My hooves were tired so I parked myself on the grass against a tree. Ferus sat nearby,
eyeing me curiously.
"You must be a wild minotaur," he said quietly.
"What?" I asked.
"Because you don't wear..." he looked down at my crotch.
"Uh," I flushed. I raised my knees so he couldn't see my package. "Yeah, I...er, Hudson is a
wild minotaur, like you say."
Ferus smiled. I felt myself blush.
"Ferus has never seen a white minotaur before."
"Huh?"
I looked down at my body. I hadn't really paid much attention but my fur was, indeed,
bright white. I suppose since my fur had been white as a horse, and then as a pegasus,
Runt hadn't felt the need to alter it.
"It's pretty," Ferus smiled.
"Uh...thank you."
I was very aware that this was Ferus' attempts at coming on to me. It made me
embarrassed but I didn't worry because I knew I was only gay when Runt was nearby.
Except that I found myself feeling fluttered as he complimented me. And then I found
myself going hard.
I pressed my thighs together to try and conceal my huge boner. How could I still be gay?
Perhaps it took time to wear off or perhaps Runt had turned me into a gay minotaur.
Whatever the reason, I was still into Ferus. God, he was attractive.
"Uh, Hudson likes your hairbands," I replied, trying to keep up appearances.
He positively beamed at that. "Ferus likes them too. Of course, at the tribe they didn't."
He grunted in irritation.
"Say only cows wear bands. Ferus is a bull. Ferus not supposed to make his hair pretty."
He shrugged and smiled at me.
"Ferus is glad you like them."
Oh, God, I thought. Turns out his hairbands were some sort of camp, cross-
dressing signpost for gay minotaurs. By complimenting them, I had basically given him the
go ahead to seduce me.
"Did you have a tribe?" he asked.
"Um, no. Hudson was always wild."
"Hudson hates tribes?"
"No, uh-"
"Ferus wants to be wild for Hudson."
And with that, Ferus stood up. He stood over me and slipped his thumbs down his waist-
line. He gripped the edges of his kilt and, in a tremendous show of brute strength, ripped
his leather kilt in two.
His cock and balls fell out and bobbed. He was huge, semi-hard and dripping with pre-
cum. He tossed the remains of his kilt aside. There was nothing I wanted more than him
right now.
Runt's warning echoed in my head. If I had sex with Ferus I'd never be human again. I
could never go home. But since when had I trusted Runt?
Runt had also said he needed me because he couldn't change himself. He was clearly some
sort of sex demon, so it was reasonable to assume that his power was linked to that.
Perhaps his control over me had begun when he bummed me in my kitchen and would end
the moment I was unfaithful. Runt had lied to me before and it wasn't that untenable a
theory.
But was I ready to stake everything on it? Was it worth the risk for a screw with a sexy
minotaur? Runt did promise he'd get me home.
Ferus was looking at me expectantly. I had to make up my mind.