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Holstaurus

by Grimest

mc; drug; mg; mf; mF; mdom; mast; tf; preg; furry; best

Like every morning, the sun came slowly, warming up the lands in the Kingdom of Thevora. The bakers started to work on their bread, the roosters made sure to wake up everyone living in the rural sections of the kingdom, and the sun moved slowly skyward. The kingdom’s market started to spark with activity. And as the different vendors prepared their products for sale, in the farther reaches of the camp, a young girl woke up.

Celia woke up and as soon as her brain sparked with the realization of the time she sprang out of her bed with a fast yip. She dressed as she usually did, with a simple dress, her “working” dress, dull colors, practical and made to be washed over and over. She put on her apron, grabbed the cube of corn and started to give it to the chickens. With that chore done, she went to the kitchen and found the milk on the kettle, so she could have her breakfast. Usually her mother would be accompanying her to eat, but it seemed that Mrs. Silver was busy. Celia’s little sister, Anne, entered the kitchen, rubbing her big eyes, still wishing she could sleep some more. As they ate bread and milk, Celia couldn’t help but think on how her life, and the life of all the women around her, had changed so much since the men had gone to war.

The details were never clear, depending on who she asked different adults gave different answers, but it seemed clear that orcs, minotaurs and similar monsters had been united under one single banner and to respond to them, the human kingdoms had done the same. Almost all the men able to grab a sword had been called to action and so her father, her big brother and a lot of the men who worked on the Silver’s farmstead were now gone. Now her mother found herself trying to work the farm with only the help of her daughter of just 13 years, and a pair of workers deemed too old to be called to fight.

Celia looked at her little 9-year-old sister and wished she was free of such chores as cleaning excretions of cows, and chickens, and similar tiresome works. As Celia drifted off she heard the very distinct sound of wooden wheels and horseshoes against the stone road of the entrance of the Silver’s Farmstead. She ran and found her mother waiting for the old carriage to arrive. Celia’s face showed full disappointment because she recognized the carriage. It was Mister Torvald and this could only mean one thing: a new animal was being added to the farm.

Celia couldn’t hide her sadness; her chores were so hard now and with more cows it was gonna kill her. Celia still hoped they could be just a pair of chickens, but soon enough Mr Torvald, helped by one of the workers of the farm, moved a heavy cage and let it slide by an improvised ramp made for the carriage. And there it was… not a cow… not chickens… but a little bull, a calf. The high pitched and confident voice of her mother made Celia stand still at attention, as if she had heard a general in a battalion.

“So this is our little Champion is he?” she said looking at the young calf, almost with disappointment. “I thought you said it was brown…not black.”

“I could have sworn that the creature was as brown as the autumn leaves, Madam. But just a few days ago he woke up like this, sometimes these things happen you know, I doubt it’s a big deal,” said Mr Torvald, as humble as always.

“It isn’t; I just hope I’m investing my gold coins well. I need a bull but buying an adult one would… ruin me…right now,” said Celia’s mother. Clearly it wasn’t easy for her to admit the farm had seen better days before the war.

“Don’t worry Miss Christine. You may have lowered the price but I can assure you this little devil is the proud son of one of my best bulls and it will prove useful to you and your family,” said Mr Torvald as he rested his hand on the shoulder of Celia’s mother, giving her a warm smile of confidence. The payment was made and the carriage went away, just leaving the faint sound of the wooden wheels and the horseshoes against the stone road.

Celia had not seen a bull in a long time; the last one had died one especially cruel winter. And ever since then the production of milk had stopped almost totally but the plan of her mother made sense and seemed simple enough, with some time this calf should grow and the production of milk could start again. Christine Silver ordered her daughter to prepare a space in the barn for the new guest. Celia obeyed, and as she did she gave a tremendous and passionate speech of how tired she was of this awful chores… of course she did that inside her head.

Celia watched the “little” creature… Celia liked the younglings of lots of creatures on the farm: little chicks, baby lambs, but this monster was not a baby, he was the equivalent of an adolescent and one full of muscle it seemed. Celia’s mother was proud of her daughter’s excellent job preparing the barn, and before she even noticed, all the chores were done. The mother and the daughters relaxed a little, siting near the entrance of the house, enjoying the peace and quiet, and making a prayer for the boys so they could go back safe.



That night as Celia drifted off, feeling herself go, she heard something that didn’t allow her to go back to sleep.

Mooing.

A constant and loud enough mooing that insisted in grabbing Celia’s attention.

Annoyed, Celia still had the hopes her mother would go to the barn but as the mooing kept going it seemed less likely. Finally she grabbed some clothes and as quietly as possible she walked toward the barn.

As she walked she realized that the constant mooing wasn’t “desperate.” Sometimes the cows got scared of something that looked like a predator, it was normal, but this was… more like a call, more like the beast really needed her attention.

Celia opened the big door of the barn and as she her sight adjusted to the darkness, the shock became evident on her face. Anne, her sister, was there: she was on her knees, caressing and rubbing her cheeks against a black figure. The little girl was showing affection as if the animal was a big and cute pet, like a cat, but the dark tone of the creature’s skin made clear this was the young calf. Or so Celia thought, till the creature started to rise up, using just his hind legs. With his horns visible in the darkness, he slowly walked towards Celia. She was terrified, the idea of running crossed her mind, but Anne was still there. And… Anne was still… hugging and petting this humanoid beast… with a silly and distant smile on her face.

AjaxThe beast kept walking towards Celia and the light of the moon finally let her see him. His snout was gone, revealing just a humanoid face in the same furry black tone, his horns were big and relatively sharp, menacingly going upwards. He had a humanoid torso showing his natural muscles, furry legs ending in hooves, and a tail that didn’t stop swatting. His eyes were terribly deep and penetrating; he looked at her and she thought he was looking right through her… all her secrets, all of her. Celia closed her eyes, convinced it was the end. She only regretted not being able to save Anne or see her father again.

But the horns never came. Opening her eyes again, Celia saw him siting again in the spot she had made for him that morning. And Anne was still there, happy with her new friend.

“Wha… who… what is this Anne!?” asked the older sister, feeling herself shaking still.

“Shush! …Mom is gonna hear you…” as Anne kept petting the humanoid beast, she continued, “Isn’t he great? Pet him too! His fur feels awesome!”

Silence took over the barn; obviously Celia was not happy with that answer.

“O-okay then… you… minotaur… answer me…” Celia took a moment to gather all the courage she had. “Who are you and what do you want?”

The bestial man stood up again, walking towards her. Celia stood still, ready for a scary growl or something similar, but instead he just grabbed her by the waist and walked with her towards his place in the barn. Celia tried to fight him… but the closer she was to him the stranger she felt… it was his natural scent… there was something weird about his smell… It felt… good…

Celia stopped struggling. Her mind was filled with primal ideas, savage concepts that no civilized little girl should have, but still they were there.

The creature rested, laying out in the barn. Immediately Celia’s little sister curled up against his chest, just resting there, and closed her eyes near the beast’s face. He caressed her hair slowly. Poor Anne looked really tired; she was not used to being up this late and it was clear that the instinct that was overwhelming Celia in this moment was the same for her little sister felt as she petted the big creature.

Petting. That soft, smooth, fur. It had such primal essence in its smell. Before Celia’s brain could analyze what was happening she was caressing the beast too, rubbing her face and her flat chest against him too. The closer she was the more she could feel that scent, that penetrating power, that traveled across her nostrils. After a few minutes Celia could not hold on anymore, her mind was lost by the invasive scent, the masculine aroma that made her most primitive instincts emerge at once. She was a beast just like him and she felt attracted to him, she wanted him to do things to her… nasty… nasty things. She was a victim of her own desires till her body gave up and she succumbed to a deep sleep.



Celia felt something poking her. Barely opening one eye, she saw the light of the day… it was so early…the rooster had not even started to sing. She didn’t wanted to wake up. But as her mind begun to kick start again, she realized she was not on her bed… she was in the barn. She looked at herself, still dressed but covered in hay, and the thing poking her was Anne’s finger, trying to wake her up.

“Come on! We need to go back to our rooms or Mommy will go crazy!”

Celia stood up, searching for her now-missing friend. He wasn’t laying there with them, instead in the other corner of the barn, she saw him, going back to four legs, and he took the form of a simple black calf again. She saw the transformation herself; at least he wasn’t a dream, and at least she could visit him again later and get to feel his presence again. Not for one moment did Celia think that this abrupt need to feel the young monster again was “weird.”

Both girls avoided their mother’s wrath by cleaning their dresses well enough and pretending to sleep. Everything looked normal to Christine, but both Celia and Anne knew better… there was nothing normal about the Silver farm anymore. The next few days, to Christine, were filled with surprises from her two young daughters. Every morning they woke up filled with energy, and they volunteered to help her, especially in the barn. She suspected something, but she wanted to believe that finally her little girls were ready for more responsibilities, to take the care of the farm in a more serious way. The pride Christine Silver felt stopped her from noticing her two daughters’ love for the new beast.

The two little girls were so invigorated every morning it seemed they had eaten lots of sugar or something. Their chores were done quickly and they passed as much time as possible taking care of the prized black bull that once would help the Silvers farmstead to see better days, once he grew enough. Christine ended up convinced that the girls’ fixation with the animal was that in some way they were looking for the answer to all their problems, and so she let them take care of the beast and even name him.

Ajax, in honor of a character from Anne’s favorite books.

Christine knew only that Ajax was growing at an amazing speed. She could swear every time she opened the barn he looked a bit bigger. The girls’ escapades became nightly occurrences. They were dependent on his presence, they needed it, like a drug, and it was impossible to ignore.

Celia was not a dumb girl; she knew that the Minotaur surely was part of the same race of creatures her father and brother were fighting far away. There were lots of occasions where distrust started to form in her heart. But every time she went to that place, and saw him - being so grateful, so happy caressing her sister and enjoying her hugs - the distrust melted away. He was no monster, and he loved them. Celia made up her own stories in her head: he was probably an orphan, alone in a cruel human world, and he had to blend in till he was found a new home, with his new lovely sisters.

One night as Celia closed her eyes, enjoying Ajax caress over her body, she heard her sister say, “Itchy…too itchy.”

Celia opened her eyes and saw her little sister, desperately removing her dress. When it was off, Anne smiled pleasantly as she touched her chest and returned to the outstretched arms of her best friend in the world. Celia didn’t know that to do. It felt so wrong to watch, like she felt the need to put a stop to this, to make her sister get dressed and go away. But Celia felt itchy too. She felt so uncomfortable all of a sudden, with no warning whatsoever, and her clothes now seemed made specifically to make her feel miserable. Celia felt desperate and, following her little sister’s example, she took off her dress as well. When her naked body was exposed Ajax seemed pleased with what he saw.

Celia was breathing heavily. She was nervous and she covered her body, full of shame and humiliation, but Ajax didn’t allow those feelings to overwhelm her. As always, the mute monster just grabbed Celia’s hands and embraced her. All of her worries, all of her shame and shyness vanished in just an instant; his scent was so powerful, and it demanded something of her, something simple, and something natural, and something that her young mind had never even thought until that very moment.

Celia felt the terrible need to reproduce.

And she was not alone. Celia looked to the side and saw her little sister, laying on an old blanked she had brought for Ajax, trying to masturbate, touching herself in weird and impractical ways. It was probably the first time Anne was exploring her young body, but she needed, craved, something she could not even understand. The instincts she felt were not hers but she felt a primal desperation to act as a female for the young monster.

Celia’s mind couldn’t process all this craziness; she was barely conscious of what she herself was doing. She opened her mouth and looked directly at Ajax, hoping he would do something. He answered by kissing her tenderly and invading her mouth with his tongue. Celia’s mind was spinning; everything felt just like another dream. She let herself be carried away by this instinct that demanded more of her, that wanted her to pay attention to a new, more powerful scent, and this one was between the monster’s hairy legs. The teenager was enthralled by the cock that now was throbbing for the stimulation given by her. She knelt immediately to take a closer look. The thing’s scent was intoxicating, and her eyes rolled, letting her wild instinct take over.

Ajax looked at Celia with curiosity, and she returned the look, but her eyes and expression were far from normal. What he saw now was a wild and horny beast, a female who was totally submissive to his will. She smiled and let her tongue out like an obedient dog. Anne crawled over to be near her sister and immediately she started to be overwhelmed herself as her instincts became more wild.

Ajax didn’t waste time. These females were his now, totally broken by his scent. Now he wanted to breed. He grabbed Celia’s waist, and after teasing her labia a bit, entered with no mercy. Celia didn’t even try to stop her squeals of pure pleasure as Ajax took her as his bride. Celia’s mind was dictated by the most elemental part of her brain now, and this alpha male was surely an excellent choice for reproduction. She needed him, she belonged to him, and as long as she could be fucked by him she would follow him anywhere he went.

Anne’s broken mind was not too far behind her older sister. The little girl humped Ajax’s leg, unsuccessfully demanding attention too.

Ajax himself looked like he was losing control. He was focused on the task of pleasing Celia and making her feel as good as possible. Of course, this meant being especially rough with the teen, but she didn’t seem to care. As he tilted his head to look at her face, Celia turned around with a wide smile of satisfaction. She was in heaven and it was thanks to the male that had chosen her as his mate. She was terribly excited; she didn’t want to stop but a tremendously powerful orgasm was coming. She could feel it rising, and when it eventually came crashing through her she was unable to continue, just falling to the ground, twitching, and spacing from time to time as her mate’s cum dripped from her pussy. Ajax looked with satisfaction at his work but there was still another female, and this one had passed so much time with him that a pair of little horns were noticeable on the sides of her head. She was transforming, finally, into a Holstaurus.

With dizzy eyes, and filled with excitement, Anne looked at Ajax like it was the first time. The little girl asked, “You are my Ajax, aren’t you?”

He looked at her and with the warmest and deepest voice Anne had ever heard, he spoke. “Call me Ajax if you want, little one.”

The creature embraced Anne affectionately. He would not penetrate her, she was still too human, to delicate, but the changes were occurring as he had anticipated. Looking back at Celia’s ass he could see what eventually would evolve into a tail. The girls would soon be ready… it was time to take care of the lady in charge of this place.



Christine Silver had the most awful night in a long time, hearing female screams and being able to get the courage to go out of her bed and find out what it was. The rooster sang but Christine ignored it. An hour passed and the birds chirped near her window but she kept hiding in her bed. Finally she heard the sounds of doors opening and closing, and the voices of her two daughters, laughing. Christine finally armed herself with courage and she went down the stairs…at a slow pace. She walked to the kitchen and there were her two daughters, their hair looked messy, as did their dresses.

“Good morning,” said Celia.

“There’s milk, Mom. Why did you wake up this late?” asked Anne. Both girls looked fine, relaxed and happy.

“D-didn’t you hear the awful screams l-last night?” asked their mother. Both girls looked at each other calmly and just moved their heads back and forth. Christine sat down, totally perplexed. “A dream…but…it felt so real? I….I was unable to sleep all night.”

Celia gave her mother a ceramic mug and poured some milk. “Please, Mom, relax. What was your dream about?”

“Y-you know... it doesn’t matter… it was just my imagination. Girls, I would die if you were taken from me…I…sorry,” she hurried to wipe the tears in her eyes. “I just…” Unable to continue, she decided that this day the girls would just feed the chickens and then they would have the rest of the day to themselves. For now she just wanted to enjoy this mug of milk. Except the liquid she was drinking was not milk…it definitely was not milk. Christine saw her daughters smile as they got up. It was only then that Christine could see the bovine tails that stuck out of their dresses.

Pure horror took over Christine, but the liquid she drank was overwhelming her… her mind felt fuzzy, she was confused… she saw the tails again, unable to believe what she saw. She tried to stand up, but she lost her balance and went to her knees. Christine felt fear again and then the fear was washed away by another wave of pleasure and calmness… her mind was chaotic.

“Ajax’s cum is really powerful, isn’t it?” asked Celia, smiling as she removed her clothes again. Wearing clothes felt terribly uncomfortable since Ajax had taken over. Anne followed her sister and soon their mother was on the ground. Christine’s head didn’t stop spinning, and to make things worse her naked daughters were making sure she couldn’t resist anymore. From the door another figure appeared. Christine had to concentrate to see who he was… the black fur…those horns… those eyes…

“By the gods…Ajax?!” Christine fainted immediately. What came next were flashes of consciousness, followed by unconsciousness again. She saw her daughters with visible bovine horns as their tails swatted from side to side. The girls looked at their mother with enthusiasm, with real joy. She saw herself naked, too, her hands tied to her bed and the terrible monster ready to make her his. Christine’s mind fell into paradise as the monster fucked her endlessly. There was no mercy, until finally she fell unconscious again. She woke up some time later to the sound of her daughters mooing as the monster fucked Celia and fingered Anne. Christine wanted to protest but the smell of sex was so powerful, she found that she wanted to get drunk just smelling that. Her mind went blank again.

When Christine woke up the next day, her two daughters were totally transformed into Holstaurus. Their little breasts were evolving, gaining size. They also didn’t walk on two feet anymore, preferring to crawl on all fours, and their bovine tails moved around as the happy girls followed their male whenever he went. Christine tried to communicate to them but they just answered by mooing. The worst part was the terrible envy Christine felt. She wanted to get fucked by Ajax again. She wanted to feel him inside of her, and she wanted to produce milk and be a stupid Holstaurus like her children. But he was denying her on purpose… Why?

A whole day later the answer came. As Christine thought she was going crazy, Ajax appeared in front of her with his massive cock in front of her face. “Do you want it?” he asked in a deep, intimidating voice.

“Y-yes…. Yes please… gimme!” she stuck out her tongue, enjoying just the taste of the tip and then, thanks to Ajax coming closer, being able to taste the delicious cock that haunted her mind every hour.

“This is just a taste…if you want to join your daughters there is something else you need to do.”



A day later the news went out and all kinds of people from the different farms in the area came to see if it was true. It was: Christine Silver was selling absolutely every animal on her farm… All of them at absurdly low prices. A lot of people asked if she felt all right. She only said that she had received a card long ago from the captain of her husband’s battalion, there was nothing here for her anymore, her daughters were sick, and she needed to make as much money she could to pay their way to an elven kingdom where the elves could heal them. Some farmers looked happy to finally say goodbye to another competitor, others felt sorry for the poor woman but still no one continued to question the low prices. No one except Mr. Torvald, who grabbed Christine by the shoulders demanded to know what had happened to the young black calf too.

Christine could not help but smile as she said, “He escaped and never came back Mr. Torvald…”

The old man gave Christine a look that reflected the guilt he felt. That bull had been the last chance to maybe avoid this result, but now it was too late. Still Christine smiled at him and even caressed his cheek with a hand. “Don’t worry…me and the girls… we will be okay.”

All morning the animals were sold, and all morning Christine smiled the kind of smile one can only make when one feels free for the first time in years.

As the last farmers said their goodbyes to Christine and wished her a safe travel she wrote a card in case her husband or son came back, leaving all the money she had made, along with the family’s savings. She put it in the bed, with her conscience clean and feeling she was no longer betraying anyone. She closed the door and walked towards the woods. She knew exactly were to go, and as she approached the place her smile became bigger and she ran faster.

There, in a clearing, was Ajax being attended, caressed, and kissed by her two daughters. With only the full moon as a witness, Christine stripped off her clothes and on all fours she crawled towards her male. He walked towards her, and his aroma made Christine feel heavenly again. He kissed her and she kissed him back. On all fours he took her again, for hours and hours. Christine felt her mind become simpler and simpler as the hours went by. She felt the horns growing on her head, she felt the tail near her ass, she felt her breasts growing even more and she felt the terrible need to be milked. Celia, Anne and Christine would share their male. They all belonged to him and nothing else mattered. There was no place for jealousy; all the girls would have their chance.



Five months later Ajax walked towards the improvised hut he had made for his new family. He had in his hand some berries and a pair of apples. The grass was fine, but to make sure the babies grew hearty it was necessary to properly feed their mothers.

Anne rested near the hut, rubbing her big belly. She smiled just thinking of the fact that she had a baby inside of her. In her mind she felt complete. It didn’t matter if the baby was male or female, she was caring her mate’s child, and she couldn’t wait to have another soon.

Celia helped milk her mother. Certainly Celia was no stranger to milking cows, and her mother was not much different from one. Out of all three of them, her mother had been the most affected by her transformation. Celia and Anne were driven by instinct, but still they were not completely stupid beasts. Their mother however seemed to be totally gone. Christine saw her mate come and smiled at him pleasantly. The once proud and strict woman was not much more intelligent that the cows she used to own. Celia kept milking her mother. Ever since she got pregnant she produced a lot of milk.

Celia suddenly started to remember something, something related to milk. “When there is too much milk we…we…sell it…” Yes, she had heard that long ago…but what was sell? What did “sell” mean? Her head started to hurt so she stopped thinking of silly things. Her mate would know what to do with the milk; she was just a Holstaurus, and she was not made to think. The Holstaurus were made to have babies with their mates, the Minotaurs, and so Celia decided to cuddle with her Mate. She loved him so much…only his presence made her heart beat faster. That meant love, total and pure love was the only explanation Celia had for the degrading acts she did every day, she just loved him that much.

Ajax looked around his improvised home, his lovely harem, and their big bellies that soon would give him descendants. Ajax himself didn’t understand really how things had ended up like this. What had started as a trick, a big joke to the young monster who wanted to have some fun, had become ownership of three females. Soon he would even be able to start his own clan. But this was not the time to think ahead, so he caressed Celia’s breasts. She started to produce a little bit of milk, which he licked to make her shiver in pleasure. The two other females came to him too, asking for a little of attention as well. Anne crawled towards his mouth, kissing him tenderly, while Christine didn’t waste time and started to felate him. With his three treasures near him, Ajax relaxed and closed his eyes, caressing their chests and bellies…

“My…lovely…beautiful Holstaurus.”
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