"Yeow!" you yelp, "That hurt! What was in that thing anyway?"
"I told you it would hurt, but you need your shots if you're going to produce."
"Produce what?"
She chuckled.
Your balls are swelling up big time, and you have an odd itching in your groin. It gets so intense, you drop trou, and start scratching your naked cock and balls. The relief of the scratching is only temporary. You close your eyes for a moment. Then you feel something wrong. You only have one cock, right? So why can you feel two? No, three? Four? You open your eyes, and are relieved that there aren't three other guys humping you, all four dicks are growing out of your body. Your eyes widen. You suddenly wish that there were three other guys here. Damn, three naked cocks shoved up your ass, now that's hot! Wait! What? No, it's not? Well, it shouldn't be? But damn, it's hot now! What did that weird cow-woman put in me.
"Well, we'd better get you to the center of the Labyrinth where you can join your buddies," the evil cowotaur said slyly.
You feel a coarse rope tighten around your neck, and she rips your shirt off.
"There that's better, cowboy," she laughs at her joke.
Damn, your chest is filling out and hairier than ever. Must be all the testosterone your giant balls. Fuck, she's made you super horny, but she did something else to you, because, she's a female and you're a four-dicked male, but she doesn't turn you on in the least. Instead you're thinking about guys from your college. The cute guy in Chemistry. The photography major with the torn jeans. The guys in the locker room. Your frat bros. No! They're bros not hos! Oh, ---you close your eyes and stumbled on the circuitous path as you are led through the maze by the cow-o-taur. Somewhere along the way, you lost your shoes when your feet became hooves.
The sound and feel of a cowbell being tied around your neck causes you to pay attention to your surroundings. There are milk cans everywhere, and lots of other naked cow-boys like you with bells around their necks. They look familiar, and then you smell the bull male. Your four cocks are rock hard.
The cowotaur motions to a couple cow-boys who rush over with buckets in hand. One for each boner. You're down on the ground, you feel the warmth of the bull male behind you, each cow-boys' hand is full with one of your cocks over the buckets beneath you.
"You're really going to milk me?" you say in horror, and anticipation that you will finally get your rocks off.
"Not exactly," says a familiar voice, "They just holding your cocks. I'm going to fuck the cum out of you, cow-boy, and I'm really going to enjoy it!"