You feel utterly ridiculous as a giant uddered cow-woman grabs you and you abdomen squishes against her swollen udder. You look up into the huge brown eyes, and white and black haired hide. All she's missing is a cowbell.
"What are you?" you ask in amazement, and begin giggling nervously.
"Can't you read? I'm a Cowotaur! The minotaur only lasted two minutes now he's in the center of the labyrinth hooked up to a milking moo-chine."
"Hehe. You can't get milk from a male!" you chide.
The cow's head smiles evilly, you suddenly are afraid.
"Of course you can it just takes a lot longer to fill the bucket. I think it's time you joined him. Oh, and before you think about making any cracks. My name is Bessie, not Bossy. Got it!"
"Yes, ma'am."
She flips you perpendicular to the ground under one arm and heads into one of the dark hallways.
You see light ahead at last. There is the noble minotaur, twelve feet of sturdy muscle, down on all fours with a rope around his neck. There is a ring in his nose, and the tips of his horns have been sawed off. You notice a pink hose descending from a silver machine and disappearing beneath his crotch. The machine is loudly pumping. Then you notice his huge enlarged scrotum, it dangles all the way to the ground next to his hooves.
The cowataur slams you down violently, and efficiently strips you.
She forces you to all fours and hooks a pink hose to you. The device is effective, you get hard and ejaculate in a couple of minutes. She holds up a dixie cup and frowns. Then she grabs your balls and injects them with a huge needle. You scream as the burning liquid inflates your scrotum. The minotaur snickers.
"Looks like she intends on setting up a dairy, hehe."
"You're right bull boy, Bossy's Dairy needs each man to produce 5 gallons a day, and a minotaur should produce ten times as much," she says.
"FIFTY GALLONS, Gulp, oh, no!" gasps the minotaur, as Bossy shifts the machine to higher speed.