You move towards the door and slowly opening it before peeking your head out. Thankfully, no one has come to see if you are awake yet. This should give you all the time you need to escape.
You quietly walk across your room to the window and slide it up. Thankfully your room is on the first floor of the manor, so you’re able to climb out with ease. Once you’re outside, you run to the front gates of your family’s manor, open them enough for you to squeeze through, and close them behind you. You turn around and take one last look at your childhood home before sighing heavily and running off.
The walk to the part of town where the Mythologicals live lasted a bit longer than you would have liked, as you wanted to be in public for as little time as possible. Thankfully, since it was still rather early in the morning, not many people were out on the street yet, and you were able to make your way through the town with little to no troubles.
When you reached the outskirts of town, you were slightly shocked by what you saw. There were numerous run down homes and buildings made of large plates of metal and planks of wood, with some of them being larger than others. The roads simple dirt paths with crude lampposts lining the sides. Any building that didn’t appear as if it would fall down in a matter of seconds looked as if it were some kind of shop or business. You knew that the Mythologicals had poor living conditions, but you never knew that it was this bad.
As you’re looking around, you a building that looks less run down than all the others. In fact, there’s a few buildings like this...but why? You’re so lost in your thoughts that you don’t notice someone behind you until you feel a large hand on your shoulder.
“Hey, you lost kid?” a deep voice asks. You turn around and find yourself having to look up in order to make eye contact with a large Minotaur. He was at least 8 feet tall with an incredibly muscular body frame. He had a large gold ring as a nose piercing and large horns that curved upwards. The only thing he wore was a dirty white loincloth to cover his equipment.
“Uh...I-I...uh…” you stammer, making the Minotaur laugh.
“Well aren’t you a timid one?” He says. “Quite the looker too.”
You feel yourself blush as one of the Minotaur’s large hands gently feel your new ears.
“Ah, another Minotaur in the making,” he said before feeling your horn nubs. “Yes, you’ll make a fine bull.”
“Th-thanks…” you stammer, still feeling uneasy around the large creature. You’re not exactly sure how to react when the Minotaur grabs your arm and begins to lead you somewhere. You realize that there’s no use struggling against the creature, as he is much stronger than you are.
The Minotaur leads you into a shack in the middle of town. The inside reeks of sweat, BO, and cum. The Minotaur then sets you down on a mattress before he begins to take off his loincloth.
You’re not exactly sure you like where this is going...