Bourbonized Special (Minotaur) [VTF]

The Minotaur grabs your sword and, with a simple movement of her fingers, snaps the blade from the hilt.

"You really think you could take me on?" She asks, looking down on you.

You despair, realizing what you have gotten yourself into. The Minotaur grabs you by your head.

"I am glad you see your position. Now time for your punishment."

The Minotaur slams your face into her pussy. The smell of her pussy fills your nose and overpowers your senses. You try to pull back but her grip is too strong. Trying to please her, you try to lick her pussy. The taste is salty and sour.

"Yes, please your new mistress. For you shall soon be part of me." The Minotaur says, tightening her grip.

As The Minotaur pushes you into her pussy even harder, you start to feel strange. Your face feels like it is melting, getting absorbed into her. You start to panic, and try to pull out even harder. Despite this, The Minotaur's grip remains tight. Soon, you can no longer see, your whole face absorbed into her.

"See. There is nothing you can do. Accept your fate." The Minotaur taunts you.

The Minotaur continues to push you into her, your whole head now part of her. You feel as she sits down, your body between her legs. Grabbing your arms, she starts pulling the rest of you into her. You feel your shoulders get absorbed, then your arms. You feel The Minotaur moan as she pushes your legs into her. Now completely absorbed, you feel strange. Actually, the problem is that you still feel anything. You should be absorbed now, dead. Feeling The Minotaur vibrate around you, waves of pleasure wash over you. It is clear now. You have became The Minotaurs vagina.

The Minotaur is clearly not satisfied yet, trusting her fingers into you. She seems to have done this before, and forces you to come. She starts rotating her thumbs inside you, rubbing your walls thoroughly. Sticking four more fingers in, she forces you to come again.

The Minotaur takes her fingers out of you, starting to move again. Yet you wish for more, you want to feel something inside you again. The Minotaur stops, sitting on what you think is bed, judging by it's texture. As if she had heard your wish, she pushes something inside you once more.

This time it is not her fingers. Instead, it feels rough and chitinous. It is probably a horn, shaped like one. Pumping it in and out of you, The Minotaur pleasures herself and your new form. You come once more, and feel The Minotaur let out a long moan of pleasure herself.

The Minotaur stops, now resting. But you, basking in the afterglow, cannot help but to think of one thing.

What would a real man feel like?