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Our world was once one of infinite wonder. It was a world of creatures; spirits, deities and magic... until the humans grew up and lo longer had a need for those that they had worshiped. Dejected, cast out and forgotten, those deities traveled to a new realm and began anew. Learning from their past mistakes, they reshaped the new land into a second civilization. These are the tales of that land.

Out of the Labyrinth Commissioned by Gotommax Written by Leo_Todrius

A cloudless, star filled sky watched over the island of Crete as cool ocean breezes washed across the landscape. It had only been a month since the hero Theseus had come to save the sacrifices, a month since everything had changed on the island forever. King Minos had been warned of the prophecy of Theseus, his seer had taken steps to ensure Theseus' defeat, but in an effort to avoid history repeating itself, they had created a very unpredictable future. As the tainted essence of the minotaur Asterion's seed surged through Theseus' veins and turned him into a brutish beast himself, he managed to cling onto his intellect, gaining the best of both worlds.

The male sacrifices to the minotaur were each converted into one of its kind and all seven came out of the labyrinth in unity with one another. Theseus had proposed to the king that the minotaur become a force at his call and receive the rewards of such a station and Minos had begrudgingly agreed. They had been given lodgings, foot, respect and even uniforms of a sort... but their eyes had been set on something far more ambitious, a goal far more diabolical than the labyrinth Daedalus had been forced to invent.

Theseus stood on the balcony of the Minotaurs' royal chambers, gazing out into the night. The former human stood at an impressive eight feet tall on legs that were like pillars of muscle, his hooves as wide as a skull. Rich brown fur covered his massive body and thick, wide white horns grew from his head, curving forward and up into deadly points. He stood at the guard rail with his arms crossed against his chest, a royal purple loin cloth hanging over his foot and a half long animal member and his grape fruit sized furry balls, his virility barely concealed.

The minotaur looked out across the field that covered the labyrinth. For the first time in years the grasses were left to grow long, the labyrinth below empty and the spectator sport no longer needed... but in every way Theseus felt as if he was still navigating the treacherous maze, trying to survive, trying to out think his opponent. He knew he was going to make Crete the kingdom of the minotaur, but they were only seven in number. Their only ally on the outside had been Phaedra and after she had killed the seer, his energy had passed into her. The rumors were that she had almost died, then had started to change into something that made her wish she was dead. Theseus took a deep breath as he weighed his options. They would have to start with the royal guards. Only then could they spread unopposed.

Theseus thoughts were interrupted as he heard hoofs coming across the marble floor behind him. Theseus turned to see the familiar gray brown fur of Asterion, the elder minotaur moving up. He came to Theseus and wrapped his arms around his mate's stomach, rubbing his loin cloth covered groin against Theseus' furry, strong ass cheeks. Theseus moaned in desire before he turned his head, his bull muzzle coming to Asterion's for a sloppy, thick tongued kiss. Their tongues lapped and slapped at each other, splatters of saliva clinging to their fur before they broke their kiss apart.

"Asterion, how has the night treated you?" Theseus asked.

"It is fair... and I have a gift for my fair one." Asterion said, lifting a box. Theseus turned in surprise, accepting the box before opening it. Inside was a piece of braided gold, a ring. He considered it for a moment before realizing it was a tail ring. Theseus chuckled.

"A symbol of our undying love?" Theseus asked.

"A symbol of my love for your body..." Asterion added. While it was true that Theseus topped on occasion, he generally was on the receiving end of the relationship with Asterion and the ring was a symbol of that.

"I am honored my love." Theseus said, letting Asterion step back before he presented his tail. The older bull slipped the ring down around the tail, sliding it all the way to Theseus ass cheeks, letting it wedge around the root of the tail, the metal bending the tail up a bit, making the ass hole easier to access. Asterion gave a snort of satisfaction at how fitting it was before he ground his groin to Theseus' posterior. Theseus moaned softly, his purple tongue slipping out past his lips for a moment.

Asterion reached around his partner's chest to run and circle his nipples gently, trying to drive him wild. Theseus bucked a bit, his foot clomping on the marble floor before he let out a hot snort. Theseus wanted to plan, to strategize, but he couldn't help but give into Asterion's charms. Sensing his love's submissiveness, Asterion untied his loin cloth and let it fall to the floor, his shaft revealed. Asterion rubbed his thick trunk of a shaft between Theseus' ass cheeks, letting it swell and harden, thickening nicely, exuding the moistness of an eternally lewd being.

With a few more strokes, Asterion was hard enough to let gravity draw his shaft down parallel with Theseus' opening. The minotaur took a breath and thrust, spearing into his mate. Theseus called out with a moo like sound as he was filled, then Asterion pulled back and started to slide forward and back. Theseus grabbed onto the guard rail, his strong fingers clutching the wood and stone. Asterion thrust in more and more, deeper and harder, grinding like mad. Mating was so much better now that it was for something more than mere survival...

The two beasts clattered and slammed, furry flesh grinding, muscled bodies impacting. Grunts, moans and crunches echoed into the hall where one of the king's guard stood, growing nervous. He'd been appointed the duty because he was fairly new and the stories he had heard were unsettling. He was there under the guise of 'keeping the minotaurs safe' but everyone knew it was to keep them in line. So far he'd given them a wide birth, but the sounds coming from the room had him concerned. It almost sounded as if they were fighting, or worse, trying to escape.

The guard hesitated before he moved forward, passing through the doorway into the room, passing a full length mirror. The guard was twenty years old with fair olive skin and black hair, muscled but not overly so. He was a credit to what Crete had to offer, though as he looked at the two minotaurs going at it, he realized how truly mistaken he had been. He started inching back, but his presence alone was enough for Theseus to detect him. The bull's eyes snapped open and he noticed the human when a deliciously perverse idea crossed his lips.

Theseus quickly clenched and unclenched his ass, stimulating Asterion as much as possible, but unlike usual he pulled off, letting Asterion's shaft hit the cool air. Asterion was shocked at the act, but as Theseus grabbed his lover's rod and aimed, it was too late for Asterion to hold back. Thick jets of yellow minotaur cum arched out, splattering the guard in the face and neck. He coughed and sputtered and tried to wipe it off of him, but there was so much that his feet fell out from under him as he slipped on it.

The guard landed roughly, getting a few last sprays across himself. He again wiped his face, but as his fingers dug through the cow slime, the flesh started to thicken, growing leathery. His fingernails darkened a bit from a creamy white to a dull brown. The guard soon grew distracted at what he was doing, looking at the thick goop on his fingers as if it had just occurred to him how delicious it looked. His lips parted and he stuffed his hand in, licking his fingers clean, grunting and moaning as lightning shot to his cock. Even with his fingers clean, the guard started to eagerly gather the seed to feed himself more and more, his pants bulging with erection. He licked and slurped, his lips and tongue thickening as he ate, his ears elongating as well, stretching out into tear drop shapes.

As he watched, Theseus moved his ass back, letting it slide around Asterion's cock, coating the shaft with muscle once more. Asterion laid his head on Theseus' shoulders, watching the guard change. Soft downy black fuzz spread across the guard's upper lip and cheeks, then chin, pushing out into a beard of fur before it spread across more of his head, covering places it shouldn't have like his upper cheeks, nose and around his eyes. As the fur coat spread, lumps formed on his head before the skin broke and two horns emerged, short but coming along nicely.

The guard writhed and shuddered, but not just from the changes to his head and hands. His entire body was changing. Muscle oozed into his torso, his pectorals pushing out and his abs firming. Even his biceps and triceps were rounding on his arms. His clothes soon grew too small for him before the chest split apart, revealing a perfectly even coat of black fur. The fur even spread down from the sleeves of his shirt, covering his wrists and then his hands, surrounding the thicker fingers and wider palm.

While the guard had seemed content to take the change and bask in it so far, his hands were getting restless. They moved to his pants and tore at the fabric before his shaft emerged, engorged and thickening, the flesh pushing out longer and longer. He grabbed onto it with one hand and then the other, stroking away as it doubled its original length, tripled and then pushed for more. His balls pushed out one at a time fro the tear at the pants, engorging to the size of plums, peaches, and then more.

Theseus and Asterion gently fucked as they watched the guard's face crack and pop, the human face elongating into that of a bull. His teeth flattened, his nose widened and blended into the muzzle and his humanity was stripped away. The guard's uniform tore down to his stomach and then groin, splitting open wide to reveal nothing but fur covered muscle and bull cock. His shoes began to split out and unravel before the wriggling mass that was his feet emerged. The toes had grown together, the flesh knitting and averaging out as the bones shifted, but it was the toenails that oozed and spread like a veneer coating, covering everything, wrapping around the foot slowly. He kicked his legs a bit as his feet became hooves, but in little time at all he had been converted. His thick bull hands managed to bring his member to crescendo before his seed arched up over him, spraying his black furry face, a moo leaving his lips.

The guard collapsed on the floor, panting and moaning, dripping with his own seed. Asterion and Theseus watched in wonder at how fast it had happened. Mere seconds had turned the human into a minotaur. Either he was unusually susceptible, or their powers were getting stronger. Asterion moaned at the realization before he let a second orgasm hit him, pumping his love juices into Theseus. Theseus moaned, clenching his ass tight around the penis lodged in him, not wanting to waste a single drop.

"I think it may be time to make our move." Asterion whispered.

"I think it might too." Theseus agreed. The two gave each other a few more playful grinds before they pulled apart and moved to wake the other minotaur for their advance through the palace and the rest of the kingdom.

****

The chambers of the seer had been a strange and wicked place. Inhabited by a serpentine demon working for jealous gods, the only mortal souls to view it before had shortly there after died at the hands of the blue scaled beast... but when Phaedra had killed the seer; she had changed her fate forever. The round room stood in a tower of the palace, but the center of the room resembled a well found in the forest with round stones. Tall, narrow windows surrounded the round walls on every portion but where the door was. The rectangles of light came in at an angle, hitting the far wall, giving Zen something to look at in his captivity.

The young man was chained against the wall, wearing only torn cloth around his waist. He looked far different than he had a month before. When Zen had been brought to the city to be sacrificed to the minotaur, he had been a fourteen year old boy with blonde hair as fluffy as a duckling's down. Theseus had taken his place in the hopes of saving the boy, but his freedom was short lived. As soon as the seer's spirit had entered Phaedra, Zen had been seized and locked up... and since then, dark magics had spread through his body.

In one month he had grown nine inches taller, his shoulders had broadened, his hair had darkened and the only soft downy fuzz on his body was spread across his upper lip. He looked to be seventeen, growing his first mustache. Zen was well aware of the change, especially from the tightness of the chains digging into his wrists, set for someone much smaller. Sometimes he wondered if he had slept away three years or if he had aged fast... but getting a look at Phaedra answered that for him.

Zen cringed as the door opened and the being that had once been Phaedra strode in. She wore the torn robes of the seer, the blood of her victim still collected on the stomach of her outfit... but she had changed far more than Zen had. Her hair lay scattered around the tower floor, leaving only a narrow ridge of hair that had started to firm and harden into feathery quills down the meridian of her head. Her skin had dried out as well, cracking and segmenting into smooth plastic like scales with a soft azure color. Some portions were bluer than others, but the color was spreading rapidly.

The woman moved up to Zen, standing just before him, solid black eyes surveying the boy she had taken so much from. Her hand emerged from the robe, her fingernails stretched into long claws, her fingers longer than they should have been and slightly webbed. She set her hand on his chest, feeling a soft fuzz of the first hair there before her forked tongue emerged. She tasted the boy's fear, felt his youth and innocence, or at least what was left of it... and for a brief moment she wanted to preserve that, to finish saving him, but the more she resisted, the more she heard the voices in her head... the voices of her gods.

"Ssssilencccce, issss that too much to asssssk?" Phaedra hissed, baring her fangs.

"I did not say anything!" Zen whimpered. Phaedra snarled a bit at his insolence thinking she was referring to him, but she knew the gods answer. No one could kill a seer without becoming one themselves, and the seers had very important responsibilities.... But she was not yet strong enough to take them on. She had yet one more act to do. Phaedra began to whisper, her lips making shapes but no sounds coming out, but soon Zen was moaning and writhing, panting hard.

Her hand was like a searing iron on his chest, but soon the burning spread out into tingling as soft blonde hairs curled out of his chest. His peach fuzz mustache darkened into a real one before the sides grew down on either side of his lips. His muscles tingled and seared before thickening, his shoulders widening next. His bones ached and throbbed as they started to expand in every direction, stretching his skin with it. His body became stronger, more robust and more mature... and soon his face did as well. His jaw line squared, his cheek bones shifted and his brow bone pushed out a bit more. His hair turned from dirty creek blonde to faintly brown and with it his mustache darkened as well. He had pushed past looking eighteen, his body becoming that of a true man... and that stolen youth flowed into Phaedra, finally becoming enough to finish her change.

Phaedra snatched her hand from Zen and tore open her robes, watching as her chest flattened slowly, the round masses evening out into firm pectorals, her abdomen taking on extra definition before two of her ribs started dissolving away inside her chest, but the most distinct change of all came from her groin. Her vagina throbbed and shifted, the thick lips simplifying and changing. Her entire torso became a bastion of heat and tingling as the magic worked its way around her system. Phaedra called out suddenly as something shifted in her pussy, but her call was not that of a woman. At first it sounded like the moan of a teenage boy, but soon that of a man. A tapered, pointed bluish purple cock head began pushing out of her entrance, dripping with precum. The head was followed by a thick, ribbed, serpentine shaft. Six inches emerged, then eight.

The new phallus throbbed with power as her pussy shifted, migrating up her groin a bit. Her ovaries had been dropping as well, changing from egg stores into sperm producers and soon a small pouch dropped out, covered in scales... and with their emergence, there was nothing left about Phaedra that was woman. She had become a he, a male, a seer. Even Phaedra's face was changing. The pointed feminine chin squared off, the cheek bones emerged and her round dainty ears stretched into beastly points.

"I am... I am Pad, Seer of the gods..." The male voice said, escaping the changed lips that narrowed and became less plump. The blue coloring finished spreading over the seer's body, making him royal blue from head to webbed toes. The only thing left changing was Pad's tail bone as it stretched out slowly above his firming ass cheeks, whipping about, covered in just as much scales as the rest of his body. Pad moved his weight from foot to foot, getting used to his new body before he reached down to give his large shaft a few admiring strokes.

Pad grinned softly in glee at how wonderful his body was, but the brand new male suddenly gasped, his head tipping back as his solid black eyes turned solid white. Brand new magic and energy began flowing into him, changing his brain structure, opening it up to new perspectives, view, opinions and the direct input of the gods. For a blinding moment Pad saw the world that had been, the Rome that was burned, the gods that were forgotten... All the trappings of a world without the pantheon had been too much, but now they had a second chance.

Pad suddenly 'remembered' the first coming of Theseus in the other world, realized they had avoided that by turning him into a minotaur, but his work was not yet done. Theseus was a moral to what happened when one challenged the status quo, that there were no heroes that operated for anyone but the gods.... But it wasn't enough. They needed the symbol to be larger, to spread. They needed more minotaurs. Pad slowly walked over to Zen and reached out to grab the eighteen year old's cloth covering, tearing it from him.

Zen gasped softly, panting, looking down. His manhood was much longer than before, but more than that, his balls had dropped and engorged and hair was covering the space above his manhood. He looked back at Pad with wonder. Pad looked into Zen's eyes before he leaned in and kissed him, filling his mouth with a split tongue. Zen shuddered in shock, especially as he realized he was starting to like kissing another male, even if he was a monster. Pad slowly pulled back, a string of saliva connecting their lips.

'Zen, you have given me sssssso much... You have given your youth to give me immortality... Sssssso I will give you a prophecccccccy, a propheccccccy of your very own. If you go and find Daedalusssss' sssssson Icarusssss and bring him to ssseee his father and Thessssseusssss, you will have a very rich and rewarding life from that point on." Pad said.

"You are letting me go... but I must bring Icarus... to the minotaurs?" Zen asked. Pad chuckled, running his clawed, webbed hand along Zen's cheek.

"Isssss that too much to asssssk for an eternal reward for you?" Pad asked. Zen hesitated for a long moment, looking at his chains, realizing what it would be like to have a rich future after being caught not once but twice.

"I... will do what you wish." Zen said softly. Pad grinned and clapped his hands. As the hands came together, the chains and cuffs turned into snakes that released Zen's wrists and ankles. He sprung away from the wall, looking around a bit in disbelief. Pad smiled in return, his fangs looking rather deadly, his feather crest rising up almost like a Mohawk on his head. Pad took a breath before he moved out of the tower door and headed down the countless flights of steps. Pad sighed happily, moving over to the well, tracing his hand across the blood red liquid that rested within, envisioning the future unfolding ahead of them.

****

Candles flickered in the guard's station as those remaining awake prepared for yet another quiet evening. One table was covered with several clay tiles, the guards engaging in a game to pass the time, though they all paused as they heard soft clomping of hooves outside. A moment later a brawny minotaur appeared, a long tuft of fur hanging from his head, his wide steer horns almost wide enough to completely block the door. Kyros grinned softly.

"I am sorry to bother you gentlemen, but I was wondering if any of you might escort me out to the garden for a late night stroll. I know that you don't like us to be unguarded against... threats." Kyros said. The guards looked to one another, figuring Kyros to be less of a threat than either of the leaders.

"I will go." A larger guard said, rising to his feet, a short brown curly beard hugging his face. He moved through the door, standing two feet shorter than Kyros but almost as wide shouldered. The other guards sighed with relief that there had been a volunteer. They went back tot heir games as Pholonius moved with Kyros, the two heading down the hallways. Kyros walked along as calmly as he could, but he was getting so excited at the prospect of what he was about to do that his loin cloth lifted up like a table cloth over his massive rod. He tried not to gain the guard's attention, but soon the shaft pushed out, drizzling soft drops of precum. When Pholonius started to turn, Kyros grabbed his head in his hands like one held a ball before stuffing his lips around the thick tip. Pholonious gagged and grunted around the cock, his jaw nearly dislocated, but as his tongue touched the rich seed of coating the shaft, he inadvertently sucked... then sucked again. He tried to pull off, to get away, but even if Kyros hadn't been holding him, he started sucking too hard to get off the shaft.

The bearded guard slurped on the shaft like a baby with a pacifier, sucking every drop of juice off, and that juice spread tingling into him rapidly. He grunted and snorted, and soon his mouth started widening, his mouth stretching. As it grew, it made more room for the cock itself. He sucked and slurped and drew on it, letting it cover his tongue and move back to brush his throat before he obediently tilted his head, taking it in more. He looked up to Kyros with surprised and happy eyes, almost like a child with a new gift, but his bearded cheeks were bulged around a much larger adult gift. Slowly, with hesitation and reservation, the guard reached up to start palming Kyros furry bull balls, massaging them.

Kyros leaned his head back, grunting gently, his shaft starting to ooze a bit of his pre-seed. The guard eagerly downed the cum, his nose widening and flattening, the nostrils lifting up to the front of the face. As his mouth and nose reshaped into a cow snout, the guard started behaving less and less like a man. He moved more bestially over the cock, his hands greedy.... And his body expanding rapidly. A soft tearing came as the guard's pants split, but rather than his own cheeks popping out, furry muscled cow flank pushed out into the hall air. A thick, whip like tail began growing out, a puff ball of fur extending from the end. The guard's curly beard became smooth and longer, hanging down flat before the hair spread across the rest of his face, his mouth extending into a true muzzle already.

Giving the guard so little at a time was too much for Kyros and soon he released his load, sending floods of semen down the guard's throat to speed the process up. More tearing came as the front of the guard's pants split open and a fat cock swung out into view, pulsing as it grew wider and thicker. The guard's stomach pushed out next, ripping the uniform up the center, his belly covered with thick fur. Even his shoulders pushed out wider, making it clear he was going to be one of the larger bulls. His own natural size mixed with the bull's size to reach levels never before seen.

The guard's spine stretched, his ribs pushed apart and his legs grew. He pushed to seven feet tall, then eight, slowly expanding more and more in every direction before at last he was three meters in height. He had to hunch over to keep feeding off of Kyros' shaft, but he loved the seed so much he couldn't get enough. His face grew out around the cock, forming a muzzle before horns erupted from his head, making the look a bit more complete.

Soft scraping noises came from the guard's feet as they pushed out across the marble floor as well, having already developed the keratin coating to start the hooves off right. The guard shuddered, his tail flicking around as he drained Kyros of his first load and pulled off, standing up slowly. The guard looked at Kyros eagerly before something caught his eye, a glint of metal around the base of his tail, a ring. The guard wasn't sure why that was so captivating, but he reached out and grabbed Kyros by the hips, turning him around. The new bull leaned down to snuff and nuzzle at his ass, smelling the cum of other bulls on him before he grunted in realization. Kyros was a subservient, a bottom, and a receptacle for bulls as big and strong as himself...

Kyros let out a soft moo of surprise as he felt a cock probed his ass before the brand new minotaur thrust in. Pholonius grunted and ground against Kyros, moving forward and back, sweating into the dark fur covering his body. He weighed almost six times average, his muscled arms grabbing Kyros, his belly keeping the other minotaur bent forward and the asshole accessible. The thick rod moved in and out with ease and power, the huge minotaur really getting into it, but the sounds were carrying, reaching all the way to the guard station.

After several minutes of love making, one of the guards moved out in the hall to go relieve himself, stopping dead in his tracks, seeing Kyros and the new minotaur going at it. Kyros didn't give him time to react before spraying cum from his shaft like a hose, hitting the guard. The guard stumbled back to the door of the guard room, covered over. He'd gotten it in his nose and mouth, both of which were starting to change. He grunted as his bones popped and creaked and his face elongated, two horn nubs pushing through his forehead as his ears stretched.

The sudden changes alerted the other guards and they stood, drawing their swords in fear, not sure what o do. The guard that had been hit in the face moved to another, grabbing his head and kissing him lustily. As the tainted seed spread, the other guard got instantly hard and started groping himself through his uniform, drinking in the cum soaked saliva. As they parted, the kissed guard's face stretched out into a muzzle as well, soft fur starting to grow out all over his face. The remaining guard's backed up in fear, watching as their comrades pulled out their quickly growing cocks and started to stroke them, aiming them at their friends before unleashing floods of their own, showering down the entire room.

As Kyros heard more and more bull sounds from the room, he was pleased that he had added to the herd so, but the guard filling his ass had added cum along with the cock and the pleasure was so intense that Kyros let his eyes roll into the back of his head, just basking in the pleasure of everything that he had to enjoy in life. Things were only going to get better and better for them all as they made Crete the kingdom of the minotaurs, and Asterion and Theseus would be their rulers.... Just as Kyros felt they should be.

****

Theseus and Asterion stood on a lower level balcony, having gotten past all of their guards unnoticed. They felt conflicted not turning every male as they went, but they had a rare opportunity. Their glass like cow eyes studied their target below, the captain of the guard. His black hair was short, his skin smooth, his eyes dreamy... dreamy for the woman he was engaged to, Thena. The captain was a hopeless romantic, writing poetry and letters daily, talking of everything he would give her if she was his. Theseus and Asterion looked at each other before they moved, bringing their bull shafts up, stroking gently.

A slight drizzle of cum began coming down, hitting the captain gently. The droplets soaked into his hair and across his shoulders, the air filling with potent, spicy musk. He moaned softly at the smell, his nipples firming and his shaft hardening, but unlike the others, he only associated that with Thena, with his love. Even as his robes tented sharply and his muscles firmed, it wasn't enough. His letter became more heated and lurid, mentioning what he would do to her if she was his, and what he was going to do to make her his. He began grinning sharply, but he made no other moves.

"It isn't working..." Theseus whispered.

"Perhaps we are too far away." Asterion said. Theseus nodded before he stepped away from the balcony and Asterion followed. The two moved down tight stairs, trying not to scrape their horns on the walls before they emerged the level below, coming out only to see the captain working on his cock frantically, drooling.

"Thena, oh Thena my love... I wish I had your pussy to wrap around my shaft..." The captain moaned.

"A woman?!" Asterion asked in disgust.

"Isn't every minotaur we have made in love with men?" Theseus asked.

"Yes, yes they are... except this one. Maybe he needs special treatment." Asterion said, moving forward. Theseus was surprised by the boldness but followed after. The captain continued stroking himself off, though as something wet brushed his cheek, his eyes opened up. He spotted a shaft and fell off of his perch, hitting the ground, letting out a shout.

"W-w-w-w-what are you doing out here, you can't be, against the rules!" The captain blurted, trying to put his manhood away.

"Do not be ashamed of your need young one, it is what drives us, what motivates us. Embrace it, give into yourself." Asterion said. The guard backed up quickly.

"Blasphemy! I knew the king should have put you all down when you emerged, but no, he was too busy saving himself. I was too foolish to leave his guard... but now I can take matters into my own hands." The captain said, reaching for his sword... but what his hands wrapped around instead was another sloppy phallus. The guard moaned as he snatched his hand away from Theseus' rod, his fingers already fattening, the nails hardening. He panted, sweating, resisting all he could. Slowly he backed up away from the two, trying to get away.

"I think he may need a special treatment from us." Asterion said, following.

"I agree." Theseus replied, licking his dark leathery lips. Theseus and Asterion moved to follow, but the captain turned and started to run, stumbling a bit. He wobbled with his stride, one shoe coming apart as his foot expanded, the heel widening as the toes shortened up, flesh growing out between them until they fused, looking like a wedge of a foot. His toenails spread out, though as he focused on Thena, his left foot seemed to stay mostly human. Still, it was quite the battle. His shoulders widened and then contracted, as if his body was fighting off the changes. Asterion and Theseus were troubled that their transformations were having such a wide variety of impacts, but Theseus took a few extra strides before he grabbed the captain and tore at his uniform, coming away with the cloth from the ass. The captain turned around to keep his ass from them, but he grunted as he was slammed into the wall by Theseus, pinning him there.

Theseus wasted no time grinding and humping against the guard, precum soaking through the front of his uniform until the flesh beneath started to harden and tighten. Theseus ground and rubbed before he tore at the guard's uniform more, covering his stomach and chest with sloppy seed, but the humans till seemed to be shying away from it. His eyes were clenched shut, his lips repeating the name of his love over and over again, keeping her at the forefront of his mind. Theseus looked over at Asterion uncertainly, but Asterion was thrusting his hand up and down his shaft.

For a moment Theseus wasn't sure what his partner was doing, but Asterion soon started collecting his seed in his hand, cupping it, letting the yellow white cream build up. When he had enough, he moved over, bringing his furry hand to the captain's lips. The captain grunted and kept his lips tight, but Asterion held the hand to his face, getting it up his nose and across his cheeks. The guard sputtered and coughed, realizing the only way he'd get a breath was if he tried some, though he wasn't sure it was worth his soul.

Growing impatient, Asterion began to smear and rub it all over the guard's face, getting it in his hair. The guard shuddered softly, feeling the musky stuff sinking into his skin. As Asterion rubbed, he felt two short little nubs just beneath the skin. He massaged the flesh before the horn tips pushed through, exposed to the air. With the way out clear, the horns extruded out of his head, pushing out and curling up on the ends, the thick bone rooted to his skull, changing him fundamentally.

The captain moaned and then screamed out in pleasure as the horns emerged from his head, feeling it pull some part of his humanity out with it before discarding it. The guard panted softly, feeling fuzzy and vague. He didn't yet lap up the cum, but he was starting to hold back from his resistance, giving in a little. Slowly Asterion moved to pull Theseus and the guard away from the wall, coming in behind him. Theseus looked at Asterion with a bit of a smile as Asterion sandwiched the guard between them, rubbing against him, working himself up before he tilted his cock and went to town.

The formerly straight guard gasped in shock as his virgin ass was spread so very wide, but at the same time he was surprised by the lack of pain. Asterion gave a gentle thrust, pushing his cock into the guard and the guard against Theseus, the sheet of pre covering the human's chest warming up with the close contact. Theseus thrust back and forced the guard tight around the shaft in his ass, and so the minotaurs started moving forward and back against one another, their muzzles moving to kiss gently, embracing the moment.

The captain of the guard was trapped between two full bulls, but his mind was stirring, turning in on himself. He had been so straight, so perfect, so cultured. He had his whole life planned out ahead of him, everything in mind... but now he'd been captured by his prisoners, prisoners having their way with him... and he could feel it sinking in deeper. His chest was tightening, his ass cheeks rounding; even his own shaft was starting to get harder, covered in slick cum. He grunted softly, panting, feeling the heat spread through him.

He thought about the feelings and how if he survived, he could blame it on the minotaurs. It wasn't his fault, he had been captured... but he liked it. More than that, he was finding himself unable to resist helping out. Slowly the captain gyrated his hips between himself and the minotaurs, bouncing back and forth. Every time the shaft dove down in his ass, it felt like a piece of the puzzle of his life was finally coming together. He moaned loud as a foot of cock entered, then more and more the next time.

The guard slowly reached up to grab onto something, anything for support. What his hands found were fat, thick bull nipples. He clutched Theseus' chest and hung on them like a door hanger, the nipples throbbing. Theseus grunted and snorted and moved to lick the captain's face. As the tongue passed over the flesh, swipes of saliva soaked flesh started to grow facial hair that soon turned into fur. The guard clumsily moved his head to meet Theseus' and as their lips touched, two tongues came together, wrestling for dominance.

As the guard gave in more and more, the changes to his body started up again. His left foot grew outward and fused together, forming another hoofed foot. His legs bulked up, his ass cheeks rounded and his balls swelled slowly, but mostly he was getting hairier all over. Thick curls pushed out of his chest and stomach, growing all the way down into his pubic bush. His back was growing hairy too and his arms and legs were like forests. When even his neck, cheeks and face started developing it, Asterion realized that they were further along than he expected.

The captain grunted as his jaw bone stretched, then his nose and upper lip followed. Theseus kept kissing the man as his nose widened and toughened up, his skin taking on a leathery texture. The guard felt more and more helpless against his lust, bouncing between his two lovers eagerly. Asterion reached up to pet his head as his horns grew a little more and his hair turned into fur, but the most pleasant changes came with the expanding body. His shoulders filled out more, then his arms, then his back. The guard grew taller and taller, his hips widening, his legs thickening. It was as if he was being inflated with muscle, but the end result was quite the same.

Regions of his body started to look very much like those of a minotaur between the muscle growth and fur coating, but what truly made a minotaur was the head. The guard shifted gently as his teeth flattened and his tongue grew a little more, but as his brow bone shifted and his eyes reoriented a bit in his skull, the true look of the beast finally emerged, leaving the guard behind forever. Asterion and Theseus massaged his body, caressing his muscles, ensuring that all remnants of his uniform were gone forever. Asterion moved to lift the tail the guard had developed, testing it a bit before he used his other hand to check the fur of his right wrist.

Nestled in the tuft of fur was another tail ring, one Asterion slid off of his wrist and down the new minotaur's tail before lodging it at the base. The guard let out a snort of delight, realizing his station in their new herd. Theseus broke his kiss with the guard and moved to kiss Asterion in celebration of how even the most resistant had fallen to their ways, made over in their image. Asterion moaned, nuzzling Theseus before they broke their kiss. They didn't say a word, but they knew they were running out of time before morning. If any guards were left when the king called for them, they were likely to have a very difficult time advancing. Asterion pulled out of the captain of the guard, a soft gush of semen following his cock. Asterion turned and Theseus followed. Eager not to be left behind, the guard continued after the other two, his cloven hoof trampling the letter he had been writing to his former love as he passed.

****

King Minos was a king of high station, having successful battled Athens. The sacrifices from Athens had been a reminder of his victory, to keep them in line, but it was not the only city Crete had managed to best in the new timeline. Even his bedroom was adorned with the spoils of war, from ceremonial masks to sculptures to rare vintages of wines. The king slumbered peacefully in his bed as the sun crept toward the horizon. Minos' chest rose and fell so peacefully that even the flash of blue light at his door did not awake him.

The door eased open slowly, revealing two collapsed guards outside, two tiny puncture marks in each of their necks. Pad entered slowly, licking his fangs, his solid black eyes gazing to Minos. While Pad was newly devoted to the gods, he still remembered being Phaedra, to being the daughter of the king. Pad moved over to stand by the king's bed, looking at the man that had caused so much death and had taken such joy in it, who hadn't even cared about the loss of his daughter. If the gods had willed him to live, Pad would have obeyed... but much to his delight, Minos was no longer necessary in the grand scheme of things. The gods were to have new heralds.

"Father, wake from your slumber." Pad said softly. Minos snorted a bit, shuddering before his eyes opened. He let out a soft yelp at seeing a seer by his bed before he eased up, grinning a bit, looking Pad over up and down, at his sleek blue scales and his impressive muscles.

"Phaedra, you look amazing..." Minos whispered.

"I am Pad now... Ssssseer of Olympusssss." Pad replied, looking at Minos. Minos grinned gently, leaning in a bit.

"Do you realize what this means? There is so much you and I can accomplish together now... Father and son, the visions of the gods... Crete will be able to amass more power than ever before, to spread its influence to the four corners of the world..." Minos whispered. Pad slowly grinned.

"That issssss what you sssssee? A world where the ssssun never ssssetsssss on the Cretian empire? I believe I ssssssee that as well." Pad whispered. Minos' eyes sparkled.

"You do? Truly?" Minos asked. Pad nodded.

"The cresssst of Crete will ssssspread acrossssss this world, itssss name will be known by every sssssoul... Heraldssss of the godssss will ssssspread out from this placccce, carrying the whimsssss of the two kingssss and the pantheon of godssss asssss their true purpossssse." Pad whispered.

"Oh yes, yes... The two kings of Crete, it will be amazing! You and I can start anew, like never before!" Minos grinned happily. Pad shook his head.

"You misssstake my wordssss. I am not to be king, and your time hassss ended." Pad said. Minos froze in place, looking at his 'son' with growing fear.

"What?" he murmured.

"We get one chanccccce in life and you ssssquandered yourssss. The godssss no longer need you." Pad said before bearing his fangs and striking like a viper, biting his father in the neck. Minos grunted out sharply as he felt the intrusion into his neck, but his fingers clutched the bed, tightening as he felt the tingling hot venom coursing through his veins. Pad pulled back, licking his fangs gently, watching as every beat of Minos' heart carried the venom outwards, tainting more and more of his body.

Minos slowly lost grip of the edge of the bed, falling back onto the bed, gasping for breath but unable to get any, his muscles tightening. Without new oxygen, his skin began to grow pale, looking blue for a moment before turning purple. Minos' eyes were wide, gazing upwards in shock. Even in death he didn't realize his folly, that everything he had done for selfish gain had led to his ruin. Pad shook his head.

"You are a terrible father... and a terrible king. At leasssst you will live on as a legaccccy to thosssse that follow, a lessssson of the sssselfisssh." Pad whispered, watching the last light of life drain out of Minos. Pad slowly rose to his feet once more and turned, walking out of the door past the petrified bodies of the guards outside, their flesh turned to stone with only two small dimples where he had bitten them. As the first light of day began to spill through the windows into the king's chambers, the unnatural pallor of Minos' skin began to take on an earthy lightness to it, the skin hardening and drying out into white marble.

****

The early morning was oddly peaceful, dew clinging to the grasses as they swayed in the morning breeze, filling the air with moist and sweet scents. Icarus moved along the fields covering the labyrinth, looking around with concern and wonder. It had been many years since Icarus had been so close to the palace. When his father had been forced to build the labyrinth and had become an indentured servant of the king, Icarus had been sent to the outskirts to avoid being used as leverage. Icarus knew his father had been working on a grand plan for them both to escape using a grand invention that would make the skies accessible to them both. Icarus wondered if being summoned meant it was time to escape, to leave Crete behind forever. He looked up at Zen gently, trying to gauge the man that had brought him the message.

En moved with steady purpose, leading Icarus back, his eyes looking over the palace and how oddly quiet it had been. As much as Icarus was trying to figure him out, Zen was trying to figure himself out as well. He could tell something was different, that something was missing. He had no idea that his very behavior was the clue he needed. Phaedra had robbed him of both his youth and innocence to finish her transformation, leaving him selfish enough to sacrifice Icarus for his own well being, something that never would have happened before... and Icarus was none the wiser.

"This way, we won't take a direct route in." Zen said, a smile crossing his lips as the breeze blew through his beard. Icarus glanced around, following after. Zen opened a small door near the base of the palace, leading Icarus in through the tunnels to the slave quarters. Much to even Zen's surprise, every cell was empty and opened except the last one on the row, the cell left to Daedalus. Icarus kept close to Zen, feeling quite worried about everything. As they came up to the cell, Icarus turned to gaze in, gasping in shock.

"Father!" Icarus whispered. Inside Daedalus had been chained to the wall, his wrists and ankles bound in cuffs, but beyond that he had been stripped of all clothes and covered in milky white goo. Icarus pulled out a set of pins from his tunic and quickly unlocked the door, even to Zen's surprise before he moved into the cell. Icarus trembled, seeing his father in such a state... though he seemed surprisingly strong for being a slave. Icarus crouched down, looking at Daedalus, "Father?" Icarus whispered.

Daedalus slowly lifted his head up, looking out at his son with a confused expression before a smile crossed his lips. The inventors curly brown hair shifted a bit, revealing horns that had started to emerge. As Icarus watched, his father's chest grew out a thick coating of dark brown fur that spread to his shoulders and his arms, his shaft growing perfectly erect, sliding up longer and thicker. His toes trembled and began growing together, fusing into clove hooves as the keratin spread over them. Icarus gasped in shock and sprung up to his feet, backing up, but when he bumped into something massive and warm, he turned to look over his shoulder, seeing Theseus there. Icarus gasped and backed away from the minotaur in shock, his heart racing.

"Welcome home Icarus, your father has told me so much about you..." Theseus said before he grabbed Icarus and shoved him towards his father. As Icarus fell to his father's lap, Daedalus moaned, grabbing onto Icarus.

"Son, my son, how I've missed you... Holding you in my arms, keeping you close, keeping you safe..." Daedalus whispered, his horns growing larger, his spine stretching next. Icarus trembled, trying to get free from his father's slimy grasp.

"This isn't safe, father, the minotaur got out! What has he done to you?" Icarus whispered. Daedalus chuckled.

"He didn't get out, this is Theseus, the hero that saved us all... and he gave us a way to escape our fates, to no longer be slaves to an evil king. We can be together; I can finally show you just how much... I care about you." Daedalus said, leaning in to kiss Icarus. Icarus murmured in shock as their lips met, trying to resist and pull back, but as Daedalus hugged Icarus and spread Theseus' sperm across his son's bare arms, Icarus stopped fighting quite so hard. Icarus thought how long it had been since they were close, how he had always admired and loved his father, and how there could be no one else in the world quite so special.

As Icarus forgot about his father's transformation, the young man began to gently suck and lick his father's lips before his eyes fluttered closed and embraced him fully. Icarus loved the feel of his father's beard against his face and he moved to straddle Daedalus, grinding against him gently. Theseus moved to break Daedalus' chains and free him, grinning to himself as Daedalus continued to change even as he kissed his son. Icarus' mouth filled with a thicker and longer tongue as Daedalus mouth elongated, his nostrils growing, his nose turning up. The horns were already wide and the inventor's body was covered with soft fur, but as that cum soaked body rubbed against Icarus, the changes swept into him just as fast.

Daedalus reached up to tear open Icarus' shirt, pulling him close. As the son's chest rubbed against his father's wet fur, fur grew out of Icarus just as well until they were well matched. Theseus watched in awe as the two transformed together, looking almost like mirror copies. When the father pulled back from the kiss, Icarus' face stretched out into a blunted muzzle to stay with it. Their lips clashed and thickened, their tongues grew stronger and their ears pushed out into oval cow ears at the same time, shifting and flipping down.

In the hallway, Zen had opened his new tunic to withdraw his shaft, jerking himself off gently, panting and drooling a bit. Without his innocence, seeing corruption was like a drug to him. He moaned and watched eagerly, seeing the young man he had led here changed forever with his father. Theseus too pleasured himself to see the sight, but the father and son had no objection to being watched, they merely went about everything they were doing with no hesitation and no restraint.

Daedalus moved to tear at Icarus' clothing, casting the scraps aside. He felt it ironic that he had been working on wax wings for them to escape when just staying had afforded a much better outcome to them both. Daedalus licked and slurped at Icarus' bull muzzle and Icarus chuckled, returning the favor before they kissed again. Icarus grunted gently in the kiss as perfectly white horns began pushing out of his skull, whiter than any of the others, even his father's. The two rubbed and ground, fur sprouting out of Icarus' elbows, arms, legs and even neck, growing into his hair line perfectly.

With his son's clothes ripped to shreds, Daedalus lifted Icarus up slowly, allowing his own shaft to spring upwards, and as Icarus came down, that shaft slid between his cheeks and into him. Icarus moaned out loudly, panting, starting to bounce on his father's groin, letting it slide in and out of him with ease. As Icarus' toes curled in pleasure, they grew together and stiffened, the ankles shifting as his feet became hooves. Daedalus felt Icarus grow heavier as his muscles pushed out in every direction.

Icarus' neck widened, sloping down to his shoulders rather than meeting it at a ninety degree angle. His pectorals pushed out, his abs firmed, but all that was lost under a thick layer of brown fur that rubbed his father's muscle gut. The two ground and rubbed and thrust, working at a faster and harder pace. Icarus thrashed around, fur covering his ass completely before a furry nub began pushing out above his cheeks. His tail grew in inch by inch, a tuft of fur at the end. Seeing the tail had grown in, Theseus pulled a tail ring off of his wrist and moved to slide it onto the newest recruit. Icarus jumped a bit at being touched by another man, but seeing the strapping minotaur made him tip his head backwards.

Theseus leaned down, giving Icarus an upside down kiss before he pulled back, leaving the two to their exploits. Zen had to step back as Theseus left the cell, leaving the door wide open. Daedalus and Icarus still went at it inside, their noises growing more bestial as they finished growing into their minotaur heads, fur covering their bodies entirely. Zen moaned softly, looking at them and then at Theseus. Theseus glanced back at the father and son before he turned, looking at Zen, his brows furrowing.

"I know you, don't I?" Theseus asked. Zen nodded.

"You saved my life; you took my place in the labyrinth." Zen said. Theseus looked stunned, his eyes widening.

"But... But I took the place of a boy." Theseus said softly.

"I was a boy... an innocent, young boy with no idea of the ways of adults, but now I know... I am an adult, I think like an adult... and I know you are the future. I know what my fate is." Zen said, lowering down onto his knees. He took hold of Theseus' cock and rubbed it all over his face, getting gushing streams of precum the course down through his beard before he wrapped his mouth around the thick head of the minotaur.

Theseus grunted in surprise. He had changed many individuals since his time in the labyrinth, but none had yet been so willing. The minotaur grabbed Zen's head, pulling him tightly against his groin. Zen's jaw was forced wide as the cock filled his mouth and brushed his throat before going deeper. Zen worked forward and back, guzzling down the precum as the tingling spread into him. Theseus held Zen's skull tightly, fucking his face mercilessly, grunting and snorting in desire of his own.

Zen's throat bulged with the size of the beast but he didn't gag or choke or cough, he took it all. Zen's face throbbed as his jaw and lips pushed forward around the cock, elongating. With extra mouth came extra sucking power, flatter teeth and a stronger tongue. Zen put it to use in no time, even as his beard grew into soft fur and spread up across the rest of his face, growing into his hair line, leaving his elongated face completely covered in fur. Zen gulped at the cock, using his throat to massage its length.

Deep, loud moos of pleasure came from the other cell as Icarus exploded with his first orgasm as a minotaur, spraying out thick jets of seed his father soon captured in his muzzle, the two going right back to it a moment later. Their sounds of lust only spurred Theseus on more. He thrust into Zen hard, willing himself to start letting out his cum early. Zen's cheeks bulged wide before his throat pulsed; the seed flowing into his stomach, filling it up and saturating him in moments... but unlike most humans, Zen didn't let any leak out. He captured it all for himself greedily, letting it fill him.

Zen's stomach slowly rounded a bit with the engorged stomach full of cum, but the changes began progressing far more rapidly. His arms and legs ached as the bones extended longer but many centimeters at a time, followed soon after by his spine and ribs elongating. Zen's torso stretched, growing well above average height. In less than two minutes he had gained an extra meter of height, taller than even most of the other minotaurs. His pecs were thick, his arms and legs like tree stumps. He was getting to be huge, but he was still sucking Theseus off eagerly like a slut... and Theseus loved that.

The master bull watched his creation change, growing huge first before the fur began to spread. Zen's pit hair and chest hair turned to fur first, becoming impossibly thick before it spread out, covering his upper torso with nothing left visible. The fur crept up his neck, across his shoulders, around his ribs and over his stomach. As the hair reached his arms, the arm hair thickened so much so that his skin disappeared beneath it. Zen's fingernails turned black and thickened, his hands enlarged and the change kept spreading.

As the fur reached Zen's bush, the bush turned into fur and the fur grew out across his balls, his shaft elongating and sticking out of a forest. Zen's cock pulsed in time with his heart, bobbing and wobbling, elongating more and more. It was almost ironic that his cock was soon as large as his forearm had been as a teenager, thick and long and massive, but it looked well placed on the minotaur he was becoming, complete with elongating muzzle and cow ears. Zen shuddered as his own horns pushed out of his forehead, angling up, as black as sack cloth. He slurped obediently and soon felt something bumping against his tail, only to realize he had grown a tail and it was slapping the ground. Zen shuddered and soon his cock began drizzling seed out across Theseus' legs and Theseus replied by cumming even harder, bloating Zen with even more of his cum, rewarding the young man for his good work.

The sounds of hot minotaur sex echoed out from the slave chambers to the dining halls above where Asterion, Kyros and the other minotaurs had converted the rest of the male slaves, setting the females free. The sounds of sex filled the palace as a whole, but it was only the start to all the changes that were to come, the changed that Pad had foreseen. The serpentine seer stood between the slave chambers and the dining hall, leaned against a stone wall, his clawed, webbed hand rising up and down his shaft. He couldn't resist how sexy it all was. The serpent closed his eyes, panting before he let out a trembling hiss and thick, blue cum sprayed out, splashing the wall, staining it brightly. Pad moaned, never having felt an orgasm quite as good as that of a male's.

****

The echoes of hooves on marble floors sounded like a herd of cows stampeding, but Theseus and Asterion moved with a herd of minotaurs behind them, united in common purpose. They represented a fair spread of the creatures. Some had brown fur, others black, a few gray and white. Their horns were white, brown and black. While some horns went out to the sides, others went forwards and up, giving them diversity that way as well. Some of the minotaurs were impressively strong, others had a bit of a belly, but every one was all male, all horny, and all naked. The only ornamentation came as some had nose rings, some had earrings, and many had tail rings.

Theseus and Asterion pushed through the double doors to the throne room, expecting to see Minos... and they did, at least in a way. Theseus slowed and Asterion stopped as they laid eyes on the former king, turned to stone, looking tight and worried and confused. Theseus looked to Asterion and Asterion looked around... and then from the shadows, Pad emerged. Pad was wearing a brand new blue silk robe, one that barely concealed his raging erection and did not hide his serpentine face. The minotaurs hesitated, worried they were about to be smited by the gods themselves for their insolence. Pad walked over to them both, looked in their eyes, and then knelt down, bowing his head.

"What is the meaning of this?" Asterion questioned.

"While I ssssserve the godsssss, I am to sssserve you two as well... The true kingssss of Crete, the liberatorsssss, King Asssssterion and King Thessssseussssss." Pad whispered.

"You are to serve us? How?" Theseus asked. Pad grinned, looking up.

"I already have... I ensssssured you had Icarussss so Daedalussss would remain. The two brightessssst mindsssss in all of the land, ssssserving you as your brotherssss, ssssspared the tragedy of hubrisssss. And Zen, you have no idea how loyal he will prove to be... and Minossssss will never be a threat to anyone again." Pad whispered. Theseus looked at Pad for a long moment before reaching down, lifting the seer's head by the chin.

"I know you too, don't I?" Theseus asked. The blue serpent blushed gently, his cheeks turning purple as he looked away.

"I... I wasssss once Phaedra." Pad admitted.

"And now?" Theseus asked.

"I am called Pad." He answered. Theseus smiled gently.

"Phaedra had a good heart; I hope that you managed to keep that." Theseus said.

"If you are our seer, what do you see as our next move?" Asterion asked.

"You will redefine Crete'sssss image to the world, no longer threatening them but not appearing weak either." Pad explained. Theseus considered for a moment.

"Well... What if instead of bringing sacrifices to the labyrinth, we had them send ten of their criminals, reprobates... We take threats from their hands and turn them into subservient minotaurs loyal to us?" Theseus asked. Asterion's lips trembled in desire.

"You are right... A new sort of sport. The minotaurs can go in and claim their mates, chasing them down..." Asterion whispered.

"And after, a festival, a feast and party to get them used to their new lives." Theseus said.

"Lives of sex rather than crime." Asterion replied.

"I will prepare at onccccce." Pad said before moving off. Asterion and Theseus grinned to one another with delight.

"We are kings..." Theseus said gently, moving out toward the throne. Asterion rounded it on the other side.

"It is hard to believe how far we've come... from being a trapped beast in a maze with a Greek warrior come to slay me." Asterion said, moving to sit down on the golden throne. Theseus moved to sit down on Asterion's lap, snuggling against him.

"And it was you who stabbed me with your mighty 'sword' and won." Theseus smirked. Asterion shook his head.

"It was your spirit that led us to this freedom... and I know our story will go on and on, old by the sages for ages to come." Asterion grinned.

"And now we have a celebration to look forward to." Theseus said, licking his lips.

"Let the games begin." Asterion chuckled.

****

The chatter of the crowd filled the fields above the labyrinth with the sound of a sea crashing against the greatest of rocks. The people were confused, surprised and excited all at the same time. While life at the palace had changed with the minotaurs coming out of the labyrinth, it wasn't until the new games that the people of Crete knew the difference. They had been shocked at first to see the two kings on their golden thrones, but to learn that they had been ruled almost two months that way without incident had put them at ease, at least in part. More than that, Asterion and Theseus had changed laws to make it fairer on the people. There was more food available and the words of the female slaves being released had spread far and wide of how generous the new rulers were.

So, with only a little hesitation, the people had gathered once more at the palace. Pad stood next to Asterion and Theseus, preparing himself for everything that was to transpire. He held out his hands and many glass spheres rose out of crates, flying out to hover above the grates in the ground, filling with the images of the labyrinth and projecting the image onto the grass for all the spectators to see. A line of eight minotaurs stood at the ready at entrances of their own, while Athenian prisoners were led around to the drop points to be inserted into the maze.

Unlike the sacrifices of before, the prisoners were far from innocent. They were muscled, scared, rough and tumble. Some had braided beards; others had dead, hollow looking eyes. There was one red head among the bunch, standing out on his own. They were startled by the minotaurs but pictured it all as a rather gruesome execution. They had no idea what was truly in store. As everything fit into place, Theseus looked to Asterion. Asterion nodded gently, freely letting Theseus be the voice of the kings. Theseus slowly stood and moved to the edge of the platform, looking over everyone. Pad waved his hand, enchanting Theseus' voice to carry across the crowd without much effort. Theseus took a deep breath before his lips parted and he began to speak.

"People of Crete, I welcome you here today on this monumental occasion. This marks the start of a brand new tradition for us. No longer will sacrifices be harvested from distant lands as tribute to our greatness. Now we take those souls that have done great harm and give them a chance to be reborn, to start life anew with new purpose. Today you will see the mercy of the Minotaurs, the offer of the future, and hope for us all. Today we celebrate! May the festival begin!" Theseus exclaimed. As he did so, Pad waved his hands again. Countless flowers grew up out of the field grasses, blossoming and turning to fruit at once. The patrons exclaimed in delight and started to eat at once, savoring the sweet and succulent juices, cheering in bliss at the entertainment and meal both being provided.

"Very nice my love, but we should get ready." Asterion said, standing, offering Theseus his hand.

"Back into the labyrinth." Theseus joked.

"And out of it again." Asterion replied, the two moving down the steps and over toward their own entry points. The games were about to begin.

****

The metal rumbled as the lattice rose up, dumping the first prisoner into the maze, slamming down behind him. The man looked around, grumbling gently. He reached up to stroke his beard, his earrings dangling as he moved. He started to walk, trying to figure out a strategy. Every so many meters light spilled down through grates, leaving small patches of light. The prisoner thought to himself if he could find one not being watched he could climb out, but the odds of that seemed unlikely. He moved along, turning one way and then the other, not really caring in what direction he was headed... though as he moved, he started to hear it.

Somewhere near by there were hot breaths, clomping hooves, and the faint sound of something drizzling on the labyrinth floor. The prisoner started ducking around corners, trying to get away fro the beast. As he started to hear the sounds grow more distant, he didn't realize he was moving right toward another. The prisoner barreled out into an intersection of paths only to be grabbed around the waist by Kyros, the minotaur pinning him to the wall.

"Just end it beast, get it over with!" The prisoner growled, but he grunted in shock as a thick, hard cock slapped him across his stomach.

"Oh, it's just starting." Kyros grinned before he unleashed his seed, spraying the prisoner in the face. The prisoner coughed and sputtered as it went up his nose and down his mouth. He tried to fight it, but a dazed, almost hypnotic grin soon covered his face as he began to lick up the cum, panting hard. The crotch of his tunic grew tighter and tighter before the fabric ripped and his hardening shaft emerged, blunting on the tip and thickening just as fast as it elongated. He moaned sharply, his ears stretching out, his horns pushing in and his face expanding. Soon the prisoner wrapped his mouth around the cock suckling on it eagerly, nursing on the minotaur as he became one himself.

A short distance away, Icarus and Daedalus charged along down the narrow path, chasing two prisoners they had cornered themselves. The minotaurs looked like twins except for their horns, Icarus' remaining as white as snow. They chased the two prisoners into a corner and stood their ground, grabbing their shafts, jerking them off before they grunted. Two thick streams of minotaur semen sprayed out, showering down the prisoners. For a split second they were revolted, but as the musky scent worked into their brains, they started to pant and opened their mouths, guzzling the seed down, letting it pour into their mouths as their faces pushed out into muzzles, their tunics tearing as muscled bodies grew out of them. It was a brilliant start to the festival to say the least.

While the crowd in the field above murmured and talked about the advance of the minotaurs, they were generally more hushed than before. This was not the first time they had seen sexual conquest in the labyrinths, as Asterion had converted all the male sacrifices in the last bout including Theseus, but this time they knew what to expect, they enjoyed it, they even fed off of it sexually themselves. Many of the young men had partially disrobed to masturbate in public, watching the changes, their own seed dripping down through the grates to join that of the minotaurs themselves. The musky, earthy smell rising out of the grates inflamed their senses as well, capturing their hearts and souls into the lusty embrace... and that energy in turn seemed to embolden Pad.

Pad could already see it, the world changing... Teenage boys proudly wearing minotaur horns, young men developing heir first muzzles. It was a compelling image, but it was a vision still a fair distance off. Pad returned his focus to Asterion and Theseus, moving after one of the prisoners that seemed the most risky. While most tried to escape, the eldest prisoner had tried to kill those he came near using his fists and stones, anything he could find. Theseus could not let him be a threat to the others, and Theseus knew it would not take him much to turn the prisoner to their side.

The two minotaurs split up, but the killer was too wise for that. He continued down off to the left, navigating away from them before he suddenly doubled back, knowing they expected him to only move forward... but as he turned around, he saw Asterion. Then he heard Theseus. The man bore his jagged human teeth and moved for Asterion, reaching out with his nasty fingernails. Asterion reached out with his arm and clipped the human across the chest, sending him flying back.

As the human skidded to a stop, Theseus dispassionately released his load, showering the human with his seed, washing him with it. The yellow-white cum flowed over the man so thick that his face disappeared beneath the layer of sperm. It coated every inch of him, from his nose to his lips to his eyelids. He writhed and grunted, gasping for breath only to get a mouth full of cum instead, but as he drank it in he began to thrash less and less, starting to writhe and wriggle but a little, his hands tightening and releasing.

Asterion moved over and began working himself off before he sprayed down the human too, coating him in cow slime from head to toe. Horns began pushing out of the slime, then his face warped and morphed. Fur sprouted, soaked in sperm and muscles grew... but despite everything, the prisoner started to very timidly lick his growing muzzle, becoming very passive and calm. The killer in him had been squished out, replaced by a relaxed calf mentality.

Theseus looked to Asterion with a grin before they moved on, looking for their next conquests. The kings passed Pholonius with a recruit of his own, then a pair of prisoners dipping in minotaur cum, making out with one another as they changed. It seemed that their festival was off to a very quick, very dirty, very wonderful start... though the best was surely to come. The minutes passed and more and more minotaurs seemed to be roaming the paths of the labyrinth. Asterion and Theseus started sniffing each of them, learning their scents until they learned that all ten prisoners had indeed been changed.

With the first part of the mission done, Theseus lifted his head and let out a massive moo that echoed out in every direction, summoning the beasts to him. One by one and two by two they gathered and Theseus began moving with them as a group, moving along the halls carefully before, at last, he spotted it... Dirtied with time, the string Phaedra gave him was still there... and it would still lead him to the exit. Theseus moved along triumphantly with Asterion at his side, knowing ten more minotaurs would move out of the labyrinth and into new life.

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To say the festival had been a success would have been a vast understatement. The minotaurs had emerged to the cheering rage of the gathered spectators who had left only to launch their own parade through the streets. Vendors made hats with horns and sold them and minotaur inspired foods were on sale, but the palace itself was bustling with activity. After the celebration with the masses, the new minotaurs had come back to the grand throne room for the most exciting celebration yet.

Torch light crackled and tables groaned under the weight of food. Asterion was enjoying a variety of fish and vegetables and wine, occasionally glancing to the activities in the center of the room. Theseus, however, was quite embroiled in the new sport that had come up. Ten minotaurs filled the center of the room, moving to grapple and wrestle each other, trying to establish a pecking order of the dominant and the submissive.

The former killer was the first to fall, filled in both ends by the other minotaurs. He had been given not one but two tail rings to signify how easy he was. The youngest new minotaur put up more of a fight, having grown into a brace, strong and large minotaur. He grabbed another minotaur by the horns, pulling him down towards his groin. The other minotaur resisted, not wanting to be a sub, pulling back... but as the hot, wet cock rubbed his lips, he gave in and started suckling away. The young minotaur grunted in delight, having proven himself. Icarus an into the fray long enough to slide a tail ring onto the one that had lost, barely escaping before others grabbed him, but he returned to the waiting arms of his father for another incestuous make out session. Theseus chuckled at the sight of t all, letting Asterion sit on his lap as he returned.

"It looks like it is going well." Asterion said.

"Very well... They fight like warriors." Theseus grinned, stealing some grapes from Asterion's plate.

"Well, they do take after us after all." Asterion smiled. Theseus thought about that before grinning to himself.

"Very true... We are more than just kings; we are like the fathers of this herd." Theseus said. Asterion nodded.

"And like any good fathers, we will protect them and ensure that our family line continues." Asterion said. Theseus smiled at that, leaning up to kiss his mate. Asterion returned the favor, the two lingering in the kiss for a long moment before they parted, looking back to the center of the room. The other minotaurs had paired off rather effectively, but now it seemed the different pairs were linking up to form an orgy of fury debauchery. Ten bulls went at it, fucking each other filling every orifice with cum and sliding against one another. The smell was rich with sex and it was compelling.

Kyros was the first to lunge into the fray, fucking the nearest available ass. Despite their love for one another, Icarus and Daedalus followed soon after and Pholonius jumped onto them. Asterion and Theseus watched the pile grow bigger and bigger, feeling their own instincts climbing. They simply could not resist, they could not think. All that mattered to them was sex. Asterion and Theseus let out grunts, thrusting their own shafts with their hands before they fucked the nearest available asses and mouths, disappearing into the heap.

The orgy was rich and wild and hot, including fifteen, twenty, they twenty five minotaurs. Furniture was smashed, bodies writhed, puddles of cum formed... and Pad watched over all of it, feeling the gazing eyes of the love gods gazing through him, watching it all. The story of Theseus in the old world had never turned out remotely like the new timeline, but the gods were perfectly all right with that. Things were looking up for everyone.