching blue bra. Fluttering down, the dainty blue cloth fell away from her breasts, landing on her lap.

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I took a second to take in Jersey’s body, her wide curves, her soft eyes, and her protruding nipples. The voice in my head that seemed to be guiding all my movements spoke up as I surveyed her. She would make such a good mother. The wide, child-bearing hips, the breasts made for feeding, and I already knew she was good with other women’s children.

Pinning her wrists down, I bowled Jersey back onto the bed, hovering atop her body. I didn’t have the presence of mind to compliment her, but I could press my tongue into Jersey’s mouth, wrapping my long muscly appendage around her own.

Breaking away, I started a disorganized series of licks, kisses, and head-rubs down the minotauress’ chest. All the while, I was basking in the sensation of her, and replacing it with my own so that everyone knew whose she was. Finally, I worked my way down to her sopping wet panties. Before even taking them off, I gave a long lick up the cloth, over the patch of wetness. Eyes widening, it was like a jolt of electricity had arced across my brain. Something about her taste awoke a burning fire in me.

My tongue was longer than anything I had ever dealt with before and I was going to make use of it. Sliding Jersey’s panties down, I started with a single, long lap of her pussy lips, tasting her. There it was again, much stronger now. Lust inflamed, I launched into a vicious assault against her folds. Shoving at least five inches of rough cow tongue inside her, I writhed about, exploring every spot I could of hers. Positioning my mouth just above her slit, I’d made sure that every time the tongue slide out of or deeper into her folds, the rough surface rubbed her clitoral nub to excruciating degrees of sensitivity.

“What are you ahn”–Jersey tried to ask, gasping between words as her pelvis lurched and quaked against my mouth–“doing with your tongue?!” I could barely make out her words, barring that the pleasured cries resounded in my mind, eliciting a strong feeling of happiness. My minotauress was feeling good. I could only focus on the taste of her folds as my rough tongue ravaged about, exploring her interior. Suddenly, the bestial voice in my head spoke up once again, revealing what that taste meant for Jersey.

She was ready! She was ready. She was ready. She was ready. Every moment, I was assailed by another reminder that she was receptive, and I had to give her what she needed. Hulking tongue sliding out of her folds, the rough surface gave one last lick to Jersey’s clitoris on the way out, making her shudder. Crawling forward onto the bed, I positioned my head just over Jersey’s own, staring with intense passion into her own eyes. I was vaguely aware of the tungsten rod of intense pleasure, twitching and bobbing against the minotauress’ navel.

“Need you”–I huffed, single minded determination consuming my every thought–“so bad.”

“Ye-es!” Jersey whined, moaning between words.

Locked in the missionary position, I reared back, powerful thighs tensing like a cat about to leap. Positioning my twitching member just before Jersey’s quivering pussy, I just about managed a shuddering gasp before thrusting forwards, burying myself inside her. I was inside. She felt so good. Just like Hoofstrong before, I felt a surge of emotions coursing from our contact. Love, lust, an overwhelming desire to protect. Pulling my hips back, I reaffirmed them with a second thrust into her silky folds, burying my member back inside her where it belonged.

Stars crossing her eyes, Jersey was lost in the sensations, not as able to keep up with it as Hoofstrong. She just laid on the bed, mewling each time my cock bottomed out in her and my full balls slapped against her soft rear. It was fine. I loved her. I loved her so much. Continuing the motions, I worked up to a full rhythm, pulling back and filling her depths with a single-minded focus.

Her tongue lolling out of her mouth as each thrust plumbed her depths, I saw Jersey’s head turn, looking towards the door. Huffing throatily as I continued my assault, I turned to look at what she saw. There were people there, minotauresses. One of them, a perky rust-brown and tan girl with little nubs of horns and a cowbell around her neck was looking on in astonishment. The other had silver hair and bright gold eyes. I think I recognized her. Her eyes were fixated on the spot where Jersey’s and my own hips collided, hips sending ripples of motion through buttocks every second. One of her hands had slipped between her thighs and was teasing her hungry snatch with two fingers, a dribble of fluid sliding down her fingers. What had her name been? Char, Chère? Girls, my mind supplied, filling in the blanks. There were girls at the door.

I wanted to get close to them. I needed to smell them, to coat them in my scent. They would have to wait until I was done with Jersey though, I was close to finishing. Choking back a growl, I picked up the pace, my trunk-like thighs a blur against Jersey’s cushioned ass.

“Give it to me!” Jersey whined out, wanton lust pervading each word. “I need you”–she lost her words with a jolt, falling limp across my the bed as I thrust deeply into the minotauress’ silky folds–“I need anh I need….” Her walls spasmed around my dick and, locking her hoofs around my legs, she hilted herself entirely around me, the violent movement driving me over the edge as I felt a pooling explosion of pleasure in my loins.

“Breed me!” Jersey screamed frantically, quaking in the throes of orgasm as she writhed around my waist.

Like a crescendo, I felt my release erupt into her, the first spurts of baby batter basting her inner walls. Waves of sensations all coursing through me at once, I saw white.

I woke up in a room that stank of sex. I was at the bottom of a pile, draped in gently sleeping girls.