#Monster March 2023 Day 5- Other Taurs

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Monster March Day 5- Other-Taurs

The Velvet Spa

Thanks as always to @borealwrites for their Monster March 2023 prompts. As well as @catbatart for their's as well. Short and sweet again. However, this is the first one that will have more of a second part that is it's own multi part story for another prompt later on in the list. But this more or less lays the groundwork for future ones. Enjoy.

Monster March Day 5- Other-taurs

The Velvet Spa

“Goodmorning, this is Macy with The Velvet Spa, how can I help you?” Macy asked. 

“Goodmorning, this is Mack Goodwin, I’d like move up my scheduled velvet stripping appointment, and I’d like to keep it with Bianca if at all possible.” Mack offered. 

“Of course, let me just look at her schedule real quick. She has a 10am on the 7th.” Macy offered. 

“Does she have anything sooner? That cold snap we just had has me entering the rut sooner than I anticipated and that cold snap really did a number on the velvet and it’s already really oily and itchy.” He pleaded. 

“Well, she does have an emergency opening tomorrow evening at 6. But her emergency appointment slots are usually double the usual because you’re skipping the line so to speak.” Macy gently broke it to him.

“I’ll take it. I’ll happily book it and prepay for it too. I just need it off and Bianca is the best.” Mack insisted. 

“Of course. I’ll get that booked for you. Is the card ending in 3443 still the card you wish to use?” She asked. 

“Yes, that one should be fine, and please could you add on a 25% tip too?” He asked. 

“Of course.” Macy reassured him. 

“And done and done, we’ll see you in here tomorrow at 6pm Mack.” Macy offered. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He offered before he hung up. 

At 5, he was in that spa and doing his best to simply rest in the special moose-taur chairs that they had. Since this place catered to taurs of all kinds and the various kinds of minotaurs too. 

He tried to distract himself with various games on his phone, anything to keep his hands from reaching up to scratch at the velvet on the antlers, as he had already bought a tub of itch cream and slathered it on and wrapped them up in the special taur bathroom. But it felt like he needed several buckets of itch cream. 

And thankfully right at 5:50- Bianca came out. 

“Mack, I’m ready for you.” Bianca called as she had walked, what was usual last client of the day, but because of the early cold snap, her emergency appointments had all filled up for the rest of the week, and then the appointments the usual clients had booked in advance had quickly filled in too. 

Mack nearly hit the already high ceilings as he jumped up onto all fours in the seat and bounced out of and over the chair. 

“Easy, easy, come on, room 8.” Bianca giggled as she managed to put her little, delicate hands up right at his waist where his waist met the rest of his moose-taur body to keep him from crashing into the actual bench of a reception desk as he took a step back and bowed his head in embarrassment but appreciated her pat of his taur shoulder and followed her to the special room that she had set up just for her special true taur clients as she quickly added special sections of the special bed so he could lay his taur body down, while also laying is more human side forward so that his head would more or less lay between two huge sinks specifically designed for massive antlers. 

“Ok, is that comfy enough or do we need more support?” She asked once he settled in. 

“Could I just get a little more here?” He asked as he pulled his chest up and patted to where he would lay in. Since this was like a massive massage chair, specifically made for larger taurs, like moose-taurs and caribou-taurs. She grabbed the special insert and wedged it in and then had him lay down before she adjusted the special head rest. 

“There? Better?” She asked but she could already see his body fully relax into it. 

“Yes, so much. Thank you.” He thanked her. 

“Let’s get you numbed up. Because I can see that the numbing lotion ain’t cutting it is it?” She asked thoughtfully as she was already washing her hands and then drying them to get her special gloves on. 

“It helped, but not as much as the injections do.” He had to admit as she was already getting into her special pharmaceutical refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of her favorite local anesthetic drug and filled her needle with enough to numb all of the velvet on the antlers. 

“Ok, pin pricks.” She gently warned as she cleaned the nerve branches of the velvet that was still, mostly active as the local anesthetic both kept the nerves from firing before she could remove the velvet and it would keep too much blood loss from happening too. 

Mack welcomed the pin pricks because he knew the numbing that was sure to follow would be phenomenal before he practically moaned and sighed to feel the relief bloom all over his antlers. 

“Better?” Bianca asked once she was done injecting all of it but paused to see if he would need any more. 

“So much better.” He answered. 

“Ok, let me do a quick check ok?” She said before she disposed of the syringe but had a second on standby just in case she needed to pull more from the bottle as she put the special walkway that would allow her to climb up and stand over him to get to his velvet without climbing onto his back herself. She walked around and squeezed the various tines, palms and beams. 

“Feeling anything?” She asked thoughtfully as she tested all of them. 

“Nope. I just feel you touching them from the pressure on my skull.” He answered. 

“Perfect. Ok, lets get all of this pesky velvet off. Nothing like a hundred degree difference between having nearly 60 degree warm fall winter and then a cold snap of minus 53 degrees and a blizzard for a few days and then back to regularly scheduled- descend into winter. That cold snap just sent everyone into the rut early and velvet that usually would take another few weeks is taking mere days to decide it needs to come off.” Bianca said as she unwrapped his antlers and used her various scalpels and other tools in her special belt along with a gigantic bag on her hip to catch all the velvet she would take off of his antlers. 

“You’re telling me.” He chuckled. 

“Although I doubt Cathy minds you chasing her around the house a bit earlier than usual.” Bianca gently teased. 

“No she does not.” Mack laughed as he just fully relaxed and practically melted into the special cushioned chair/bed as he could feel Bianca climb the various special stools she had so she could get up and get all the velvet off even the tallest points of his antlers and work her way down as the soft music filled the room. 

“So I take it your schedule is crazy?” He guessed. 

“Very much so. I even scheduled in dinner for my appointments, because currently, I’m out until 9pm for the next few weeks.” She revealed. 

“Yikes. What about the kids?” He asked. 

“Well, thankfully my parents understand and while Rodger isn’t there to watch them anymore, at least his parents are.” You admitted. 

“Still miss him?” Mack asked. 

“It gets better every year.” Bianca admitted about her husband who had died due to a falling tree since her husband had co owned a lumber mill and had bought a parcel of land for the trees, but instead- had literally struck gold, when he hadn’t struck gold with his wife that is. And even though she had been a single mom of three when he met her, he was quick to marry her up and give her two more kids when he did. Because really good women were more precious than gold and more beautiful than the northern lights, no matter what form they took. 

Bianca got into being a velvet stripper among the various other things she had licenses and certifications for when she was growing up. Bianca started helping her antlered taur friends take the velvet off their antlers. Then once she graduated highschool, went and got a professional medical license for it and then started accumulating many, many more in the years since. 

And then when he died, she actually took his life insurance money, all the money from selling the land that had the gold claim on it- and built her dream home and her specialty medical spa and now The Velvet Spa was a place where every taur or any other person who had antlers or even horns came to get them serviced among other things. 

And because Bianca was a human, her and her little nimble fingers could get in there and remove velvet way better than most. And having a husband and kids who were the whole spectrum of minotaurs, between moose minotaur with her eldest, an elk minotaur with her second, a deer minotaur with her third and then her youngest two being caribou minotaur from her late husband, meant she knew all too well what it was like having antlers and velvet. Like a mosquito bite times a thousand. And with all her years of experience, she and her spa had a sterling reputation at being the best. To the point, people came to her and her spa from all over the Arctic Tundra. And she had multiple locations now and had made a chain of the business. But her original clientele were practically cult followers. And once someone had her work on them, they didn’t want anyone else to work on them because she always had the best results. 

“So, were we going with winter white or did we want to go with any other stains for the antlers today? Grulla is pretty popular this year.” She asked as she finished with one antler and double checked to make sure she got everything before she started on the other. 

“Nah, could we go fawn brown?” He asked since once the antlers shed their velvet, they could take a staining of the bone super easy and she could stain the antlers any color the client wanted. 

“Oh yeah, that would look really good with your dark brown coat.” She readily agreed as she continued to work on his velvet and cut it all off, and used a special scraper that was practically a modified icecream scoop with a razor edge to get the wide palms of antler velvet off. 

“And we’re done! Velvet’s off, lets get these washed and then dyed for you.” She offered before she got her cleaning supplies and her pre-soaked dye sponge out of it’s wrapper and drenched it with the special dye to make his antlers the desired color. Like hair color, but for antlers. 

She meticulously washed all the blood and leftover residues from his antlers before she meticulously got the stain sponge and started to stain his antlers his favorite color. It used to be that whatever a taur would scrape their velvet off with, like the bark from trees, and dirt would color up the antlers. But with her, she could make the antlers look both “natural” yet “modern” with various stains, even the bright colored ones. The people who worked construction or the salt trucks often preferred their antlers get a reflective paint put on so they could work safely, even in the dark night. 

“And…done!” She announced happily as she finished with his antlers and pulled the walkway up so he could get up and out of the special chair. 

“But I don’t want to move, I was so comfortable.” Mack mock complained. 

“Come on, up, up, up.” She cooed as she reached out the scratch around the base of his antlers on his head and laughed when he rolled his head into her fingernails. Since she had taken off her gloves already before he got those infuriating itches scratched before he pulled back just enough to grab her up and give her a hug with his upper person half while he was still down on the ground. 

“Thank you so much.” He offered. 

“You’re welcome Mack.” She smiled happily as she hugged him back for a few seconds before she withdrew to help change the room over and let him get up. 

“Ice the bases when the local wears off if they start to ache, take your favorite pain reliever too if it gets bad. And of course, if you have any other issues or problems call back and we’ll get you fixed up. And of course, if anything gets infected, don’t hesitate to go get medical intervention in the meantime, ok?” She offered as he stood up again before she withdrew the special bolsters and cushions to suit the next client she had in the room since she had two rooms, one for conventional taurs and the other more for various kinds of minotaurs that was right across the hall while he looked at his antlers in the high mirrors in the room. 

“Will do, you’re the best.” He offered 

“I try. Do you still want to keep your antler shed appointment or do you think you’ll need to move it up earlier because you’re entering the rut early too?” She asked. 

“Nah, let’s keep it for now.” He shook his head no. 

“Ok, then lets get you out and back home to Cathy.” She offered before she opened the massive door to let him out as he gingerly left the room and turned in the hallway to get out of there as she walked him out and then collected her next client. 

“Mr. Leopold?” She called out before a caribou minotaur practically jumped out of his seat. 

“That’s me.” He offered before he followed her back. 

“Hi, we’re back in room 4.” She offered as she exchanged Mack’s file for her other client’s and went to repeat the process. 

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Monster March 2023 Masterlist

From the prompts from @borealwrites

Monster March 2023

1. Djinn/elemental spirit- The Emperor’s Gemling

2. Forest Spirit- The Joys and Dangers of Mushrooms

3. Naga/Lamia - Stuck Shed 

4. Alraune- Bloom of Life

5. Other-taurs. Caribou! - The Velvet Spa

6. Robot/Android/Cyborg - Aftermarket Attachments Part 1, Part 2

7. Minotaur - The Rut- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5. 

8. Demon- Glass Dragon  

9. Centaur - If the Shoe Fits- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

10. Chthonic/Eldritch Abomination- daughter Babylon the Great. Part 1, Part 2

11. Ghost/Spirit- The Talisman- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

12. Nymph - Trapping the Dragon 

13. Succubus/Incubus/Concubus-The Lotus House 

14. Harpy- My Harpy, My Moura

15. Humanoid Bird -  Hidden Potential

16. Giant- Hemi’s Dream Pixie Goddess Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

17. Drider- Drider Silk Brocade 

18. Pixie. The Hollow

19. Merperson- Something Special Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

20. Humanoid Cat- What to Bring to a Table Part 1, Part 2

21. Vampire- Coconut Water

22. Fae- Coronation Day Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

23. Dragonborn- Dragon Heart Flower Festival 

24, Alien- Sting of Life

25. Angel- Half of My Forever

26. Werewolf- Kabluey Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

27. Doppelganger-Dr. Vitanova

28. Shapeshifter- A Mother’s Touch Part 1, Part 2

29. Dragon- Dragon’s Rite Flight

30. Slimeperson- Astral and Their Alleviator Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

31. Satyr- Sheepishly Mine- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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Monster March 2023 Day 7- Minotaur Part 4

The Rut

Woo, alright, let's unleash all this sexual tension shall we?

As always, thanks to @borealwrites for their Monster March 2023 Prompt List. As well as to @catbatart for their's as well. This is so fun. As you can tell, I had a blast.

Part 4

The Rut Hits

That week, flew by, between appointments and texting Bauvar. As he got to learn much more about you than you thought he would be interested in learning. Although, if you were going to really sell the cover, you figured you’d need to learn these things as you learned more about him too. And you actually really enjoyed what you learned and found out about him and his family and his friends. 

But there seemed to be a theme of all of your female appointments, that they were also going to some huge social function that they all needed their own fur, hooves and for the caribou-taurs and caribou minotaurs- their own antlers looking phenomenal for and were all getting their hair and makeup done up for too. And you were sure that it wasn’t the same thing because their thing started at 7, and Bauvar said your thing with him wasn’t until 6 but that he wanted to get dinner first so he was picking you up at 5, which meant you had to be done by 4. 

Which meant you couldn’t get any emergency appointments that day, but the other girls did, since emergency appointments could often be two to three times the price as regularly scheduled appointments, so they were making bank. And while you could use the money, you also really wanted to go with Bauvar as you were just happy he hadn’t really reached his rut yet. Because you could always tell by the scent and the look in another tuar’s eyes when they had gotten to that point. But so far, he didn’t smell or look like he had gotten it yet, so you were safe. 

You finished with your last client for the day but hung out in the room to use it to get ready for when Bauvar would pick you up since the salon part of the medical spa was packed full. 

But you didn’t need such things. You had hidden your own rollers, hidden by a special headband and head wrap. And you hadn’t put any makeup on that day, because you knew you would most likely need to wash the sweat off your face anyway and your gown, picked out from a picture of what Bauvar had sent you of the suit he was going to wear and when you had sent him a picture of the dress on the hanger, he said it was perfect. Of course, how you were going to look in it was probably another matter entirely. You squeezed yourself into some spanks to give you the appearance of a little waist and a push up bra for cleavage and thanks to some double sided tape, you got the entire upper part of the outfit just where you wanted it to stay and thanks to a little capulet, your arms and shoulders were covered before you slipped into your great grandmother’s fur coat that the women in your family had maintained for decades. Add the necklace and earrings he had given you yesterday to go with your dress, which would look stunning together, and makeup, and the last thing was to take the curlers out of your hair as a cascade of curls soon fell like a waterfall down your back as the shine treatment you had done last night was still in play and by the time you were done, you hoped you hadn’t dolled yourself up too much for this. 

‘I’m here, sorry, I’m a bit early.’ Bauvar texted you. 

‘No, it’s fine, I’m ready now. So meet you at the car?’ You texted. 

‘Actually, I have my car right out front.’ He said. 

‘Oh, then I’ll be right out.’ You texted back before you locked up the room and walked out, only to get some cheers from all the girls at the front desk to see you fully transformed before you noticed that Bauvar was standing outside, with a limo. 

“How do I look?” You asked Macy. 

“Killer, knock him dead.” Macy encouraged you. 

“Thanks.” You said before you left to meet Bauvar. 

“Hey, what’s all this?” You asked as you gestured to the limo. 

“For the one woman who works harder than anyone and everyone else. You deserve to have a night on the town.” He offered as he opened the door for you. 

“Aww, thanks.” You thanked him as you got into the car just as the other girls got out of their appointments and stared in shock at Bauvar there with a limo before they all fled the spa to greet him. 

“Bauvar!” They all called, thinking he was there for any of them as you could see through the window of the limo, the way Bauvar’s face fell as his shoulder’s rose in anxiety as he grimaced at being spotted and recognized. 

“Hi, ladies, excuse me, but I’m actually late for my dinner date.” He tried to excuse as he stood between them and you, shielding you inside the car so that none of them could even approach and see you to save you from their rather brutal and vivacious. 

“Where are we going?” The most desperate of them asked. 

“My girlfriend, who’s already in the car- and I are going. I don’t know where you are going. And frankly, this is quite rude to her. So, if you’ll excuse me, I need to feed her a real dinner before the event tonight, see you there.” He offered before he walked around the car as quickly as he could and managed to get in as soon as he could before their own heedy rut hormones got him to get into his own as he had done all he could to postpone going into it, knowing that- that was what happened with you in the past, a taur would “fall in love” with you during the rut, have an amazing rut and then post rut, split before you finally settled down with your husband, who, unfortunately died not too long ago. And he did not want to be the next to do so and was doing everything he could to keep himself from it. 

“I’m sorry about that but the parking garage was crazy and we couldn’t hardly get into it.” He apologized. 

“It’s ok. I understand why you asked me to come with. Those girls were about to form a harem around you right there on the sidewalk.” You offered as you slipped your hand into his and squeezed it comfortingly. 

“And I know I may look like I’m insane for turning them down.” He offered as he squeezed your hand, using your touch to ground him. 

“They’ve been after me to go with them ever since I was hired, and I’ve tried to dip and dodge them because the other guys I work with warned me about them.” He explained. 

“So we’re both saving each other from overeager and overzealous potential partners.” You surmised. 

“Yes, very much so.” He smiled gratefully. 

“So how are the kids tonight?” He asked.

“They’re good. My parents have them at their house for the weekend. My dad is using them to help chop wood for the winter, because they still look mostly taur, they’re happier doing stuff like that and can help chop down trees they’ve already prepared in years past, chop the wood and haul it out of the woods to get enough wood for my parent’s fireplace and wood burning stove as well as ours. Their winter coats grew in very well this year, as well as their insulation, so they’re happy and content to do that this weekend. Which, had you not invited me to come to this, is probably what I would be doing too.” You smiled fondly. 

“Don’t tempt me to say ‘screw it’ and have this limo drive us out there, because that sounds infinitely more fun than this stupid thing tonight.” He admitted. 

“So what are your plans tomorrow?” Bauvar asked. 

“Sleeping, lots of sleeping and getting house chores done. So much laundry. A mountain the size of Denali practically.” You smiled. 

“You?” You asked. 

“I don’t know, being in the woods and chopping down trees doesn’t sound too bad.” He offered with a shrug. 

“Well, you could, you could even go full caribou and join a super-herd and start migrating too.” You teased and laughed when he stuck his tongue out at you before you stuck your tongue back out at him before you both dissolved into laughter and giggles. 

“Who let us become adults?” You asked rhetorically with a shake of your head. 

“Adult-adults at that. The kind with jobs and careers and responsibilities and stuff.” He recalled with mock resentment. 

“And ethics and morals.” You recalled. 

“And not the tasty morels, but actual morals.” He offered. 

“I know right? Those things are delicious. Speaking of, where are we going for dinner anyway?” You asked. 

“Here.” He said as the limo soon came to park right in front of the very high end steakhouse. 

“So you can give in to all of your carnivorous desires.” He offered. 

“Yes!” You cheered before he quickly got out of the car and opened the door for you and helped you out of the car to walk you into the restaurant where he had already reserved a table which the hostess happily showed you to. He even pulled your chair out for you, like a proper gentleman as you were sure your cheeks were burning through your makeup and practically searing off any blush you’d put on anyway. 

“So what looks good?” He asked once you both got the menu as you saw that the menu didn’t have any prices on it. Which to you told that it was probably nosebleed expensive as you didn’t answer him but only took a long exhale through your nose as you bit your lips as you debated about how to answer him. 

“Don’t feel guilty or that it’s a stupid, needless expense. It’s a treat. Get what you want. Don’t worry about anything else.” He insisted. 

“Just that you’re going to spend your entire 401k on just dinner?” You murmured quietly as you looked over the various dishes, made to sound extra delicious and luxurious. 

“Nah, the 401k was spent on the jewelry. We’re going full on stock options for dinner.” He gently teased back as you both snickered a laugh at the ridiculousness of his statement as you peeked over the menus to share a meaningful look before you both looked back to the menus as you could feel him shift his feet under the table where the table cloth went all the way down to the floor practically as his hoof grazed your shoe before he seemed to stretch his legs out under the table to get comfortable before you realized his legs were practically framing your own legs under the table. 

“We could have sat at a higher table Bav.” You offered. 

“No, it’s fine.” He waived off. 

“So now we get to play footsie under the table too? What are we in middle school?” You asked as you lifted your menu as if looking through the table, as if to see where his feet were under it which got him to snicker another laugh. 

“Maybe.” He offered with a slightly scheming grin which earned a hum from you before you moved your legs so clamp around his calf with his ankles and he damn near moaned and had to bite it back as he made a fist as you held it there for 30 seconds. 

“What is that- that you’re doing?” He asked. 

“Compression. It’s a massage technique. Cause I’m also an LMT in addition to everything else.” You offered before you did it to the other leg and he actually nearly slumped in his chair. 

“That feels way too good.” He admitted in a soft whisper, for fear anyone would overhear him and think you were actually doing something untoward under the table. 

“Post rut, you can book me for a massage. Cause I do those too.” You offered before you let go. 

“Yeah, got it.” He nodded. 

“This damn rut is gonna kill me.” He muttered under his breath right before the waitress came over to get your orders as he nearly ordered half the menu for you. 

“Did you eat anything at all today? Is this the first time you’re eating?” You asked worriedly once the waitress left. 

“No, I heard this place was really good and didn’t want you to miss out.” He offered. 

“Uh huh.” You slowly nodded in understanding as you tilted your head slightly. 

“Bauvar, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m a big girl, you asked me to order what I wanted and I did. You don’t have to order for me. If I wanted to eat those things, I would have ordered them myself.” You offered. 

“Oh, sorry, I wasn’t trying to..” He began to apologize. 

“No, it’s ok. I just…don’t want you trying to order the works when all I really want is something simple ok? It’s me. Bianca, please don’t start showing off for me now. Cause then I’ll start to think that…” You began before you stopped yourself from finishing the sentence just as you could faintly smell something in the air as it wafted over the table towards you. Something that you had gotten too good at sniffing out. He was fighting off the rut already because there had been a major cold snap earlier which sent most of your clientele into the rut early too and it had gotten him as well. 

“Oh no. When did it hit?” You asked as your eyes got wider as your face fell. 

“No, no, it didn’t hit yet. I’m fine. You’re fine. I’ll back off, I’m just nervous. I’ll be fine.” He tried to readily reassure you as he fought to dig into his pockets to grab more of the pills in his coat pocket. 

“Hey, hey, what are you taking?” You asked. Once they appeared as you looked at the prescription bottle worriedly before you reached your hand out for him to give it to you before he reluctantly handed it over as you took it and instantly read the label as your shoulders dropped, especially to see when they were prescribed and how few of them were left. 

“Bauvar, you literally only have enough to get you through tonight. When you take this last dose, you’re officially on a timer. Because what these do- is only prolong the start of it for so long but the more it’s prolonged- the more intense it’ll hit and the longer it will last on the tail end once you stop taking these, you’re not going to be able to work most of next week, unless you plan on working from home and…” You cut yourself off again before you handed them back to him just as the waitress came back your wine and the first of the appetizers. 

“Please don’t be mad.” Bauvar pleaded once the waitress left. 

“I’m not mad. I’m just worried as to why didn’t you tell me?” You asked. 

“Because of your past experiences, I didn’t want you to think I was going to be just like them. So I’ve fought it off. And I just should have asked for a longer prescription.” He admitted. 

“No, you would need to get on another prescription entirely in order to have the side effects be longer, but it would be lifetime levels of longer because you’d be trying to transition from male to female kinds of pheromone inhibitor. Not- delay it for a few days, up to a week. Most taurs take this so that their mates and them can synchronize their own cycles if they’re trying to get pregnant. But that’s usually because they don’t plan on leaving the house for a week. Starting tomorrow, you’re going to be either miserable, or exhausted and practically raw.” You ventured. 

“I just wish you would have told me and let it happen naturally so I would know and be prepared is all.” You offered but even he could see your disappointment. 

“I just didn’t want you to think it was all rut for me is all.” He murmured quietly as he picked at the food artfully plated on the plates on the table before you reached across the table to hold his hand. 

“Bauvar, the fact that you went even to these lengths just to try to ensure my own comfort, means a lot to me. I know you actually really like me. And I know that if it was just a rut thing for you, you would not be fighting it- as hard as you have been. So, lets just eat dinner, pop into the shindig so that you’re seen and heard for your 15 minutes of mandatory kiss the boss’ ass and then we can get you home and get you squared away for the next week or two. Ok?” You urged him. 

“Ok.” He offered before he didn’t even bother taking the last dose and instead, just pocketed the pills and enjoyed dinner with you before you went to the party, and because you were “fashionably late” you didn’t have to cue up in line to shake the boss’ hand, give him and his wife the obligatory congrats on hosting the party and all that. 

But the shock came when you knew just about every taur in here. Because they were all…all of them, especially the married ones, were your clients. 

“Holy cow, you’re here! Wow you look amazing Bianca.” The wives greeted you happily, as they were all relieved that you would be one, genuinely friendly face as you got even more hugs as you were sure your own skin soon soaked up their own pheromones off of their own silky soft fur and if Bauvar was fighting the rut now, it be impossible for him to fight it now that you actually smelled more and more like a cow in heat from all of your female clientele hugging you. 

“So whose the lucky guy?” They all asked. 

“That one. Bauvar. He saved me last week from another stalking buck in heat. And so to return the favor, I agreed to come with him to this. He was nearly swarmed when he picked me up for dinner.” You divulged. 

“Oh! You’re his super secret surprise plus 1! He has been dodgy all week when all the other girls in the office have been hounding him. I think it’s because his antlers this year are quite impressive. And he’s been promoted to junior associate.” One of the senior officer’s wife noted. 

“So they’re looking to land Mr. Big promotion and a pay raise?” You ventured. 

“Honey, we may be mostly taurs here, but there’s wolves still here, hoping to bank on natural instinct more than actual smarts.” She murmured which got the others to giggle as you could already see the single ladies were practically floating from stag to stag while Bauvar did his best to be seen and say hi to most of the big wigs before you could tell he was getting antsy. 

“Well, I’m just glad you’re with him. I had worried some of the girls had gotten their hooks into him. But he’s managed to fight them off, and even if it’s only for tonight, that’ll be enough, at least until next year.” She added. 

“Hopefully.” You offered before you looked over at Bauvar who was doing his best to avoid every other female there. 

“Wow, those girls really drenched themselves in the estris didn’t they?” You asked as one passed you and your eyes watered and you wanted to gag. Literboxes didn’t smell that bad. 

“They did. You better get Bauvar out of here if you want to save him. I give it another 20 minutes before couples start to break out and try to hook up in every corner they can find in here.” She offered. 

“Will do. Thanks.” You offered before you finished your drink and threw the cup away. 

“Ready?” You asked. 

“Please, get me out of here, I feel like I’m about to hump air.” He practically whimpered as you got his arm and escorted him out of there before the limo took you back to your spa where you got in and got your stuff out of your room and locker and went back to your SUV where Bauvar was sitting and waiting patiently in the passenger seat and trying to remain in control of himself. 

“Ok, so, type in your address, I’ll get you home.” You offered as you handed him your phone before he did and you practically peeled out of there because you knew you were racing against the clock because he was just hugging himself and wouldn’t even open his eyes for fear he’d see you and want to fuck you senseless as you drove him to his house. 

“Ok, drink water, lots and lots of water ok? I’ll be right back.” You urged him as you got into his bathroom to quickly strip out of your gown and slip back into your scrubs so you could get to the grocery store and stock up on enough food and other “supplies” so he wouldn’t have to leave his house for much of anything for a while before you came back and quickly unpacked it as he did his best to stay on the couch, with a blanket wrapped tightly around him to keep him from actually holding you and giving into every urge he had to fuck you senseless. 

“Bianca, please, please leave. I can’t…I won’t…I can’t…you gotta, you gotta go. Now.” He pleaded with you as just the scent of you putting the groceries into his refrigerator was enough to pull him from the couch as every piece of clothing felt like it was way too small and way too hot to wear as you hurried to get it all put away as you could tell he was trying to chose miserable for himself to keep you from harm's way. But you also had a feeling that the last person who would knowingly or even unknowingly hurt you was him. 

“Do you really want me to go? Or are you asking me to go because you don’t want to hurt me?” You asked him. 

“I would never forgive myself if I…” He began but you didn’t let him finish the sentence. Instead you simply pulled his face down to yours to kiss and once you provided that initial spark. That’s when the floodgates opened and you didn’t know exactly when or how, but somehow, you both quickly became naked because you could feel his otherwise almost ethereally soft fur against your bare skin when he stripped you out of your scrubs and undergarments before he pulled you up into his arms and walked you straight to his bedroom that had special spaces at the top of the bed to allow antlers to rest while in the bed. 

But he barely laid you down over the covers before in one fell swoop, he quickly joined his flesh with yours and you had to pull your mouth from his to cry out in ecstasy to be so exquisitely stuffed again. It had been far too long since you got so blessed. Every sense was flooded with him. His scent in your nose, his body pressed and stroking into yours and his big dark amber eyes staring at you like you painted the northern lights in the sky yourself. You could hear his breathing and his voice as it moaned and grunted and just kept saying your name because it was the only thing literally in and on his brain, if not his heart too. 

“Gods you’re so sexy.” He managed to say between very enthusiastic thrusts. 

“So are you.” You mirrored as your legs crossed behind the small of his back as your fingers dipped through his fur to scratch at the skin beneath and it was like you had given him all the permission he needed to unleash every wild, animalistic instinct and drive he had. And that one- singular thing was to rut you so good, you’d get stuffed from cum. 

You had forgotten how much you had really missed this. How much you missed the velvety soft fur against your skin, miss the testosterone both in your nose and on your tongue. Miss the power of the thrusts and the over eager zealousness to breed you proper. 

And over the course of the night, you felt you had fucked in just about every concievable way, before you passed out in his arms in the early- predawn hours. 

[thecandywrites]

Monster March 2023 Day 7- Minotaur Part 1

The Rut

So this is four parts. Because I went, just, hog wild with this. And with a twist of it being a caribou minotaur. Plus Arctic Tundra *cough* Alaska *cough*, which is where I was born and where I spent my early childhood. So you'll see a lot a lot of personal touches.

Parts 1, 2 and 3 are pretty mild and SFW, part 4will be NSFW and part 5 is SFW. Just heads up.

Thanks to @borealwrites for their Monster March 2023 prompt list. As well as to @catbatart for thier Monster March prompts as well.

Enjoy.

Monster March Day 7- Minotaur - Caribou Minotaur

The Rut

Part 1

Emergency Appointment

“Hello, this is Bianca with The Velvet Spa, how can I help you?” You answered the phone as it rung even in the breakroom, from the overflow out front. For you, it was a sign that business was good. But right this second, it was interrupting your break. But the sacrifices you had already made for this place, a few more minutes probably wouldn’t mean a lot to you, but could potentially mean a lot for them, so you picked up the phone. 

“Hi, I’m Bauvar Leopold, I’d like to schedule a velvet shedding appointment?” Bauvar asked in a hopeful desperation. 

“Of course. Are you new to the Velvet Spa or have you been to see us before?” You asked as you tried to see if you could pull his client file up from your phone on the spa’s app. 

“No, I haven’t.” He sheepishly admitted. 

“Ok, well, then let me get you into the system, could you spell your name for me?” You asked before he spelled it out and gave you more of his personal information, including that he was a caribou minotaur. Which meant he would need a larger than usual appointment because caribou, either of the traditional classic taur variety or the minotaur variety had large antlers, not as big as the moose-taurs, but close. 

“Thank you so much, so, let me see what we have available, is there a day of the week you’d prefer? Mornings or afternoons?” You asked as you looked through the massive schedule, it was “pre-rut” when most taurs who had antlers as opposed to horns- needed to remove the velvet to reveal their new antlers every year. Most of these clients had appointments months and even years in advance but The Velvet Spa was always eager to hire new velvet strippers to strip the velvet off of antlers for your deer-taur, moose-taur, elk-tour and caribou-taur clientele as well as the minotaur community and all of the subspecies that taurs came in. When it wasn’t busy helping with the winter coat removal or antler removal in winter and a myriad of other services. And this was the height of the velvet stripping season.

“Anything, the soonest you have available, I can come whenever you have an opening. Please, I’m desperate.” Bauvar pleaded as you could tell he was probably fighting not to destroy his own house in an attempt to take the once nourishing velvet off of his now- fully formed antlers as the velvet soon began to die off and shrivel up, and constrict on the antlers, leaving the client very uncomfortable.  

“Ok, well I do actually have an urgent- after hours appointment available this evening at 7pm then, however those appointments are at a higher price point than our usual appointments have. Otherwise the next open appointment isn’t until the day after tomorrow.” You offered. 

“I’ll take it! I’ll be there! Thank you so much, I don’t care what it costs, but I just really need this taken care of as soon as I can.” He offered gratefully. 

“Ok, I’ll see you then.” You offered before you hung up the phone and went back to trying to wolf down your lunch in between appointments.

You continued with your day and just as you were walking your previous client out to the waiting room to get checked out as he thanked you by dipping down and hugging you, since he was simply massive and his antlers were massive and nearly scraped the walls as he came down the hallway with you to check out as he was the classic moose-taur client.

“Thank you so much Bianca! Really, you’re a miracle worker. You’re the best.” He thanked you gratefully as he slipped a hefty tip into your hands and even a gift card for your favorite coffee joint, Caribou Coffee that was right down the street- into your hands as he did the handshake/hug gesture with you. 

“You’re welcome Mack, don’t forget to reschedule your antler shed appointment and your winter coat de-shed appointment too.” You reminded him. 

“Yes, can’t leave here without those.” He smiled gratefully as he then faced the receptionist as you picked up the new client paperwork that Bauvar had filled out and turned in. 

“Mr. Bauvar Leopold?” You asked as you took it and looked towards the other caribou minotaur clientele before Bauvar practically leapt out of his seat and gave a little waive once he got over his initial shock that it was a human that was his velvet stripper. He expected another taur or another minotaur to be his velvet stripper like the others. But to see little you come out was a surprise and shock. Although you were, if he was honest, one of the more beautiful humans he had ever seen. And you looked like the perfect professional in your monogrammed scrubs. 

“That’s me, wow, you got my name right. That’s quite impressive.” He thanked you gratefully as you could see he had already dripped some blood onto the shoulders of his really nice suit and had attempted to clean it already, since it was still damp. And while from the neck down, he looked like a perfectly professional businessman, from the crown of his head up, his antlers were all wrapped and bleeding through the bandages as he looked about ready to itch his way out of his skin. But, otherwise, a pretty handsome caribou-taur in your opinion. But you had to remain professional. 

“I try. Everyone deserves to have their name said correctly. Let’s get you squared away Mr. Leopold.” You offered. 

“Oh, you don’t need to call me that. Bauvar is fine.” He invited. 

“Then you can call me Bianca.” You invited as you gestured for him to follow you to your appointment room you kept for minotaurs of various varieties. 

“So, Bauvar, on a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being, not bothersome, and 10 being- you’re about to hug a cholla jumping cactus if it means getting the velvet off, where are you at?” You asked him thoughtfully as you looked him in the eye for the answer after glancing over the velvet to see where it was in the process of shedding his velvet as you could already see where he had tried to wrap it to keep from bleeding on the carpet and furniture as the points were already poking and peeking through. 

“A solid 9.” He estimated. 

“So jumping head first into a thornbush, got it.” You grinned which got him to bark a laugh. 

“Yeah, just about.” He readily agreed. 

“Well I’m here in room 5, so come on in and lay back into the chair.” You invited once you opened the door to the room and showed him to a special reclining seat that reclined into a special sink that one would recognize from a hairdresser salon. But was specifically for antlered clientele to comfortably recline and simply get their antlers shed of their velvet before he did, as the chair almost reminded him of a dentist chair but with a few buttons pressed he was reclined comfortably and the chair conformed to how he wanted it as you passed him a set of sunglasses to wear to shield his eyes from the special lights you’d use as you were putting on special gloves, getting new supplies before you were unwrapping the bandages on his antlers. 

“Ok, so let’s see what we have here.” You murmured as you inspected the velvet as you went along, seeing which patches were dead, or dying and some of them, trying to hang on for dear life, but the velvet was oily and dulled, which was the sign that the velvet was ready to come off as the different areas were already poking through while the velvet tried coming off with the bandages themselves. 

“So you still have areas here at the base that are pretty active, I’m going to numb the velvet to ease discomfort ok?” You offered. 

“Ok.” He readily agreed and tried not to grimace when he felt the prick of the needle all over the different nerve branches in the velvet, but he could not stop the pleasured exhale and practically moaned when the relief bloomed all over his antlers as his body soon relaxed. 

“Better?” You asked with a knowing grin. 

“So much better, already, wow. Thank you.” He confessed before you took your special blades and scalpels gauze to clean up any blood as well as a special soap to wash the blood away as you would work as you walked around. 

“Also, that’s a special massage chair so you just use the remote to get what you want while I work- ok?” You reminded him. 

“Oh! That’s awesome. No wonder everyone raves about coming here. When they said ‘full service medical spa’ they weren’t kidding.” He noted as he brought the remote up to his face to look at it and start the different massage modes as he practically melted while you meticulously worked on cutting and removing the velvet, soaking up any residual blood while the numbing agent also reduced blood flow and kept the bleeding to a minimal. 

“Well hopefully you’ll find it’s a well earned reputation.” You smiled as you focused on getting the velvet at the highest parts of the antlers, using a special stool to allow you to get to it comfortably. 

“So what happened that you needed the velvet off today?” You asked. 

“I thought it would have come off next week, but it started early and last night, the urge to smash everything in the house trying to get it off this morning was particularly poignant. And then when we had a business lunch I damn near stole a steak knife to cut it off right there in the restaurant. But I made the mistake of rubbing them against the walls in the bathroom stall in the office, thus, the blood on the shoulders of the suit and the business lunch being particularly awful. I don’t know why we have them this time of year. I’m going to have to pay the dry cleaners extra just to clean the suit.” He explained. 

“Well, then we should watch out for infection if you started rubbing the antlers in the bathroom stall of all places.” You reminded him. 

“Yeah, I tried to wash it and put some antiseptic but I think that just made it worse.” He confessed. 

“Ah, that explains the extra grease, because you probably used micitricen eh?” You noted. 

“You can tell?” He asked. 

“Oh yeah, there’s antler oil and then there’s the vaseline grease that most try to put on if they start cutting and itching before the velvet is fully ready to die because if the velvet gets infected before it can die off, you can lose the antlers altogether. But some get a little antsy and eager to be of the first to shed the velvet among their peers.” You noted. 

“Well that wasn’t the case with me. I try to leave it on, because it hurts the antlers if you take it off too soon.” He insisted. 

“It sure does. Some do their best to wait for it to fall off all on its own, but by that point, then you get flies attracted to the rotting velvet. And that’s always bothersome and irksome.” You offered as you continued to work diligently to get between the tips at the top. 

“True.” He had to admit. 

“But the itch just took me by surprise this year.” He offered. 

“So I take it you woke up this morning and instantly wanted to have a breakfast date Edward Scissorhands to get it off?” You gently teased. 

“Yes! That’s exactly it. Like it was so hard not to just get one of those metal back scratchers and go to town.” He admitted. 

“Is that what you usually do?” You asked. 

“Yeah, can you see all the claw marks from the scratcher?” He asked. 

“A little. So why’d you decide to come in and get the velvet professionally removed?” You asked. 

“Our business partners at lunch, apparently they came in the day before yesterday and got it done and had nothing but the highest praise about this place.” He explained. 

“Aww, well I’m glad you called and could get in today. The rest of your week would have been toast, I can see how this stuff would drive you nuts until you could get it off.” You sympathized. 

“You can tell? Just by looking at it?” He asked. 

“Yup, by the look and the feel. It’s all sweating shedding oil. Looks like it’s actually been doing this for a few days now. You may not have noticed if you’re super busy. Dying velvet is like the worst mosquito bite over a burn blister next to a scab kind of feeling- ever.” You noted as you continued to slice as much free hanging velvet as you could as Bauvar was impressed that you would know something like that and put such a feeling into a wonderful illustration that anyone, whether they had antlers or not could understand. 

“So…how’d you get into this? Most places have other taurs doing this sort of thing.” Bauvar noted since you were human but you were dealing with his velvet as if you were another taur yourself. Not unless you were mixed and you simply really favored your human heritage and your own antlers were hiding in your hair that you had pulled up into a pretty bun over your pretty head and while his own senses were acute, for some reason, your own pheromones in the air were just as heavenly as your floral perfume and he was fighting not to have more a physical reaction to you than he was already having. 

“Yeah, I get that alot. But I was born here in the Arctic Tundra. My Mom grew up in Fair Banks and my dad is in the airforce, he’s still at Eielson Airforce Base. I was born in Anchorage and my other sisters were born right here in Juneau, so I grew up with a lot of moose-taur, elk-taur, deer-taur and especially caribou-taur friends and of course those subspecies of minotaur as well. And so every fall before rut, I remember they’d actually miss school to go out into the woods to shed their velvet on the trees themselves that way. And so because I was smaller and simply had an eye for it, little nimble and dexterous fingers that could hold a razor blade in one hand and some antiseptic soaked cotton balls in the other- I could get in there with some and simply remove it for them so they weren’t so miserable. And then when the spring came and their winter coats had issues shedding right along their shoulders and mid back, I would help de-shed them too. So, just growing up all around it, I went to school for it right out of high school and have been doing it ever since.” You answered with a small shrug as you really focused on getting the inner corners and pulling it back and removing it in smaller pieces so it wouldn’t stress the antlers or cause discomfort once the numbing agent wore off as you used the many tools in your specialized tool belt to do so from a standing position as you held his antler in one hand with various bits of gauze to keep any blood from dripping down onto him or his clothes anymore.  

“So you’ve been doing this a long time then eh?” He realized. 

“Yup.” You confirmed with a nod as you continued to work on his upper antlers first before you got it all off, putting the pieces of velvet into a special compartment on the belt, meant to be thrown away, washed, disinfected and sanitized between clients before you moved over to the other side and get that taken care of as he seemed more interested in watching you work intently and could see you use both hands to work the scalpel and other tools as you switched them out without looking but could do so purely out of touch and in mere minutes had removed more than he usually did in a matter of days. 

“Are you ambidextrous?” He asked. 

“I am. I write better with my right hand. But yeah, for the most part, I am.” You confirmed. 

“That must come in handy here.” He noted. 

“It does.” You grinned as you noticed how he seemed to be almost hypnotized by you and your work on his antlers. 

Which, you were used to. Most taurs- whether traditional or minotaur- were very particular about their antlers or horns and their fur. And especially for male taurs, they put a lot of emphasis on the size, and symmetry of their antlers as it was always something that was tied closely with masculinity and virility for them. And honestly, he had quite a bit to be proud of, at least this year.

But you had learned that antlers could change from year to year and individual to individual. And frankly, after seeing thousands and thousands of them, their impressiveness seemed to lose it’s novelty. In fact, most preferred a non-taur specialist because most were either afraid or uncomfortable about any female taur being impressed by them and putting strains on their committed romantic relationships or having a female taur specialist, meant that most males would often switch into ‘must impress’ mode and ruin the serious medical and clinical aspect of this medical spa. 

However, you faced a different kind of discrimination. Because you were human, most taurs felt that there was no way for you to ‘relate’ to taurs because you didn’t have antlers yourself. But nothing could be farther from the truth. Every romantic relationship you had ever had- had been with a various minotaur subspecies. Moose, elk, deer and caribou. And you had kids from each one to boot. So being a mother to taurs. You knew all too well what it was like for your boys to have thier little antlers and thier velvet driving them nuts. But this was no time to discuss your personal life. This appointment was all about Bauvar and his comfort and your professional services.

So, he just watched as you cut all the velvet off and then went back to the now pink and red antlers since there was still blood staining the antlers as you carefully washed it all off with a series of special sponges soaked with various cleaning solutions and soaps and wiped them clean so that the antlers were a pearly white, and practically glowed white too and he felt like a brand new caribou-taur. 

“Now, do you want any kind of staining for your antlers as well or do you want to go all natural? There's a small cataloge to the right of you that shows the various stains and what they would look like.” You asked before he took it out and gave it an appreciative glance.

“Well, I think for today, just natural is just fine with me.” He answered before he slipped it back into place.

“Ok, then, we’re all done then.” You announced after giving them one last check, just as the numbing agent left and he felt a slight dull ache on his head from where the base of his antlers were, but that was nothing compared to the discomfort he had felt only an hour before.  

“Now, when you go home, ice the base of your antlers if they ache or hurt. You can also take any pain relievers that you like. But you should sleep much better tonight than last night. And tomorrow, you shouldn’t feel a thing.” You offered once you were done and pressed a button on the floor next to the chair to sit him back up. 

“Thank you, so much, this was…the best velvet de-shedding I’ve ever had.” He admitted before he got up out of the chair and stared in awe at his antlers in the huge tri fold mirrors on the wall so he could see all around them. Impressed you had gotten all of it and they looked amazing. 

“I’m happy I could help.” You smiled as you were already putting the tools in the sink to wash, clean, disinfect and sterilize after you dumped your container that had his velvet into the trash and washed your hands after removing your gloves that you worked in. 

“Thank you so much.” He thanked you as he hugged you tightly, which you had gotten accustomed to many of your clientele doing as you hugged him back. Caribou minotaurs always had some of the softest fur, but weren’t so big you felt like they were going to crush you like a twig like the moose-taur could. But big enough to give good bear hugs. And make you feel like you helped them and made a difference in their lives and relieved any discomfort, pain or suffering. 

“You’re welcome, come on, lets get you checked out.” You offered as you pulled away before he jumped to open the extra tall, large and wide door. 

“Ladies first.” He offered. 

“Thanks.” You grinned as you left with him to walk him and his file back up as you were making notes about his antlers and the velvet and what you did in them as you did. Using shorthand and numbers and codes to show what you had done and services you had rendered. 

“Macy will get you checked out, and don’t forget I also do antler shedding, and winter coat shedding as well and if you’ll need me to remove the velvet next year, they can schedule you out that far too.” You reminded him as he had pulled his wallet out while he didn’t have any cash, he was about to leave you one hell of a tip on his card as you turned in his file and got the next. 

“Mr. Matthews?” You called out as you got your next client and brought him back. 

“So? How was it?” Macy asked as she took the folder and glanced at the notes and started checking him out. 

“The best ever. What other appointments does she have for…everything?” Bauver asked hopefully. 

“Well, Bianca is our most popular specialist, she does it all. How she had an opening in her schedule is practically a miracle. You’re really lucky. Most underestimate her and the work she can do because they think that just because she isn’t a taur herself, she couldn’t possibly understand what having antlers is like. But usually after just a single appointment, she proves them wrong and wins clients over in a heartbeat, and then she’ll get flooded with referrals from them too. Which we do have a referral credit system too.” She explained as she got everything pulled up and ready. 

“And so your total today is $175.05.” She said before he happily handed the card over while grabbing your business cards and putting them in his wallet. 

“Well, she’s definitely won me over.” Bauvar admitted. 

“So…do you know…if she…?” Bauver began to ask to see if Bianca actually was interested in dating taurs of any kind in the first place before Macy looked up from her credit card machine to raise a curious brow. 

“If she…?” Macy repeated, wanting him to finish the sentence. 

“Um…available, appointments, available.” Bauvar lost his nerve and stuttered instead of actually asking what he wanted to know. 

“Well what services would you like to have?” She asked once she stripped the receipt off and handed him the card, the receipt and a pen for him to sign it as he rounded up and left a very hefty tip and handed the receipt back after putting his card away and she got him rescheduled for when the antlers would most likely come off and when he would need his winter coat taken off as well.