Since you handled the bull moments ago, the farmer declares you will service the minotaurs. When you ask if this means feeding them, he laughs.

"Feeding? No! Your task is far more vital, you will sexually service these studs to lower their testosterone and aggression."

"But how?! I'm just a normal person! They'll destroy me!" You protest.

The farmer stares blankly, then points at your head.

You start to think and you notice, when the bull mounted you earlier, your body mutated, you are now a full cow-girl hybrid, complete, with curved horns and a tail. The transformation explains why you survived the bull's assault... and makes you perfectly suited for this degrading role.

"Fine" you say "Maybe I can handle it."

This is your new existence:
• Your days consist of being violently mounted by minotaurs twice your size
• Their monstrous members reaches deep and stretch your hole
• You are left exhausted, sore, and leaking with semen
• The farmer watches dispassionately, ensuring you take every brutal thrust

At night, you collapse in the barn, too broken to even regret stealing those apples. Your punishment? An eternity as living stress relief for creatures who see you as nothing but a warm hole.

THE END
BAD ENDING: A Cow for the Studs

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Task: Wear a tail plug and makeshift horns while crawling on all fours, moaning loudly as if taking massive thrusts from an imaginary minotaur. Fuck yourself with the largest dildo you can handle for 15 minutes, pausing every 3 minutes to gasp and whimper, "Too big... can't take it...". Spill warm lube or fake cum down your thighs halfway through, then continue riding the dildo while slurring, "B-breed me... just a hole..." until time runs out. Finish by collapsing face-down for 5 minutes, legs spread, tail twitching, whispering brokenly about stolen apples and endless punishment.