User blog:VictressAgilis/House of the Bull

This will be my first fanfic on the topic of monster girls, so please critique me so that I may get better. This story is about the Minotaur, and contains very sour lemons. You’ve been warned.

A WDYD asked by Breakaway Republic (Slightly edited):

You are a three-time All-County calf roping champion and have been showing off your roping skills and competing for prizes at rodeos and county fairs throughout the West.

After one particularly long road trip, you come home late one night only to find that someone is already in the house with you. After turning on the kitchen light, sitting before you at the counter is a minotaur. In front of her is a coil of rope- you're pretty sure it’s yours. She looks caught between a feeling of barely concealed rage and complete and utter calm.

Before you can ask her who she is, what she's doing in your kitchen, or even tell her to get the hell out, she speaks up.

"So- I hear you like to chase down and tie up helpless calves for sport...." she says quietly as she starts to get up, clutching the rope.

What do you do?

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I back up, trying to put on a confident front and failing considerably.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“H-hey, they aren’t harmed, dear lady,” I stammer out. The minotaur steps forward. “Maybe I could show you exactly what they’re feeling...“ she whispers, staring into my eyes, not backing down.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I run. I run like I’ve never run before. I’m out of the house before she can say another word. I’m hopping over the gate marking the end to my yard when the front door is blasted off of its hinges. I duck and stare at the minotaur, who strides out in confidence, rope in hand.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I continue running, not caring where, as long as it’s away from the crazed monster. The sound of hoofbeats are soon heard, and I know it’s already too late. My eyes catch movement, and I’m suddenly yanked to a halt. The minotaur slows down and walks up to me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I struggle with the rope that’s wrapped around my torso. It easily falls to the ground, but a solid <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">thunk <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> stops me from getting up and running again. The minotaur’s axe is buried in the ground in front of me. I gulp. She means business. “Now, where were we?” she asks, her voice like poisoned honey. I stand, looking up at her. “Uh, I was just going,” I say, trying to back up.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The minotaur grabs my shoulder. “No,” she says softly. “I do believe we were going to make good use of this rope, dear.” This couldn’t get any worse.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The minotaur easily ties the rope around my neck, fashioning it into a makeshift collar. I slump, defeated, as she leads me back to my house. We reach the wrecked doorframe, and the monster yanks me, hard. I stumble, falling at her hooves. “Get up,” she says without a hint of remorse. I follow her instructions, hating every second that the minotaur controls me. She notices my anger and grips my chin, bringing it to face her. “You see? The calves are just like you, hating the collar.” I tear my face away. The minotaur lets go of the rope and lifts me up onto her shoulder easily.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">In hindsight, my reaction wasn’t the best idea.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I, reacting out of instinct, elbow her in the head, jarring it. She looks back at me, rage clear in her eyes. I gulp. She throws me across the room, hard enough to break through the drywall.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I end up back in the kitchen, on the counter. I can hear the slow, methodical hoofbeats echo throughout the house. My breath returns to me, but it’s already too late to try and escape, seeing as the minotaur is now blocking the only exit.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I slide my barely-responding body off of the counter onto the ground, eliciting a sharp stab of pain. I stare as the monster walks up to me and lifts me onto the small dining table. She slams a fist onto the table, cracking it. I yelp, trying to squirm out from underneath her, but to no avail.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Her other hand quickly rips open my cheap matador top, revealing an impressive set of abs. She smirks. I look up at her, and she points to her own abs, easily twice as toned as mine. “You’re no match,” she coos. I’m confused by this, until she steps out of her shorts and lifts her top.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I start struggling even more, but I’m easily pinned down. “Hey, whoa! No, don’t do tha-,” I’m interrupted by the minotaur roughly kissing me, entwining her tongue with mine. I shove against her, but it’s no use. She uses her free hand to unbutton and unzip my pants, freeing my already erect penis. She begins to stroke it, causing me to gasp into her mouth. I fight back, reaching one of my hands out to grasp her right breast, using my thumb to flick her nipple. She, in turn, moans with ecstasy.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The minotaur strokes faster, making my toes curl. She lets go of my mouth and kneels down in front of my crotch. Now having an easy escape route, I crawl back onto the table, brandishing the vase of flowers.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The monster smiles. Suddenly, she kicks the table’s leg, toppling it, and me, to the floor. For the second time today, I’m on the ground, the breath knocked out of me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The minotaur sits down on my legs, keeping me from moving again. She leans down and licks the tip of my dick, making me shudder. Without hesitation, she sucks up the whole of my rod, gagging as she does so.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I try to push her head away, but she doesn’t budge. The minotaur takes her mouth off of my penis and starts jerking it, the saliva making it easier. I groan in pleasure, unable to move.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The minotaur gets back on her knees, giving me some relief, until I see what she’s doing. She’s positioned her dripping wet vagina over my throbbing cock. However, I’ve been assaulted with so much pleasure that I can’t fight it. I feel the tip slowly push into her, hearing her moan.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Finally, I’m fully hilted inside of the minotaur, and she starts grinding her hips around, eliciting a gasp from me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“No, don’t,” I weakly manage out. She ignores me, now lifting her hips and slamming them against mine. My elbows collapse, and I find myself staring at the lustful eyes of the minotaur as she roughly rapes me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I feel it. The throbbing feeling of nearing orgasm. I raise a shaky hand to stop her, but I know it’s useless. She knows as well, and starts slamming down harder and harder, until I unconsciously thrust my cock deep inside of her and release my white, sticky seed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The minotaur smiles with malice. In triumph, she leans on me, pressing her large bust on my chest and giving my sensitive meat one last hard thrust, causing me to dig my nails into her back in pleasure. She hugs me tightly, nearly crushing my ribcage, and falls asleep. I can’t escape her strong grip, and the warmth of the inside of the monster is pleasing, lulling me into a deep slumber.