A chapter titled after a popular Willie Nelson song.

"I don't know why you are pouting, Handsome. It sounds like you had all the fun while I was tied up all night..."

You're not pouting, really you aren't but your feelings about what happened last night are decidedly confusing and you are taking a bit of quiet time to silently contemplate and process them. Quiet time that Jaasi is interpreting as a childish fit of pique since Jaasi doesn't do quiet time, like, not at all. No small surprise there...

"It's fine Jaasi," you reassure her as she skips lightly down the dirt road beside you "Can we just, I don't know, discuss your use of magic in the future. Especially when it involves turning me into... a goat-man-thing?"

You shake off an on-rush of fluffy, bleating flashbacks from last night as you try put a name to the odd bestial form you had taken. Jaasi doesn't seem bothered in the slightest, maintaining her perpetually sunny outlook on life outside the ring with her freshly minted prince.

"You mean a Satyr?"

"I mean whatever I was - I am pretty sure I chowed down on some hay sometime back there and that's not normal."

"Bah, that's just quality roughage, it's good for you."

Jaasi blows off your concerns with all the ease of a cool summer breeze. She's her regular lavender self again, after spending the first mile or so leaving a trail of discarded dander and plucked lint she finally had enough of it and just dropped her magical disguise entirely along with all the mess that was stuck to it. So now you are on the road again with your bubbly, magenta skinned, bikini clad companion, her long inky hair and purple veils fanning out behind her as she twirls happily in the setting sunlight.

"Jaasi..." You growl in frustration.

"Okay, okay! Next time we get kidnapped, tied up and gagged by horny hillbillies I promise we'll have a proper sit-down and chit-chat about how I'm going to use my magic to help you out."

That is probably the most snark you've ever got out of Jaasi so you decide to let the subject drop, that seems to be the best you are going to get out of her right now anyway. All you can do is cross your fingers, hope for the best, expect the worse and focus on the road again.

On the road again... the same dry, dusty, wagon rutted road stretches out before you cutting through the lightly wooded countryside that you have been walking down all day with nary a sign of another traveler or human habitation up ahead, which is beginning to worry you. It doesn't escape you that when you asked for directions you hadn't inquired about distances or the amount of time it would take to walk everywhere.

You miss your Uber app so goddamn much right now...

How deep into bumble-fuck nowhere were you dropped anyway? Sure, it's like "new world, who dis?" so how can you be expected to know anything about journeying this strange land when your only guide is a cute but clueless genie who has been locked up in a magic ring for over three hundred years.

Well none of that is going to matter when the sun sets and you are left out on a lonely road in the woods after dark. Hadn't someone warned you about travelling at night back in Woolcuck? What if there are monsters in this forest... wait, are these deadly dangerous **** woods?

...and here you are with nothing but the fancy clothes on your back and a fancy piece of paper declaring you to be a prince. This is far from optimal...

You focus on Jassi's pert little purple butt swaying in her tight red and gold bikini bottoms while taking a deep breath to steady your nerves.

"Hey Jaasi, the suns getting real low..."

"Say no more, Big Guy." Jaasi says spinning like a dancer on her tip toes to face you in a brief flurry of bright gossamer fabric and perfect bouncing lavender breasts. She has a slender forefinger raised to cut off any further discussion, "No, seriously... not another word. If you ask me for anything that might be construed as a wish then I can't help you with it. There are rules, remember?"

This again, since you are technically out of magical wishes so the only way Jaasi can use her genie powers to help you is if she uses it in a way you categorically haven't wished for. It all seems ass-backwards to you but all you can do about it is stand there like a princely statue and wait for her work her special Jaasi brand of genie magic.

She paces back and forth in front of you, her golden eyes narrowed as she clutches her delicate chin in thought, her cute little brow furrowed adorably. Surely this wasn't too hard to work out, you just needed a safe place to spend the night before hitting the road again tomorrow... dinner would be nice too as you haven't eaten all day. Just the simple stuff, right?

You are projecting these thoughts with all your princely will at Jaasi hoping she might pick up a vibe or some inspiration from them when she suddenly stops dead in her tracks and looks deep into the woods with a big grin spreading on her full plum lips.

"Got it!" She let's out a happy cry before taking your hand in both of hers and starts tugging you off the dusty road and into the rapidly darkening forest. "This way, my Prince Charming!"

Well, this ought to be good...

"Holy shit, this is bad, Jaasi..." You whisper looking out into the broad clearing ahead.

This time you are hiding under a bush at the treeline watching the hulking figure chopping firewood beside a massive log cabin built specifically for big and tall. Because that was what the woodcutter was; big, tall and... furry?

"Shhhh! It'll be fine... just gimme a second to think." She hisses back down at you.

That's easy for her to say, your brave genie companion is currently sitting comfortably fifteen feet up a sturdy looking oak while you are hiding (certainly not cowering because Princes like you do not cower) strategically in a bush that would offer as much protection from this beastly woodsman as a crepe paper crown.

You don't even know how she got up the damn tree. One minute she was walking beside you then she spotted the cabin and it's axe wielding homeowner and - poof! - she was safely up the tree and you were left scrambling for cover, alone on the ground.

...aaaand this is Jaasi's idea of helping you out.

Great.

The cause of all the flop sweat and concern thankfully has it's back to you at the moment and that is still plenty intimidating. All you can clearly make out from this distance and perspective is the biggest double bladed axe you have ever seen swinging above a large horned head before coming down to split a huge timber log in a single thunderous blow. That log has to be as thick around as your manly chest and this monster is chopping into it like it was made of cheese. A soft cheese at that, like a Camembert... Gods but you are so hungry right now.

It stands rock steady on two cloven hooves instead of feet, tan furred ankles transitioning up into hairless human looking knees and exposed muscular thighs that vanish into a long draping leather loin cloth hung around it's waist. It's bare back is rippling with sun-kissed glistening muscle as it works the heavy log-splitter in powerful, practiced motions reducing the mighty log to smashed kindling. It's hard to tell from here but you are guessing that it is wearing some kind of workman's apron over it's front because the only other protection covering it's back is a long mane of dirty blonde hair cascading down over the fearsome monster's broad shoulders.

So basically you are hiding from a seven foot tall creature that looks like an insane cross between Fabio Lanzoni and Ferdinand the Bull because that is truly terrifying. Why, the hell isn't Jaasi doing anything?

"Jassi... Can't you just-"

"Don't say it! ...and no, I can't just magic it away. Minotaurs are resistant to most types of magic, there is a good reason why wizards trap them in labyrinths." Jaasi whispers back looking a bit worried and probably speaking a bit too loudly, "They are big on challenges of single combat though, Handsome. Any chance you might-"

"No fucking way! Have you seen that guy?" You squeak back in disbelief at the outrageous suggestion.

It's a small miracle that your stage whispered conversation hasn't caught the floppy cow ear of the local axe murderer and you both fall silent again as Jaasi gnaws on her plump lower lip in thoughtful agitation. Even in your larger, more aggressive Satyr form from last night you wouldn't have bet on yourself in this fight. This situation was looking hopeless.

The Minotaur is now busy gathering up great chunks of the decimated log into a huge water pale leaving the axe head buried deep into the large stump it was using as a chopping block.

You make the executive decision to make an immediate strategic withdrawal, you can sneak away trusting in Jaasi to follow you and find out if this scary dark forest has any nice wolves or friendly bears to tangle with... or perhaps a merry band of murderous bandits will find and adopt you. Anything would be better than getting into any trouble with this legendary monster straight out of Greek mythology!

Focusing your attention on sliding backwards as silently as possible you spare a quick look up at Jaasi's smooth dangling legs and cute little lilac toes...

"Jaasi..."

"Shush."

Did your genie just shush you? Oh but there are going to be hard words exchanged once this mess is left far behind.

Pulling yourself to your feet safely concealed behind Jaasi's oak tree you look up with a scowl, this close to leaving her to it and heading out alone when you see the excited look blossoming across her alluring face. What's got her looking so happy all of a sudden? Following her gaze, your jaw hits the forest floor gobsmacked...

BOOBS!!

Whopping great, massive milky melons! Veritable mountain ranges of perfectly tanned, bouncing, buoyant tit-flesh squeezing and wobbling together behind a large, straining leather apron that covers the creature's torso from the immense valley of her geolithic cleavage to the tops of her shining knees.

The Minotaur is a girl? A lady Minotaur? ...or would that be a "Minotress"?

No wonder her back was so heavily sculpted, she was hefting some serious freight upfront! She's not hard on the eyes either, tucking a long, messy lock of ashy blonde hair behind a five inch long gayal shaped cow-horn, her revealed face is broad but stunning with soft human features and big, expressive doe eyes. You're not the only one who has noticed either...

Jaasi is actively drooling, her wide golden eyes laser focused on the beautiful, bodaciously busty monster girl. Glancing briefly down at you, she gives you an eager nod as she slips off her arboreal perch, free-falling the full fifteen feet and landing in a noiseless crouch amid a cloud of rippling purple silks beside you. Leaping to her feet she wraps you up in an ecstatic hug, letting out a quiet "Sqeee!" of excitement.

"Oh, this is sooo~ much better for us, Handsome. I was getting really worried there for a minute. Quick, let's catch up with her before she gets away."

"Hold on a second... she clearly lives here, Jaasi so she's not going anywhere. Besides; female or not she still has to be at least seven feet and easily two hundred and fifty pounds of pure muscle..." you hedge while snaking your broad arms around her tiny waist and sliding a big hand into her skimpy bikini to instinctively palm a handful of her magnificently pert magenta butt.

"Pooh. You worry too much and at least a hundred pounds of that weight is in her big bovine titties, did you see them?" She shivers a little as you give her perfect purple peach of an ass a warning squeeze before batting your hands away and slipping from your desperately grasping arms like a sideshow escape artist.

"Time for more of that later, come on. Let's go catch us a cow-girl." She says dancing effortlessly away from your earnest attempts to seize her in your arms again.

"But you said your genie magic won't work on her." You growl with a final, futile attempt to grab onto her before she does something reckless... again.

"It doesn't have to. My magic works just fine on you, Handsome." She replies excitedly with a saucy wink and a quickly blown kiss before skipping boldly out into the clearing, right in front of the log cabin.

"Heeelllooo~ Is anybody home?!"

Oh no...