The cowotaur flicks back on your machine and you are lost in the moment of being pumped dry, and your superstimulated testicles somehow producing even more. Minutes, hours, perhaps a day passes. You are in ecstasy. You glance over at the minotaur and catch him staring at you. Is that lust in his eye? You think for a moment that he is a handsome muscular specimen. The moment passes. Images of the cheerleading squad rooting you and your basketball team to victory.
You hear footsteps approaching down the stone corridor. It doesn't sound like hooves. You crane your head to look out of your pen, and are pleasantly surprised to see your friend Richie drinking a milk carton.
"Richie, becareful. You gotta help me," you whisper shout.
The minotaur turns his head hopefully, sees Richie, snorts and lowers his head. The machines continue to pump.
Richie looks at you with a milk moustache, and smiles at your humorous situation. You realize you must look comical naked, tied up in an animal pen, on all fours, hooked to a milking machine with udder-like testicles dangling against your thighs.
"I'm serious, Richie, there's this cow-woman creature, and she wants me to be part of her dairy stock. Ya gotta help man, and quietly, please," you whisper.
"Dude, she's a cowotaur. Haha, man you look ridiculous, but sure taste good!" he says loudly taking another drink from the milk carton.
"Whisper!" you hiss, then pausing ask, "Taste?"
"Dude, you didn't think you ended up here by chance did you? Bet you're lonely, but don't worry by the end of Spring Break you'll be reunited with your basketball team," he says nodding toward the empty stalls.
"People will be looking for us!" you shout forgetting to whisper.
"They already are! Hahaha!" he laughs turning the carton so you can see your yearbook photo captioned "Have You Seen This Man? MISSING". The other print was too small to read, but you assume it's your name, age, height, weight and last seen info.
You swallow hard. Then ask, "But Richie, we're buds, aren't we?"
"Oh, dude, of course we are, but this is business and personal. You dudes should never have cut me from the team."
"Man, c'mon, I didn't cut you and neither did the other guys. If you gotta get revenge on somebody it oughta be the coach."
He nods toward the minotaur, and asks, "Who do you think is in the stall next to you?"
Gulp. You turn your head and look. Could that beast be the coach?