Derrick was going to end up a baby minotaur! He backed away fro the huge male, eyes wide. "No way! I like minotaurs, but I don't want to send the rest of my life as a monster!" Derrick ripped off the loincloth. "I'm going back with my parents! I'll sleep on the floor if I have to!"
The minotaur grunted and regarded him calmly, making no move to capture or block Derrick from leaving. There as no clothing other than the loincloth, and after seeing the now-black and sheathed bovine sexual equipment between his legs, Derrick knew he could not put that back on. Screw it! he dashed for the door and ran out into the rough corridor naked, not caring any more if someone saw him. He heard the clop of hooves as the minotaur followed him, not chasing, just plodding along behind. Panicked, Derrick ran down a twisting passage and nearly ran into another minotaur. This one was darker and smaller than the first, and it cocked its head and then reached down to pat his head in a friendly manner. The boy shivered as he felt another connection flow into his mind and spread out through his body.
Recoiling, Derrick heard the first minotaur getting closer, and dashed past the second beast. It took him a minute to realize he had to be going the wrong way. The passage was sloping downward, and the resort was above somewhere. Plus, the passage was getting rougher and darker, lit by sputtering torches. The air was thick with a cattle stink that made his nostrils flare. Huh? Reaching up, Derrick discovered his lower face was pushed out and his nostrils were much softer and more flexible. The change had not stopped!
He thought of turning back, but there were at least two minotaurs between him and the resort now. This passage had to eventually lead back outside. Then he could make his way back to the main building and find his family. His parents would be ale to fix things. He frowned at the images that came into his mind - a slightly pudgy, balding man with horns and a swishing tail, and a dark-haired woman with a swollen udder between her legs and huge, liquid-brown eyes. A split appeared ahead, one left, one right. The left had scents of cattle mixed with grass and earth, while the right had a more definite minotaur scent and a curious attraction. Derrick stopped at the junction and stared down the paths. A steady clopping from far behind told him the first minotaur was patiently following and would be here soon. He had to make a decision.