Jenkins was laying in her stall, which was located in an employees only area of the barnyard section, when suddenly the door opened. She looked up. Her eyes widened. A minotaur stood before her. A male minotaur.
The minotaur’s black fur-covered body rippled with muscles. Even not in heat, Jenkins found herself desperately wanting him, particularly after her eyes wandered south and she saw his enormous cock. She licked her lips in anticipation. From the minotaur’s hooves to his glorious horns, she was incredibly interested in every inch.
“Hello,” she purred, posing as seductively as she could. The minotaur snorted. “Don’t you want me?” Jenkins asked. The minotaur strode over to Jenkins and grabbed her. He then turned her away from him and slammed her against one of the stall’s walls.
“Get ready,” the minotaur snarled. Jenkins shivered eagerly. She raised her tail. The minotaur didn’t need any more invitation. He slammed his massive cock into her waiting pussy, pounding over and over again. Jenkins moaned and screamed in delight. She wanted more, more!
“Yes!” she mooed. The minotaur grunted hornily, continuing to thrust into her. Finally, he shot a thick load. Jenkins found herself disappointed she was already pregnant. The minotaur was a far superior mate than the bull that had impregnated her. Hopefully, after she gave birth, the minotaur would knock her up.
The door opened.
“You two are finished?” asked Heather, the person who took care of Jenkins. The minotaur dismounted Jenkins and nodded. Jenkins sighed happily. “Excellent. Now that you have some practice, we have more for you to have sex with.”
“But-” Jenkins protested. Heather rolled her eyes.
“He’ll be back after he’s done impregnating one of our heifers and a human volunteer,” Heather said. She gestured for the minotaur to leave. He strode out of the stall, clearly eager to get back to fucking.
“Who is he?” Jenkins asked before Heather could leave.
“Oh, he’s…”