A strong stink washed over them from a dark, torch-lit cavern that seemed to stretch on forever. However, what really caught Derrick's attention were at least a dozen minotaurs of different ages and both sexes. The minotaur beside him stepped out, guiding Derrick as if he were a small child. In truth, he was the size of calves, in height if not bulk. As they caught sight of him, the minotaurs turned to look. Some of the younger calves came over to stare, and one calf tugged at his shirt at shorts. Since they were all totally without clothing or jewelry, Derrick figured they must think his own were pretty weird.
The minotaur guided him out into the cavern, where he gave the young human a gentle push towards a group of very young calves. Although they were the size of human 10 year-olds, Derrick got the impression they were little more than toddlers. There were a couple of adult females off to the side, and one had a heifer nursing from her udder.
One of the calves tugged at his shorts and grunted, then plopped down to join the other calves playing some sort of game with rocks. The minotaur who brought him stood back, watching, and a number of other male and female teens and adults gathered around as well.
It seemed he was being offered a chance to play with their young. It was oddly tempting to strip and sit down with the toddlers, to learn what game they were playing.