Melanie worked in the farms near the goddess's temple, plowing the fields in her tractor under the heat of the sun. The brunette fanned herself with the collar of her plaid shirt, it was a particularly hot day to be outside, but she had a job to do, as boring as it was. Her family had served Lorichi for generations and she was the latest to pick up the traditions. She used to want to be a model, but at 5'5", little curves and a painfully average build, farm work would do.
But oh well, there was no way she would ever have been a model, she preferred working on the farm. It was hard work that she could make herself and the Taurus family proud of. Plus, with cow ears and horns, modeling would have been weird. The 8 foot tall gifted gal was proud of her heritage and her body, having tied her shirt specifically to better lift her D cups and her 6-pack. When she wasn't working on the field, Melanie was working out her body, though partially because she hoped she could land with a nice girl. She groaned and shifted in her seat, trying to make space for her foot long penis that had just throbbed - which wasn't easy to do in capri pants with her balls and toned legs. "That's what I get for thinking about girls during work" Melanie said to herself. Her family's men were always on the more hunky side and through means unknown, always had a lot of children - a source of fantasy and kinks in the farming girl's mind - though before getting distracted by another jerking off section, she focused back on the field.
Melanie Taurus continued to drag the plough with herculean strength, beads of sweat running across her sun-kissed skin, between her massive jugs barely covered by a striped bikini top and her 8-pack that could grind steel. The demi-goddess was strong enough to do the work of a tractor, and she preferred doing so. It didn't take her long either, the 14 feet tall amazon took bigger steps with her long, thick bull legs. Swatting a fly away from her firm ass with her tail, Melanie was starting to feel a different kind of heat: she loved the feeling of physical exertion in more ways than one, as her whopping 5 foot long cock starting to slid out of its sheath and pitch a tent in her short-shorts, who were already straining with her apple sized leathery balls. She never knew why, but physical effort, working out turned her on so much, it made her want to fuck so bad! Her body was starting to release a musk that aroused anyone smelling it, including Melanie. "Urgh, get back to work, girl! It's not like anybody could take your beast anyway... nobody except the goddess..." her dick throbbed, but she tried to concentrate on her labor again
After carrying the giant plough she had dragged across the immense field, Melataur wiped her muscled arm across her bovine brow, the 23 foot tall minotaur goddess satisfied with her work. Since times immemorial, Melataur had helped humanity progress, from farming techniques as goddess of agriculture to techniques of self improvement and muscle growth as the goddess of strength, to crafting creatures in her image as the goddess of cows, and she represented all her aspects immaculately. Her furred body filled with powerful, yet not obscene muscles fit for a goddess like herself, a godlike set of 10 abs were below a set of titanic udders as big as the hydra's supported only by sheer strength and a striped piece of cloth she had carved from a slayed monstrous tiger beast from ancient times - this feat of strength inspired mythologies across the world of onis and minotaurs.
Her nostrils flared, however, when the last aspect of her divinity made itself known: behind the striped loin cloth, a 10 foot long throbbing pillar of meat rose as the goddess of fertility's enormous wrecking balls emitted a musk, working overtime after she had finished her work. Drops of pre-cum dropped on the ground and immediately fertilized the land, her fertility knowing no bound, and two stains started to appear on her top that concealed her milky breasts. "Shit, my milk is starting to drip... I really need to do something about that, I can't let it all out in the fields like that~" Melataur bit her lips and indeed she couldn't: her milk was a prized beverage that raised the libido and fertility threefold when consumed, and her jet of cum would make it rain for yards, impregnating any woman happening to cross by.
The bull goddess was, however, close to Lorochi's temple - the only other goddess besides herself (though she found no interest in establishing a temple herself, she wasn't one for ostentatious displays of her divinity, her gigantic stature was enough). The two talked every now and then, but Melataur left the ruling matter to the serpent, she preferred to take care of a select tribe and nearby humans instead of a whole country, and despite knowing Lorichi was a goddess of lust, Melataur never thought about mating with the other goddess, even though she definitely found the hydra sexy. And what would happen if a goddess of lust and a goddess of fertility mated? The simple thought of divine sex and the potential of a godly brood fully hardened the obelisk between her hooved legs, the flat head reaching up to the bull's head. After giving it a lick to clean the cum away - the sensation sending chills down her spines - Melataur was decided: "Tonight, I'm sleeping in a goddess's temple~" and went towards Lorochi's temple, careful not to march onto anything built by the humans