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Minos’s Bull part 3

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Ariadne sighed as the heat of the sun eased the aches in her back.
Her father was dead, killed for trying to recapture the inventor and
punish him. Her elder brother now ruled Crete, while she and her mother
now lived a quiet life on a neighboring isle.

Their harvest,
thought meager, would suffice in keeping them alive for the next few
months of wanting. As she set the basket of fresh picked vegetables on
the table, she felt a familiar cool touch on the center of her back.
Dionysus appeared beside her,

“Ah, good. I was worried the soil would fail this time too.” he said.

Ariadne turned and kissed the God’s cheek, “Thank you for helping. How’s my brother?”

“Doing well. That’s partially why i came here. He has something he wants to share with you and your mother.”

Ariadne blinked, “Any idea what that could be?”

Dionysus gave a knowing grin, “He asked me not to say anything.”

Ariadne nodded, “Of course he did. I’m guessing the other reason… is because you’d like to know my answer.”

Dionysus shrugged, “It’s been three weeks since i last asked. Can’t say i’ve been bothering you about it.”

Ariadne smiled, “I’ll tell you after we see what my brother wants, okay?”

Dionysus nodded, “Of course. You go find your mother. I’m going to… check the quality of the goods.”

Ariadne laughed as he plucked a pepper from the basket and took a bite.

**********

“Are you sure you can’t even give us a hint, my lord Dionysus?” Pasiphae asked.

Dionysus shook his head, “I gave my word. Afraid i can’t go back on it.”

Pasiphae
sighed; Ariadne held her hand as the god led them into a sprawling
inner courtyard, covered in moss, grass, and filled with heavily laden
fruit trees.

“Hmm… they usually practice out here. Unless it’s nap time…” Dionysus said.

Before
Ariadne or her mother could ask what he meant, they both heard a cow
bellow and a small form tumbled across the field. Dionysus gasped and
ran over to it just as a centauress galloped across the open field.

“Aster! Aster are you okay?” Dionysus asked.

Ariadne
watched the boy sit up and gasped as well; the boy had the body of a
horse, the upper torso of a human and the head and hooves of a bull.
Asterion emerged from the tree line, looking concerned,

“Is he okay?”

The centauress nodded, “Just a tumble. He’ll be alright.”

The calf-colt shook his head, floppy ears flapping against his face. He snorted, and crossed his arms,

“Oh no, it’s alright. You’re getting better at it.” Dionysus said.

Asterion
nodded and patted the boy on his head, “Yeah. Little bit more and
you’ll be able to stop on a dime, just like your mom.”

Aster gave a
soft moo and Asterion picked him up with a sigh, “I know. But i can’t
carry you everywhere, even if i would like too.”

Dionysus shook his head, “Explains why the nymphs were increasing the thickness of the grass and moss. Extra padding.”

Asterion
laughed, “Wait…” he glanced at Dionysus, “if you’re here that
means…” he turned slowly and spotted Ariadne and Pasiphae staring at
the group across the field.

Setting the boy down, who
promptly ran around and hid behind his mother, Asterion crossed the
courtyard and hugged both his sister and mother.

“It’s good to see you both again.”

“You as well,” Ariadne said, “So… care to introduce us?”

Asterion gave a shy smile before clearing his throat and guiding them both across the room.

“I here Minos has passed. I’m sorry for that.” he said.

Ariadne shrugged, “It is what it is.”

As
they reached the others, Ariadne felt her heart lighten as Asterion
stepped close to the Centauress and pressed a kiss to her lips.

“Mother, sister, this is my wife Elysia.” He said.

The Centauress smiled at them, “A pleasure to meet both of you at last. My husbands told me much about both of you.”

Ariadne tilted her head, “And this i assume is your son?”

Elysia nodded and gently scooted, the boy around her, “Aster, this is your aunt and your grandmother.”

“Ardne and Grammie?” He repeated.

Asterion cleared his throat, “He’s six month’s old but i’m told he’s basically a toddler.”

Ariadne watched her brother’s face and how his body relaxed beside his wife. She smiled, then placed her hand on Dionysus’ arm,

“My lord, i believe we have things to discuss?”

**********

She
ran as fast she she could through the halls, the vines rising up to
stop her progress, while others pulled back to allow her past. When she
approached the central courtyard, she gasped.

“STOP!” She shouted.

Her father and mother turned as she joined them, “What’s wrong child?” Dionysus asked.

“I want to see the new baby too!” Their daughter said.

Ariadne smiled and shook her head, “Artemis has this well in hand, sweet-ling. Your cousin is in good hands.”

“Cousins,” the aforementioned goddess said, emerging from the birthing room, “she had twins.”

Ariadne wrapped her arm around Aster, who lay, flabbergasted beside her,

“I got two brothers or sisters?” He asked.

Ariadne nodded, “How’s the mom, Artemis?”

Artemis smiled, “Doing well… for what she went through. Your brother is discussing gelding himself to prevent it.”

Ariadne shook her head, “He always does that.”

She
turned and checked on her niece, born only a year after she’d arrived
here; the girl slept soundly beside her aunt. Dionysus chuckled,

“And Elysia always talks him out of it.” he said.

Artemis
smiled, “Give me a moment or two to clean them and i’ll let him bring
them out. And Dionysus, could you please call Hades and ask if Elysia is
going to end up there anytime soon? Again?”

Dionysus rolled his eyes, “Of course. Be right back.”

Artemis
returned to the birthing room as Ariadne placed her hand on her own
stomach. Their son pressed against her belly and she sighed, smiling.

*************

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Minos’ Bull part 2

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Asterion’s first memories were the cries of his mothers mixing with his own. the next, was being shut into a room and locked inside. A pantry, it turned out, and after growing so hungry it hurt, he devoured everything, last being three pomegranates. He watched his body growing rapidly until he was close to an adult. But he still cowered when Minos burst into the room, sword in hand to end his life. The king blinked, but steadied himself and stepped into the room, glancing about and noticed the “beast” covered in red stains.

As he stared at the shaking boy, Asterion saw an idea form itself in the devious king’s mind. After being dragged into the central courtyard and being beaten into a violent frenzy, he remembered seeing an old man with the king, watching his tantrum from a safe distance.

Months went by, and his sister visited him; cowering from her as she extended her hand, he eventually took an apple from her. After his daily beatings to try and turn him into a violent monster, Ariadne would visit him and treat his wounds. She also held him as he wept openly.

One day, Minos kicked him awake, and ropes were thrown over his neck.  Asterion was dragged into the labyrinth, and chased away from the entrance with smoldering torches and hot ashes. The center of the maze called to him, and when he entered it, he found a simple bed, clothes, food and water.

Ariadne entered the room through the trap door they would ferry captives out to sea and safety.

He’d fought the prince, expecting the man to end his suffering and his life. His sister stopping him and explaining what her plan was, had been a shock to him. He had never expected her to actually save him.

He rolled onto his side; Ariadne had prepared a bedroll for him along with a basket filled with fragrant flowers and sweet grasses. The cave itself would fill with water and come up to just below the rock on which he slept. He knew Minos would eventually find him; the king suspected Asterion’s sister and mother of hiding something.

When he woke the next morning, however, he was greeted by sounds of discussion.

“I… Are you sure, Lord Dionysus?” His sister asked.

The god chuckled, “Of course. I’m not my father and i know what it’s like to be hated for no reason.”

Asterion rose and leaned over the edge to see Minos snoring loudly, his face flush as if drunk. Ariadne and Pasiphae stood between him and a purple clad god, the vines of grapes wrapping around his head.

“Speaking of,” Dionysus said, turning to where Asterion sat, “he’s awake.”

Ariadne glanced over to him and beckoned to him; the Minotaur clambered down and took a few steps to stand beside her.

“Asterion,” she said, “this is Lord Dionysus.”

Asterion bowed his head, “My lord.”

The God of Wine shook his head, “I can see why she wants to protect you. Not so much why Minos wishes to harm you.”

Asterion cleared his throat, “His wife was forced to cheat on him by the gods. I was the result.”

Dionysus snorted, “And do you know how many times he’s used my dominion as an excuse for his affairs? Hypocrite. But i suppose i should explain; your sister stopped her father from entering the cave, but was injured in the struggle. I made the old fool drunk off his gourde, and your sister asked if i could take you someplace safe. I agreed, and promised she owed me nothing to do so.”

Asterion blinked and glanced at his sister, “B-but… why?”

Ariadne smiled and placed her hand on her brother’s arm, “Because you’re my brother and i want you safe.”

Before Minos woke, Dionysus transported both himself and Asterion to his home on Olympus.

“This place is sacred to me, as is the bull. No one will harm you, and you do not have to do anything someone asks unless you choose to. You are my guest, and while i may not be Zeus, i am not a god to be crossed.” Dionysus said, “Any place barring itself is off limits, otherwise, you are free to explore. Considering this a home.”

Asterion blinked, and the God was gone. Four tall, voluptuous women, however, greeted him as he stepped into a sitting area.

“We are the Luxuria, goddesses of desire and sexual freedom. And we entertain Lord Dionysus’s… more active guests, like Pan.” Their leader said. Each goddess wrapped their bronze-skinned bodies with gold chains and rubies, had blood red hair of various lengths, and ruby-red eyes.

Plying him with wine and feeding him grapes, apples and even handfuls of the grass until he was full, they stirred others hungers in him. Over the night, they began unraveling the chains, revealing glowing red tattoos. After one kissed him while the others slid their hands over his body, he surrendered to them. Each goddess took him into their bodies, complimenting his stamina, power and strength, while their hands and mouths covered every inch of his skin and hide.

The next morning, he woke to find himself in a bedroom, alone. After bathing himself and dressing in the clothes laid out for him, Asterion stepped out into the hall.

Despite being indoors, the floor was covered with moss, while grape vines hung from the walls and ceiling like garland and fig trees grew in pairs on either side of the hall like columns. Buried beneath were gold leafed walls and frescoes depicting many stories of Dionysus and other Gods. As he reached the same room last night’s activities began in, a faint melody filled the air. Following the sound, he reached a courtyard filled with fruit trees, blossoming flowers in various colors, and a thick carpet of moss and grasses.

He paid attention to none of those things.

Lying in the grass and shade of the trees, was a female centaur. Her long honey-gold hair was braided with fresh flowers, while a green cloth covered her horse body; a deer-skin shirt covered her upper body, while her dark brown skin sparkled in the dappled sunlight. she played a string instrument, he believed it was called a Lyre.

Blinking, she stopped and glanced up when she heard him step into the room, her dark brown eyes sharp and intelligence. They stared at each other for a few, breathless moments, before both glancing away.

“You must be the master’s newest guest.” She whispered.

He heard her in the silence of the courtyard; clearing his throat, he slowly approached her and sat down in front of her,

“I didn’t mean to interrupt. My name is Asterion.” He whispered.

She smiled at him, “You didn’t interrupt. My name is Elysia. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Please, continue.” He said.

She cleared her throat, before closing her eyes and placing her fingers to the strings. As the music began, Asterion laid down on his side and for the first time in a long time, he truly felt safe.

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Minos’s Bull Part 1

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Ariadne followed the thread as fast as she could. She could
already hear her brother and the prince from Athens struggling for their life.
The loser would surely lose his… unless she could make it there in time. The
urn under her arm held the sweet grasses and the fresh water from the
desecrated alter of Poseidon. Minos was furious when he’d found out what his
wife had done, even more so when the sea god himself spoke to him. In rage,
he’d destroyed the alter, and as a way to mitigate the damage, erected a new,
grander one in the town square. Far away from his palace.

Ariadne
heard her half-brother bellow as hooves ground madly against stone; she picked
up her pace. Her other hand held a bundle, the head of a bull the inventor had
reshaped into that of her brother. She turned corner after corner, ran down
corridors as narrow as her body or passages as wide as a boat hull. The
ingenious way the maze twisted and wrapped its way around itself left many of
those lost and confused on the brink of madness when she ventured into the maze
to find them. Her brother would watch from the corner, bellowing now and then
to illicit screams of panic from those she was carefully freeing and sending
back to their home.

Finally
reaching the doorway that led into her brother’s lair, she paused to catch her
breath at the doorway, and gasped; Theseus had sliced the back of Minotaur’s
leg and was now poised to strike him down.

“STOP!”
She shouted.

Theseus
and her brother both turned and looked at her,

“What on earth are you doing here?”
Theseus asked.

Growling, The Minotaur found his
strength again and shoved the prince back,

“Stay away from my sister!” He
bellowed.

Wincing as he tried to stand, her brother snatched up his stone axe,
prepared to lay down his life to protect her. Ironic, in a way.

Theseus stared at what he thought a
mindless beast and blinked, “You can speak? Then why hath you not done so
before now?”

“What good would it have done?”
Ariadne said. Handing her brother the urn, she threw the bundle to Theseus, “A
gift from Daedalus.”

He looked inside, and his eyes
widened, then relaxed as understanding took hold, “You want me to present this
to your father? In place of this blood-thirsty—”

“I HAVE A NAME!” The Minotaur
bellowed.

“And he’s done nothing. There’s a
trapdoor that leads outside. He’s too big to fit through, but normal sized
humans can. Get it now, oh clever prince!” Ariadne spat.

Theseus was taken aback, “You’ve
been freeing them? Where? How?”

Ariadne rolled her eyes, “Asterion rounds
up most of them by chasing them into here. Once done, I come down and find the
ones he lost and bring them back before taking them all to a waiting boat below
the hatch. Then on to a ship destined for Athens.”

Theseus scowled, “Asterion?”

The Minotaur growled and Theseus
nods, “Ah.”

Ariadne ripped part of her simple
dress, the one she always wore while running about in the dank and dingy areas
of the labyrinth and had cleaned nightly to prevent her father from suspecting
anything and used it to bind the wound around her brother’s leg. He grunted his
thanks, his blazing eyes still trained on Theseus.

“Why now?” The Athenian prince
asked.

“Because I was told to wait by your
cities name sake. Athena said you’d find a way to come, and not only would you
end this senseless foolishness of my father, but you’d help me free my brother.
Look! He doesn’t even eat flesh!” Ariadne said, gesturing.

Asterion had opened the urn and
begun chewing on the grass, before tipping back the water and drinking heartily
from it. Too soon the urn was empty and Asterion’s stomach growled.

“Bah! If the lichen and moss were
edible I’d—”

His sister rubbed his bare
shoulder, “I know. Theseus will go first, and after the guards and him leave,
we’ll follow.”

***************

Ariadne handed her brother another
apple from the trees above, which he devoured immediately.

“MMMph! By the Gods this is
delicious!” He said.

She smiled, when she heard a twig
snap and spun around drawing a jeweled dagger from her waist; she relaxed a
hair when she saw it was her mother.

“Does father know you’re here?”
Ariadne asked.

Pasiphae shook her head, “He’s too
angry with what the prince has done. He won’t notice where I’ve gone for
sometime.”

She turned slowly and spied her son
sitting in the shade of the trees, chewing apples and grasses even as he
avoided looking at her, “Asterion?” She asked.

The Minotaur stopped chewing, and
swallowed, “Yes… mother?”

Pasiphae gasped and glanced at her
daughter, “H-he… he can speak?”

Ariadne nodded, “He’s told me they
took him from you so quickly you barely heard him scream for you.”

Pasiphae closed her eyes, “Yes. And
if I had the power to do so, I would have stolen him back.”

Asterion flinched, “I grew up in a
matter of hours mother. You didn’t miss much.”

Pasiphae took a tentative step
forward, “I missed enough.”

Asterion glanced up as she knelt in front of him, and pulled him into her arms, “My son…” she whispered.

Ariadne watched large, hot tears
flow down her brother’s face. He’d only wanted one thing: to hear their mother
call him that.

“Pasiphae! Ariadne! Where are you?”
Minos shouted.

Pasiphae whispered, “Hide him. I’ll
try to stall for time.”

She stood and ran back towards the
voice.

Asterion stood and Ariadne took his
hand, “The caves or among the cattle in his fields?”

Asterion glanced up at the sun, “As
much as I wish to stay out here… the caves are safer.”

Ariadne ran with him towards the
caves, even as her father’s shouting faded; she’d make sure he’d suffer for
what he’d done.

There’s more to come. Asterion is also clothed, but i didn’t see a place to put that without interrupting the pace.

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Big Mac

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I hear it’s @trashbab’s birthday, and i’ve had an idea for a bit that i wanted to try so… here we go.

“What the hell?!”

You glance up from your current writing project and head quickly into the kitchen. You stop when you see an unfamiliar bull standing in your kitchen. At least, the form is unfamiliar; the coloring however…

“Mac?” You ask.

The bull glances at you and groans, “Yeah it’s me. Please don’t call the cops. I’m pretty sure i’ll be in lock-up before you can say–”

“Look at those horns?” You offer.

He sighs then tosses a bottle to you; reading he label, things fall into place,

“’Creature Swap, the potion that changes the animal in you?’“

He rolls his eyes, “I wanted to see if they were legit. They… have a Sex Swap one too.”

When you look up he’s rubbing the back of his neck, and you smile, “I’m okay with how i am. Besides, it says its only temporary.”

“The sample pack is. The full treatment isn’t.” Mac says.

You set the bottle on the counter as you approach him; his clothes are stretched painfully tight over his body, and by how he’s pulling on his shorts, you suspect its not the only thing that’s painful.

“May i?” You ask.

He blinks at you and rolls his eyes, “Right. You have a thing for Minotaurs.”

He sighs before pulling his shirt over his head, getting it caught on his new horns. “Damn it!”

He succeeds pulling the shirt off but ends up falling flat on his butt. A ripping sound accompanies it and his bulge is exposed.

“That’s… a lot of beef.” You say.

Mac shakes his head, “You call me Big Mac i’m turning you over my knee and spanking you.”

“If you do it with that,” you gestures to the monster swinging between his legs, “i’ll gladly call you Big Mac.”

He gets to his feet and you stare up at him. He was taller than you before hand; now, you’re necks getting stiff from looking up so much. Although… it does give you easier access to his swiftly hardening cock.

“So… you want to break the table, or the bed?” He asks.

“We could use a new bed.” You say quickly.

He chuckles, before lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder; he has to duck a few times but he eventually deposits you on your bed. He reaches beneath you and tugs your pants off, lifting your ass up as the fabric slides free.

“Mmm, nice view.” he whispers.

You blush as he gives both cheeks a loving slap, before tugging the pants all the way off and dropping you back to the bed. Your shirt comes next, and you wonder if this is how Theseus felt when he battled the Minotaur. Although in his case he was trying to kill the beast, and you’re trying to bed the beast but still…

He sits down beside you and lies down; turning his huge head towards you he gives you the same shy smile when he’s trying something new but exciting with you. You see his cock in your peripheral vision and inhale; he seems to be growing bigger as the seconds tick by.

“You always said you were courageous.” He whispers.

You snort, “Slight difference between courageous and nuts. But… i’m guessing that’s why your on your back?”

Mac nods before sitting back up and pulling the bottle of lube from the side table. He pours a decent amount into his hands and coats his entire length before spinning his finger in the air. You roll over and present your twitching backside so his gentle yet firm fingers. Gasping, one of his fingers feels as big as he does normally. A second joins it and you moan; he’s stretching and lubing your hole and those damn fingers of his hits all the right spots.

You’re so hard right now, you wonder if you could cut glass with your cock. He gives each of your ass cheeks another slap before bathing them with his huge tongue. You’re hoping he’ll eat your ass out later with that thing, but right now you’re preparing to be impaled.

He lies back and places his hands on either side of his cock, palms up. He loves playing with your ass as much as your like it being played with. You climb up and position his head to your hole.

“Slow.” He commands you.

You nod before dropping down; relaxing as much as you can, you gasp when his head stretches you wide. You cum, splattering Mac’s chest and stomach.

“Geeze, i guess i need to get you a toy.” He says.

You laugh as another inch slips inside you, then another. Your ass finally settles into his hands and he squeezes your cheeks even as your squeeze his cock. You’ve never been this full before and you’re not sure if you can handle it. Glancing down you blanche; a good three inches is still outside your body and you doubt you’d be able to fit them inside you.

Grunting, he rolls you onto your side and kisses you, “I’ll be right back. They sent something else with the sample, free gift and all that.”

He gets up and heads back out to the kitchen; you feel the emptiness in your ass but even though it felt like someone shoving their arm up your backside, you didn’t mind it. That much.

Mac comes back in a few minutes with a thick pad in the shape of a butt,

“The gay male version. Basically gives you even more cushion so i don’t injure during the pushin’.” He smiles.

a simple harnessing and more lube later, you’re on your stomach, groaning as he slowly fills you again. Who knew one less inch would make it better? He grips the back of your hand and runs kisses down your spin before he begins extracting himself. The thrust back in catches you off guard and steals your breath. Once you can breath again, he repeats; after the third thrust, he picks up the pace.

“Fuck, you’re so tight!” He says.

You’re biting the pillow as his gentle thrusts become a lust-filled pounding. He after keeping himself from blowing his first load too early, he leans forward, encircling your cock with his hand, and changing the thrusts so that each one also thrusts it through the ring of his fingers.

“Mac… Mac… fuck…” you whimper.

He snorts, “That’s it babe, you want my thick meat stick?”

You try to cover your laugh but the next thrust turns it into a moan.

“How do you like my beef jerky?”

You burst out laughing, “You want me to bust a nut or a gut?”

He grins, “Eithers fine. As long as you’re having fun.”

Another thrust and you cum, shooting a load over his hand; the pounding becomes less controlled as he begins reaching his climax. He wraps his arm around your middle and lifts up, holding you against his chest as he sits back. He slides a half-inch inside you and your shoot a third load.

He throws back his head and bellows as he fills your backside and belly with his hot seed. You shoot a fourth time before you both fall back. He pulls out of you with a gentle pop and you gasp as hot creme pours out of you.

Panting, you roll over onto your stomach, and he pulls you up to his chest. Kissing the tip of your nose, he whispers,

“Love you bab.”

“Love you too Mac.” you reply.