Rest at the table

Stomping over to the table and plopping down in the chair for a few minutes, you work to readjust your shirt and rest a bit. Your tail flicks back and forth as you breathe in and out, closing your eyes and trying to remain calm, holding fast to the thought that The Goddess would fix this- she always did.

Nothing happens while you sit in the chair, but slowly behind you a sound comes from the base of one of the doors, the sound of metal scraping against stone distinct in the quiet room. Turning around, you're just in time as one of the largest, most intimidating creatures you've ever seen steps out of the rightmost door.

It's humanoid in appearance, but when you look upwards, you realize it's not human, but a minotaur. His bull head is covered in dark brown fur, as well as most of his naked and muscular chest. You gasp as you look down at his lower body- he's wearing only a simple loincloth, and may as well not be, as the tip of his massive cock hangs lower than the cloth covers. It's already as thick as a tree branch, hanging down to his knees, head flared and dripping a steady trail of precum.

The minotaur seems to sniff the air, before looking directly down at you, and grunts, a loud sound that fills the room.