User blog:Ore-samma/My Minotaur (transformation)

Hello Fans, Ore-samma here!

This one is from this forum post = https://monstergirlencyclopedia.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000069888/r/4400000000000465435

'' Maybe a story about the moment monsters turn into mamono. ''

'' Example: An adventurer is hired to map a path through a mountain when suddenly, he is attacked and kidnapped by a monster (maybe a Minotaur or werewolf) and is taken into a cave to be cooked and eaten. When he wakes up, he tries to escape but he's seen so he's forced to fight. He is about to be killed when suddenly, the New Demon Lord comes to power, turning all monsters into mamonos. Now we have this awkward situation where we have a sexy mamono and a scared to hell dude just staring at each other... ''

This one was rather easy to write. I am really pleased with out it turned out!

I hope you like it.

Ever your Servant-

Ore-samma

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I struggled against the boulder that pinned my arm.

“Dammit! How! HOW!” I cried out. How in the world could my arm be pinned, but not crushed?

I looked over the path the boulder must have taken in order to reach me and my heart sank as I realized it was a purpose-built trap.

I struggled to reach my sword, but it was strapped to my left side, and my left side was too close to the stone face of the mountain for me to pull free.

I lowered my head and resisted the urge to sob. Why did I accept to scout these mountains? The money wasn’t even that good! Just some peasant folk who promised payment when I…..

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I felt red-hot rage boil within me when I realized…..I had been set up.

I screamed and raged and started to try to get my dagger when I heard a loud snort.

I craned my neck and could just barely see a minotaur.

The beast must have stood ten feet tall, wielding a large primitive axe and was casting me a smile….or what passed for a smile with its bovine features.

I wiggled, struggled, anything to get my dagger or myself free as I heard its heavy footsteps draw near.

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At last I got my free and swung in in an arc-

I screamed as a universe of pain exploded in my arm as the beast twisted the dagger from my hand and continued to twist till my arm broke in a mangled mess.

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“'''Village late. Human late. So hungry!'''” The thing mooed.

I continued to scream and fell to my knees, clutching my mangled right arm with my now free left arm.

The beast picked me up by my backpack and bought his face close to mine, sniffing me.

I tried to turn my face away from its putrid breath that smelled like rotting meat, that was stuck in-between its teeth, and green-coagulated snot that was crusted all around its nose ring.

“'''Hmmmm, smells good. But still bitter. Needs cooking'''.” The beast said, licking its lips and patted its furry stomach. “'''Maybe boil. Soup always makes meat soft.'''”

I cried out, reaching for my sword with my left hand. “Take this!” I cried out.

“Silly human.” It mooed as it grasped my sword and yanked it from my hand. It looked at the small gash on its hand and its face furrowed into a glare and it snorted.

“I break other arm now.”

The last thing I knew was the sound of cracking that seemed to resonate throughout my whole body.

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I woke, my entire body seemed to throb like a sore tooth. I tried to move and realized I was tied up with rope.

“Shit!” I muttered under my breath as I stared around a dimly lit cave….but more at an ominous pot sitting on a red-hot grate over coals and had tendrils of steam rising from it.

Again I wiggled and wiggled, ignoring the shocking pain from my arms. The ropes were too big for my body, which worked in my favor.

I exhaled as the last of the ropes fell off and I looked closer at my surroundings.

The cave smelled horrible. Of rotten meat, fungus, mold,  and other subterranean filth A steady plinking of water sounded from somewhere in the depths and I could hear the minotaur shuffling about.

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I got up and started to get as far away from the grisly sight that now included the discarded bones of previous victims.

I noticed several packs from previous misfortune adventurers and rifled through one of them, sensing intense magic.

“Sweet motherlode!” I whispered. “A healing potion!” I scrunched over, holding the potion between my legs and used my teeth to take out the cork.

I spat it out, and closed my mouth around the lip and neck and, still holding it in my mouth, upended the entire bottle, drinking the miraculous potion.

My arms throbbed and the pain lessened. I carefully tested my range of motion and hissed as I felt that my arms were still cracked, but thankfully not broken outright.

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“Where human!” The minotaur bellowed. “Hungry!”

With a frantic motion, I picked up one of the many swords littering the floor and spun, just barely parrying the minotaur's' enormous axe.

“Next time break legs too!” The minotaur bellowed as I dodged the next attack and fell to the ground. I noticed the ropes and tossed them at the minotaur and rushed off, followed by the sound of it falling hard and roaring in fury.

I quickly scampered off to the other side of the cave…..wait….

“NO!” I cried out as I skidded and crashed into a large boulder blocking the way out.

I placed my back to the side of the boulder and pressed my legs against the wall and pushed!

It was no use. The boulder probably weighed more than ten times what I did.

I sighed and turned back to the deeper cave, holding my sword at the ready and prepared to die fighting.

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(pov break)

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How dare that human! How dare he! I broke the ropes from around my feet and legs. I hefted my axe and cut them to pieces and flung several skulls to the walls, smashing them to dust.

That human was going to get it! No one makes a fool of me!

I snorted and caught his scent. Of course he was near the boulder! Too many times humans escaped form me before I thought of that one….hey…..wait a second….how did the human suddenly smell….so….good!

“Hmmmm….” I hummed as I rubbed my belly and strode towards the exit. “That handsome man will make a fine and pleasant husband. Why- I’ll bet he knows how to hunt, we will catch a deer and bring it back and have our wedding dinner in my cave-home.”

I looked about my cave home and wrinkled my nose. Pew! How did I let it get so dirty? Meh- husband first, cleaning later.

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I rounded the bend and saw him holding his sword, trembling from head to toe. Awww, he was so cute. I’ll bet he didn’t know that he was about to be married.

“Quick! Over here!” The human muttered. “Before he comes back!”

I quickly rushed to his side looking back into the cave wondering who my husband-to-be meant by ‘he’

“Where is it?” The human muttered.

“Where is what?” I asked, huddling close to him, sniffing his neck and shoulders.

“The minotaur!” The human hissed. “Are you daft?”

“I am the minotaur. My name is Bess, who are you?.”

“Kyle...wait- what?” Kyle flinched and looked at me with a shocked expression plastered to his bone-white face.

I smiled. “Awww, you’re cute. You know that?”

Kyle shook his head and backed up, falling to the ground. “You can’t be him! You- what- what the heck is going on?” He cried out.

I leaned over and grabbed his shirt and brought him close to my chest. “First off- I am not a male. Second, you’re gonna be my husband. Third, I have no idea what you’re talking about! Nothing happened to me, I’ve always been this way!”

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I brought him closer and locked my lips to him. Devouring his lips and tongue, reveling in the taste of his saliva, fear, and…..arousal.

“Hmmmm, yes. Just like that.” I moaned as I grasped his flesh and pushed him down to the ground and joined him.

He started to struggle, but he was no match for my strength. But suddenly he yelped from pain and shied his arm away.

“Your arm hurts?” I said, stopping for a moment.

“Yes! It hurts! Your broke it, remember?” Kyle cried out.

I furrowed my brow. “What? I have no idea what you’re talking about!” I reached over and brought a healing potion a careless wanderer left in my cave. “Here, open up.” I grasped him tighter and sat him in my lap. “Open!”

He opened his mouth and I poured a small amount of potion in mine and kissed him, giving him enough to heal one of his arms.

I pulled away and gave another light peck to his lips and wiped the spill over from the potion from my chin and grinned. “And now, I will help you heal your other arm.” I took another swallow of potion, delighted that my husband stopped fighting me and opened his mouth again.

Another kiss, another swallow of potion.

I felt the vibrations of his moan as our kiss deepened, lingered, and as we soon lay sprawled on the floor as I rode his still flesh, and with him taking me as his mount.

His hot flesh was driving me crazy, but I remembered how hungry I was and quickly pushed him off before his climax and buried his flesh in my mouth and throat- eagerly receiving his seed, satisfying my lust and hunger.

“Hmmmm, Kyle! Husband!” I cried out, clutching him and feeling the beginnings of blissful sleep start to dust my eyelids. “I love you so much!” I sighed.

I felt his body tense from a strange sense of confusion and apprehension, but he sighed and I felt his body relax just as I started to doze off.