#minotaur

[kabr0ztrousers]

Can we get another hucow with some minotaur/bull hybrid action?

(Heavy on the pet play, pretty please!!)

Loving this challenge series, keep up the good fight!

Hucows and minotaurs? Two of my favourite subjects (as I'm sure you've all noticed)

Kabr0z Writes episode 46: Another day in the fields

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

This story loosely follows episode 34 - it's not required reading, but it is added context

CWs: enthusiastic consent; petplay; power imbalance; hucows; impregnation; heat cycle; forced creampie; breeding; belly-riding; cockwarming; public sex;

A/N: There's 16 asks in the box right now, so those of you who have submitted please don't lose faith! Also, do asks occasionally change their order in the inbox? I'm sure I'm seeing stuff in the middle of the pack I don't remember 😄 If things get a little whacky with the queue, I apologise

####################################

It's been a year since you joined the herd. Since then you'd settled in with the girls, enjoying your daily milking, lazing in the fields, chewing the cud. Your body had changed too, you weren't trim or fit when you joined, but you never lost the baby weight from your child Aaron put in you when you joined his herd. You'd given birth a few months ago, your daughter joining the herd with you, but now your empty womb wants more.

The barn doors opened and Aaron entered, working from one end of the barn to the other, attaching the machinery to cow after cow. The women's soft mooing filling the barn. You knew how he worked, always snaking the same path through the barn so nobody was ever missed. You'd made sure you'd be one of the first, you didn't want anyone getting to him first, after all.

Aaron's huge hands stroked your hair, his big eyes looking into yours. You stroked his muzzle, eyes scanning his face, the gold ring in his nose, his long curving horns, before sliding down past his broad chest to the noticeable bulge in his jeans.

You relaxed under his touch, nuzzling up to his chest, one hand sliding up his leg

"Do you want something, girl?" He kept stroking, slipping a finger into your mouth, which you gently sucked on "Have you been a good girl?"

You nodded, his finger still in your mouth as you rubbed his crotch through his jeans

"Prove it, girl, be a good girl for me"

You opened his jeans, tugging them down to his knees and exposing his sheath. The end of his cock is poking out and drooling a little precum, a strand running from his tip to the front of his boxers. You stuck out your tongue, licking the sweet fluid from him, feeling his cock twitch as you did. Rubbing his sheath, you took the end of his cock in your mouth

"That's it, girl, that's it" His cock is growing rapidly, getting as long as your forearm. You can only get the very end in your mouth as you tease it with your tongue, wrapping your huge tits around it to rub the shaft.

He was grunting more and more. His cock pops out of your mouth, splattering your face with sticky precum. You want to taste his cum so badly, to drink it down like wine, but there's always going to be more.

You lie back, grabbing one of his horns as you roll. He lets himself be dragged down to you, looming over you on his hands and knees, the tip of him parting the lips of your leaking pussy

"Someone's a needy girl, huh, does my favourite cow want a present?"

You mooed and nodded, pushing your hips up into him, feeling his cock almost penetrating you. His hand brushed your clit, making you whimper and twitch. He tasted his finger, eyes closing in satisfaction "mmm, tastes like you're ready"

He locked eyes with you as he eased himself in, filling you up as you bucked against him, fucking yourself with his cock. He moved slowly, enjoying the tight wetness of your cunt as you used it to jack him off. He hit your cervix, but you knew how to get him deeper. Your hands close around his horns and you wrap your legs around him, using the extra leverage to pull your pelvis up to his, slipping his cock deeper inside.

He sighed as he hilted in you, before starting to thrust like a piledriver. Long, slow, deliberate, he's taking his time, enjoying every inch as he pulls out, then forces himself back inside. He sped up his strokes, driving himself into you. A long moan escapes you as you cum around him, legs holding him in as you tense and squeeze his cock, kissing his muzzle as your blissed-out head spins. His hands are around your waist, he rolls over, the motion forcing your legs to release him as he starts using your cunt, lifting you halfway off him before forcing you back down, again and again.

Your moaning and mooing is attracting attention, all the other cow-women in the barn are looking, many getting themselves off with their fingers, some eating out their fellows as the barn descends into an orgy.

Aaron holds you down, his cock throbbing and pulsing. A familiar warmth fills you, spreading out in your cunt, finally quenching the fire of your needy womb as the thick cum fills every corner of it. He gets up, still holding you to him, twitching cock still impaling you as he finishes attaching pumps to the other cows. You hold on to him as he moves, arms wrapped around his neck, legs hitched over his hips. You're a big lady now, but he still bears your weight like he did when you first met.

When all the other women are hooked up, milk flowing from their tits into the huge collection vat at the end of the barn, he finally pulls out of you. The huge flared end of his cock makes a lewd slurp as it comes free, glistening with both of your juices.

You know you're pregnant after that

And if not, you'll just try again tomorrow

##################################

This one followed on from a previous episode, but I realised I never actually named Aaron in the body of that work, only the postscript!

Anyway, here's your regular reminder that you, yes you, can request basically anything you like as long as it's smut and I'll probably wind up making it! Limits are in the pinned, but beyond that it's all good! And don't feel shy, anon is anon, the worst I can do is not publish it, after all.

I don't shame, and I don't mock (mostly). I just write porn

(Disclaimer: I will shame and/or mock if requested)

[churchofpossum]

The knight brought the minotaur some treats.

[monstersflashlight]

Patreon commission for anon

Not one… but two?

Minotaur (Ambrose) x chubby fem!reader || tooth-rotten fluff, sfw but innuendos are made

You are walking back home, half drenched and with your jacket closed completely, you are trying really hard not to drop the contents. You open the door to your shared house just to hear Ambrose cursing over the kitchen, and you decide to avoid that area for a little while, at least until your new friend is happy and dry.

“Honey! I’m home…” You say passing by the kitchen and into the bathroom, rushing a bit more than normal so he wouldn’t see, and closing the door behind you as you hear Ambrose’s hooves moving in your direction.

He tries to open the door and huffs when he finds it closed. “Wha- Why is the door closed, sunshine?” He sounds concerned and only grows when you curse as the kitty scratches the back of your hand accidentally. “What’s going on in there? Are you okay?” He sounds frantic and you both know he can break the door if he wants to, but then he would have to go buy a new one and you are counting that he wouldn’t do that. At least you expect he won’t.

“I’m- I’m going to poop!” You tell him, the lie in your words making your voice waver.

He huffs again, very loudly. “No, you are not. Open the door, sunshine.”

You sigh, knowing full well you will have to tell him either way, seeing as the fluff-ball is currently trying to bite your fingers as it purrs. You open slowly the door, trying to look as pitiful as possible to try to convince him. He stares at you for a second, and then his eyes fall to the kitten on your hands and he takes a deep breath.

“What is that?” He sounds confused, but also a bit annoyed. “Why do you have a kitten? Where did you find a kitten?”

First thing first: “Can we keep it?” He frowns, so you try to argue your point: “I found him in a puddle, and he is missing a fang, and he's a bob-tailed kitten,” you try to not sound too excited but you fail. “But I promise I waited to see if his mom came to get him! But she didn’t, and he was alone, and I couldn’t leave him there,” you bite your lower lip, your eyes teary and his frown relaxes, tenderness replacing it.But you continue your speech: “I already brought him to the vet before I came home, and he just needs love and food and pettings. His name is Mister Puddles,” you finally announce after the rambling. He’s looking at you with equal parts annoyance and tenderness. “Can we keep it, please?” You use your best puppy dog eyes, looking up at him from under your lashes in a way that you are sure reminds him of you sucking his cock. You aren’t playing fair, but you are going to keep that kitty no matter what.

“But a kitten…” He tries, but then you hear a tiny little mewl behind him, and a gray fluff ball comes crashing into his hooves, falling to its side pitifully.

“Ambrose… What is that?” You said, amazed and itching to grab the precious kitty on the floor.

He looks down at it, and then at you, and then at it, and then at you… “A kitten,” he finally deadpans.

You bite back a gasp. “What? Why? How? What?!” Your questions only make him muster a tiny smile, his eyes worried and his eyebrows frowned again.

“You wanted one, so I talked to an adoption agency, and they delivered it earlier and I’ve been trying to take care of it before you arrived. AND NOW WE HAVE TWO!” He sounds stressed and frantic, and you think it’s so comical you have to cover your mouth to avoid laughing. “Happy Valentine’s Day, I guess. Fuck, what are we going to do with two?!” He’s not even talking to you anymore, but passing his hand through his head in exasperation, looking between the kitties and frowning.

“So we can keep them?” You ask again, grabbing his hand and looking up at him with puppy dog eyes again. You pout a little and he sighs, nodding once and leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“Okay, we can keep them, fuck. I’m going to regret this,” he mutters under his breath as you let Mister Puddles down to play with his brother and grab Ambrose by the neck of his shirt and pull down until you can kiss him senseless.

He has you pressed against the wall in less than two seconds, his hands on your ass and yours tangled in his curly hair. He groans against your mouth and you whine in return, grinding your hips down, trying to make him desperate to fuck you so you can properly thank him for your Valentine’s present.

But then the kitties mewl and one of them starts to whine, so you break the kiss and jump down his arms and lay flat on the floor with the kitties, getting their attention instantly. They jump over your body as Ambrose looks at you with hooded eyes and a frown.

“I wasn’t done.” You can see that, the outline of his cock so clear in his pants your mouth is salivating.

You giggle, “but the kitties need us right now, we can have celebratory sex later, okay? I have a Valentine’s present for you…” You wink, thinking about the cow printed negligee you have stored at the back of your closet.

“Okay… I’ll start with dinner,” he says, but you are already distracted with the kitties so he only huffs and walks away.

The cats are precious and soft and adorable, and very distracting. You spend half the dinner looking down as they play with each other. Cooing every time they do something adorable, taking a thousand and one pics and being so happy that your heart feels about to burst. Ambrose is not that happy, though (or so he tries to say).

“You barely ate anything, I prepared my girlfriend her favorite food for Valentine’s day and she’s more concerned about two fluff-balls than me…” He mutters under his breath, making you chuckle.

“Are you jealous of two kittens, Ambrose?” You try not to be too teasing, but the brat in you is showing.

“No. I’m not jealous of two kittens. I’m your boyfriend, I don’t need your constant attention.” That’s such a blatant lie that even you catch it. You arch an eyebrow, and he looks down. Caught. He walks to you with intent, leaning down and kissing you until you are breathing hard just to pull away. “I’m going to fuck you senseless because of that, brat,” he whispers against your lips.

You could agree, you could be nice and play the good pet for him… or you could be a brat and say: “Mmmm, are you?”

You are totally expecting it when he walks to you and throws you over his shoulder. You giggle all the way, and can’t stop the cooing when you see the two fluff-balls following you to the room. You already set a little playpen and bed in the corner, so they could start learning to sleep there on their own, and as soon as they enter the room the run for the little ball there.

You swoon, and Ambrose drops you onto the bed. “Stop with the cats, we are in the middle of something,” he says, pinching your nipples harshly as you moan brokenly.

“Wait! The present. Let me up,” you tell him, escaping under his arm as he crawls to you.

You run to the closet, grabbing the negligee and running to the bathroom to get ready. A minute later you are leaning against the frame as Ambrose gapes at your form.

“Fuck, you look so hot in that… Come here, pet,” he orders. There’s no more play in his tone, and you can see the outline of his cock straining the fabric of his pants.

You approach him and he grabs you by the waist, throwing you to the bed and covering your body with his big one, his hands exploring every inch of your body as he claims your mouth in a passionate kiss. You are moaning against his mouth and rubbing your center up as he grinds down.

But he breaks the kiss after a few minutes. “Why won’t they stop purring!?”

“They are happy,” you explain, smiling up at him and grabbing his horns to claim his mouth in another kiss.

But after a couple seconds he breaks the kiss. “I can’t.”

“What?” You try not to laugh, but your voice sounds amused when you ask.

“They are right there… And they are babies… I just… I can’t.” He looks pained, frown set between his eyes as he looks between you and the kitties.

“We can lock them outside the room,” you offer, your legs still in a weird angle with his dick rubbing against your covered pussy. You try to roll your hips against him, but he’s still looking at the two kitties purring and playing on the playpen in the corner of the room.

“What? No! They are babies! What if something happens?” He looks back at you with such offense in his tone that you have to giggle.

“Okay… Then no sex for Valentine’s Day,” you say, trying to hold back your laughter.

You know you should be at least a bit mad about it, but he looks so conflicted and the kittens are so cute… You don’t mind waiting for dick a few hours until the new baby daddy is sure enough that he can fuck you.

“What? No!” He sounds terribly offended and you can’t hold back your laughter anymore, throwing your head back and chuckling so loudly you snort.

“Ambrose, I love you, but you can’t have both. Either we lock them outside and you focus, or we don’t fuck tonight,” you tell him softly. And then for good measure you add: “And we can bring them to bed and cuddle with the babies…” You try not to smirk at the way his eyes light up at that option, but you don’t succeed.

Before you can react, he’s off you, pulling down your negligee and walking to pick up the kitties. They purr even louder when he grabs them, so tiny they fit in one of his hands. “This is just a rain check, I’m definitely fucking you in the next 24h, sunshine.” He tries to sound authoritative about it, but he’s looking at the kitties and his smile is so big he loses all intend.

“Sure thing, honey,” you said amused, two tiny fluff balls purring intently between the two of you.

And that’s how your Valentine’s Day ends with no sex but two kittens. You’d be mad… but you have two kittens to worry about, and a big minotaur that definitely didn’t like kittens (or so he said as he picked them up and cooed at their tiny faces).

You can fuck… in a few hours.

[regency-monster-love]

Regency monster romance master list

All my writing is tagged with #my writing. All my monsters are male, but their partner's gender varies.

Last updated: Feb 16, 2025

~ 😈🎩 ~

Fic series

Colin and Susannah - alpha male werewolf x female human A sweet, spicy, and low angst friends-to-lovers romance between chosen mates - Some chapters NSFW 🌶️

Garek and Esther - grumpy male orc x female human An enemies-to-lovers slow burn romance between a grumpy orc who hates humans and a sunshine female human who just might be his fated mate - Some chapters NSFW 🌶️

~ 😈🎩 ~

Standalone ficlets and snippets

Male monster x female character

Cambion - Suave, flirty, and maybe slightly wicked cambion captain and the sweet human who is enamored with him + kiss ficlet

Gargoyle - Gentle-giant gargoyle lord who just entered an arranged married with a sensible human

Werewolf - Werewolf gentleman who just discovered his human wife likes it when he goes wild in bed - NSFW 🌶️

Centaur - Sassy playful centaur gentleman who's annoying the shit out of a grumpy human that he's rescued from a carriage accident + kiss ficlet

Orc - Orc gentleman who's wild about his childhood friend turned wife and mate - NSFW 🌶️

Unspecified monster - Monster gentleman who shares his name to form a mating bond with his new wife - NSFW 🌶️

Male monster x male character

Vampire - Wicked vampire gentleman who just got physical with his human friend for the first time in a dubcon-y way - NSFW 🌶️

Dragon - Dragon gentleman who has his human lover and all his staff well trained to deal with their relationship - NSFW 🌶️

Male monster x reader

Male vampire x gn reader (x male werewolf kinda) - Voyeuristic kiss

Minotaur x gn reader - Bloody kiss

Unspecified monster x female reader - Reserved, possessive monster lord who gags you with your glove - NSFW 🌶️

Satyr x female reader - Friendly satyr gentleman who is in love with the way you smell

Minotaur x female reader - Minotaur gentleman who has lost all restraint because of how badly he wants you - NSFW 🌶️

~ 😈🎩 ~

I welcome supportive comments on my work, but not criticism; this is just something I'm doing for fun, so let's keep it positive!

You're always welcome to send ideas and requests! I can't guarantee I'll use them, but I'll try.

[latenightillustrations]

[bovinefigureoftheday]

Bovine figure of the day: Four Horsemen Studios "Peteorionn"

[theres-a-body-here]

Having a Minotaur Boyfriend would be so fucking funny

Like imagine crying on the couch and you hear his thunderous, big body SUV built ass footsteps approach you.

"Baby, what's wrong," he says tenderly as he rubs your shoulder.

You look up to explain how bad your day was with tears in your eyes and you fucking see this:

I made a small drabble based on this

[asparklethatisblue]

Ariadne of Crete suffers from “what if your baby brother is a slippery beast” disease.

The Minotaur, but make it Moo Deng

[golyadkin]

Sons Of The Labyrinth or The Things Our Fathers Do To Us

[omagpies]

The Minotaur of Cretes

posted a month ago on my Patreon, original text by @pigswithwings can be found here 💗 I started this one last December and then couldn’t touch it for many months until finally it just kind of happened. it means a lot to me to this day 💗

✅ you are welcome to: crop the images for banners/pfps (with credit); create voice overs w/o AI

❌ you may not: repost to other platforms w/o permission; create voice overs with AI; create NFTs

get early access to new comics+ for $1 || get your fursona assigned by me || browse older Tumblr Comics

[grendel-menz]

Minotaur cmmission

[zetrystan]

It's June... Happy Pride month! 🐂 (Oh, Mümü...)

[h0ggan]

Beetle-horned

[archiwa]

redraw of old minotaur drawing

[prokopetz]

I know the unicursal (i.e., non-branching) labyrinth is a visual art thing and doesn't at all match the description of the mythological Labyrinth, but sometimes I picture some sort of ancient Greek SCP thing with very speedy stonemasons constantly lengthening the path in order to contain a very, very slow Minotaur.

[specsthesecond]

Being a waitress/bottle girl at a club that caters to monsters.

While serving a table of orcs their drinks you hear whistling from behind you and turn towards the table of werewolves calling you over,

"C'mere Doll, why don't you spend some time with us? It'd be better than looking at those ugly green faces."

The rest of the table barks out laughter and all you do is look back at the table of orcs to gauge their reactions, just incase you have to call the bouncer to stop another brawl.

"Aw yeah? Cus your slobbering snout's much more attractive, ain't it?"

One orc yells and the others hurl their chosen insults across the table as well. The werewolves grumble and snarl insults back and you just stand in the middle of this, trying to think of an escape.

"Maybe she ain't at your table for a reason!"

One of the orcs claims boldly and all the other orcs voice their agreement while the wolves clearly disagree.

"Why don't we let the lady decide." A wolf with greying fur suggests with a smirk and both tables seem to agree on this being just a wonderful idea.

"Well love? Who's better then? Us or the mutts?"

"Aye! The real question is who can treat her better, isn't that right, Doll?"

The attention of the two tables are now on you, waiting for your answer with baited breaths and half hard cocks probably.

"....I prefer minotaurs."

This deadpan response takes a few seconds to sink in before a chorus of disagreements and further arguing commences, but you're already making your way back towards the bar, you're sure they don't mind watching your tiny skirt bounce as you walk away.

That answer wasn't random, it's actually been the only thing you could think of all day. Your Minotaur coworkers cock reaching deep into your stomach while he pounds you into next week. That might be why so many customers have been extra forward with you today, maybe they can smell the need on you.

You finally make it back to the bar, getting ready to end your shift and finally get some relief.

"You causing trouble?"

You whip around to meet just the monster you were so desperate to see. He stands at the edge of the bar in his bouncer uniform, his sleeves hug his biceps very nicely and you nearly purr imagining what that arm would feel like around your throat, while he pounds you from behind. He gazes down at you with a knowing look.

"Me? Oh, I would never."

You look up at him and play with the collar of your shirt, successfully drawing his eyes to the generous amount of cleavage your uniform provides.

He huffs in amusement.

"They don't seem to think so."

He tilts his head and massive horns towards the two tables you just left where the occupants are all peering over one another to see the interaction between you and the bovine beast in front of you.

You scoff, take his arm and turn him around so that he's only focusing on you.

"I'm off. You're off in 15...maybe you could come by my place again....or something?"

You nervously bite your lip and he doesn't know why you're getting nervous.

You weren't nervous when you sent him that video of your stuffed cunt clenching around the Minotaur themed dildo you've had since before you were seeing eachother. You definitely weren't nervous when you sent him another video 6 hours ago of you stuffing said dildo into your perfect pussy in the employee bathrooms before slipping your tiny panties on over it, keeping the silicone deep in your cunt.

He pulls out his keys and leans down closer to you,

"Be ready when I get to the car."

You nearly squeal in excitement as you grab the keys and reach up to kiss his cheek. As you skip out the door to his car he looks back at the two tables just to revel a little in the disappointed grumbles and huffs emitting from the two groups as they go back to their drinks.

𓄀