“…have sex with a male minotaur.”
“What?!” Danielle stared at the genie. “I’m not doing that! I’m not gay, for one thing.”
“Sweetie, you’re a heifer now, remember. You’re still heterosexual, yes, but that means now you get hot and heavy for bulls.” The genie grinned. “And don’t worry, once I bring you to the males, you’ll change your mind about fucking them.”
The genie snapped her fingers. There was a puff of smoke. When the smoke cleared, they were in a barn. Each stall held a male minotaur. The minotaurs had a variety of colors and appearances, but all were much larger than Danielle. A brown minotaur exited his stall.
“Mistress, is this the heifer that will be providing milk for us?” he rumbled.
“Yes, Ballok. But before Danielle can make you milk, you need to do something for her.”
“What, mistress?”
“Mount her like the beast she is.”
“What?!” Danielle yelped. Ballok grinned deviously.
“With pleasure, mistress.”
“And once she’s producing, take her to the milking machine.” The genie smiled at Danielle. “Don’t worry. You’re not in heat, so you won’t get pregnant. Yet. Have fun!” The genie disappeared in a puff of smoke.
“Mistress said to get down to business, so I shall,” Ballok said. He grabbed Danielle, turned her around, and immediately thrust his enormous cock into her pussy. Danielle let out a moo of surprise and pleasure as Ballok pounded her. Finally, he shot an enormous load and dismounted. “Are you producing?”
“Um…” Danielle shook her head, still a bit stunned by the best sex of her life. She looked down. White liquid beaded from her nipples and teats. “Yes.”
“Good. I can take you to the milking machine. Or…” Ballok leaned in to whisper into Danielle’s ear. “We could go for another round.”