Bullfight

Something big and heavy pounds the ground from behind the brush. You feel the ground shake in your legs as it gets closer and louder. Suddenly, a big hairy hand parts the branches and makes way for an anthropomorphic bovine head, loudly sniffing and snorting through a bone nosering. The minotaur looks at you and Betsy, his giant muscular red-furred body lumbering out through the bushes and stomping and grunting a primal challenge at you while his gigantic brown cock flops around as if to make you feel inadequate.

With no words to respond, you look to Betsy, who is backing away and letting the boys be boys. The naked bull bellows and rumbles toward you. You have **** but to jump out of the way or be trampled. The bull turns around and slams the ground with his fist, roaring with desire. You stare him down, readying for mortal combat.