I wasn't comfy with writing this at the time (I use a wheel), and I'm not into minotaurs. You'll tell by the quality and length which ones I like. This is for a gender-neutral reader, have fun!
Warnings: Implied Non-Con

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(Y/n's PoV)

   My sister invited me up to her farm for the weekend, and I was excited. I loved animals, and the smell of farms, being raised in one when I was younger. I parked my car in the gravelly driveway, and stepped out, relishing in the crunch of the stones under my sneakers. I saw my sister waving frantically from the veranda of her (decently-sized) farm-house. I chuckled and waved back, locking my car and making my way to up to the house.

   After settling into my room and unpacking my stuff, I decided to go down to the cow pasture to my visit my favourite, brilliantly-named cow named Bessie. I hopped over the fence and whistled, Bessie rising her head up at the noise, having heard it many times. I smiled and approached her, carefully avoiding the cow poop in the field. 

   I gently stroked her muzzle, when a cool breeze washed over me, bringing along the potent smell of farm animals. I shivered gently and slipped my red flannel on. It didn't get too cold here, but it was always good to bring something comfy to wear. I turned around, ready to make my way back to the house, when something behind me started lowing loudly. 

   I was going to pay no mind to it, as the cows were normally loud, but what sounded like very, very big hooves, started galloping towards me. I whipped my head around and nearly fell in shock. A large... thing was charging at me. It had massive, bull-like legs and horns, but the torso was that of a buff man.

   I realised he was getting closer, but my feet were frozen to the ground. Just as I though I'd get impaled by those very impressive horns on his head, I tried diving out of the way, but something slammed into my stomach and I was in the air. I gasped, winded, and looked down. The minotaur (look, I was just guessing, I've studied Greek mythology) had it's large fist wrapped around my waist, and was holding me above ground.

   I tried struggling in vain, but he was too strong for me. The minotaur slammed me against a tree, and the next three hours were a blur, until I passed out.

   My eyes shot open at the sheer amount of pain coursing through my body. My lower half felt like it was split in half, and I could feel dried... stuff down there. Some of it was blood, some of it was... I didn't dare think about it. My back hurt from where I was slammed against many surfaces, and my waist hurt, because the minotaur was cuddling me very tightly. 

   I tried wriggling out of it's grasp, but it grunted lowly and squished me tighter into it's chest. I guess that means he likes me? Look, sue me for thinking this way, but I had been single for far too long, and it wasn't like I hated what had happened last night completely. Consent would've been nice. But at least he didn't want to kill me. I shrugged internally, figuring I could be in a worse position than this, and rested my head against it's massive chest, wanting to get more sleep before dealing with... whatever situation this was.

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There we go. I don't condone the actions that take place half the time, but idk. Minotaurs take things by force, some people are into (con)non-con, just remember to be careful. Hope you enjoyed? As I said, not into minotaurs so this wont be my best. Take care~
- CJ