~All Characters Are Over 18~
*Warning; this story contains Fantasy, Non-con, and Cumflation*
Aaron often walked in the woods behind his house, but never this late at night. As he marched along the beaten path he'd trodden a hundred times in the daylight, he thought about the news he had received that morning. After months of anxious waiting, he finally received an acceptance letter from his top-pick school!
The whole rest of the day was a whirlwind of celebration until his parent finally trailed up to bed. Aaron knew that he would be leaving these trees he loved so much, and he wanted to see them as he had never seen them before.
The moon peaked in and out of the looming branches and Aaron could hear all manner of creatures skittering, scraping, squealing, and chirping, but he wasn't afraid. He had been learning how to exist within nature for as long as he could remember.
After a period of time, he arrived at the stream that ran through to the large river on the opposite side of town and sat down on a fallen birch by the bank. Peering down, he saw a dark ripply reflection. He contemplated his body. Aaron was 5'10" and around 180 lbs. He played soccer for his high school and worked out at the gym fairly frequently. His arms and chest were smoothly toned, but what he was really proud of was his thick, strong legs. He had the biggest thighs on the team, and his friends joked that he was the girl of the group because of how large his ass was. Even the loose sweatpants he was wearing were pulled tight by his round behind. Chuckling at the thought of his friends, he closed his eyes and let the sounds and smells wash over him.
CRUNCH.
Aaron's eyes flew open, he knew a sound like that could only be caused by a large animal. In the past 40 years, there had only been a single dangerous encounter with wild animals, and it had been caused by a group of very drunk men with sticks. Even so, Aaron decided it was best to head back to his house. He eased himself to his feet and began back the way he'd come. As he pressed a bush, he heard it again. A rustle from somewhere behind him. Aaron's heart started to beat a little faster, and he quickened his pace to a jog. To his horror, the noise behind him grew louder and steadier until it could clearly be discerned as heavy footsteps. He looked over his shoulder and saw a shadow shape charging after him. His breath now coming in quick, shallow breaths, Aaron began to sprint out of the forest, but was halted all of a sudden by a jutting root. His right foot caught, and his body flew forward onto the ground, knocking the breath from his body. He twisted himself onto his butt to behold the dark form behind him. It was finally clear to see, a humanoid beast nearly twice the size of a man! It stood at a towering 10 feet and was mostly naked with only a flapping loincloth to cover itself, so its bulging muscles were on full display. Its skin was a dark copper and weathered by the wilderness. What captured Aaron's gaze more than all of that, though, was the rearing bull's head attached to the beast's neck.
Aaron tried to will himself to crawl backward, but was so transfixed he couldn't make his body move. The Minotaur took a step closer.
Aaron finally recovered his wits too late and started to crawl away, but the monster just grabbed his leg and dragged him back.
