You stared at yourself in the mirror. For all the stress it had been arranging your wedding the day had finally arrived. Your outfit was perfect. A scooped neckline to best display your soon to be minotauran mate torc, a beautiful cream color with accents of green. White was considered a color for the dead in minotaur culture and while Tyrus had left his herd he still was uncomfortable with you wearing it for your wedding ceremony. Cream had been a compromise. Green was associated with fertility for minotaurs and was traditional for bova to wear for chosen mate ceremonies.

Other than the colors of the outfits most everything else about this wedding was from your culture. From the officiant to the venue to the order of the wedding, you had planned and arranged almost all of it. 

Your maid of honor and best friend, placed your mother’s old veil on your head, arranging it over your small horns.

“Ready,” your mother asked as she opened the door.

“Ready,” you replied with a nod, your tail twitching nervously.

Heading out of the room you walked down the hall with growing tension. You could hear the music change to signal the coming start of the ceremony. Your mother gave you a strong hug before hurrying ahead out into the garden setting area to join your other family.

A few moments of silence and then the music signaling the start of the wedding began. You knew what was happening, Tyrus was now walking down the aisle with Linth’en and Ulmot, his two friends from work, behind him. He would take his place on the right side of the officiant.

Ahead of you, your little cousins acting as ring bearer and flower boy were prompted to move by your maid of honor. Kyle had been very upset about not being able to throw things so you had switched his original ring bearer role with Alana who was just happy to have some role. Your bestie gave you a thumbs up as she moved forward. Then two of your friends from college went behind her. And finally you.

Your heart pounded with nervous excitement. You were painfully aware of each movement you made. Your walk didn’t look too silly did it? Your hair was still right? Was your outfit sitting correctly? Maybe you should adjust—then you stepped into the garden and saw Tyrus. All of your worries instantly vanished.

There he stood in his deep purple formal clothing with a red sash around his waist. The colors promised the wealth he would bring to you and the blood he was willing to shed for you. His horns were freshly shined and decorated with fine gold bands inlaid with gems. On his back was something you had only seen on his apartment wall before - his labrys - a double sided axe polished and freshly sharpened.

Before you knew it you were facing him in front of everyone. You barely heard the officiant as the ceremony started, you were too lost in Tyrus’ soulful dark brown eyes.

“And now the vows,” the officiant said, looking at Tyrus.

Tyrus’ ears twitched with excitement, his tail curved up behind him in joy. “Kardia mou, the night we met I knew you were special. I had given up on finding love until I met you. Just in this past year you have brought an endless amount of joy and love into my life. When I left the wandering herds it was because it felt like I did not belong in a world where my only purpose was to travel without rest, fight, and gather wealth for bova I could not speak to unless I was chosen to lay with them. But you have given me something I want to fight for, something I want to defend.”

He took the labrys off his back. Kneeling he presented it to you. “I vow to give you the best that I can. To protect you and your honor. To share your burdens and fight your foes. To ensure you are satisfied in all areas of life. On this symbol of my duty, before all gathered here, and the gods above I do so swear.”

As he so often did, his words took your breath away. Tyrus had told you he was going to bring some minotauran elements into his vow, that he would present his weapon to you, but his words were more beautiful than you imagined.

“Tyrus, my love. Every night and day since I met you has been a new adventure. I have changed, in more ways than one,” there was a smattering of chuckles from the guests, “but you have always been there to support me. You have become a pillar of my life to lean on when times are rough. Around you I want to construct the rest of my life. Build a home for you to rest, for us to find endless love and sanctuary in each other and any others that may come in the future.”

Tears pricked in your eyes as you tried to contain your emotions and get through the vow. Reaching out you placed a hand on his axe as Tyrus had asked you to do. “I vow that my heart shall be fertile ground for our love to grow and flourish. That all of our herd will drink rich milk and eat fresh grain. I accept your duty and your vow before all gathered here and the gods above.”

A couple of tears slipped down your cheeks as emotion overwhelmed you. Tyrus stood, returning his labrys to his back. You saw the sparkle of wetness on his black fur in the sunlight. Knowing he was crying too made a few more tears leak from your eyes.

“And now the exchanging of rings and torcs.”

Alana rushed forward with the pillow that the rings were resting upon. There was a large torc for Tyrus and inside of it sat an identical smaller one for you, within that was a large gold band and a smaller jeweled gold band nested within.

As per minotaur custom you started. Taking the large but surprisingly light torc of twisted bronze and gold you reached up - Tyrus bending slightly - and placed it around his neck. The curved ends rested against his collarbone. “With this torc I claim you as my mate.”

Tyrus then picked up your torc and placed it around your neck, his ears twitching forward with excitement. “With this torc I recognize your claim.”

You picked up Tyrus’ ring and he carefully picked up yours, it was so small in his massive hand. The officiant spoke again. “Do you take this human as your lawfully wedded partner?”

“I-I do,” Tyrus replied, choking up just a bit as he slid the ring on to your finger.

“And do you take this minotaur as your lawfully wedded partner?”

Tears streamed down your cheeks now as you grinned. “I do,” you declared, sliding the ring onto his massive finger.

“Then to the gods above, the earth below, and all those gathered here, I pronounce you wed. You may kiss.”

Cheers erupted from the crowd as the music blasted. Tyrus lifted the veil to reveal your face. Scooping you up in his arms he claimed your lips in a fierce kiss. He spun you around before returning you to your feet. You looked away from him for the first time since walking down the aisle to see both of your parents crying in the front row. The smiles of the whole room.

Hand in hand with Tyrus you walked down the aisle and back inside. Heading to the dressing area Tyrus pulled you into his dressing room and placed another kiss upon your lips. It was long and needy, taking your breath away. “You are beautiful, my mate.”

“And you are handsome, my mate,” you replied, pressing a kiss against his wet nose. His hands roamed, his fingers running along your back and dipping to cup your ass.

“I want to take you right here,” he whispered in your ear.

“Insatiable,” you muttered, running your hands along his chest. “But if we start now we’ll miss the reception. And we spent a lot of money on an open bar.”

“True,” he squeezed your ass before releasing you. “I suppose we should go enjoy our $10,000 dollar party.”

You slapped him on the ass. That tone of his was steeped in his discontent at how frugal you had been. With his promotion’s pay increase he had told you there was a budget maximum of $25,000. “Don’t give me that. I went 9k over budget for our honeymoon. I had to make it up.”

Tyrus just shook his head. The two of you had this conversation a few times already. Now it was a moot point. Your arm wrapped around his, the two of you returned to the main hall to officially greet your guests as a couple.

Tyrus swept you up in his arms and carried you through the villa doors. You would spend a little over a week here on the island of Poros, before island hopping over to Crete to see the minotaur heritage sites and spending a week exploring history, then heading over to Santironi for the rest of the honeymoon. After leaving your wedding reception you had a few hours sleep at Tyrus’ apartment before leaving to catch your flight. Now it was evening already in Greco-Macedonia but, having slept more on the plane, both of you were still feeling energized.

The villa was part of a small vacation resort but instead of a hotel there were small villas for those that wanted a privater and luxurious experience. It was a ten minute walk from any of the other touristy areas giving the illusion of seclusion as well. Perfect for a newlywed couple that wanted to let loose and enjoy a well-earned vacation.

Inside of the villa Tyrus set you down on the bed. His thick form leaning over you, arms on either side pinning you in place. “We were too tired last night, I want to fuck my mate.”

You grinned but pushed against his chest. “Our luggage needs to be brought in. Go get it and I am all yours.”

He huffed, his ears twitching in annoyance. But he did as you told. The moment he stepped out of the bedroom you darted to the bathroom. Inside you quickly undressed and pulled a set of lingerie from your small personal carry on bag. You hadn’t wanted to fly in these uncomfortable underclothes but now it was time to wear your sexy cream colored wedding lingerie.

“Omorfia?” Tyrus called out as he reentered the bedroom to find the bed empty.

“Lay on the bed and get comfortable,” you told him through the door, as you slid on the lace that was underwear shaped.

“Oh? As you desire.” As he moved to the bed you heard the excited clomp of his hooves on the floor.

You put on the bra shaped lace and then the garters and lace stockings. Looking in the mirror you adjusted your hair and rinsed your mouth out with water. An excited grin was plastered over your face but you forced your expression into a sultry look. Opening the door you strode out of the bathroom. It was a short walk to the bedroom and you leaned against the corner looking seductively at Tyrus on the bed.

He had already removed his clothes and was propped up against the pillows, hands behind his head displaying his muscled chest. Your eyes drifted to his thick but currently flaccid cock. It visibly twitched in excitement. With each step you took towards the bed his cock rose to attention.

“Husband,” you greeted with a sensual smile. A small squirt of pre-cum issued from his cock at that title. The scent of the cum caught in your nose causing that lovely sensation of warmth and coolness to start spreading across your body.

“My mate,” Tyrus replied, reaching for you. But you batted his hand away. Climbing on to the bed, you straddled his stomach. His hot rod rubbing against your ass. He released a low bellow of frustration, his ears flicking as he restrained himself from touching you.

You smirked and placed your hands on his forearms, holding them against the wall as you leaned forward. He could easily escape from you but that wasn’t the point. Tyrus' ears tipped forward in interest as you peppered kisses across his snout.

A burst of hot air washed down your neck as he snorted eagerly. You felt his tendons flex as he curled his hands in an attempt to restrain himself. Kissing down his furred neck you began wiggling your hips, rubbing your ass against his throbbing cock. His hips bucked underneath you in pleasure as the lace teased his member.

“Mmmm,” you moaned, “Remember, how you told me your masturbation fantasy when you were traveling?”

“Yeah,” Tyrus groaned, his fingers clenching the headboard.

“Well, it is time to make it a reality.”

Sitting up you positioned your hips above his quivering, leaking cock. Reaching between your legs and finding the slit in the lace, you spread your pussy lips wide. A thick strand of desire dripped from your cunt right onto his cock. As your sweet anticipation ran down his thick length another squirt of his fertile cream joined it.

“Look at how ready your mate is for you,” you told him, dragging your hot lips over his cock head.

“Please,” he huffed, the wood groaning under his grip. 

Smiling, you pressed his throbbing flared tip against your aching pussy. You had taken him so often but even so you felt a wonderful stretch. Your cunt clenched around him as a thick squirt of his precum hit your inner walls.

“Fuck, Tyrus, you always feel so good,” you moaned sliding further onto his cock.

Tyrus was swearing under his breath in minotauran, trying to contain himself, from just grabbing your hips and fucking you senseless. His cock was constantly leaking his pre-cum inside of you, you could feel the magic of his cum invading your body.

Your knees give out, causing your eyes to roll back and long moan escape you are your pussy engulfed his cock. His thick rod stretched your body, you could feel him pressed against your womb. The carefully controlled display had broken and now nothing stopped you from bouncing up and down on his length. Moans and moos mixed as you fucked yourself on your minotaur husband’s cock.

Your breasts were barely contained in your fancy bra. You felt your hard nipples pressing out from the thin lace. One of your breasts popped out of the cup. The sight was too much for Tyrus.

His hands shot forward, grabbing your hips and taking over your movement. Tyrus pumped you up and down using you like a sex toy. Every stroke of his fat cock slid easily in and out of you. On his hips a pool of his own pre-cum mixed with your endless juices had formed. Each thrust down caused a wet smack to echo around the room.

“My mate,” he said, his speed picking up, “I am going to breed you. Once we move, you will never leave the bed. I will provide everything. You just need to get pregnant. Get pregnant. Get pregnant.”

He repeated those final two words as he slammed you down on his cock over and over again. Each thrust bone-shaking in its power. You screamed with pleasure as the powerful fucking sent you over the edge. Your cunt clamped down on his hot rod.

Then you felt the twitching of his massive balls, his cock swelling within you, stretching your pussy even further. With a deafening moo of pleasure, Tyrus shot a fountain of searing hot cum deep into your womb.

Both of your chests heaved. The drug of minotaur cum had fully taken over your body. “More,” you pleaded, “more cum. Bred me, husband.”

With a snort of excitement Tyrus rolled on top of you. You both had agreed on waiting for any calves until you both were settled - but that didn’t mean he couldn’t pretend that tonight was truly the night he was going to successfully breed his mate.

And you both would pretend every single night of your honeymoon.

So, this is the end for Tyrus' story for now! I am going to focus on other sequel chapters and some new stories going forward. Maybe I will return to Tyrus later but for now, he's just going to enjoy your honeymoon.

More Tyrus: After Party (Part 1) Sweet Cream (Part 2) NSFW Boyfriend Alphabet Anniversary (Part 3) Stress (Part 3.5)

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In the minotaur culture Tyrus grew up in, bulls are expected to do a lot for the bova. Not only are the usually relegated to the patrolling bull herds to keep the bova safe and bring in wealth but those that live with the bova are supposed to perform the majority of the daily labor. Meanwhile, the bova care for the calves, tend to spiritual matters, and govern.

Tyrus does not mind the idea of protecting you, of providing for you, of even doing the chores. Bulls are expected to do those things and they are expected to do them thanklessly. So, for Tyrus his love language is words of affirmation.

Every time you thank him for dusting or doing the dishes, his heart warms. When you send a text while he is in a meeting telling him you are thinking of him his stomach does a little flip. After a hard day when he complains to you about his coworkers and you listen and remember his concerns he knows he is loved. He isn't just a bull there to serve you, he is your partner, an equal, and that reminds him of it.

Darrick the Werewolf

Darrick's pack provided a very active and well-rounded childhood for him. Rough housing, sleeping in big cuddle piles, lots of licking and hugs were common. Everyone helped out with chores and the labor around the dens. Just as they always were, when Darrick decided to take a job that would send him across the Veil to the human realm, his pack - while saddened by him leaving - was very supportive.

While Darrick loves his pack and misses them while he is away, he also is a bit relieved to have some time for himself. With his family there is always someone doing something, ready to pull him along, and very little alone time, but also attention was always split between several wolves at once.

Darrick still wants to be with people but often he is just content to be. That is why Darrick's love language is quality time. Just spending time with you is infinitely meaningful to him. You don't need to do anything together - though he does love that - but you can just exist in the same space and that is enough. He plays his video games while you read or surf the web. Going out on a date with just the two of you, a walk in the park, camping in the woods. When you go into heat, he loves the sex, but the three to four days of uninterrupted time with you is just as meaningful.

I hope this satisfies you Anon! I have to think a bit more about some of the others - and some of them I don't think can feel love/loved in traditional human ways if at all!

Your tail swished back and forth nervously as you sat in your boss’ office. It was time for your end of year annual review. Usually you wouldn’t be nervous but ever since you had grown your cow features people around work had treated you differently. Since Lover’s Day several months ago projects that had been under your purview were transferred to someone else and a few of your best clients’ accounts had been given to Brent under the guise of streamlining.

You knew what was going on. It was obvious but a part of you wanted to deny it. It was stressful enough that you were in the middle of a court case against InstantImp for what their imp did to you. You just wanted to work and leave and not deal with workplace politics, so you had never gone to HR. Jokes. They were just jokes due to the strange situation, that’s all you wanted to believe they were. When you found a cow bobble head on your desk it had just been a joke, right?

“So,” your boss began as he set a file down in front of you, “uh, yeah, your yearly review…listen, your past reviews have been great. You’re a hard worker, reliable, dedicated, but we’ve noticed that you aren’t doing as much as you used to. Workload is down, fewer clients, not to mention this whole cow thing…well, there have been complaints to HR. That you are distracting your coworkers, your tail always knocks stuff over, it is scaring our clients. And, well, we can’t have that any more. Moving all this stuff around to accommodate you, it is a lot, strain on resources. You know what I’m saying? Besides, having a corrupted employee like you just sends the wrong image about what our company is about, the values we hold. So, we’re letting you go.”

You blinked, staring at your boss. You hadn’t expected that. “What?”

“What you get a cow brain too? That explains some of your work recently.” He chuckled as if it was supposed to be a joke and like that a dam broke, “You’re no longer part of the herd. Your job has been taken to the slaughterhouse and made into hamburger. You need to moooove on!”

Standing sharply you glared at your boss - ex-boss. Your cow ears were pressed back against your head, tail straight out, and head tilted forward, your small black horns pointed at him. He startled pushing away from his desk with sudden fear. “I already have a lawyer, asshole, I’m suing for wrongful termination and discrimination.”

He found himself again and shook his head. “Good luck, Bessie, discrimination laws only apply to humans - and you aren’t really human anymore are you?”

Storming out of his office you returned to your desk. Grabbing a file folder box you dumped everything out on the floor and began packing up your little knickknacks and photos. Actually, come to think of it, you had bought that desk lamp with your own money and the pen holder and the pens!

You grabbed the cow bobblehead and chucked it into the bin. What had you been doing keeping that?

Your coworkers - ex-co-workers - stared at you. A few started whispering amongst themselves. You squeezed that last of your things into the box. Throwing on your coat and winter gear you grabbed the box and headed toward the doors, stepping all over the files you had dumped out.

“Don’t have a cow now,” you heard someone mutter.

You froze, fighting to not turn around and yell at them. Breathing out slowly you walked out of the building.

It wasn’t until you closed the door to your apartment that you allowed yourself to cry. Leaning against the closed down you sobbed. There was a clatter in the kitchen. “Omorfia, what are you doing home so soon? …What’s wrong?”

Tears still streaming from your eyes you looked over and saw Tyrus hunched over in your kitchen, setting up the table. There were unlit candles placed all around and there was the scent of cooking permeating the air.

“Tyrus what are you…oh our anniversary!” You sniffed and wiped your eyes. “I’m sorry, I…I ruined your surprise…”

The tears welled up again. Tyrus hurried over to you, nearly whacking his horns on the ceiling fan in his rush. He removed the box from your hands and swept you into his arms in a tight hug. Carrying you to the couch he sat down, holding you on his lap in his arms. “The surprise doesn’t matter. You are all that matters right now.”

Leaning against his chest you let yourself cry and be comforted. A few minutes passed before you were able to explain to Tyrus what happened. “They fired me for being physically corrupted.”

“What but that happened months ago, why now?”

“I know. I think they were waiting to see if it would go away or if it was legal or finding just cause or something. I don’t know why they waited this long but…gods, having to look for a new job at Yuletide.” The tears started to well up again. “I really liked that job. I was climbing the ranks. The benefits were great…I thought it would be long term at the very least!”

Tyrus pressed his large flat nose against your cheek in a kiss. “I know…I am sorry, omorfia.”

Even within those sympathies you could hear his hesitancy. How many times had you complained about work to him? He had told you to leave before when you mentioned how they were taking away your work. Tyrus had gotten angry when you mentioned you being bothered by their teasing but not wanting to go to HR. In your already emotional and wounded state you reacted harshly. “Please, you wanted me to leave. Don’t give fake sympathies.”

Tyrus’ big bull eyes widened in surprise at your words. “I thought you would be happier elsewhere but you are hurt by this. I don’t want to see you hurting.”

His big hands squeezed you gently with comfort. A balm to your wounds. Your face softened and you sighed, at least your crying had stopped. “I know. Sorry…just…you were right. You were always right. I should have left…my boss, gods, I’m not even a minotaur but it was just so species-ist!”

You repeated some of what he had said to you at the end. Tyrus’ ears flattened and he snorted with anger at your ex-boss’ bigoted words. “If this were the Old World I would challenge him to a duel for your honor and the insult…as I can’t, all I can--” The sudden scent of smoke reached your noses. “Skata!”

Hopping off Tyrus’ lap you ran to the kitchen. Throwing on the oven mitts you pulled the quiche he had been making out of the oven. The whole top was dark black. A sudden beeping echoed through the apartment as the fire alarm went off. Tyrus grabbed a nearby magazine and began fanning the air.

Setting the ruined meal on the stove you turned off the oven. The beeping faded though your ears still rang for a moment. You looked at Tyrus, still fanning the air to make sure the alarm wouldn’t go off again. His thick arms rippled, there was flour dusting his black hide, and you realized he was wearing an apron that had “rubs his own meat” written boldly on the front. A smile came to your face and you chuckled, “Gods, I love you.”

He grinned at you and winked, flexing his arms as he stopped fanning, “what isn’t there to love?”

“Well, I think your cooking skills leave a bit to be desired,” you teased.

Tyrus sauntered over, though the seductive image was ruined a bit as his horn knocked the ceiling fan, causing its blades to spin. “I was merely distracted,” he needlessly explained, placing his hands on either side of the counter, trapping you against the counter.

“I wouldn’t call me getting fired ‘mere’,” you replied in challenge.

He snorted, his ears twitching, “...yeah, I got nothing to that. I’ll go get some takeout?”

“Oh and now on our first anniversary, you are suggesting we do takeout?”

“We still have the romantic candles I set up. We can cuddle on the couch and watch the latest episode of Fall of Lewythglen together.”

“Mmmm, that is tempting…”

“You can wear your pajamas,” he enticed, “and I can pick up some of that creme brulee white hot chocolate from the corner cafe.”

You stuck out your tongue before smiling, he had won. “Very well, but we are getting Simmer Down for takeout.”

“Oh no, not my favorite. What a hard bargain you drive.” He kissed your cheek. “Get changed, I’ll be back in half an hour. Love you.”

By the time that Tyrus returned you had cleaned up the burnt quiche, lit the candles, and changed into your comfiest pajamas. You even pulled out your largest soft woolen blanket and set up the tv trays. The two of you settled on the couch with your food and drinks as you brought up the Peach streaming app. 

“Previously on Fall of Lewythglen…” You hurriedly ate a few bites of your fries as the recap went over the set up for the dramatic cliffhanger last week. The elven advisor Velsuris and Princess Bethea’s intimate dance at the ball, the greedy baron receiving a shady package from an individual at night, the king collapsing to the ground after reading a letter which an unknown hand tossed into the fire, and Bethea raising as regent to the throne…

Besides the munching of food and the occasional rustle of packaging, you both watched the fantasy-historical drama with rapt attention. 

“What?! They can’t leave it at that,” you bemoaned, “another cliffhanger and we have to wait until January!”

“Mmm, I think they moved up the timeline.”

“But the child! Is it really the dead prince’s?! Is the baron going to try and make himself regent instead of Bethea now there is another heir?! And that reaction Velsuris gave?! It was so suspicious!” You slumped against Tyrus with eager frustration. You couldn’t wait to gush about this online and read the theories. Though the show was based on a true story of the magical realm, the story was still exaggerated and changed for the screen.

“Do you think Bethea and Velsuris will kiss by the end of the season,” Tyrus asked you as he finished his last few now cold fries.

“I hope so! We’ve been dancing around it for two seasons already. What about you?”

“No, I think they’ll save it for next season. Even though we know what happens, the writers are going to draw the tension out as long as possible. It is going to be something dramatic. Like he saves her from an assassin or something.”

“Really? I am hoping it will be a bit more romantic.”

“Saving someone you desire isn’t romantic? That’s how I got you.”

“Well, it is, but that seems like too passionate a circumstance for their relationship. I think it will happen more naturally or at least tenderly. A late night working on some problem together, maybe the Shadow Army attack in town. They are bent over the table, then upon solving something look at each other. Their eyes meet and like magnets drawn together in a kiss!”

Tyrus shrugged, “it just seems mundane.”

“Never underestimate the power of the right moment,” you told him, getting off the couch and stretching.

You heard him shift on the couch and almost awkwardly reply, “right, the right moment…”

Picking up the trash you tossed it into the garbage bin. “Are you going to spend the night? I know you still have work tomorrow.”

“Do you want me to? If you need me to stay for comfort I am happy to - even with your tiny bed.” There was teasing humor in his voice at the last bit, trying to keep the conversation light.

“I…I’m not sure. I want you to stay but I also want to be alone for a bit.”

“Well, why don’t you go take a shower and I will clean up everything. Then you can decide. Either way are we still on for my company’s holiday party on Friday?”

“Of course, I’m looking forward to it…and yeah, I’ll go take a shower.”

“Love you, Omorfia.”

“Love you too, Tyrus.”

The company Tyrus worked for, H&F Security, had rented out a small ballroom for their end of year party. It was not extravagant but it was far nicer than your old company would have arranged. Two large buffet tables were laden with small little snacking foods from this realm and the magical realm. The vast majority of those filling the ballroom were monsters, but there were humans scattered about. Primarily humans hanging off the arms of their monster partners, just as you were hanging off the arm of Tyrus.

“I’m going to get some food,” you told Tyrus as he spoke with Linth’en and Ulmot, his elven and orc coworkers, about some project or another.

“Get some of those blueberry bites,” he asked as you departed before turning back to the conversation.

At the buffet table you grabbed a floating plate and began to load up on various munchies for you and Tyrus. Another figure approached. “You are Tyrus’ human.”

You glanced at the figure. A large bova stood there, her fur a mottled brown with a shaggy texture. “Yes, I’m Tyrus’ partner. I’m--”

“I am Hellena,” she said, cutting off your introduction. “I challenge you for Tyrus.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Ha! You play at being one of us, you lay with a minotaur, but you do not know our ways. Tyrus is a healthy stud and I desire him to breed me. He says you have claim to his seed, so by our laws I challenge you for it.”

You stared at Hellena. “No. You are in a human realm. Tyrus left the wandering herds to come here, neither he nor I are bound by minotaur laws…are you new? I remember Tyrus mentioned there was a new minotaur hire a couple months ago. I didn’t know you were a bova.”

Hellena looked flustered but snorted with anger. “My short time in this realm only gives me insight into its cultural flaws. If you truly wanted to avoid challenge to Tyrus’ seed then you would have fully bound him to you. I see no mate torc on either of you.”

You were still reeling and couldn’t help but laugh. This was hilarious and after being fired just a couple of days ago due to human bigotry you weren’t about to deal with this. “Whatever. I’m going to bring this food to my partner Tyrus and you can seethe.”

Walking away you heard her hooves against the wood paneling following you. “Humans are sedentary, you will not transfer with him. I will. As a human you will only hold him back.”

Then Throzi, a dragonblood woman you had met previously, stepped up between you. “Hellena, hey…”

The tone told you Throzi knew why Hellena was following you. How long had Tyrus been dealing with the bova? For a month? He hadn’t mentioned being harassed at work. You had leaned on him so often dealing with InstantImp and now being fired - did he feel like he couldn’t lean on you?

“I got you four blueberry bites,” you told Tyrus as you rejoined his side.

“Thank you,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek before taking a blueberry bite.

“Those look good,” Linth’en commented, “I shall fetch some myself.”

“I’m craving some of that meat wrapped in cheese,” Ulmot agreed. Both departed leaving you and Tyrus alone.

“I met Hellena,” you told Tyrus as soon as the other two were out of earshot.

Tyrus stiffened. “For Asterion’s sake. Don’t listen to anything she says. She’s new to this realm, still learning about humans here.”

“Yes, I can tell. If I didn’t know how open minotaur culture is about breeding and sex I would have been insulted by the reductive way she referred to you…you know, you could have told me she was bothering you at work.”

“She isn’t bothering me. I have dealt with much higher ranked bova than her before. She’s barely out of calfhood and just trying to assert her position. Trust me I am not interested. You know I left to get away from that stuff.” He ate another blueberry bite.

“Well, the way she speaks she seems to think your interest doesn’t matter. She challenged me for your seed and seemed to think if she won you’d happily be hers. She said if I was serious about you, I should put a mate torc around you. If I am correct, she said I should, in human terms, marry you.”

Tyrus nearly choked on another blueberry bite. “W-what?! Mate torcs…that’s…marriage…haha…what was she thinking…Just ignore her.”

You gave him a quizzical look. That was a stronger reaction than you expected. “You know, nothing she said really bothered me. I’m more bothered by you not telling me about her.”

A deep bellowing sigh left Tyrus. “You had enough on your plate, love. I didn’t want you to worry about something that you didn’t need to worry about…”

A sigh left you as well. “Thank you but…never mind. We can talk later.”

There was the slightest tension between you and Tyrus the rest of the night. Still, you both ended the evening at his apartment wrapped in each other’s arms. Both a bit drunk from the orcish whiskey you had tried.

You moaned as Tyrus lifted you onto the counter, kissing you deeply. “This feels familiar. After a holiday party where a creep accosted me. You wearing a Santa hat…” You plucked the hate from his horns and tossed it to the side. “Just like the night we met.”

“True…then, kyria, can I get you a drink?”

“Always.” Tyrus carried you to his bed and set you down upon it.

“You know a difference from the night we met,” he said in your ear before pulling back, “I am the nervous one tonight.”

“What do you mean,” you asked looking at him curiously. Tyrus kneeled before you, your eyes level with each other.

“I want you to know that this has nothing to do with what happened tonight. I was…I was planning for our anniversary but it didn’t seem like the right time for obvious reasons…Still, I don’t want to keep putting it off…Omorfia, I got the promotion, I’ll be security operations leader for the Great Lakes Union contracts…and I…I want you to come with me.”

He pulled a velvet case out from under the bed. Opening he revealed a beautifully designed torc necklace, solid but with intricate twists of gold and bronze metals, and a matching ring. “Will you marry me?”

So, do you say yes? ;)

More Tyrus: After Party (Part 1) [NSFW] Sweet Cream (Part 2) [NSFW] NSFW Boyfriend Alphabet Stress (Part 3.5) Wedding Bells (Part 4) [NSFW]

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Public Health Alert

Minotaur Essence Products In recent months, the sale of magical consumable items said to contain Minotaur essence in unregulated markets has increased. These items are often sold as giving people boosted energy, increasing their strength, and/or as sexual enhancers. Most often, these items are sold in small bottles similar to energy shots but have also been sold as gels or injections. Analysis by the Department of Monster Affairs shows that most of these items are dyed and flavored water, mundane steroids, or short-term and mild transformative magic potions. A small subset being sold as aphrodisiacs indeed contain Minotaur essence. Specifically, they contain Minotaur semen. Minotaur semen contains compounds similar to alkyl nitrites (colloquially known as the drug “poppers”), which induce sensations of euphoria along with magical compounds that have muscle-relaxing and elasticizing effects. The semen of Minotaurs loses these effects within four to eight minutes of ejaculation. While Minotaur semen is not known to be addictive, it can cause psychological dependency with long-term repeated exposure. Any exposure to unknown sexual fluids carries the risk of sexually transmitted infections. Additionally, for people with uteruses who are ovulating, inserting Minotaur semen into the vaginal cavity recreationally may lead to pregnancy due to the potent nature of Minotaur spermatozoa which can stay alive for over one week without preservation efforts.  The public is warned against consuming any of these unregulated products, magical or mundane, as there may be adverse health risks. If you know of people selling these products, please contact your local Wardens or call or email the Department of Monster Affairs.

The walls of the club throbbed slightly offbeat with the flashing red and green lights. On the dance floor, bodies writhed to the pulsing beat of the music, so loud that they felt the tone vibrate their bodies to a rap version of Jingle Bells. You watched the moving mass from a stool on the edge near the bar. Some work acquaintances had invited you out with them after the company Yule party, but this was not your usual scene. Perhaps that is why you ended up as the designated sober person and drink watcher. Perhaps your acquaintances had planned it that way, but you’d rather not think about it at the moment.

Your eyes swept over the crowd, picking out two of the three people you had come with. Yet, you could not help but be drawn to the sight of the others on the floor. The monsters. Many of the monsters stood out against the crowd of humans. Larger in size or with noticeable horns or tails. Mixed species bars and clubs were becoming more common ever since the tension with the monsters from the other side of the Rift had given way to peaceful acceptance.

You saw a naga dancing with a woman, her long snake lower half undulating around her partner sensually. A werewolf ground against the rear of his dance partner, advertising the goods under his pants. Dancing with one of your co-workers was a faun, his hairy hands roaming over their lean body suggestively.

Your legs rubbed together with desire. There had always been something about monsters for you. They were just better, more alluring, than humans. Maybe it was the forbidden aspect, how those relationships still broke boundaries even in this peaceful age. Not to mention how fascinating their cultures were, and their biology and magic were outstanding in your eyes. Such variety. Not that you had ever experienced anything with a monster beyond a short kiss with the siren dimensional exchange student in high school during Spin-the-Bottle.

Across the dance floor, your eyes made contact with a massive bull minotaur. The air left your lungs, and your core clenched with want at the sight of him. He was leaning against one of the small tables with a drink in his hand, an orc and an elf were next to him, surveying the stock of potential partners in the club. All three were wearing Santa hats and modified business clothes. They must have come here after a work function, too.

“What is a beautiful thing like you doing sitting over here,” a voice asked, a body suddenly pressing against the space beside you.

Glancing over, you saw what had to be a Hollywood cutout of a human pick-up artist leaning against the wall. One of his arms was above his head to take up more space and allow him to lean into you. With that one move, he successfully trapped you between him and the small table on which your and your acquaintances’ drinks sat. It was so intentionally casual that he had to have practiced it. Lame.

“Not interested,” you immediately told him, returning your gaze across the club. The minotaur you had locked eyes with was gone.

“Hey, hey, don’t be like that, babe,” the man said, reaching across your field of view to set his drink on the table. “Come on. Are you feeling self-conscious? That shirt may make you look fat, but the color really brings out your gorgeous eyes.”

You gave the man a look of disgust. “Did you really just try to neg me?! Go away.”

“Don’t be a bitch, that was a compliment.” He went to grab you, but suddenly, a large, meaty hand covered in short black fur wrapped around his wrist. The minotaur from across the club.

“Pretty sure the kyría told you to go away.” His voice was low and deep, almost lost among the throbbing bass of the music, but its edge was just threatening enough to reach their ears.

“Let go of me, animal,” the pick-up artist hissed, struggling vainly against the minotaur’s grip.

“What is in your hand,” the minotaurs asked, not even acknowledging the man’s words. Forcing his hand open, the minotaur pulled out a small bottle of white liquid. Taking it from him, the minotaur sniffed the half-empty bottle. “Really, you spiked her drink with this fake minotaur essence bullcrap?”

“What,” you exclaimed, outraged. “You were trying to drug me?!” Without thinking your foot shot out and nailed the desperate pick-up artist in the stomach. “Get the fuck out of here before I call the Wardens!”

The minotaur released the human as he clutched his stomach in pain. “Fucking cow deserves a beast,” he muttered just loud enough for them to hear as he scurried away.

The minotaur snorted, his hoof scraping the ground, causing the pick-up artist to run all the faster. You flipped off the human before your attention returned to the minotaur towering before you. “Thanks.”

“Minotaurs are guardians,” he said as if that explained everything.

“I thought that was just a stereotype.”

The minotaur smirked, lowering his head, and he spoke into your ear. His low voice resonated in your bones even more than the music. “True for our mates.”

Your face went brick red, your core clenching with desire at his suggestive words.

“Oh,” you managed to squeak out, the noise lost amongst the music. Your face was red hot. In an attempt to cover your sudden inability to speak and cool your face, you reached for your drink.

Then the minotaur’s large, callused hand covered yours. “Hold on, ómorfi̱ kyría; the bastard spiked that.”

“Right,” you replied, your brain still trying to catch up with the attraction and swirl of emotions you were feeling from being flirted with by such a prime specimen of beef. “With the fake, uh, minotaur essence.”

“Exactly, a low move. A woman like you deserves the authentic stuff straight from the source.” He chuckled and leaned in to speak into your ear. “So, can I get you a drink?”

Your mind went blank. No one had ever been so smoothly direct with you before. You weren’t completely sure how you responded, but you felt your mouth move. The minotaur grinned and tugged at your hand, leading you through the press of people. The next thing you knew, the cool night air hit your face, the city night blessedly silent compared to the pounding music of the club. The winter air helped to clear your head.

“My apartment is not far if that is alright with you,” the minotaur suggested as you walked. His low voice stood out even more without the pulse of the music.

“I…that’s fine…”

“There is no pressure, kyría. We can get a hotel room if that is more comfortable for you.” He gestured down the street where a few hourly hotels were set up for people leaving the clubs.

“No, it is fine…I’ve just never done this before.”

“Have sex with a monster or just a minotaur?”

“Well, yes to both, honestly, but more gone home with a stranger from a club. I typically don’t go out to clubs at all…” As you confessed, you felt even more awkward. What were you doing? This was silly. You didn’t even know his name.

He gave a nod. “You are not obliged. I would have stopped that man without wanting you as well. You are beautiful, but you do not owe me.”

A smile came to your face that was sweet of him, something that many humans could not grasp. “Thank you. I-I would like to continue, though. I am simply outside of my usual comfort zone. I am sure once we start, I will feel far different.”

The minotaur nodded again. “Do not be afraid to speak up if you feel uncomfortable. Despite what people say, we are not mindless rutting beasts…unless you want me to be.” He winked. The blush you had felt in the club reentered your cheeks.

As you walked, a crowd of drunken people approached, forcing you to move closer to the minotaur. His hand stretched out and wrapped around you, his strong hand gripping your hips as he pulled you close. A snort left him, steam billowing from his nostrils, the sight causing the drunks to back up and hurry along. Even when the group was long gone, his hand did not remove itself from your body but settled on your waist. Its heavy weight was titillating, reinvigorating your blushing desire. Under the pretense of keeping warm, you pressed against him further.

It was not long before you arrived at his apartment. At most, it was a ten-minute walk from the club and one of the apartment buildings recently renovated to accommodate the needs of monsters. Even so, he still had to duck to enter the elevator or risk catching his horns. As the elevator rose, the massive hand on your waist began to roam. His thick fingers ran along the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath it to tease your skin. The palm of his hand slid down and cupped your ass cheek with a gentle squeeze.

You bit your lower lip but couldn’t suppress the soft squeak of pleasure from your throat. He massaged your ass, his thumb rubbing circles around the end of your spine. While you were still a bit nervous, the arousal you were feeling started to override it. Glancing over at him, you slid your hand up his strong arm, feeling the powerful muscles underneath his short, bristly fur.

“You like that kyría ,” he asked, pulling you closer to him. Two of his fingers slipped between your legs and rubbed your quickly swelling lips through the cloth of your pants.

“Yes,” you groaned, grinding against his fingers lightly. Glancing down, you saw the bulge in his pants growing. You were about to fuck a monster. A minotaur. Anticipation mixed in with the nervous arousal.

A smirk graced his snout, his ears flickering with delight. If a bull could purr he did so, “Good.” 

The ding of the elevator barely registered in your head, but the minotaur dragged you down the hall to his apartment. For his size, the apartment looked small, though that could have been due to the larger-than-normal furniture taking up more space. But you weren’t allowed more than that cursory glance around before his hands were on you again. His hands rubbed against your body before lifting you up. He put your ass on the high kitchen table as he spoke low in your ear. “You said you had never been with a minotaur before. You might struggle to articulate things after catching a whiff of my essence. What are your boundaries?”

It took a moment for your mind to recognize what he was asking. Plucking the Santa hat from his head, you tossed it to the side as you answered. “No butt stuff. Not too rough.”

“Dirty talk, alright? Talk of breeding?” He squeezed your clothed breasts, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples, which were already rock hard.

“Nothing degrading, but yes to both otherwise.” You ran your hands across his broad chest, feeling his strong pectoral muscles flexing under your touch. Many beastfolk, like minotaurs, had a breeding kink (though perhaps it was simply vanilla for them), and you wouldn’t deny the appeal of that language either.

“Inside or outside?”

“What,” you asked, pulling back a bit confused.

“Inside,” he dipped his hand in between your legs, “or outside?” He drew his hand up and splayed it across your stomach.

His cum. Where did you want his cum? Your face went deep red again. Taking a long breath to steady yourself, you managed to get your reply out without too much difficulty. “I’ll take some night tea. So, don’t just talk about breeding me; actually do it.”

A low bellow of want released from him, his nostrils flaring. “Careful, kyría , words like those really will turn me into a rutting beast.”

You were about to formulate a reply when he lifted you from the table. Your legs wrapped around him as he carried you to the bed. Oh, it was a studio apartment that made sense with his horns - fewer doorways. Setting you on the bed, his large fingers fumbled with the small buttons of your shirt.

“Let me,” you told him, quickly unbuttoning your shirt and pants. He watched you remove all but your underpants, his ear twitching and tail swaying with interest. The red of embarrassment began to grow once again under his desired gaze.

“You know,” he said, removing his shirt and revealing his thick, muscled form. “I love how shy humans get about sex. It is cute seeing your face go red.”

He kneeled on the bed, his large, heavy body pressing you down. A wet nose brushed against your cheek. “Now, I will turn the rest of your body red by breeding you all night.”

Your shy nerves hit a tipping point, not to where you withdrew but where the reality crashed upon you. This was happening; this was truly happening. You were going to fuck a minotaur. An excited grin came to your face. 

Lifting your hand, you touched the side of his face and pulled his snout to your mouth for a kiss. His broad tongue plunged into your mouth, overwhelming you quickly. Your tiny tongue could barely fight against him, but you managed to rub it back and forth against the underside of his tongue. He pulled back from the kiss just as you ran out of air. A thick strand of saliva connecting your mouths together broke, landing against your chest. The minotaur huffed, his ears twitching with excitement.

His large hands gripped your body, one holding your thigh, massaging the generous flesh, and the other engulfing your breast. “Mmm, look at these. Your tits are so lovely. I could suckle at them for hours.”

Lowering his head, he took your other breast in his mouth. His lips pulled on your nipple, sending shocks of pleasure through your body. His fingers rolled your other nipple between them, tugging occasionally. He settled into a rhythmic sucking as if he was trying to milk you.

Under his touch, your body writhed, hips rolling underneath him as your pussy swelled with need. Your dripping core brushed against the large member straining in his pants, providing delicious friction.

With a pop, he released your breast from his mouth. The viscous saliva tingling in the cool air of his apartment. “Beautiful.”

He cupped both of them in his hands, massaging the globes, his thumbs circling your nipples. “But just imagine them full of milk. Heavy and swollen. Leaking. I’d hand-milk you every morning while slowly filling you with my cock.”

You moaned at the thought. His hands slid down to your hips. Sliding his thumbs under your panties, he lifted your hips into the air as he pulled them off. Your legs settled around his neck—your slick, swollen core inches from his snout. His broad tongue swept out in a long lick that touched every part of your dripping lower lips. A huff of hot air rushed over your aching clit as he snorted with pleasure.

“Damn, you taste sweet.” His tongue dove back in. Long, slow, broad licks that savored your taste. It felt so good but wasn’t quite enough to make you come. Then you felt his tongue press inside of you. That muscle alone stretched your inner walls; it was as big as most human male members itself. With the same deliberation, he fucked your dripping hole with his tongue. The tip of his tongue pressed against that perfect spot within you, and your vision went white as you came hard across his tongue.

The minotaur pulled back, licking his lips with satisfaction. “Delicious.”

“I--I thought you were going to breed me,” you said with panting breath as you came down from your orgasmic high.

“Oh, that is next. But a woman like you deserves the effort of making you orgasm without the influence of my cum.” Carefully, he lifted your legs off of his shoulders and set your ass on the bed. Standing, his gaze fixed you in place as he pulled the ties of his pants. He was not wearing anything underneath.

His jet-black fur went all the way down his body, covering the heavy ballsack between his furred legs. Jutting out of its sheath was the only bare skin - his meaty cock dripping with precum. The scent of the precum reached your nose. The musky aroma immediately entranced you. Your body was already flushed with arousal, sensitive from orgasm, but you shuddered with pleasure at the mere scent. What would it be like to consume it? 

Eyes dilating, you focused on the magnificent source of the musk. Reaching out, your fingers touched the searing heat of his thick member. You couldn’t even wrap your hand all the way around. Before you could lower your head and press your lips to the flared head of his member, the minotaur’s hand cupped your chin and forced you to look at him.

“Last chance to back out, kyria ,” he warned, “trust me. Once you have a taste, the essence will take full effect.”

Blinking, you realized that, indeed, you had so quickly succumbed to his musk that tasting his cum would put you in a state unable to express yourself except in pleasure. “You’re sweet,” you told him with a smile, “and I intend to take you up on that offer of a drink from the source. You’ll have enough to breed me afterward, right?”

The minotaur grinned and released your chin. “I guarantee you will be thoroughly bred.”

Still smiling, you lowered your head to his weeping member. White beads of his manly minotaur essence drew your eye. Leaning forward, you pressed a gentle kiss against his glands. The scent was overwhelming, and you had to taste it. Opening your mouth, you notice that the creamy precum washed over your tongue. It was salty yet had a rich flavor you found hard to describe. 

Even more indescribable was the sensation of the essence taking hold on you. Almost like breathing in peppermint a tingling sensation coursed through your head, energizing you. Yet, like hot chocolate, the whole round flavor washed over you like soaking in a hot bath as your muscles relaxed. The combined sensation was a lethargic yet ever-present need for the succulent thing in front of you - cock. You needed cock.

With slow movements, as if in awe of the member before you, you began to lick and suck at his cock. You had to get more of that wonderful essence within you. You needed it within you, on you. Your body craved his cum.

Your hands pumped along his length as you tried to work his cock into your mouth. The essence leaking from his tip worked its magical effects. Relaxing your jaw and tongue but also allowing them to stretch past their usual boundaries. Soon, you were bobbing your head. There were still physical limitations, even with his essence easing the way, but you managed to work a good third of his cock into your mouth and down your throat. Usually, you’d choke on something this big, but with the magic of his essence, your throat had become an accommodating zone of pleasure - for both him and you.

His large hand gripped the back of your head, guiding your motions. A snorting grunt of pleasure escaped him. “By Asterion, your mouth is magic kyria. ”

Your hands continued to pump the rest of his length. His was hot and pulsing under your fingers. He forced your head back and forth faster, fucking your throat. Suddenly, his searing essence poured down your throat straight into your stomach. You moaned around his cock, your hands continuing to pump him, as you were rewarded with three more spurts of his creamy cum.

With a pop, the minotaur removed the still-hard cock from your mouth. It felt like you were floating. Drunk on his cock. High from his cum. You reached for his cock once more. You wanted to worship it. You could spend hours sucking him off until his cum bloated your stomach. Yet, he pulled you away and up into his arms, your needy pussy spread wide as your legs were situated on either side of his body.

“No, no more in your mouth. I am going to breed you now, kyria. Your pussy will be overflowing with my cum.”

Oh. That did sound better. Your aching pussy filled to the brim. Cum in its proper place.

His thick cock rubbed along your pussy. You ground against it, the remainder of his cum spreading across your slick folds, starting its magic to make him fit inside of you.

“What an eager mate,” he commented, letting you cover his member with your needy juices. “Look at your beautiful body flushed red for me.”

“P-peas,” you grounded unable to pronounce your plea correctly with how far your mind was gone.

“You can still speak? I’ll have to fix that.” With a grin, he stopped your hips’ grinding.

Dragging your body up, he positioned the wide head of his cock against your dripping hole. Achingly slow, he pressed inside of you. His wide cock stretched every part of you. A deep, throaty moan left you as the thick rod hit your cervix. He was barely halfway in you. The minotaur pulled back his cock, scraping your insides. 

“Nooo,” you moaned as the wonderful fullness left you. He stopped with his flared tip, just barely inside of you. Then with a swift motion, he forced you down onto his cock. 

Your mind went blank from the pleasure. Everything else faded from your awareness. All there was, was the minotaur holding you and the hot cock within you. 

Your inner walls pulsed with orgasm, but he continued to move your hips up and down his length. His essence was slowly opening your needy pussy to his huge cock, but the remnants from your blowjob weren’t enough. You needed more in order to take him all. And he was all too happy to provide.

With a bellow, he forced your hips down as far as they could go as he dumped another round of cum into you. The searing hot cum filled your hole, prompting another orgasm from you. A wordless scream of pleasure left your throat. Your naked body pressed against his fur-covered chest, your fingers gripping his hard muscles.

Yet, even as you came for the third time that night, you wanted more. You tried to beg for that. Plea for more. But as he had promised, words were wiped from your mind. As your lips formed the “mm” all that followed was a long, deep moan. “Mmoooo!”

“There we go, kyria . Give in to the pleasure.” His member was still rock hard inside of you. Shifting your body, he laid you on the bed, his cock never leaving your pussy, so his cum was sealed inside of you, working its magic.

“This is why I love humans. Shy at first. Watching breaking you down until you give into your true nature.” As he spoke, the minotaur maneuvered your legs and hips until he was holding you down in a mating press, his hand holding your arms down so all you could do was receive him.

You tried to beg again, but all that came out was another moo-like moan. He chuckled, the vibration coursing through you, causing a whimper. Leaning over you, he pulled your ecstasy-addled face to his, dominating you with a kiss. “Pleasure-drunk, breeding cows.”

His cock pressed further into you as the cum worked its magical effect. Deliberate, unyielding pressure let his thick, meaty rod sink into your body. Half his cock. Three-quarters. Seven-eighths. He pulled back to the tip. Then with a mighty thrust, his cock hilted in your pussy, his cum squirting out.

The minotaur jack-hammered into you. His balls, heavy with thick cum even after two orgasms, slapped against you. All of it. You wanted all of his cum. He was right. This was your true nature. This is what you wanted all along. To be a pleasure-drunk breeding cow for a minotaur. With breasts swollen with milk for your calves. Your bull filling you with his cock as he milked you.

“Fuck, kyria , your cunt is sweeter than a purebred Bova. I’ve never had a human take me this well.” His hips stuttered as he came once more. You screamed as you came along with him. Your eager walls milking the cum from his cock.

He let your cream-filled pussy rest as he sat on his hooves, his eyes staring at the cum bubbling from your hole. You stared at the ceiling, your chest heaving with effort. Your body limp from both pleasure and the cum’s magic. Slowly you were able to lower your legs, causing a stream of cum to pour out of you. With shaking hands, you reached down and stroked your swollen abused lips spreading his cum around. Once your fingers were covered in the sticky cream, you lifted them to your mouth.

Tongue lolling out of your mouth, you greedily sucked your fingers clean. The minotaur grunted with amusement. Managing to glance at him, you saw his cock half deflated but now regrowing to full size. Grabbing your ankle, he turned you on your hands and knees. Without prelude, he slammed himself into your pussy once more.

“You have turned me into a rutting beast, kyria ,” he told you between thrusts. His huge hands reached around you to hold your breasts. His powerful fingers twisting and tugging on your engorged nipples.

“If this were the old days, I would whisk you away. Guard your fertile body to ensure you only carried my calves. My own personal breeding cow. Milk you when our calf was weaned to keep the milk in you, then breed you over and over. Start a herd.”

You were helpless beneath him. All you could do was moan and pant underneath him. All you could do was receive his cock and cum with ecstatic joy.

Several orgasms and about an hour later, even the mighty virile minotaur was spent. You were filled with his cum, but the effects of it were beginning to fade as you laid on top of him in the bed. His powerful arms were wrapped around your waist possessively. Your hands mindlessly stroked his fur as his chest rose and fell beneath you.

“Are you alright, kyria ,” he asked, his massive chest rumbling under you. “I didn’t go too hard, did I?”

“No,” you replied, nuzzling into him, too tired to elaborate at all. You were still processing the intense experience.

“Good, good…so, I am not sure how much you remember, but I was just caught up in the moment saying I’d turn you into a breeding cow…that being said…I don’t suppose you’d be open to seeing each other again?”

Shakily, you managed to lift yourself up to look into his deep brown eyes. You released a tired chuckle.

“What,” he asked, his hands tightening a tad nervously on your waist.

“I just realized,” you told him with another chuckle, “I don’t even know your name.”

“Oh,” he chuckled now as well, “I’m Tyrus. Pleasured to meet you…um…”

You chuckled once more and told him your name. “It has been a pleasure, Tyrus, and I would love to see you again.”

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It was a beautiful spring day. The cherry blossom trees that had survived the Great Incursion were in full bloom. A gentle warm breeze blew in from the south. Everything was perfect and peaceful outside.

Which contrasted with the chaos currently inside of your home. Who would have thought that preparing a wedding while getting ready to move to a new country and being embroiled in two different lawsuits would be so stressful?

“Fuck, did I pack the documents I needed to send you,” you swore as you frantically searched the table you thought you had set them on.

“If you did it was today, you said you had them ready last night,” your lawyer, Ailios, replied in a calm voice trying not to stress you out more. There was additional paperwork you had to file since you were moving out of the Federal States in two months. Your grandparents had always complained about how bureaucracy was the first thing to return after the end of the world and now you understand why. There was a form for everything and it was painful trying to keep track of what you needed to file, by when, and in what order.

Luckily, you had a wonderful elven lawyer that Tyrus had introduced you to. They loved finding every nuance of case law and out talking the competition. Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise you if all lawyers were elves or at least elvenblooded in the future.

You released a huff of frustration. Leaning against the table you closed your eyes and slowly began to recount your steps today. Opening your eyes you saw the pile of gift bags on the couch that you had put together before your lawyer had called. Walking over you pulled the folder of paperwork out from under the personalized tags you had made. “Found it!”

“Excellent, just scan those to me and you should have nothing else to do until the meditation date in July with your old employer.”

“Perfect, I need to clear my plate a bit.” Using your phone you opened up the specialized sending app. The magitech took over. Your phone, which had been floating near your head moved to the papers and began to teleport the documents. You had no idea how people used to live without magitech. You had seen some of the old movies, fax machines and scanners just seemed so cumbersome - not to mention printers.

“I have received all of the documents. I will file these today.”

“Thanks, Gaelia.”

“Of course and, let me say as a friend of Tyrus, take a break the rest of day. Let him help, you don’t need to do everything yourself.”

You chuckled before sighing. “Yeah, I…I’ll take your advice into consideration.”

“Good. I will speak with you again after your honeymoon.”

Hanging up you sighed again. It just felt wrong to have Tyrus help with all of this. He was still busy at work wrapping up projects or bringing those taking them over up to speed. Tyrus was also taking the lead on arranging the movers, finding possible houses, and setting up your new lives in the Great Lakes Union.

Besides, it really was your wedding. While Tyrus was inviting a few friends that he had made in the human realm none of his family was coming. In leaving the wandering herds, Tyrus had cut all ties with his family. Them crossing the Veil on such short notice would have been near impossible even if he wasn’t an outcast. 

It was a little over three months since Tyrus proposed to you and your wedding was in two weeks. Then there was your month-long island hopping honeymoon to Greco-Macedonia. Then two weeks after you returned would be the move to the Union.

Your parents had been surprised when you told them how soon you’d be marrying. But part of the rush was due to the move itself. The Union would only give you your visa if you were married to Tyrus and once he started his new position it was impossible to say when he’d have enough free time for a wedding. While his new job was with the same company he’d be inundated with work and unable to take an extended time off for a wedding for at least a year. Besides, the two of you didn’t want to worry about the trials of a long distance relationship.

The doorbell rang. Gods, what was it now?

You opened the door with a sigh and saw the delivery kid from the local cafe. Had you ordered something and forgot? You wouldn’t doubt it. It was probably a problem that you knew this kid by name. “Oh thanks Nix…did I already pay on the app or was I going to do cash? It has been a morning.”

“It's 2pm,” Nix replied, handing over the food and drink. “Already paid.”

You shut the door and sighed. Two in the afternoon? Last you looked it was eleven. When had you ordered this even? Pulling off the receipt you looked it over. Fifteen minutes ago? But you had been on the phone with your lawyer then. Then you saw the little note at the bottom.

Take a break. Love you. - Tyrus

You felt the stress leave your body. Tears pricked at your eyes. Gods, you loved him so much.

Sitting down on the couch with the food and drink your fiance had sent, you turned on the TV. He was right. You deserved a break.

Just a little drabble to bridge from part 3 to part 4 - the wedding. Part 4 should be out this week or some time next week. The start of this semester was insane. I have two new classes I am teaching and both are in topics I don't know much about so I've been doing a lot of research which has eaten up a good part of my free time.

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Department of Monster Affairs

MEMO: For internal use only TO: Director of the Field Agent Office FROM: The Division of Applied Magic and Alchemy TOPIC: Transformative Magical Elixirs After investigating the case of Agent Green developing rabbit ears during a recent mission, we have come to the regrettable conclusion that the magical elixir she consumed partially caused her corruption. The potion she consumed was regulated and created by this department to give her the speed and reflexes of a jackalope while in the field. This potion is still considered highly safe and stable for consumption among agents. However, during her mission, she was targeted by the corruptive magic of a demon. This corruptive magic interfered with the balance of the elixir, causing these corruptive changes. The Division of Applied Magic and Alchemy is working on a solution to reverse these corruptive changes. Our current methods are currently ineffective. Luckily, these corruptive changes are only physical and do not impact her soul. Agent Green can be returned to the field at your discretion.

You had been seeing Tyrus for nearly three months. The relationship was going well by your standards. He was as sweet as cream despite his imposing minotaur figure. After he learned how attracted you were to monsters, he was a bit overprotective while on dates if other monsters were around, but he felt no threat from humans. However, Tyrus still snorted at any human men he caught staring at you to scare them off. Human or monster, Tyrus did not need to worry about you breaking up with him to explore your options. The two of you got along well, and you found yourself catching feelings for this minotaur who could have been a one-night stand. Not to mention the sex. The sex with him continued to be as amazing as the first night - even more so as your body adjusted to the magical effect of his minotaur essence so you could actually participate instead of just letting him use you as a sex toy. Though that was still fun to do sometimes.

After every night together, he took such good care of you. But Lover’s Day was approaching, and you wanted to do something for him.

Tyrus loved to talk about milking you during sex. It was one of his biggest fantasies. But to milk you, Tyrus would have to get you pregnant. A three-month relationship was not long enough to consider something as permanent as a calf, and both of you were busy building your careers either way. 

Then you saw it on the corner of the internet where Teratosexuals discussed their stigmatized desires but also solutions to problems they faced in their relationships with monsters. A link to a witch’s webshop that provided various potions and remedies of a sexual nature. And for sale - Moo-duce. 

The lame attempt at coming up with a clever name aside, it was exactly what you needed. A potion that would cause anyone with mammary tissue and nipples to produce milk.

You ordered the potion immediately, and it mysteriously appeared on your kitchen counter the next day. Magic was great. The potion would take 24-36 hours to produce the first milk, and the results would fade after three days or so. You drank the potion a day and a half before your Lover’s Day date with Tyrus. You wanted to make sure your jugs were full of milk for him. There had been a warning that the mammary tissue and nipples would likely be uncomfortable during the 24-36 hours of growth and milk production, especially for first-time users. Tyrus was worth it, though.

After a couple of hours, your breasts started to feel tender. A few hours later, you noticed the first signs of swelling, indicated by your breasts continuously popping out of your bra when you moved too much. By the time you went to bed twelve hours after ingestion, your breasts felt like pins and needles.

The users had recommended massaging your breasts to alleviate the feeling. So, lying there in bed, you cupped your breasts, imagining Tyrus’ hands as you massaged them. You could feel the increased weight already. They had to have swelled a cup in size. Pulling on your nipples, you imagined how it would feel to have milk pouring from them. Tyrus’ lips already felt amazing when he sucked on them, but to have pressure released when that happened? A few reviews said their nipples felt as sensitive as clits.

You couldn’t wait.

In the morning, the pins and needles had faded, but now your breasts felt hot. You walked around your home with your shirt and bra off. Luckily, you had the day off. Sometime after lunch, you suddenly felt a cool tingle around your nipples. A wave of excitement crashed over you. Biting your lower lip, you slowly looked down with anticipation. Leaking out of your areolas were several white droplets of milk.

You danced excitedly. It had worked! 

Raising a hand to your breasts, you wiped the droplets away. Your fingers lingered over your nipple. You wanted to tug on it. You wanted to feel the release. Breathing out slowly, you fought down the urge. No, Tyrus would have the honor of being the first to milk you. You wanted to save it all for him. You were meeting him for dinner tonight.

A few hours later, you started to ready yourself for your date. As you walked, you swore you could feel the milk sloshing around inside of you, yearning to be released. You had pre-bought a larger bra for this evening, but as you put it on, you realized it was too small! The instructions said to expect a growth of one to two cup sizes, but as you quickly measured yourself, you realized you had gone up three and a half!

Fuck. There wasn’t time to go out and buy another. Unless you paid the exorbitant costs of InstantImp, there was no chance to get one that fit. You weighed the options in your head. You had bought a cute but baggy sweater for a top. Despite it being baggy, people would definitely be able to tell you weren’t wearing a bra…damn it.

Opening up InstantImp, you managed to find the same bra in your new size. Of course, there was an increase in fees due to the holiday. At least you could return the other one you bought. Putting in your order, it took ten minutes for the delivery Imp to knock on your door. In your straining bathrobe, you answered the door.

The imp’s wings kept him at human eye level. He wore a bored expression, but his eyes perked up at the sight of you. His flat bat-like nose flared. “Mmmm, moo moo,” he commented, “Thirsty. Give tip?”

“I’ll report you,” you told him shortly, taking your package. The imp pouted and muttered something under his breath in its natural language before teleporting away to pick up its next delivery.

Imps were useful creatures, but their grasp of manners was as lacking as their grasp of the mortal spoken word. It didn’t help that the Imps bound to InstantImp had been created during the Great Incursion by the Demon Lords. At least, this way, they served some purpose instead of wandering in hordes, spreading corruption, assaulting people, and causing chaos. However, you were unsure if, as one of the last corporations, InstantImp was any less evil than the Demon Lords. Was it still the exploitation of labor if the creatures were literally created to serve others?

Finally, you were able to get dressed. The baggy sweater was less baggy than you had wanted, but as you examined yourself in the mirror, it was hard to tell any difference. If anything, it looked like you were wearing a padded bra.

At six, there was a knock on your apartment door. Opening it, you saw Tyrus, his big black-furred form filling the doorway, his horns barely missing the hallway's ceiling. “ Omorfia mou ,” he greeted, holding out a bouquet of red flowers - gallic roses, traditional for minotaurs, or so you’ve read.

“Tyrus, my handsome bull,” you replied, taking the roses and inhaling their scent. They were lovely.

“They are enchanted; they will stay fresh for over a month even without water.”

Your smile grew wider as you set them on the kitchen counter. You will find a vase for them later. Locking your door, you took Tyrus’ arm and headed outside. “So, are you doing to tell me where you are taking me yet,” you asked as he led you down the street.

“No,” he replied with a devious expression. “A surprise means a surprise. Perhaps I should blindfold you and simply carry you there.”

“A tempting thought, but I shall pass for tonight.”

“Are you sure? I could put you on my shoulders. I know how much you love to hold on to my horns with my head between your legs.”

“I believe I would be the wrong way around for the position I enjoy.”

“True. Then I could hold you in my arms, princess carry?” The two of you continued to make sexually charged banter back and forth. While Tyrus never did carry you, you completely lost track of where the two of you were going. All according to Tyrus’ plan.

“And here we are,” he announced after a ten-minute walk after getting off the tram. He gestured to a brickwork building with a large ornate wooden door that looked like it belonged in a castle. Old World was inscribed in iron-wrought letters above the door. You had heard of this place. It was a restaurant that catered to monsters and those from beyond the Rift, or the Old World as they called it. It was hard, if not impossible, for those from this plane to gain access.

You gasped and hugged Tyrus as tightly as you could. Your milk-filled breasts leaked slightly from the pressure. “Really? Are you sure it's okay? I mean - I’m allowed in?”

“No, this is just for me; eat elsewhere,” he said, barely hiding a smile as he spoke. Then, he could not keep a straight expression. His ears twitched with delight as he chuckled. “Yes, it is alright, Omorfia mou . They are doing a Lover’s Day special for those with human partners here.”

While plenty of food from beyond the Rift had shown up in restaurants, those recipes used ingredients from this plane and were changed to fit the norms here. This was as true to Old World food as you could get in this plane. 

You danced excitedly, only collecting yourself as Tyrus led you through the front doors. A kitsune welcomed you, its tails swishing majestically, before leading you to the reserved table. It seemed they knew the sizes of those who would be eating at the table as Tyrus had a sturdier chair with his size, and you had a taller one to put you at near equal height to the table. Looking around, you saw all sorts of accommodations for various monstrous bodies. Unlike the human world, those beyond the Rift were used to adjusting for a variety of needs.

The dinner was a whirlwind of new experiences. The restaurant had created a tasting arrangement for the humans in the restaurant to give them the full experience. You tried roasted mimic, braised sunroots, fermented ooze noodles, and a whole variety of other things that you quickly forgot the names of in your excitement. You washed the food down with samples of Oakengleam Stout, Glowing Mushroom Wine, and Cinder Cider, the last of which caused you to breathe out a bit of smoke with each exhale. Finally, the tour of foods ended with a slice of heart apple pie.

“They say that those who share heart apple pie on Lover’s Day will have a passionate and happy year together,” Tyrus told you, offering a bite off his fork. 

“Oh, that is very romantic,” you cooed, a blush on your face. Around the restaurant, several other people were making similar comments, as their lovers had probably told them the same thing.

You wrapped your lips around the bite he offered you, a bit more sensually than needed, then offered him a piece of your own slice. A romantic year you hoped for indeed. 

Once dessert was finished and the bill paid, the two of you began heading to Tyrus’ apartment. It was a twenty-minute walk or so, but during that time, you noticed something. Your breasts were beginning to hurt. You could feel the pressure inside of them building up, needing release. By the gods, you needed to be milked.

“Are you alright, Omorfia mou ,” Tyrus asked as you reached his apartment building. “Did a dish not sit well with you?”

“No, it was all delicious,” you replied. You leaned into him as you entered the elevator. “It was the most wonderful surprise…Under my clothes, I have a surprise for you, too; it has just gotten a bit uncomfortable…”

Tyrus snorted with anticipation, his tail lifting and curving to show excitement. “Well, then, let us get it off you soon.”

You giggled to yourself. He thought it was lingerie.

In his apartment, your excitement only grew. Your nipples ached, longing to be touched, pulled, and suckled on. Tyrus wrapped his arms around you from the back, pulling you against his firm body. His fingers played with the hem of your sweater, slowly pulling it up. “Can I have my surprise now,” he asked.

You hummed in anticipation, turning around in his arms, your aching breasts brushing against his firm chest. “Oh, yes, you may.”

Tyrus’ thick, calloused fingers dragged along your sensitive sides as he pulled the sweater up and over your head, revealing your plain blue bra. You saw his brow furrow and ears flick with confusion. “Uh, it is a very pretty color, Omorfia . A push-up bra?” 

You laughed aloud. “That isn’t the surprise, silly. I never said it was something I was wearing. You see, I bought a potion from a verified witch to help make your fantasies, our fantasies, come true.”

As you spoke, you reached back and undid the strap to your bra. Pulling it away, you revealed your milky tits. “As you asked me on the night we met, can I get you a drink?”

The bull went silent as he took in your leaking nipples. You watched as his pants tented, his member growing rock hard at the sight of your milk-filled breasts. “ Nomízo óti eímai erotevménos mazí sou, ” he said in his native language as quietly as a prayer.

His hooves scraped against the floor as he kneeled before you. Usually, he would lift you up on the table or counter, but now he got down on your level. His large hands cupped your breasts. Your breasts had grown so large that they now overflowed his grasp instead of being engulfed by it. Tyrus snorted with pleasure as he lifted your heavy globes. His hot breath made your nipples stand at attention, milk dripping from their pores.

“Please, Tyrus. I need you to milk me.”

That broke him.

His broad tongue swept out across your right breast, licking up every leaking drop before finally wrapping his hot lips around your nipple. With a mighty suck, you felt the milk rush out of your breast, through your nipple, and pour into his eager mouth.

Your eyes closed, and your head tipped back as you moaned with pleasure. Gripping his horns, you held him in place. This was ecstatic. Each strong suck sent a jolt down your spine to your pussy. Soon your cunt was dripping as fast as your milk.

After a long suck, Tyrus broke off from your right breast and switched to the left one. You gasped with pleasure. With each strong pull of your tit, you felt your pussy clench like a slow, extended orgasm. “Fuck, Tyrus. I feel like I’m gonna cum just from this.”

He snorted, the speed of his suckling quickening. He took your words as a challenge. 

The muscles of your cunt clenched faster and faster. Gods, you were getting close. Your hands tightened on his horns. Your hips rolled, desperate for that little bit of extra to push you over the edge. You were so close. You were gonna--

Then Tyrus broke his mouth off again, leaving you at the edge of your orgasm. “Noooo,” you whined, tears forming at the corner of your eyes in frustration.

His hands held your breasts up, and he pressed them together. Lowering his head, he captured both of your leaking nipples in his mouth and sucked. Twin streams of milk shot out of your breasts and down his throat. You screamed. Your eyes rolled back in your head. Your hips shook violently as you came hard. He continued to gulp down your milk, extending your orgasm.

Finally, your body couldn’t handle it anymore. Your hands released his horns as your legs gave out from the pleasure. Tyrus caught you, releasing your breasts to hold you up. Lifting your feet off the ground, he carried you over to the sex swing he had installed a couple of weeks ago. With surprising strength, even for being a minotaur, he tore your pants off you, but the sound of ripping cloth didn’t even phase you. Your cunt was still twitching with aftershocks as he placed you in the harness face down so your breasts hung like a pair of udders.

“Look at you, agápi, ” he praised, his deep voice rumbling in his chest, “just like a cow. My little hucow with milk leaking from your tits.”

Another rip of fabric, and you felt his heavy cock rest between your swollen needy lower lips. You could smell his precum. The heady scent alone caused you to moan. His hot member rubbed against your pussy as he reached around you. Tyrus’ strong hands cupped your breasts once more, his thumbs and forefingers sliding down to pinch your nipples. Then he tugged.

Milk sprayed out of your tits. You threw your head back as your back arched with pleasure. Rhythmically, Tyrus began to milk your tits. First, the right nipple was pulled, then the left, repeat. Each tug on your nipples sent a stream of milk to the floor. You felt like a cow, and you loved it.

Your hips rocked, grinding against his cock. You wanted it in you. You wanted to milk his cock with your cunt as he milked your breasts. Your clit dragged across the silky skin of his dick. So soon after your first orgasm, it was already driving you back toward the edge. 

“Tyrus, Tyrus,” you began to chant in sync with your milking. “More, I need. Mo-mo-moooooo.”

You came once again, your juice gushing over his shaft. Tyrus relented his stimulation. His callused hands slid across your skin and held your hips. He pulled his cock back and began lining it up with your unused but soaking hole. “Listen to that, just like a real cow. Usually, it takes my cum down your throat to do that.”

The flared head of his weeping dick pressed against your pussy, slowly sinking in. Each glorious inch sent you further towards the edge of sanity. It was too much, but even so, you wanted more. Through the mind-numbing pleasure, you tried to ask for more again. Still, all that came out was a series of soft moos and moans.

He began to move your hips back and forth using the swing instead of thrusting.“But this is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be my breeding cow. Just think how much milk you’ll make when you are heavy with my calf. I’ll keep you bred just so you are always full of milk.”

All you could do was hang there in the swing and let Tyrus use you like a toy. Each time he snapped your hips back to hilt his cock inside of you, the force caused milk to drip from your tits. As he spoke, his pace sped up. “You’ll be hooked up to a milking machine. Spending hours on end cumming from your tits alone. Then, when I got home, I’d breed you over and over and over and over and - gah - Moooooooo!”

Tyrus mooed himself as he came deep within you. You could feel his hot, creamy seed filling you up, pouring into your womb in search of an egg to fertilize. Once more, your inner walls clenched, milking his cock. You wanted it all. He was right; you just wanted to be a cow. His breeding cow.

With his cock still rock hard within you, Tyrus lifted you out of the sex swing and deposited you on the bed. It was going to be a long night.

You awoke to the bright afternoon light seeping into the apartment through the windows. Tyrus’ chest rose and fell steadily underneath you, his half-hard cock still deep within your pussy. Tyrus was already a beast in bed, but perhaps it was true that fresh milk was an aphrodisiac for minotaurs because he had fucked you for an hour straight, fell asleep, then woke up and fucked you some more.

Your body was so relaxed and delightfully heavy. Tyrus had drained your breasts of milk last night, but you already felt them filling up again. You were starving, though, and extremely thirsty. Carefully, you lifted yourself off of Tyrus, your sore but sensitive pussy twitching as his cock was freed from inside of you. Sliding off of him, your body felt heavy; your head, in particular, felt like there was more weight on it. Strange.

The movement woke him. “Mmmm, kaliméra agápi mou, ” he muttered sleepily.

You recognized the first word, good morning. “It is far past morning, I think, but it is a very, very good afternoon.”

“It's Time for breakfast, still,” he replied, his eyes still closed. “Perhaps some fresh milk?”

He grinned and cracked his eyes open to look at you. A sudden look of confusion crossed his face, and he blinked rapidly. Sitting up to look at you properly, he stared. “Am I still dreaming?”

“No?” Your ears flicked with curiosity. Tyrus’ tail brushed against your leg. You looked down and saw that his tail was firmly on the opposite side, far from you. Turning your head further, you saw another cow’s tail, the same color as your hair, sweeping back and forth against your leg. Reaching down, a growing look of horror on your face, you followed it up…right to the base of your spine.

All tiredness in your limbs was forgotten as you bolted off the bed to the full-length mirror. Reflected at you, you saw your milk-swollen breasts, your normal body, but three very unexpected things: a swishing cow’s tail, a set of cattle’s ears in place of your human ones, and a pair of small shiny black bovine horns sticking out the sides of your head.

You screamed.

It took several minutes for Tyrus to calm you down. You sat at his kitchen table on his lap, sipping tea while he stroked your back calmingly. “The reviews and warnings never said anything like this,” you bemoaned.

“You are sure it was a verified witch? Not someone trying to make quick coin?”

“Yes, I mean, I am pretty sure…so many said she was trustworthy, people who are big names in the community…I followed the instructions precisely. I mean, my breasts grew more than expected, but that’s it.”

Tyrus thought for a moment. “Did anything else weird happen yesterday? Anything unexpected?”

You shook your head. “I just did housework and caught up on a few shows. The only unexpected thing was that my bigger bra didn’t fit, and I had to order a new one at the last minute.”

Tyrus hmmed in contemplation. “Wait, how did you get a new bra?”

“I used InstantImp.”

“Fuck. Tell me, did you anger the imp somehow? Did it say or do anything strange?”

You furrowed your brow, trying to recall. “The imp smelt my milk and asked for a drink as a tip…I told him I would report him…he…fuck. He muttered something in that demonic language of theirs and disappeared.”

Tyrus snorted with anger. “That little fucking Imp cast a spell on you. Their magic is supposed to be bound.” He sighed and pressed his snout to the top of your head. “Don’t worry. Until we figure this out, at least you will get to be the cutest cow I have ever seen.”

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Starting with red for physical disabilities. The magical realm is very adept at accommodating a variety of body types and needs. While most monsters found living in community with others have a bipedal body type, not all do. Merfolk that cannot transform their tails into legs (about 65% of the population) use wheelchairs to get around on the surface. Just like in the human realm, wheelchairs are a common form of mobility aid, as are canes, walkers, and walking chairs. However, these aids are often enchanted to be self-propelling or have other enhancements. Now, very popular among those using canes in the human realm are canes enchanted to transform the end into a grabbing hand, helping with tasks such as reaching items, putting on shoes, and other similar purposes. Other magical aids have been developed that are similar to those found in our world, but arcane rather than tech; there has been an upsurge in magi-tech combining the two to great results. 

Some monsters have developed their own solutions to accommodate the needs of their physically disabled members. For example, the Orcs, who are skilled biomancers, have used that magic to develop splicing spells that will attach limbs from fallen foes to replace those that may be missing. However, not all Orcs do this as the process is relatively new, and Orc culture does not stigmatize physical differences, merely seeing them as an additional challenge that their brethren are all the stronger for needing to deal with. 

Moving on to the gold stripe for neurodiversity. In the magical realm, little is known about neurodiversity as a framework. While those who are autistic, have ADHD, dyslexia, Down's Syndrome, or other neurodiverse labeling do exist, these individuals are mostly just seen as different, if not a bit strange, yet are mostly unstigmatized. This is a confirmation of what was suspected by many neurodiverse people and neurologists in the human realm - neurodiverse conditions have always existed, but it was the urbanization, industrialization, and technological changes of modern human society that made many these individuals stand out as abnormal with disabilities that needed to be “treated.” 

As researchers have examined monster species, it has also become apparent that some may be neurodiverse from a human perspective, but neurotypical within their society. For example, many elves would be considered on the autism spectrum by human standards, and most minotaurs would qualify as having ADHD. Of course, these labels would be an imposition of human-made social constructs, and it would be very rude and inaccurate to label these species such as a whole.

Because of the large overlap in neurodiversity and emotional and psychiatric disabilities, we will jump ahead to the blue stripe. Just like the human realm, those in the magical realm can experience depression, anxiety, PTSD, bipolar disorder, and other mental disorders. Because battles and war are more common in the magical realm than in the human realm, PTSD is fairly common to find - they call PTSD “memory scars.” Explorers, or adventurers, commonly develop PTSD, as do monsters whose lives and culture involve a lot of battle or harsh conditions, such as Orcs, bull minotaurs, and merfolk.

Determining the cause of a mental disorder can be tricky in the magical realm, as curses, demons, and other magical sources can impact mortals in similar ways to mental illness. Is that person truly hearing the voice of a deity, or do they have schizophrenia? Are they cursed not to trust the world around them, or do they have generalized anxiety disorder? This is a similar issue faced by the human realm before the advent of psychology. However, this trouble in determining the cause of mental disorders does not mean that there are no treatments that the magical realm has developed. Soothing magical spells, giving people time to rest, herbs and potions, and accommodations in expectations or labor are all ways in which the magical realm adjusts to aid or make room for those with mental illnesses.

Just like with neurodivergence, there are some monster species who, by a human standard, would qualify as having a psychiatric disability. For example, many centaurs would match the criteria for generalized anxiety disorder in the DSM-VII, and this may be due to their horse halves. Angels are prone to behavior similar to what would fit obsessive-compulsive disorder. Once again, these are human ideas of mental disorder, and an entire species should not be labeled as having a certain disorder; however, this information can be useful in navigating interactions with those species.

Now, for the green stripe, which stands for sensory disorders. Similar to physical disabilities, there are many arcane means that the magical realm uses to help or accommodate those with sensory disorders. Blind individuals may use service summons - similiar to service animals - to help guide them; many of these summons can speak to their summoner telepathically, which allows them to translate writing or describe the world as well. Some monsters have additional abilities that support certain impairments. For instance, Naga that are deaf in their human ears typically find that their sensitivity to vibrations is enhanced, giving them somatic hearing similar to that of snakes. Some monsters are categorically sensory disabled by human standards. For example, Werewolves are all red-green color-blind, even in their human forms, just like real wolves. And the monocular vision of cyclops means they have difficulty with depth perception and are notoriously near-sighted.

Back to the white stripe, for individuals with undiagnosed or invisible disabilities. As implied by the discussions on neurodivergence and emotional and psychiatric disabilities, many individuals in the magical realm are undiagnosed. This can have a negative impact on their lives and lead to misunderstandings with those around them. But knowledge about these disabilities from the human realm is helping to address the needs of these individuals. Invisible disabilities, like chronic pain, in the magical realm were often treated by the symptom, but not the source. Pain medication in the medical realm is far better and less addictive than opioids in the human realm, but without treating the source of the pain, conditions can worsen. This illustrates the significance of knowledge and resource exchange between the magical realm and the human realm.

Finally, the Department of Monster Affairs would like to address the black field of the disability pride flag. The black field is for those who have died of abuse or neglect due to their disabilities. While this article has focused on the positives found in the magical realm around disability, it is ignorant to assume there is not a dark side as well. Misunderstandings about disabilities, inability, or lack of desire to care for those with disabilities have led to abuse and death among the disabled population of the magical realm, just like it still does in the human realm. This is why Disability Pride Month remains important: to highlight the failures of the past and present, and discuss how we, as a society, can do better in the future; while still celebrating those who face additional struggles every day and their valuable place in society as neighbors, coworkers, friends, family, and individuals.

I'll be honest, I'm a bit nervous about publishing this. While I (probably) have undiagnosed ADHD and struggle with my own mental health issues, I am not the most involved with or that informed about disability rights or the correct language to use - something I work to correct, but you know it takes time. I have really tried to be inclusive and non-stigmatizing with my language and ideas here, but if I've made a mistake, please let me know so I can correct it.

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Minotaurian queer culture is interesting. Like in our human culture, minotaurs have a prominent gender and sex binary between bova (females) and bulls (males). However, whereas humans have had primarily patriarchal cultures, minotaurs have a matriarchal culture which has shaped their idea of queerness. 

In Minotaurian culture, bova and bulls live mostly separate from each other. The bulls patrol the plains around bova communities protecting them against monsters and gathering resources. The only time when bulls and bova mix is the brief moments of resource exchange and mating season. There is one city, Tantere, among the Elysian Plains and that is the only place where bova and bulls live together. This is because Tantere is a religious center and its guards are also the bull devotees of Saint Asterion. Tantere also hosts the Taruoagan - a series of tests and games for bulls to display themselves in order to be chosen as studs for mating with bova.

Due to bulls and bova being fairly isolated from each other for most of the year, they primarily find their attachments in each other. This is particularly true for bova who also tend to be isolated from other species thus it is only bova whom they are around; with the exception of bull calves before the age of 12 and old non-verile studs who train the bull calves. In the wandering bull herds, it is very common for bulls to work off their excess lust among themselves. It is acceptable for bulls to have sex with non-minotaurs but only in a lust reliving way, not in any long term relationship.

What this means is that engaging in heterosexuality, outside of the ritualized mating procedures, is actually considered queer among minotaurs. This is particularly true of deep emotional relationships between bova and bulls. For all of the emphasis that minotaurian culture puts on fertility, viewing heterosexual relationships as queer might be surprising, but remember queerness is about the violation of social norms and mores. It is not the norm to have bulls and bova around each other for long and outside of ritualized contexts. 

A form of ritualized heterosexual union does exist but it is in the format where a bova lays a claim over a particular bull as her stud but they still do not live together or are even around each other for most of the year. The purpose of this union is for a bova to have a bull to breed her and provide her with the spoils of his travels. Claimed bulls are raised up in the bull herd hierarchy and are allowed more respite in the settled bova camps and time with their calves. Yet, a deep emotional or romantic relationship between even a bova and her claimed bull is seen as abnormal. Even so, it is expected that bulls desire bova. Bulls (or the rare bova) that want relations outside of their species are down upon by the herds and would be another form of queerness; often these bulls leave their herds to live among humans or other monsters.

Moving outside the realm of sexual intercourse to gender, minotaurs do have very strict ideas around gender and gender roles. Bulls patrol, gather resources, protect the bova and calves, and have the potential to be studs. Bova rear the calves, are in charge of spiritual matters, and govern. Minotaurs do recognize trans individuals in their herds and there is a closely guarded ritual performed that transforms their bodies. Trans bova are granted a full bova body and are fully accepted as bova. Trans bulls are granted a penis through this ritual and can choose to leave their udders behind. Most trans bulls choose to keep their udders because it actually increases the likelihood of being claimed by a bova and even unclaimed they are allowed more freedom among the herds. 

Trans minotaurs that do not want their body transformed are not recognized by the herds as their trans identity, most of these individuals end up leaving their herds to seek out care and community elsewhere. Additionally, minotaurs do not recognize any other genders besides bulls and bova meaning there is no recognition of non-binary minotaurs. Once again these individuals tend to leave their herds for other communities.

The trend of queer minotaurs leaving their herds to live in human or other monster communities means that minotaur culture is slow to change. On the edge of the Elysian Plains there are several small queer minotaur herds. These herds put an emphasis on equality between their members. Not much is known about any symbolism that these herds use to identify themselves as they are still rather isolationist. However, many of the bull minotaurs that leave the herds in search of non-bova mates tend to move away from the plains to areas where minotaurs are not commonly found and start their own herds.

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