western · 1881 · minotaur · harem · slavery · breeding · domestication · great plains · fantasy · captive
The dust from the wagon settles in the pale light of the autumn evening, the distant low of cattle merging with the creak of the farm gate. On the Great Plains of 1881, the air smells of hay and sweat. Four massive bulls, each a different breed, stand by the paddock fence, their tools abandoned. Jack, the black Angus with scarred hide and hazel eyes, straightens his red loin cloth, watching. Percival's blue eyes soften beneath his ginger curls. Bill lets out a low chuckle, his purple cloth shifting as he leans on a post. And Arthur, the white-furred bison hybrid, towers in silence, his black loin cloth stark against his pale skin. The farmer tugs the rope tied around a young cow-centaur's neck—you—and leads her past them into a new, warm shed. The door closes, muffling the murmur of t…