So as much as it pained them, once they were filled at lunch time they skipped the ginger orgy, and left the stalls. It was exceptionally hard though, as the side effect of the Centaur cum was extreme arousal for a ginger stable hand. More than once, they had to stop and service each other, because otherwise travel was very difficult with their equine erections in flopping around in front of them.
It's not as if they could move incognito either. The ginger stable hands were known to only hang around the stables, so walking with the erections proved to be quite difficult to not get noticed. If questioned, they claimed that they were running errands for the Centaurs, but in reality they were looking for the Minotaur.
It's not as if Minotaur's were hard to find. Being the muscle of the resort, they were guarding entrances, escorting unchanged patrons around the resort, or did manual labor that required great strength. However the Faun's Minotaur they were looking for bothered with none of this because as the Faun's favorite he was left to his own devices; making him easy to find thankfully. A foot taller than other Minotaur's, and with a meaty equine cock that swung just below his 16" loin cloth, he walked around with nothing to hide and no-one to fear; he was very unconcerned with anyone else around him.
The pair then followed him, finding out where he slept, where he ate, and what he did during the daylight and nighttime hours. It took only a few days of stalking their prey before an opening had presenting itself. They had noticed that every night he would go and wait in a cornfield just after sundown outside the Nymph grove. If he was actually trying to hide if it wasn't for his horns always being visible above the corn. It only took two nights to discover why, because as Drew watched one night Derrick suddenly started to fiercely masturbate and finger himself.
"What the fuck are you doing?!?" Drew whispered harshly, "You're going to make..." and then he halted. Drew had unknowingly started to stroke his own cock as well. Then, it hit him; there was a scent in the air, a familiar sweet musky goat scent that made him roll his eyes back and cock grow stiff. Derrick was too lost in self-pleasure to notice, but Drew managed to shake it off long enough to get a good look at was happening.
The Minotaur was now out of the corn field, as it had somehow captured the very Faun that they were looking for and was having anal sex with it. The Faun wasn't trying to escape through, he was pushing back and trying to fit as much of the Minotaur's length into him as he could, but not quite succeeding. Then, after some moaning, the Faun ejaculated all over the ground in front of him as the both of them moaned in mutual pleasure.
"You caught me again big guy" the Faun said in a sarcastic tone, "What are you going to change this time?"
The Minotaur said nothing, but snorted as Drew observed his horns seem to shift slightly, but that's it. The Faun then pulled himself forward, causing the Minotaur's cum covered dick to flop out of his ass, releasing a torrent of cum to run down his legs and splash on the ground.
"Ohhh, I love them." said the Faun as he complemented his bullish lover. Then, kissing the minotaur on the dick and giving a loving lick on the tip, he started to skip away happily back across the field; the Minotaur silently watched him before turning and a different way.
Drew, still hidden in the bushes was deep in thought and slowly stroking himself when a sudden gush of thick cum suddenly splashed across his face. Drew looked over over at Derrick, who was holding his own dick with both hands and blushing sheepishly; thick ropes of cum slowly dripped from Drew's chin.
Unbothered by this he wiped his chin with his arm, gave it a quick lick before leaning in and whispering to his friend with a devilish grin, "I got a plan."