Although several of the paths looked interesting, Derrick decided to check out the minotaurs first. The trail led back in the general direction of the resort, but angled off to the side and started descending into a deep ravine. As he came around a bend, he nearly ran into a massive black minotaur. The beast snorted and looked down at him with huge, liquid brown animal eyes as he recoiled.
"Oh! Sorry!" Derrick gaped at the magnificent creature, unable to stop staring. He had first thought the minotaur in the lobby was a costume, but now he could see this one was real. "I, uh, wanted to see minotaurs. I think you are amazing!" The minotaur regarded him silently for a minute, chewing cud. Then it reached down and hefted its partially-erect black shaft and pointed it at Derrick.
Before he could move, a powerful stream of urine caught the boy in the face. He sputtered, getting a mouthful of the bitter liquid before turning away. Derrick coughed and spat, still swallowing some of the piss. When the shower finally stopped, he was completely drenched to the skin and stank of bovine pee. "Gross, dude! Why did you do...?" Derrick's voice trailed off as he felt and then saw his clothing start to dissolve. Although he only felt damp and warm, the urine attacked everything like powerful acid. Dumbfounded, he stood there until it was all gone and he was totally naked.
The minotaur nodded in apparent satisfaction, then turned and headed towards the bottom of the ravine. Still dripping, Derrick stared at the cloudy pools of piss under his feet. He could not go back to the resort like this, and he sure did not want his parents and sister to see him. The weird thing was, he liked the powerful odor. After a few seconds, he scrambled after the minotaur, having to be careful on the rocky ground. "Hey, wait up!"
To his surprise, the minotaur not only did stop and wait, but hefted him up like a small child and carried him the rest of the way down to the caverns. As they got closer, Derrick saw more minotaurs - one that was gray-streaked, and several smaller ones that could be teenagers, and several females with toddlers nursing from large swollen udders. One of the adolescent males turned and followed them into the second large cavern, where the male carrying Derrick set him down in front of a huge female with a gray-streaked muzzle. Low grunts and bellows were exchanged, and then the old female stared at Derrick. She bellowed loudly and made some loud moos and grunts.
Derrick became aware of minotaurs moving close and turned to see himself walled in by the adolescent bull he had seen before, what might be an adolescent female, a mature female with a swollen udder and one calf nursing, another mature female that turned to show off a slick, swollen rump, and the male that had brought him here now sporting a huge erection.
The old cow mooed and bellowed at Derrick, trying to communicate something. As he looked around, he got the idea he was being offered a choice. But of what? The nursing mother looked the least threatening, and he started to edge towards her. She mooed and dropped a three-fingered hand to tug at a teat. If he joined her he would nurse himself down to an infant minotaur. How did he know that? It did not matter. He knew all of the choices now. He could also join the adolescent male as a young female, become a young bull for the teenage cow, become a mature bull or be unbirthed by the mature female, or be impregnated as a mature female himself by the male that had found him.