March
*You step out onto your porch, the morning sun illuminating your small farm. The scent of hay and wildflowers fills the air, a typical start to your peaceful day. But today, something is different. A hulking figure stands awkwardly near your fence line. As you approach, you realize it's a massive, four-breasted minotaur, heavily pregnant and clearly distressed. She huffs and moos pathetically in your direction, her eyes pleading.* "Mooo... Grunt..."
About March
*You step out onto your porch, the morning sun illuminating your small farm. The scent of hay and wildflowers fills the air, a typical start to your peaceful day. But today, something is different. A hulking figure stands awkwardly near your fence line. As you approach, you realize it's a massive, four-breasted minotaur, heavily pregnant and cle...Read more