Veal

The horny (heh) cow slut looked like a fine compromise between a full breakfast and an easy snack. Well except for the minotaur.

You banked left and climbed higher so they wouldn’t see you approach. You had to separate the pair somehow. Not that a minotaur was any kind of challenge for a monster of your size and power, but you were hungry NOW and she would be too much of a hassle. But you had other ways of catching prey, a magical toolbox which made all of your hunts more fun and interesting. You tilted your head back and stared up at the sky. It was clear and bright, but that was about to change.

Thunderclouds rolled in from the ocean, mixing with a warm front you summoned from the south. The mixing air started rotating, turning into a vortex. The next part was difficult, but you loved how much fun it was. You flapped with a loud thunderclap and flew up and over the cloud cover. The sunrise up here made the clouds look like an endless pink carpet. It was gorgeous, but so were you, so whatever. You folded in your wings and dove straight down, through the clouds. You tilted them so that you started spinning as you dove, corkscrewing faster and faster, creating a vortex around you which gathered up the cloud into a funnel. A little bit dizzy now, you opened your wings and pulled out of your dive in a wide circle.

Your aim was a bit off though, and the tornado touched down off to the side of the holstaur herd. The minotaur barely even noticed, still fucking your soon-to-be-prey’s ass vigorously. The rest of the cow futas saw the danger and bolted for it in every direction. You hovered in mid-air behind the tornado and with a thunderous clap of your wings, you sent it careening towards the pair. The minotaur heard the twister before she saw it, and pulled out but not before she and the holstaur were sucked up into the sky by the wind.

The minotaur was thrown into a nearby lake, leaving the holstaur alone, flying but not under her own power, and now completely defenseless. You smiled and swooped in, completely unaffected by your own twister, and snatched your prey out of midair.

You carried her away, mooing in terror and you realized you might have bitten off more than you could chew. She was a THICC steak, almost heavier than you could carry in flight. You could drop her here and take her on the spot, but that would leave YOU open and **** on the off-chance the minotaur or another predator came along.