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I keep imagining what it'd be like to work on a Minotaur Ranch.
The beasts mostly keep to themselves, grazing the fields and laying around in the shade. They can act real cute with you sometimes. Nuzzling into your palm when you scratch their head just right. Mooing impatiently to be let out after being cooped up at night. It's easy to forget they're running on primal instinct until one shoved you against a wall and rips through your pants.
That's when you remember the rules of the ranch: Don't pet the Minotaur, Don't feed the Minotaur, and Don't ever present your ass to a Minotaur.
You hadn't thought these rules were that important.
How could you have known that petting and rubbing their bodies with soothing touches would be seen as an act of submission. It never would have occurred to you that feeding them a bit of your lunch every once in a while would be seen as a sign of courtship.
And when you turned around to pick up some equipment off the floor, how could you foreseen that the bull behind you would take it as a sign you were in heat.
Muscular hands hold you off the ground. As your legs dangle below you, you feel the wet muzzle of your Minotaur lick into your neck. It's meant to be a soothing gestures as he lines his bovine cock against your opening, but all you feel is terror at the rough fucking about to take place.
You've seen the ways the Minotaur's fight each other in the fields. It's part of their DNA to show dominance to the weak. You've heard of monster "bitching" before, and you know it's supposed to be an act of ferocious claiming meant to humiliate a subservient other.
You close your eyes, waiting for the pain of being split on Minotaur cock, but instead yelp as they pull you up further off the ground and lick you. Their tongue is long, wet and thick, thicker than a human cock. You can't help but moan as it breaches your hole. That only seems to encourage it, roughly thrusting it's tongue into you as deep as it can go. You writhe in its grip. At the angle its holding you, you can look down and see its tongue pushing your skin taut.
Once it's satisfied you've been opened enough it moves you down, back over its cock and thrusts inside. It doesn't hurt. It's so gentle with you, fucking you like it knows you weren't built for the full force of a Minotaur's strength. You clench down as you cum from the treatment. It bellows loud and low at how good you feel.
It fucks you against the wall like that. Slowly rocking forward into your human frame You can't help but imagine if you had been any other Minotaur. Would it have fucked you harder? Or was Minotaur mating far softer than you gave them credit for? You'll have to answer those questions later. Right now, you just want to focus on your next orgasm.
You know its close when it starts to breathe heavier and thrust a little faster. Wet slapping sounds fill the air as its balls hit your thighs. In one final thrust, it groans and hot cum fills you. You can feel its balls draw up behind you. You didn't realize how long a Minotaur could cum until minutes passed and you were still being filled. Most of it has pooled between your legs and onto the floor, but your bulging tummy is aching from what little can fill it.
But you love it. You loved being bred by your bull. You wished you could be fucked over and over again just like this.
As it pulls out of you and holds you limp in its grasp, it hands you over to another Minotaur. The whole herd had watched you be claimed, now they think your a mare in heat. You can't blame them. As you spread your legs for the next bull, you think about how good it is to work on a Minotaur ranch.
The idea of a MinotaurïżŒ splitting me open with its huge cock makes me hot all over with the thought of being stretch out and riding that bull horns and all
it wasn't the type of sacrifice i had expected to be when my name was chosen. thrown into the labyrinth to appease the minotaur for another winter, to keep him from raiding the village. everyone had their own theories about what happened to the maidens who were sent in. some guessed they were eaten raw, some guessed they were roasted over a fire, and some guessed that there was no minotaur at all and the maze was littered with bones of sacrifices who starved.
i don't think anyone expected this. i certainly hadn't.
he'd stalked me through the maddening twists of the labyrinth like nothing. carried me back to what must be his home - somehow, there were furs and other homely comforts here. and the other sacrifices. all of their minds broken, round with what could only be calves, breasts that could only appropriately be called udders, heavy with milk. wives of the minotaur. all seemingly lost in a haze of shared pleasure together.
so with my hands pinned above my head in his great strong hand, the other forcing my legs open and his hips keeping them apart, marking up my chest and neck with sucking, bruising kisses, thick flared bullcock pressing insistently at my hole, slicking it with his pre... there was little to do but accept my fate as the minotaurs newest bride.
Being pregnant, but with the young of your monster lover headcanons. <3
Werewolves can breed an average of 5 pups into you, so thatâll be a lot of kicking. Your breasts will naturally be swell up with ample milk for your pups, which is a natural change that some mates of werewolves arenât prepared for. Also, be prepared to be knotted again and again throughout your pregnancy. Thereâs something about a pregnant mate that makes werewolves hornyâŠ
Tentacle monsters will deposit 50 to 100 eggs into you, but theyâre usually small and jelly-like, so itâll be easier when it comes to laying them. Your belly will slosh around with every step, and itâs common for a tentacle monsterâs significant other to expel gelatinous material from their hole throughout the pregnancy. This is normal, as sometimes tentacle monster semen canât escape the womb due to the eggs blocking the exit.
Dragon eggs are much harder to lay, unfortunately. Theyâre big, hard, and will hurt when being pushed out. Itâs usually easier to have some sort of lubricant before laying dragon eggs (whether it be the knot of your dragon lover, or your own juices) Even then, however, theyâll tease you by crowning, only to drift back up into your womb. At least dragon mates usually only lay an average of 3 eggsâŠ
Slime eggs commonly glow. You get to see you how they emit light out of your swollen belly, watching your bioluminescent young swirl around. Though gelatinous, theyâre roughly the same size as dragon eggs and are linked together, so laying them can be mildly difficult. To help, slimes that have the ability to emit aphrodisiac pheromones will try to relax you, so that your walls can loosen up and push out the long chain of eggs. Roughly 10 to 15 eggs per pregnancy, though the numbers can increase depending on how many times your bred by your slime lover.
Minotaur/cow calves are huge. And I mean huge. Despite only averaging 1 calf each pregnancy, it feels like you have at least 10 inside of your womb. Itâll be almost impossible to sit up, let alone walk. And it doesnât help that your breasts will be supple with sweet milk, weighing you down even more. It helps to be milked to get rid of that extra weight, though itâll only provide a couple of days of relief before your breasts are ready for milking again. Birthing will be painful, but at least you were prepped a bit by a giant bull cock.
âOh I forgot youâre still muzzled. In that case how about you come over and I replace your muzzle with something to suck on and your favourite chew toys?â
*puppy whimpers beggingly*
âIâll take that as a yes. Iâll get your cage readyâ
opening up the door of puppyâs room to see them slamming themselves down on a dildo and moaning out my name. they donât even stop when I enter they just keep fucking themselves and rocking it deeper and deeper and saying âplease, please, pleaseâ while I jack off to their desperation out of reach.
-dryhumps u- ah!! so sorry!! -keeps dryhumping you- youre just so soft and cuddly i cant help myself!! -whines and lays on top of u and dryhumps u more- you feel so nice against me and you smell like me auhh comfy, -falls asleep on top of u- âĄ
Imagine being a plushie and your owner starts getting more and more intimate with their cuddling. It starts small, maybe a little kiss here and there, or their hands wandering over your seams, but soon it evolves into them pressing your limp body tightly against theirs, rubbing their crotch against you. They start touching you like this regularly, almost every night, each time growing bolder. One day, after your fur is smeared with their fluids and your seams have begun to wear with use, they clean you up, give you a reassuring smooch on your embroidered nose, and then reach for a pair of scissors and a needle and thread. You're about to be repaired exactly to your masters' liking.
hi um my liege y-you asked me to um. report back to you when the prisoner you sent into the labyrinth had been, um, dealt with by th-the minotaur. well y-your highness t-there seems to be a bit of an, ahem, issue. no, no the prisoner is still in the labyrinth, y-yes the minotaur found them. i-it just ah, um, it appears that the. it appears that the prisoner and the minotaur are, um, they're-
WHAT if instead of bear pride for hairy fat men we ALSO had cow pride. for fat women with huge milkers. ok now give me 10000 reblogs a kiss on the cheek and a nobel prize