Jasper decided to find a place to rest. She was exhausted from how much sex she’d had earlier, and her entire species changing twice in less than twenty-four hours wasn’t helping her energy levels. She blindly went through the forest until she stumbled across a secluded empty glen. This would do for now. Jasper laid on the grass and fell asleep.
Angus had chosen a poor time to hunt. Something had happened the night before to make the humans of the area on edge, scaring away prey with their shouting, running, and fighting. The only bright side was that the humans were so busy fighting each other that they didn’t notice Angus. Which was saying something. Normally, Angus was silent on hunts. But he wasn’t at his best. Not after his mate, Chianina, had just passed away. He had lost the love of his life and their five calves lost their mother. The youngest two, the twins, were still nursing! But Angus was the chief of the Morningside Mountain Colony. He had to put his feelings aside to provide for his people.
A familiar scent wafted through the air. Angus raised his head to sniff. His eyes widened. A minotaur heifer! He followed the scent to a clearing. His heart raced at the sight before him.
Chianina had been widely regarded as the most beautiful minotaur heifer in generations. The strange heifer sleeping on the grass before him was even more lovely than her. Her black fur was silky, her udder, nipples, and womanhood pink, her breasts full and heaving with every breath. Angus walked up to her and lowered his snout to get a better assessment of her scent. She was young, fertile, no longer a virgin, but somehow not yet claimed.
The heifers in the colony had been throwing themselves at Angus after Chianina passed. A chief wasn’t supposed to be without a mate for as long as Angus had. But he couldn’t bring himself to move on. However, an unclaimed heifer of otherworldly beauty laying in the woods? It felt like a sign from the gods to not just claim a new mate, but to claim this heifer as his mate.
Angus positioned himself above the heifer’s body. She was laying on her back, her legs spread, providing easy access to her womanhood. Angus removed his loincloth and slid his manhood into her. She let out a soft moan, but didn’t open her eyes. Angus began to thrust into her gently. Soon, both were mooing with pleasure. The heifer’s womanhood was hungry for Angus, clenching tightly to his manhood. Soon, Angus released his seed into the heifer, claiming her as his new mate. Both bellowed in ecstasy.
To the minotaur bull’s surprise, the heifer had remained asleep the entire time. She must have been exhausted. Perhaps humans targeted her, forcing her to defend herself or run. Angus picked the heifer up. She settled in his arms with a soft sigh. Angus kissed his new mate and set off for home. When they arrived, he would send some other bulls out to hunt. A new mate took priority, particularly the new mate of the chief.
Angus smiled as he walked through the woods to the Morningside Mountain Range. Already, he was imagining his new mate nursing the twins, mothering his three older calves, and growing heavy with a calf herself.