A hasty retreat

**** is highly overrated. You run to the hills and hear the raucous laughter of the minotaur as you trip and fall to the ground. As you look behind you, you see that the bull has no interest in cowards like you, and neither does Betsy. She's stroking the minotaur's big hairy chest while he pinches a squirt of milk from her big brown udder. She really is a cow at heart.

As you scramble away you hear the sounds of your former girlfriend moaning in ecstasy as she fucks her new mate. Your thoughts turn to her big, soft, warm body. How her two-colored flesh jiggled as you fucked her, how her milk tasted, how her belly seemed to be growing recently... In that thought you take some measure of solace. She may belong to another, bigger, braver, stronger man than you, but you just might have left your craven little legacy in her womb.