The next morning, Drew laid out his plan as they mucked the Centaur stalls together; they would have to get at the Faun through the Minotaur.
"The Minotaur?" said a surprised Derrick.
Drew nodded. "Yes, because there is no way we could take the Faun ourselves. They are 'middle management' here, trusted with recruitment and imbued with power transformation magicks. Remember how that Faun fucked you..."
Drew suddenly stopped talking, as Derrick had one hand on his shaft and was fingering himself; eyes rolling back in his head. "Damn it..." he cursed, and slapped Derrick hard across the head of his cock, causing Derrick to snap out of it.
Drew frowned. "See? That's why. You get lost in yourself just thinking about him, what do you think will happen once you see him? I'm not immune myself, I've just been used to it longer. I won't be able to restrain myself long in his presence either. Look, from what I've learned we have instead fuck the faun to unlock our changes."
Derrick nodded as he slowly stroked his semi-erect equine cock as Drew continued. "The Faun trusts the Minotaur through, because he gets fucked by the bull all the time I've heard, which means the Minotaur is really trusted by the Faun to not abuse his magic, and the Minotaur must love his form."
"So, the Minotaur is the key! Figuratively and literally" Derrick said excitedly.
Drew nodded again. "Exactly, but that brings up two other problems.The Minotaur's on this resort are the enforcers, and this one in particular has to be the biggest one of all; the Faun's favorite. We cannot possibly overpower him, so we must trick him somehow."
"And the second problem?" asked Derrick.
Drew sighed. "Have you eaten or drank anything in the past week you've been here?"
Derrick shook his head, "Only the..."
"Centaur cum" Drew interrupted, "exactly. It's all we need; once a day, every day at lunchtime. If you ever wanted to know what a heroin addict has to go through, try avoiding it. You can't, and you will do anything for it. I know you love mucking the stalls right now, but if you decided to not clean the stables, the centaurs won't select you when they return from the forest; it would be the worst and longest night of your life."
Derrick stopped stroking his equine cock, which then started to soften at the thought. "I am tied to this place forever!" he said quietly.
Drew cupped his hand and held it tight, "No! Listen, we have a plan, and we have nothing to loose. We just have to have patience!"
The two then silently finished their work and went to stand next to the entrance; it was lunchtime and the Centaurs were returning from the field. Drew had resigned himself to this fate for however long the resort existed, however Derrick had given him the hope he hasn't had in a very long time.
As one selected Derrick and led him into a stall, Drew just nodded as he was selected himself, and went to pleasure his own Centaur.