Minotaur backflip

You're sitting in the cafeteria in school eating the tasteless gruel that they serve you and chatting it up with your human friend, one of less than 300 in a 1,500 capacity school.

You lift up the spoon up to your mouth when suddenly a voice calls you from behind with an almost fanatical tone to it.

"A-Anon!"

You snap to the voice, throwing the contents of your spoon on the floor in the process. Your eyes meet with the minotaurus awkwardly clicking her hooves together and sweating bullets under your scrutiny. You open your mouth prepared to issue an apology but she beats you to the punch.

"W-Will you go out with me if I manage to do a backflip?!"

With every word spoken she leans forward just a bit more until you can feel the heat of her breath and see the hazel green of her eyes shining like stars in the darkness of the shadow of her face.

Her hands are held together as if she were readying herself to push you away, and your friend who you were about to ask for help has somehow disappeared. Which leaves you entirely alone to deal with the nervous bull-woman hybrid.

You remain silent as the words necessary to comprehend this situation escape you. She doesn't budge, however, and instead you see the gleam of determination grow stronger with every second passing by

"Why?" There were too many things that didn't make sense for you to specify the question. You'd let her answer it instead.

She responds by biting her lip and looking down in furious concentration. Seconds span once more only this time the ball isn't in your court. Finally she looks up as she comes to an epiphany

"I saw it in a movie! Guys like it when a girl asks them out in a cool way." She nods her head and crosses her arm before returning to you with an expectant gaze.

"So... will you?" She seems a little less nervous than before, but it's not hard to tell from her shaking that she's still waiting on your answer with mothgirls fluttering in her stomach.

"I guess. Yeah."

"Okay." She answers and immediately squats to knee length with her legs held apart at shoulder length. Her muscles tense across her entire body. You don't know shit about anatomy, but even you can admire the way her body flexes as it prepares for this jump.

The ground seems to shake as she lifts herself all at once. In an instant all eyes in the cafeteria are on the body of the minotaurus flying through the air as she flies with the grace of a salmon who has just been released from the clutches of a falcon harpy ten thousand meters up.

And just like a salmon her body flops against the hard tiles without even managing to flip once. The cafeteria remains silent for only a second before returning to the conversation. You can see her fingers twitching in your general direction even if she isn't moving much. Her hair is splayed outwards from her head like the halo of a martyr.

"D-Did I fail?" Comes the only question she can muster through heaving lungs.


She doesn't seem eager to get up any time soon and the teacher in charge of watching the cafeteria begins eyeing the minotaurus splayed out on the ground. You don't have to think twice as you quickly walk over to her side and place your hand on the top of her head.

"You did good. Maybe with some practice you'll get it next time." You try to sound reassuring as your hands reach underneath her body and prepare to hoist her up. Your legs shake from the effort and your joints groan but soon enough you've managed to lift her off the ground and slowly shamble together to the infirmary.

Surprisingly she doesn't seem to weigh much. Despite being taller than you and definitely more muscular you feel as if you aren't even trying. You can feel the rise and fall of her chest against your back as you walk on. Her breath is scorching hot as it hits the nape of your neck and her hair is drizzled on your chest from her head.

"Anon..." She mumbles half conscious as you near the infirmary door. You turn your head and see a content grin spread on her face as well as her eyes half-opened as if she were waking from a really good dream. It's also at this time that you realize that her slow heavy breathing isn't exactly related to her jump.

That comes to an end as you throw her down on the nurse's bed. She tries to hold on but relents with some difficulty. Your legs tremble from the effort and you sit down on a near chair.

The lunchbell rings, signalling that at least fifteen minutes have passed. The nurse, a short lich with immense breast hidden in a coat, comes in and does she does before leaving the two of you alone again. You close your eyes to rest when you hear her voice once more.

"Anon?" She sounds tired, but at the very least she's conscious.

"Yeah?" You yawn and stretch out before straightening up in the chair.

"W-Would you like to come to my house after school?" She stutters but stays firm


You agree and depart for the moment. She smiled at you all the way out of the infirmary and the moment the door close behind you she let out a very audible scream of excitement. Your hands shook and metaphorical spaghetti endlessly flowed from your pockets as the clock on your classroom wall ticked by at neckbreaking pace.

you exited the school gate and immediately saw her. She had switched out her navy blue and plaid skirt school uniform for jean shorts and a modest white top with a caricature of a sunflower pasted on its center. Her smile lit up as her eyes came across you and the remaining students were forced out of her way at her stampede.

"Anon!" She screamed and immediately reddend at the realization of her blunt excitment. She breathed in and out and repeated with a calm breath. "Anon. Let's go, it's this way!" She reaches for your hand and pulls back almost the moment she touches it as if it were on fire.

“A-Anyway, let’s go.” She looks away from you and walks at a brisk pace. You follow in silence and soon the crowds of students thins out. Before even ten minutes pass the two of you are completely alone on the sidewalk with nothing but the chilly winter wind.

You wait for her to speak but she never does. You do however see her mouth open as if she were about to speak several times before inevitably giving up and quickening her pace. Several times you’re forced to ask her to slow down as she nearly breaks into a run from her poorly hidden embarrassment.

The two of you arrive at her house before an hour passes. It’s a small two story house with a large backyard. The sun now hangs behind you a deep red against the horizon painted full of delicate pastels. The minotaurus waits for you at the door before unlocking and walking inside.

“S-So you can just wait here and I’ll get something for the two of us.” She excuses herself upstairs and leaves you alone in the living room. Just then you realize your situation.

You’re in a strange girl’s house far from home with no way to get back. Moreover, that strange girl is a half monster several times stronger than you and is clearly ready to do crazy things in order to win your attention. The stone in your stomach drops several times as nervousness elevates into fear and then into panic.

“Just stay calm and see what happens.” You tell yourself with muddled whispers as the sound of large objects being moved reaches your ears. She descends the stairs once more. Now with several pieces of exercise equipment draped on her shoulders and her clothes replaced with tight spats and a yellow running shirt bearing several sponsor names.

“Let’s do this!” She declares as she walks back out the door with a determined grin. You have no idea what’s going on as she fails to explain anything. Reluctantly you follow her into the backyard where she drops the exercise equipment and begins squatting religiously.

“What are you doing?” She doesn’t stop as she looks up at you with a perplex look as if it were obvious.

“I’m training for the backflip!” she announces without resting as she reaches fifty squats achieved. Sweat glistens on her skin as she focuses.

“You’re still going to do it even after that hit?” She doesn’t answer but instead nods as her breathing becomes slightly labored. She hits two hundred before finally getting up to address you with tan skin shining in the sunlight.

“Our deal was that we’d date if I managed a backflip, therefore, until I succeed we can’t go on any dates.” The childish logic makes sense, but at the same time you wonder if she didn’t hit herself too hard.

She snaps forward with wide eyes and places a terrifying strong hand on your shoulder. “Unless of course, you want to cancel the deal and go out anyway?!” Her cheeks turn pink and her grip intensifies.

You consider it for a moment. Previous to today a girl had never even shown interest in you besides the succubi hollering for your dick from the school ramparts, and that one oomukade who followed you home from the sandbox like a puppy. Those didn’t count though.

“Lets see some squats.” You smile with a tint of maliciousness and her smile dries up almost instantly, replaced by a scowl that slowly reforms into pout. Her hand also floats off your shoulder like the tail of a balloon floating away.

“That’s so mean of you.” She says as she gets back into the rhythm of her squats. You can’t help but clutch your chest as you realize that watching her disappointed face is somehow even cuter than her regular clumsy self.

The rest of the afternoon goes by in a flash of squats, pushups, and failed backflips. In the end you joined her for most of her exercises of your own choice, but she outstripped you halfway into her tenth push up set of one hundred repetitions.

Her backflip attempts were many, even though most ended with her face in the dirt or her ass severely sore. You ended up insisting that she quit after the sun had gone down for nearly thirty minutes and she promised she wouldn’t sleep until she managed it.

She was dripping sweat off every inch of her body by the end. A look of content exhaustion on her face as the two of you sat in the living room after putting away her gym equipment. You had been okay with not talking before as you were actually doing something, but sitting her with nothing but her curious face staring deeply into yours made you uncomfortable.

“So… See you on Monday I guess.” You dusted yourself off and started the motion for getting up before she intervened.

“Want to watch a movie?!” She held up an old remote in her hand and smiled eagerly before turning to the ancient tv. You looked outside and realized it that the night had settled deeply while you waited. Either would be interesting for sure.

“Why not, by now the roads are probably pretty dangerous anyway.” You reason with yourself that if you must be raped by a monstergirl it would be better if it were one that you at least know enough about.

She draws her breath sharply in excitement and turns on the tv. It’s an older model with lots of thickness and the picture definition isn’t too good either, but she doesn’t seem to care as she sits down on the couch and motions for you to join her. You join her with just enough space for someone else to sit between the two of you. Without even looking at her you can feel the frustration from having to overcome this gap.

She makes her move slowly. Every few minutes she stretches and incidentally moves a few inches closer. At one point she goes to make popcorn and on her return takes a ful three inches closer to you. Her final strike comes as she explains how she once caught a fish THIISSSS big, simultaneously draping her arm across your shoulders with a smirk on her face. You let her seeing as how the movie wasn’t anything to really talk about. Watching her advances was the most entertaining part of the whole thing.

“Anon… Do you mind if I lay my head in your lap?” She purrs into your ear as you suddenly realize how close she actually got. Her voice is soft and sensual, very different from her usually cheery and clumsy self. You turn to face her and peer into the deepness of her hazel eyes. The shadow on her face cast by the movie makes her seem more mature than she did this morning.

The movie is the farthest thing on your mind as she kneads her fingers delicately into your shoulder while awaiting your answer. Despite her confidence you can still feel a slight trembling in her body that passes over to you, or was that just your own shaking that you couldn’t keep under control? Your head is swimming in thoughts you don't quite understand and her lips seem softer than usual.