Yes, and you're horrified.

As the spell breaks, you take in the scene for what it truly is. Your poor quim must be bruised, it certainly wasn't meant to take such a pounding. Despite your already plump belly, you can definitely make out the swell of the monstrous male's manhood stretching you out impossibly deep. Never before have you gone so far with a male, not a human male, and especially not a bull-cocked giant!

The sickening sensation of monster-cum pouring out of your depths makes your skin crawl, it tried to breed you. The thought of giving birth to a cow-headed child turns your stomach. Sure, the big bull gave you the most intense orgasm of your young life, but you were under a spell! Oh dear, Winny would never let you hear the end of this if she found out.

Suddenly, the beast snorted, shocking you out back to the outside world. A terrified shriek flies from your lips, a purely instinctual reaction to the situation. You squirm valiantly for freedom, but your wobbly legs seem unable to lift you to freedom, leaving you painfully impaled on the inhuman brute's enormous fuckpole.

Confused by your change of heart, the beast tilts his head to the side, as if trying to analyze you. Finally, he shoots you what clearly resembles a look of disgust, before shoving you backwards with both hands. You groan out as his cock flies free with a slick pop, allowing the excess of cum within you to spurt out freely. Another groan resounds as your body collides with the firm ground below, the grass only doing so much to lesson the impact. For a few moments, you lie there, as if too fearful to make any movements, which is just long enough for the minotaur to get bored.

Slow, heavy footsteps announce it's departure, growing more distant with each passing second. At last, you seem satisfied that it's gone, and slowly rise to your feet, your legs still tingle from the earthshaking orgasm you've just endured. Now naked and unarmed, you're a sweaty mess. For just a second you contemplate bathing in the fountain, but that's how you got to be so sticky in the first place!

Your eyes scan the area around you, only to find the world slightly foggy. Your glasses! Searching amidst the tattered remains of your clothes, you manage to find the oversized lenses, though they seem a bit worse for the wear. The frames are warped and there are a few scratches, but considering what they've been through, it's a miracle that they survived at all! After placing the weary lenses back to their rightful place, you find your sight improved moderately, at least well enough to continue the search.

That's when you notice the sound of clopping hooves. Something's walking through the glade. Judging by it's gait, it might be a horse, perhaps you're about to be rescued? Or possibly attacked. With all of this foliage, you should have enough cover to escape from view. The steps grow ever closer, giving you only seconds to act, something has to be done.