Minotaurs, masters of mazes, and their female counterparts, the cow women halstaurs, were creatures of tradition. While they opened up trade relations with other races, they refused to alter their customs, stubborn and prideful to a fault. However, their metal work was second-to-none, their lands which appeared humble at first filled with advanced machinery, first to till the land and reduce labor time, then into weapons of warfare to protect their resources from invaders.
Unfortunately, more enemies attempted to raid them and stake their claim on the earthly enclosures all the time. Their crops were ruined, some of their women kidnapped and men slain in bloody skirmishes. Yet in these dire times, a few heroes would rise up from the ashes of near defeat.
One of these was a minotaur named Redrum, due to his crimson coloration. Usually a man of few words, some claimed he was stained by the blood of his enemies, as he resembled a scarlet whirlwind when his heavy axe came into play, the heads and limbs of foes separated from their bodies, bones split and viscera scattered across the muddy battlefield wherever he warred.
He'd helped his old war buddies protect the land. Taken in a few war orphans.
Compared to the beefcakes that made up much of the minotaur armies, he wasn't too beefy, a chiseled medium build. Like most of them that didn't load themselves down with armor, he went into battle bare-chested, covered in a number of scars and adorned by pants and boots. One of his horns was chipped, and he snorted nostrils that fumed with steam at the invaders.
“Caribou,” he rumbled in a deep baritone under his breath, his small beard also stained red. Their attacks were relentless, more haulsters stolen by the day as more minotaurs fell, because despite how much they outmatched the caribou in skill and arms, they paled next to their vast numbers.
Where had they come from? No one had heard of them before, them suddenly one day, many months before, they started to make their appearance, demanding the minotaur surrender or die.
“We'd sooner choose death than servitude,” recalled Redrum of their chieftain's words, before he'd been shot down by the cowardly outsiders, and his people scrambled for new leadership.
Redrum had put his own votes in. Despite how scramy he was, Moon Hammer showed potential to be a worthy candidate someday, but until he was older and wiser, most of the tribe wouldn't take him seriously. And so, Redrum had befriended the boy, helped the bull bulk up and train.
The skirmishes continued. More would-be leaders were slain, the minotaurs driven back. It appeared more hopeless by the day, no matter how much blood Redrum spilled for their people.
After the latest battle came to its end, he sat on a stump and reflected. His mind wandered back to the first caribou camp he stumbled upon, where he'd liberated a pair of youthful haulstaur orphans before they could be put to use. Creamy Canyon and Milky Mountains, who like most haulstars developed into beautiful, voluptuous women, with naturally milk-filled udders, the average breast size of their women past a double D cup, with many that blossomed far beyond that. Their people's lactation was also a known delicacy, which filled the drinker with a temporary boost in vigor.
Unfortunately, that made their women a perfect target for the caribou, especially since their fairer sex were known to be more docile, despite their Amazonian physiques and a strength that could crush most other creatures with ease. They tended to abhor violence, but some were known for tempers that absolutely blinded them, were they pushed too far, usually when their calves were threatened. Otherwise, most of them stayed behind, to take care of home and hearth.
When he and a few men managed to infiltrate the enemy camp, he'd witnessed the poor treatment of their women firsthand. Collared and branded, raped and knocked up, their bellies oversized with more unborn caribou which squirmed in their wombs. Some caribou fucked their captives out in the open, others paraded them around, their women outlawed from a mere scrap of clothes.
Milky and Creamy had barely reached adulthood when he first encountered them. They were prostrated over stock, where a caribou railed them from behind and milked their pendulous udders, kneaded titflesh and squeezed a steady steam of sweetness that splattered from their wide nipples into a spacious pail below. Their spotted cheeks clapped as they were impaled by fat cocks.
“Ready to bear our children sluts,” taunted a caribou that fucked Creamy. He slapped his firm palm down on her asscheek, made her moo as the struck, supple skin reddened and rippled.
“Sure feels like it,” added the other caribou, who also spanked Milky's ass, as she too mooed and clamped down around his dick. The horned brutes played with their milked udders, thumbed their warm, taut assholes, pull on their manes and drove forced, squirty climaxes from their sows.
The pair of caribou exchanged a high-five while they ravaged their conquered cunts, each of the denuded males chiseled to perfection to serve in their army, both adorned by wide antlers. They were one of the few known races that walked on two feet and almost matched the minotaurs in size. Milky and Creamy were adorned by voluminous manes, and cowbells around their necks.
Nipple rings also adorned areola that threatened to swallow up parts of their udders, which were tugged and twisted to make them shoot out more jets of sweet milkiness, and made the sows moo from forced arousal. They had lost track of how many times they'd been taken, all their holes stretched and well-used, often slathered in whatever fertile cum didn't find its way into fertile uteri.
The sleepy-eyed Milky continued to moo her brains out. She murmured, “I...I'm so tired...”
“Hold on honey,” snapped back Creamy between her own moos and moans, while the pair of them were pounded absolutely senseless, treated like succulent slabs of sweet meat by the rapists.
None of them heard the small party of minotaurs sneak into the encampment, Redum at the lead. With his crimson hue he stood out like a sore thumb, so they kept to the deepest shadows.
Grass rustled in the breeze, the series of tents that made up the tent out in the open. The sun beat down on them, Redrum forced to move in the daytime, as the minotaurs knew the enemy was close and couldn't bear to have their captured women suffer another needless hour. Thus, the warrior with the chipped horn took risks he normally would've considered unthinkable.
Elsewhere, they could make out the faint silhouettes of halstaurs that were taken beneath the cover of tents, some with all of their orifices filled all at once, drilled deep in a variety of positions. Unfortunately, Redrum knew they couldn't save them all. They could only afford to slip away with a few halstaurs, or else the entire camp could come down hard on the infiltrators.
By the time they made their way towards where Creamy and Milky were, Redrum solemnly nodded at his companions, his battle axe in hand. The minotaurs moved as one. Rush in amidst a stampede of hooves, lobbed the heads off of the caribou on watch in sprays of blood that showered the earth.
Another caribou reached for a horn, a battle axe embedded in his skull before it reached his snout. Luckily for the doomed caribou, while they yelled out in triumph at their climaxes, cumshots fired into the wombs of Creamy and Milky, they barely felt the axes sink into them, muscled bodies shaken before they crumpled and their still erect cocks flopped free of well-worn, wet pussies.
Milky squeaked in shock as hot blood splashed over her face and mane. Her mouth covered momentarily by Creamy, the halstaur whimpered, “S-sorry. You all scared me!”
Creamy added, “Hurry up and free us, will you? We can thank you later.” She winked.
“You're a tough one,” noted Redrum, who freed the cow women from the stocks, but noted they were both a tad shook. At least they hadn't been permanently broken by the experience, like he dreaded some of their captured women were. “Stay quiet and follow. I know a way out.”
Both women nodded and stepped into line behind the minotaur party. With the area scouted out, he hoped they could return soon, stage a well-executed assault with their own camp nearby, and drive out the caribou from this section of the forest. But first, they needed to slip away.
Creamy and Milky clutched their cowbells so they wouldn't make any noise, unable to easily remove the collars that were practically fused to their throats. Unfortunately, the minotaurs didn't even have so much as a cloak to shroud them, so they were forced to awkwardly lurch about naked, with a shake of wide buttocks, hips, and pendulous udders with thick nipples dotted in milk drops.
Almost there, Redrum realized. Past the rows of tents and under the watchtowers.
They were almost out of the camp when a crow spotted them and shrieked. “Damn, cursed Redrum under his breath, spotted by one of the enemy's trained birds. Horns sounded, the entire encampment on sudden alert, while he and his companions made a mad rush for the escape route.
Unfortunately, he could already hear the stampede of their Warbeasts in the distance, which loomed ever closer by the second. Their heavy hooves beat across the dirt as they ferried the caribou raiders, many of them heavily armed and armored to run down their prey. Every part of him screamed to stand and meet the bastards head on, but he knew it would be suicide!
They hurried into the cover of the forest. Heard the thunder of hooves close in.
Bones crunched under a Warbeast, which slammed onto a minotaur, smashed him into a bloodied pulp in an instant, his shrill bellow cut off. “Behind us,” yelled Redrum, who swung at the beast's rider, and his men launched their own counterattack at the war-crazed raiders. Spears skewered another minotaur from all sides, who choked up blood, quivered, and collapsed dead.
Redum saw red. He struck with such force his muscles rattled, shaken by the impact when his axe split helmet and skull alike of a caribou, showered in blood and brain matter by the death blow. But this allowed more of the raiders to close in, a fatal blow of their own aimed at Redrum.
“No,”cried Milky, who threw her naked body in his path with arms spread wide. She winced when the spear tip poked into her arm, the rider unable to fully twist away in time, Milky and Creamy aware of how valued women were to the raiders...and that they wouldn't fatally harm them unless absolutely necessary. Which offered Redrum another chance to sink his axe into caribou stomach.
Guts spilled out from the withdrawn blade, the raider slumped and fallen from the Warbeast. But while he was busy, another of his men had been trampled, most of his party obliterated.
“You filthy scum,” shouted Creamy, who took up a dropped spear with a sway of her bare udders and stabbed back at the riders that circled them. “I'd sooner die than let you take us back!”
“No Creamy,” cried Milky with flattened ears by her short horns, afraid that the caribou would treat them more harshly, or worse, decided to cull her friend once she took up arms.
The caribou chuckled. “Dibs on the feisty cow,” one of them called. “Kill the men, and their women are ours!” His Warbeast reared up, ready to run down Redrum and his last couple of minotaurs.
Before he could fulfill his promise, an arrow embedded itself in his throat. He clutched the wound, as scarlet dripped down his armor, while another hail of arrows skewered more of the raiders and their Warbeasts. Redrum and the rest of his companions ducked down to avoid the missiles.
“Good marksmanship,” whispered Milky, who hit the dirt on her belly, hands clutched on her head.
“That's no accident,” added Creamy. “They deliberately avoided us, whoever they are!”
Milky asked, “But why would they attack their own kind? Is it reinforcements from our people?”
Redrum doubted it. Their archers tended to use crossbows, and from the way these arrows were fired, he believed they were drawn and then let loose. Then, he spotted who their unlikely rescuers were. The Amazon Tribe, who usually stayed out of mankind's affairs since they distrusted them. Their numbers were clad in animal pelts or armor, as they descended on the caribou camp.
One of the raiders, who'd been turned into a pincushion, tears in his eyes while he stumbled about on his knees, reached a bloodied, shaky hand at Milky for help. She almost reached back, then withdrew her touch before they made contact, when a knife twirled across the air and sank into the caribou's skull, finishing off as he fell flat on his face amidst a pool of his own blood that spread.
A pair of knives twirled in the slender hands of a fawn that approached, with her sharp black hair cut above her shoulders, her forehead adorned by a small, sharp horn. Deer fur that started a bit above the knee and were covered in spots ended in hooves. She wore a scant top over her lithe form and a short fur cloak. I'm not your enemy,” she informed them. “My name's Panna Fauna.”
Milky murmured with wonder, “An Amazon...? Wow~!”
“No time for that honey,” said Creamy, as she rose to her feet. “You don't kill all men, do you?”
“That's merely a rumor,” reassured Panna with a thin smile. “The only men we've ever killed threatened the Amazon Tribe. But we'll talk later. We have a raid to deal with!” War horns echoed in the distance, while more Amazons descended in droves from the maze of tree tops.
With the Amazon Tribe on the move, from the other direction, miles in the distance, the minotaur encampment spotted the upheaval and rushed to pin the caribou forces from the other side. Trapped between the forces that collided into them, many of the raiders were cut down.
The sound of hooves approached them. A female centaur, with a wild, white hair in a thick ponytail, tribal marks across her flesh, and armor across her torso that also covered her white horse portion approached, a quiver on her back and a bow and nocked arrow in hand. “Chezka Windhooves,” she announced herself. “Panna and I will escort you back home.”
Redrum shook his head. “I can handle myself.”
Chezka asked sternly, “But can your women? All Amazons are trained for battle, but these two appear to be noncombatants. And they're hardly dressed for the occasion,” she noted.
“She has a point,” confessed Creamy, who'd lowered the spear she still held.
Milky asked in her slow voice, I hope this doesn't sound rude, but can we ride you? My feet are sore! Not to mention my unmentionables!” She shifted awkwardly on her toes.
“Normally a centaur's pride wouldn't allow it,” admitted Chezka. “That honor is reserved for her closest companions. But in this case...” She lowered herself to let them mount her. Creamy straddled her, followed by Milky, before she rose. “Panna, watch our backs.”
“Got it,” replied the fawn to her Amazon sister. She kept twin throwing knives at the ready, more of them and a machete on her belt, while they started to move into the battlefield. Redrum and his couple of minotaurs remained also kept an eye out, with weapons clutched close to their chests.
Whatever scattered resistance they encountered, the group were quick to put it down. Axes crashed down, arrows were fired, knives thrown, the corpses of caribou left in their wake. Redrum's muscles and fur shrone even more crimson, soaked in the thick splashes of their felled foes. Whenever an enemy closed in, Chezka would kick out with her hooves, a spine shattered under the blow, or Panna's machete would chop off a limb, as the fawn shut herself down to focus on their survival.
Dozens of carcasses littered their path, made up from a blood trail left behind them.
“I...I feel sick,” admitted Milky.
“Not much further honey,” reminded Creamy. “A couple more miles, I think.”
Chezka shook a hoof in disdain, drenched crimson from a defeated enemy. “I'm almost out of arrows,” she warned, and collected the ones she shot whenever possible, her aim true but some of them broke when they skewered the armored caribou through the slits where the pieces connected. “Fortunately, I have trained myself in a variety of weapons, the spear included.”
The female centaur collected one of the caribou weapons with a curl of her lips. Pennants whirled from its staff, emblazoned by the symbols that denoted the tribe's most hated adversary.
On the rest of the trek home, they cut a swath, surrounded by the clash of caribou, minotaur, and Amazons that warred further in. The raider encampment was torn down, its slaves freed and the slavers culled. Not one caribou they encountered were taken prisoner, driven by hatred to wipe the horde out. The crash of metal, crunch of bones, and screams filled the air on all sides.
Then, from the conquered outpost, Redum saw her for the first time. The reclusive Amazon Queen, who few men had laid eyes on. A crystal mare alicorn, who stood tall as any minotaur, with a mixture of muscles and curves, adorned by a top and loin cloth but barefoot. Her fists shimmered with her potent mystics arts when she released devastation upon the beaten down caribou.
“Queen Zafire,” murmured Panna in awe.
Zafire was flanked by a number of her elite Amazons, which included Fluttershy and Tree Hugger, both painted in camouflage across the bare portions of their skin beneath their tops and loin cloths. War cries escaped their lips when they dived in and hunted down caribou and Warbeasts.
Antlers were carved from their heads, hefted as trophies. Vermillion drenched their bodies.
“Provide us with a steady stream of cover fire,” commanded Zafire, her eyes narrowed when she sailed down on the full span of her plume, a massive sword that stood taller than her in both hands when her muscles carved down with the blade and split a caribou down the middle in a red spray.
“As our queen commands,” answered Fluttershy, she and Tree's war paint lined faces maked in fury when they and the other Amazons released aa new flurry of arrows that thudded into the raiders, barely able to mount a defense while minotaurs helped the tribe batter them from all sides.
Whenever their arrows finally started to run low, the Amazons charged into battle, Fluttershy mounted atop her berserker bear, whose claws tore chunks from her enemies, her power channeled to turn every animal in the forest on the caribou. Tree Hugger did much the same, nature itself made a weapon, as earth collapsed into pits that crushed caribou to pulp, and wines whipped up, caribou drawn-and-quartered, bodies of water turned to whirlpools and quicksand to suck them down and drown them. Chezka and Panna helped clean up any raiders that tried to escape.
It was a massacre. Redum almost felt sorry for the bastards. Almost.
By the hour's end, the sounds of battle died down. The minotaurs and Amazons had suffered minimal losses, another horn sounded by Queen Zafire to announce a truce. “Sisters,” she told her followers. “Help the minotaurs liberate the holstaurs, make certain they're well.”
The cow women were freed and treated. Then, after a short discussion with representatives of the minotaur clan, Zafire decided to follow them back to their settlement. The queen would usually be more cautious and choose a neutral territory, but she knew they were an honorable people, and besides, there wasn't time to waste. Not after what she'd seen, and what would likely come.
An informal council was called in the minotaur territory, surrounded by thick walls, watchtowers, and ballistas. Gears turned to open the gates with a rattle, the interior filled with a few minotaur-shaped automatons, metallic sentries which served as protectors to their people.
“Wonderful craftsmanship,” noted Zafire, her features reflected off a bull's metallic sheen.
“An invention of a tinker here. A close friend of mine,” said Redrum. “Moon Hammer, come here.” A minotaur comparatively skinny by the standards of his race made his presence known.
“Hello and welcome,” said the blacksmith, who carried a massive hammer, muscles sheened by sweat. “Amazons? I never expected to see them in person. Are you their queen?”
She nodded. “Zafire Heart. Or you can call me Zafira, if you prefer.”
Moon Hammer smiled. “Zafira it is, then! Should I show you around?”
“That will have to wait,” said Zafire. “Not to be rude, but time is of the essence, so I'd like to request an informal council with all the representatives you can gather up.” She followed Redrum and Moon Hammer, while Creamy and Milky left to bathe, dress, and take potions to make certain they wouldn't be heavy with caribou spawn. Minutes later, Zafire sat at a spacious table.
Leaders, which included a mayor, heads of the army factions, and elders collected in the dim chamber, while flames flickered in a hearth. Redrum planted a hand on Moon Hammer's shoulder when he started to leave. “Stay and listen. You're not a boy anymore. You may lead us one day.”
“I...I'm not worthy,” confessed Moon Hammer, who kept his voice low.
“But the potential's there,” reminded Redrum with a small smile. “Those machines you've made are unparalleled. We'll need visionaries like you to survive and flourish, son.” They took their own seats, with Zafire's closest lieutenants allowed to sit in on the meet at her request.
Unspoken tensions filled the thick atmosphere, with it clear some of the minotaurs didn't trust the Amazons, due to their reputation. “I assure you we don't harm any men that haven't done the same to us first,” explained Zafire patiently. “Like you, we simply want to preserve our culture.”
Redrum listened and nodded on occasion. “I trust them. We owe our lives to the Amazons.”
Moon Hammer found his voice and spoke for the first time. “Zafira, you said there was something vital to import? About the possible end of our world? Please, tell it to us straight. If there's some way to prevent disaster, I'd like to make whatever plans I can now, before it's far too late!”
“Let's hear it,” added Redrum, his chin resting atop steepled fingers.
Zafire looked between all the skeptical minotaurs. “...very well. But it may sound preposterous. I wouldn't have believed it myself, had I not experienced it firsthand. There's this...cosmic storm, that travels across the universe, descends on planets, sucks up parts of them. I'm not a native of this world, and neither are many of my Amazons. I suspect the same is true of the caribou.”
“Preposterous indeed,” said a minotaur commander. Grumbles rose around the table.
“It's true,” cried Panna, her eyes moist. “I was torn away from my homeland!”
“As was I,”added Chezka curtly, the centaur forced to stand since no seat could house her pale horse portion. “In a world filled with the supernatural, is that so hard to believe?”
“Of course you'd back the word of your queen,” said one of the elders.
“Order!” The mayor slammed down a meaty fist that rattled the table, the voices that filled the chambers temporarily silenced. “It's true your story sounds implausible.”
“But not impossible,” cut in Moon Hammer, bolder than before. “I've...studied the stars, and I think the speculations about the multiverse theories are mostly true! It would explain a lot. All these recent discoveries, how the caribou suddenly popped up out of nowhere...”
Redrum asked, “So what does that mean for us?”
“I'm not entirely sure myself,” noted Zafire. “The worst part is, once the cosmic storm hits, reality is altered, like you've suddenly been cast into a parallel world and sometimes a different version of yourself, similar but not quite the same. I've seen some of mt Amazons lose their memories entirely. I fear you may not recall this discussion, or that we've even met should another storm strike.”
With a furrowed brow Redrum asked, “And how is it you remember?”
“I believe it's because I'm over a millennium old.” More murmurs rose at Zafire's claim. “Forgive me if this sounds arrogant, but once, I was worshiped like a Goddess, descended from a line of crystal alicorns. I believe a combination of wisdom and power has allowed me to hold onto my identity, no matter how the cosmic storm attempts to alter it. I've yet to discover what's behind this phenomenon. Is it a natural occurrence? A mutation in nature. Or, I dread, is someone behind it?”
“A terrible idea,” admitted Redrum. “Whoever wields such power could be unstoppable.”
“So this conversation could almost be pointless,” mused Moon Hammer darkly. “Well, I refuse to accept that! Thanks for the info, Zafira. I'll try and look into it, once I figure out where to start. Maybe my telescope can see where the cosmic storm starts, and I can warn us before it hits!”
“I...sometimes can't recall my brother's face,” murmured Panna, who clutched her shoulders.
“Always keep his name in mind,” reminded Chezka. “Remember Cornelius, and we'll find him.”
Soon, the meeting adjourned, and Redrum followed Moon Hammer back to the blacksmith's shack. Immediately, the more youthful minotaur set the hammer to anvil in a shower of sparks, molten metal hardened and cooled in steam waters with a hiss. He worked obsessively, to prove his worth and craft his inventions, which included a more advanced arsenal to arm his peers. Already, Redrum noted he'd started to bulk up a bit more with the caribou invasion, which drew the eyes of many holstaurs. Moon Hammer dreamed of the day when he'd make a beautiful cow his wife.
Redrum admired his handiwork, both of them unaware that they'd already lived a similar life. That a cosmic storm once rewrote their world before, and he'd seen the boy become a man under his stewardship, that Redrum had in that life raised Creamy and Milky like his own nieces, the crimson warrior then turned bartender, after the tears had started to wear him down and tire him out.
Until the unstable universe settled, they were doomed to repeat alterations of this cycle.
“Hey there,” came the slow voice of Tree Hugger, her eyes half-lidded when she wandered in dressed in a scat top and loin cloth, a hand on her hip. “Hope you don't mind if we butt in?”
“You're welcome here,” said Moon Hammer with a smile. “Miss...?”
“Tree Hugger,” came another voice, as a pink-maned amazon strolled in. “And I'm Fluttershy. You handled yourself well back there, Mr. Redrum.” The voluptuous woman crossed closer to the pair of minotaurs. “Truth is, since we were welcomed into the Amazon Tribe, we haven't seen many men!”
“They're banned from our sacred lands,” further explained Tree. “But the queen says this is a special occasion. So like, we're allowed a rare chance to have some fun, if you catch my drift...” She traced her nail across the chiseled, perspiration-coated lines that made up Moon Hammer's chest.
Moon Hammer chewed on his lower lip. “Um...”
“Go for it,” said Redrum with a chuckle. “It'll make you a man. I'd had a few experiences myself before I even left boyhood. Never took the chance to settle down, unfortunately.” As Fluttershy mashed her breasts into his crimson torso, he slid a hand experimentally down the slope of her back, and when she didn't resist tenderly cupped a wide buttock, which he sank into with a firm squeeze.
“Let's take care of you,” added Tree, who knelt and started to undo Moon Hammer's belt. Her crooked smile widened when his half-erect cock flopped out and struck her between the eyes, where it rested on her face and throbbed. “Mmm~. I can hear your heartbeat from your cock!”
With her powers, she mentally commanded the weeds around the earthy settlement to squirm up, encircled her skimpy clothes, and removed them from her frame, her breasts and butt released with a heavy bounce. Her wide nipples were already stiff, her pink pussy puffy and moist.
Fluttershy, too, stripped her scant costume, her supple body even more voluptuous. Her udders swayed with her playful movements, her lips pressed to Redrum's snout. While the pair of Amazons were tall, they were dwarfed by the minotaurs, who firmly kneaded their pliable flesh.
To warm them up, the Amazons knelt and started to service their bull cocks, virile minotaurs blessed with massive cocks and balls, to match their voluptuous holstaur counterparts. They nuzzled their vein-lined dicks, kissed, suckled, and nursed on them, slurped up emissions of hot precum, some of it smeared across their lips and dripped onto titties that heaved in rhythm below.
They took the bull dicks into their warm, wet mouths, slathered their shafts in saliva when they started to bob their heads. Tits were also lifted, to encircle the titanic cocks while they continued to suck on their tips and rubbed their precum-slathered cushions around their meaty members.
“This is nice,” breathed out Redrum, who threaded a hand into Shy's hair.
“Sure is,” admitted Moon Hammer, who'd never so much as kissed a woman before, let-alone had one on her knees with her hot lips and tits wrapped around his cock. He wheezed, felt himself pulse, but strained all his will to hold back, unless he embarrassed himself and unload far too early. He, too, stroked his lover's frazzled dreadlocks, as he and Redrum helped direct them to suck them off.
Their heads bobbed faster, throats spread wide, filled with bull meat, as the Amazons took them deep as they were able but still inches from their hilt. Unfortunately, their deepthroat skills had hit their limit, both women not built to take a minotaur. “Careful,” reminded Redrum. “We don't want you to choke on those, so don't force it. Besides, I-I'm pretty close already,” he exhaled.
“Me too,” admitted Moon Hammer, unable to hold back anymore. “I'm about to-!”
Lucky for the Amazons, they withdrew their mouths in time, before the bull cocks swelled with cum and threatened to end up trapped in their throats and choked on. Instead, they continuously rubbed their slick titties over their shafts, stuck out their tongues in anticipation of their reward. Which they soon received, forced to close their eyes by the absolute waterfalls of bloated spunk.
Cumshots rained like hail over them, thick and viscous, with far more volume than a human male's. They were absolutely drenched within the first couple of shots, cum-soaked from head-to-toe, but a dozen more continued to impact their faces and tits, soaked down their supple skin.
“D-damn,” cursed Moon Hammer, as he emptied his last few weak spurts all over Tree.
She licked her chops, as she and Shy slowly swished and chewed on virile minotaur spunk that stuck to the roof of their mouth, felt its warmth burn into their bellies as they finally swallowed the loads down, still drenched all over in plenty more. “Hope you boys have another round in you.”
“Yes,” said Shy. “We haven't been properly laid yet! Um, if you don't mind...?”
The boys shared a look, a wide smile, and a nod, determined to make the most of the opportunity. After all, what better way to deepen the relations between their tribes...
*****
Far from the only Amazons that sought a quick and easy hook up, since men were banned from their territory. Panna and Chezka chatted with a few minotaurs, before they selected one each and took them elsewhere in the compound for some private time. Within moments, both women were naked, and taken for a ride, the minotaurs careful not to harm them with their titanic size. However, the centaur would find she was pretty compatible with her mate, easily able to handle him when he started to clap her shapely, pale white horsecheeks with thrusts of his hips.
Despite her human face, Chezka couldn't help but whinny and nicker when bull cock impaled her to the core, her bared, heavy breasts bounced with each slam, her white ponytail and horse tail pulled by the minotaur that snorted and flared his nostrils when he pounded her senseless.
Panna, too, mewled, because although her partner had to be more careful due to the size difference, he could see the outline of his bull cock distend the flesh on her belly a little with each measured thrust, his hands on her hips and her medium-sized breasts flopped about. They were face-to-face while they fucked, lifted up and skewered on him, his snout pressed to her lips.
“It...it could split me in half,” she murmured with a blush, and dripped down the crack of her ass with a masochistic thrill at the risk as even his slow, shallow strokes set to ruin her poor pussy. The eyes of the minotaurs turned white when they bred them, consumed by instincts to breed their fertile mates raw, but with the awareness not to harm their comparatively softer, fairer lovers.
“I-I can take it,” boasted Chezka with clenched teeth, as she slammed her horse ass back onto the brute, and received a sharp, possessive spank across an asscheek that rippled in return. She hissed between clenched teeth, clamped up her holes and milked his cock with needy wet winks.
By the time the minotaurs pumped their first load into the pair of Amazons, who drenched them with their own squirty climaxes, their wombs and bellies expanded with excessive volumes of cum. Their sweaty breasts heaved, as the bulls traded women and took them in new positions.
Similar treatment played out across the compound, most Amazons desperate to have a taste of cock since it would be denied them after they returned home. There were even some that wanted to stay behind and continue relations with the minotaurs, were it not for the grumblings of many in authority here that feared what would happen once their factions racially mixed.
Queen Zafire looked on with unspoken disapproval, toned arms folded under her heavy breasts. Like some of the minotaurs, she too worried about what would happen were the Amazon lands ever opened up to men. Many men in the past had tried to invade and conquer her territories.
Gradually, she'd started to lessen restrictions on her tribal sisters. Would the minotaurs demand back any calves the Amazons bore, were they to prove compatible? Could it lead them to war? Worse still, would it even matter, were another cosmic storm to hit and erase part of history...?
In the meantime, she wanted to get laid, too! But she doubted most bulls would still be interested once they discovered a...certain part of her anatomy. An adventurous holstaur, however...
Her eyes scanned the settlement. The couples weren't so brazen as to fuck in the open, some of the Amazons on a date with the minotaurs before they sought somewhere more private for fun, but she did note nudity didn't seem particularly taboo here, as some minotaurs and holstaurs bathed out in the open, and often both sexes mixed in a communal bath in the town center.
She settled on the pair of holsaurs she'd seen before in the pitched battle with the caribou, Creamy Canyons and Milky Mountains, who made her eyes water with their voluptuous, supple flesh. Tall and spotted, with pendulous udders and hips made to bear calves, they were prime specimens of feminine fertility. They were stark naked, and bathed in a small river that cut into the compound, because like the Amazons, the minotaurs often built around and in harmony with nature.
“Hello there,” she said on her approach. “I'm known as Zafire Heart, or Zafira to friends.”
Creamy paused with a small smile while she rubbed water and soap subs into a heavy tit. “Well then, honey, why not come on in? The water's warm.” She tilted her head at the clear river.
“Don't be shy,” said Milky in her slow voice, and lazed on her shapely ass in the shallows, also wet all over and shiny under the tender kiss of the sun's rays that further emphasized her curvaceousness.
“Okay. But maybe I should warn you,” said Zafira, who first undid her top, and bared her own sizable breasts that were almost a match for their milky udders. Gasps rose from the holstaurs once she did the same with her tossed aside loincloth, and a half-erect stallion cock flopped out.
Creamy sputtered and dropped her soap bar, “Is that a-”
“-a weewee? But you're a mare! Aren't you?” Milky's eyes and mouth were wide open.
Zafira stepped into the waters and replied, “I consider myself a mare. Just with a little extra. Or a lot of extra. All the female alicorns in my family line are born like this, perhaps so we can mate with each other? Because I have the equipment of a mare, too, which includes a vulva hidden beneath my testicles and a fertile uterus.” She slowly rubbed her stomach. “I'm not sure whether its magic or a simple mutation, but my semen is quite fertile, too. I've fathered children for many Amazons.”
“Well,” decided Creamy, who bent to recover the soap bar. “Doesn't bother me none, honey.”
“Me either,” decided Mily with a warm blush. “You surprised me, that's all!”
“I often have that effect on people,” said Zafira with a deep chuckle. Her half-lidded eyes drank the pair of them in, and noticed they couldn't help but sneak glances at her half-erect stallionhood too, which throbbed when she started to lather up and wash her own muscled curves.
More than that, she emitted a musk of feminine and masculine traits that most women inhaled like the sweetest ambrosia, Milky and Creamy included, their wide nipples stiff on their udders, and their empty holes openly clenched as they breathed her in, moist and desperate to be filled deep.
She saw Milky's hand tremble and said, “You can touch it, if you like.” With a hard swallow, Milky experimentally touched the warm, thick shaft, traced a nail down one of its veins.
Gradually, Milky wrapped her fingers around the tool, felt it start to swell beneath her palm when she stroked it up-and-down, her hand drenched in precum that spat from the tip when it pulsed and oozed down the now fully erect cock. “It-it's massive! Even minotaurs aren't that size...!”
“But also more pliable than a bull's penis,” boasted Zafire. “So you can take it safely and more easily than a minotaur's, without use as a potion. Of course, I wouldn't try to take it all in at once too fast. Mmm, that feels nice. I wouldn't mind your pretty lips wrapped around me.”
Milky tittered and her blush deepened. “I don't mind~.” She bent forward, her heart-shaped ass thrust up behind her, and started to lap at her shaft to drink up her warm precum. Zafire shuddered in pleasure, a palm closed around one of the holstaur's tiny, cute cow horns.
Creamy turned her head to one side when the bent over Milky's wide, bare asscheeks mushed into her face. Gently, she placed a palm on Milky's plush buttcheek and pushed it aside. “Damn it, now you two have me worked up. Screw it, you don't mind, do you Milky? No? Good.” They'd done this a number of times before, and Creamy spread Milky's spotted buns open, her lewd orifices on full display, a delicate pink and hot. Immediately, she set to make a feast of her sultry fuckholes.
“Get in there,” playfully teased Zafire, as she started to hump into Milky's face after she'd swallowed her cock and started to throat it. “Eat her slutty ass. Clean her beautiful cunt.” The holstaurs moaned when they snapped to obey, driven by Zafire's passionate, dominant tone.
She easily wrapped many Amazons around her hand. Made them happy to submit for pleasure. Whenever it became known to the Amazon tribe that she housed a workable penis and testicles, a number of women wanted her to knock them up, honored to bear her powerful children.
But Zafire didn't try to father kids anymore. Not after the last cosmic storm cruelly erased them.
Yet instinct still made her want to sexually dominate them. To possess and claim their fertile bodies for her own use. She waved Creamy over, seized their small horns, and directed them to suck her off, Creamy's and Milky's tongues danced in a messy kiss when they wrapped around her precum slathered cock, which finished for the first time today all over their slutty faces and titties.
Then, she pinned both of them down and fucked them. Made them scream her name, squirm and squirt, sway their udders and clapped their asscheeks as she molested them all over.
“You'd make wonderful Amazons,” she teased as she pounded a bent over Milky's pussy raw.
“Hell yeah we would,” said Creamy, whose breasts rose-and-fell as she draped on her back beside the pair that loudly coupled, she and Milky's faces still glazed in thick dollops of mare spunk.
Milky squealed out as she was railed like a cheap sex toy, “C-can we, Queen Zafira...? Ooh~!”
Hmmm,” she teased, one of Milky's buttocks kneaded in a palm, while the other played with Creamy's nearest udder and squeezed spurts of honey sweet milk from her fat nipple. “We accept tribe members from any race. But would the minotaurs accept that I've scalped two of their breeders?” She sank into their supple flesh, made them moan and twist under her firm touch.
A similar dilemma befell Fluttershy and Tree Hugger, now fucked by Redrum and Moon Hammer respectively. The Amazons reveled in the moment, aware that after they left, Shy's bear Mister Harry would have to serve as a substitute as usual, should they want another taste of cock. The furry berserker bear, tamed by Shy's mysterious 'Stare', often pounded all their fuckholes silly.
The memories made Fluttershy wetter, clench even harder around Redrum, who wrapped her limbs around him and moan louder while he suckled on both of her nipples, which he'd taken into his snout. His palms squished into her voluminous ass while he railed her pretty pink pussy.
“Ah...yes...!” Shy shrieked out her joy, rocked back-and-forth on the bullcock that impaled her, her arms wrapped around Redum's crimson back made up from a knot of muscles.
“Give it to her,” cried Tree Hugger, as she was fucked sideways by Moon Hammer with swings of her own heavy tits. “You too, blacksmith! Hammer my womb like it's an anvil, stud!”
“Don't tempt me,” replied the more youthful minotaur, whose eyes like Redrum's would turn white whenever he lost himself to his breeding instincts, tempted to let loose and wreck all her holes. To knock her up with his calves and take the beautiful Amazon as his bride.
After they came into their wombs the first time, made their stomachs bloated with fertile seed, the minotaurs switched partners. “We're total buttsluts, you know,” said Tree, as she and side bent over, waved their heart-shaped asses back and forth, and spread their partner's Amazons buns open to expose their creampied pussies and puckered pink assholes, ready to be taken in an unused hole.
“We shouldn't,” said Moon Hammer with a shallow swallow. “It's risky-”
“They can handle it,” assured Redrum confidently with a playful pat on both their pert, plush asses. “Just take it slow at first, son, We can work up to the rougher stuff later.” He positioned himself behind Tree, and after a moment Moon Hammer did the same with Shy, their still wet dick tips pressed upon the women's rectums, warm, pliable, and audibly squishy when they started to push.
“Push it in,” pleaded Shy with a flushed face. “Fill us up! Oh, they're so massive!”
The two minotaurs soon sheathed themselves completely in their assholes. Gradually, after they were assured the women had adjusted to their size, the bulls started to rock their hips, their firm hands around the buttcheeks of their mates for support. Wet squelches and claps filled the room, while the Amazons shamelessly vocalized their pleasure, and the minotaurs flared their nostrils.
“Pull our hair,” yelled Shy. “Spank us! Destroy all our holes~!”
“Don't hold back,” added Tree. “Tear our asses up!” They yelped when more harsh spanks left furious red hand prints on buttcheeks that rippled under the harsh impacts. Breasts bounced and swayed below them, able to handle their sizes thanks to practice with Fluttershy's bear.
Faster and harder they fucked the bent over bitches, brutally as they dared, lost and blinded by a primal, masculine urge to dominate and conquer. To make their prowess known, Redrum and Moon Hammer almost in a friendly competition, Redrum proud he'd helped make him a man.
They continued to share the Amazons, one of Redrum's palms squeezed around Tree's bouncy buttcheek, while his free hand reached over and did the same to Shy's. Moon Hammer followed his lead, as he too manhandled both their delicious asses at once, pinched and kneaded tender flesh, slapped rolled, and pulled on their reddened buns, which clapped under the force of their humps.
Finally, with another balls deep skewer, the bulls pumped into their bowels. Made them scream and soak their crotches. Gaped holes sluiced with their seed by the time they finished. Gushes of female lubrication were mixed with cum that slopped from their still spread open, wrecked pink funholes.
The Amazons panted, knees wobbly, still bent over and forced to lean on whatever they could find around the chamber to stand. Overwhelmed by a sense of satisfaction, the four of them hated that this would soon have to end. That tensions kept their tribes fractured, and potential enemies.
Would the removal of the last caribou army mean the abrupt end of a potential alliance? Until that time came, those from both sides that could put aside differences reveled in the moment.
