"Um, you guys go ahead. I'll wait here." Derrick glanced over that the huge minotaur and then averted his gaze when he realized the huge bellhop was looking straight back at him. His parents and sister followed the girl identified as a tour guide and went outside. Derrick watched them leave, and then his eyes went wide as a strong odor came from behind and he felt a presence. Spinning, he found himself staring at the furry chest of the minotaur, who had come to stand just a couple of feet away. The huge liquid brown eyes looked down at him with curiosity.
Two things immediately became obvious to Derrick. First of all, this was no costume. As impossible as it seemed, this monster from Greek mythology was real and alive. Second of all, the minotaur was naked. He had assumed it was a costume before and not really noticed, but up close the heavy black sheath and massive black ballsack were obvious.
"He likes you." Derrick nearly jumped out of his skin at the female voice from the side. The receptionist was smiling at him. "Go ahead. Touch him, do anything you want. Whatever happens here does not have to last longer than your stay here. And no one will care whatever you do."
Confused and flushing from embarrassment, Derrick started to sputter a protest. "Uh, I wasn't going to..." But she was already gone. He stared back at the minotaur, and then reached out and gently cupped the heavy testicles. They were like warm oranges, and he felt them pulse slightly in his palm. "Oh, wow." He tensed as the minotaur reached out with its three-fingered, hooflike hands and gripped his shirt. It grunted again, and Derrick felt a warm breeze whip around him, and then blow against his bare skin. He yelped and jumped back - now as naked as the minotaur!
No one else seemed to notice. Not the staff, not the guests. A few glanced his way but seemed to regard the nude boy and monster as perfectly normal. He stared back up at the minotaur, open-mouthed but now feeling more excited than scared. "What else can you do?"
The minotaur snorted and lifted a gold ring hanging from a leather thong around its neck. It was huge, and seemed to match the ring that passed through the bovine nose. There were symbols marked on it. The minotaur broke it free with a sudden jerk and offered it to Derrick. The boy took it and stared at the heavy item and then back up at the one in the minotaur's snout. "I think it is way too big for me." He grinned and held it up to his nose to illustrate the mismatch - and then yelped again as the end of his nose suddenly pushed out and wrapped around the cold metal!
Derrick tugged at the ring, but it was firmly embedded. Yanking on it hurt! The ring circled his mouth and banged against his chin. The minotaur snorted and nodded in apparent satisfaction, then turned and started walking away. Derrick stared a moment, and then started running after the beast. He was not sure why, but he needed to stay close. When he got a few steps behind, he slowed and followed the minotaur like a well-trained dog, confused by his own behavior but unable to stop himself. The minotaur was important! He was... Derrick shook his head, trying to clear strange thoughts. His neck felt a little stiff, and he reached up to rub it. Fur. He blinked and felt again. His neck was covered with coarse fur that was spreading down his shoulders. His face was odd, too. Swollen out, the ring no longer quite so big against a broader nose and thicker lips.