	
	The sudden blackness of the sky caused Crysanthos to shiver in the grass where he lay. It was a starless night; and pleasantly cool, although Crysanthos didn't think much of it. He had long wished to go to the overlook that rose above the town, but he had never gotten the chance. Tonight felt like as good a time as any. Once Crysanthos reached the Lover's Overhead, he regretted not going sooner. It was quiet and so serene; it was a place he could rest, and not fear his troubles. It was the night before the Colosseum opened, come dawn the town would be more hectic than usual. Wrapped only in a sheer, silken fabric, he took in the natural beauty of the calm town. Crysanthos sighed as the night wind sending the white sheet billowing out behind him. The breeze caressed his slender, orange figure, causing him to let out a silent moan of pleasure. Such a wonderful feeling for someone who had remained a virgin all his life to the joy of his father. The King had made it clear that Crysanthos would have many opportunities for starting a new generation, but he would have to stay pure, for the sake of their bloodline. “Bloodlines be damned.” Crysanthos whispered to the wind. “I wish I could leave this place, and be loved as anyone else. No attachements other than love.” The wind abruptly grew stronger; almost causing him to let go of the cloth covering. The sky cracked with the strength of thunder and a quick flash of white. Crysanthos fell to his knees, he was frightened at first until he heard the distant call. It sounded neutral in gender and originated from somewhere above him. “Your wishes have not been unheard. Such a unfortunate being, but still hopeful for love. Your desires are heartfelt, and your answer will be behind you.” There was another bright gash across the motionless sky, and then, Crysanthos heard no more. He knelt there for what seemed to be a years passing. Crysanthos felt tears running down his soft cheeks, matting the fur beneath his eyes. Truly; this was a sign from the Gods themselves. He hadn't been a believer before now, but this had just changed. The words of the Gods suddenly resounded within his mind. “Behind me?” Crysanthos stood up and turned slowly around to face the Forlorn forest. He knew the dangers of the Forlorn forest well; many a legend had circulated about the town, of the treasures in the center and the monstrous forms of death that had awaited so many. It seemed possible; none who had gone in ever came back out. The King hadn't dared to destroy it, just keep the townsfolk away. Crysanthos quivered when he felt prowling eyes observing from along the row of trees. What he couldn't see was a dark shape moving swiftly among them. Crysanthos had faith in the gods; but didn't want to die here. He turned back towards the town. The stillness was interrupted by a blast of wind which flung him to the base of the trees. “I get it alright? I'm going!” He wrapped the white silk cloth close to himself, and silently walked into the darkness. Once he had gone a few feet in, Crysanthos took one look back in shock. The entrance had disappeared, hidden by thick, green overgrowth. The cries of a large unseen animal echoed off the trees; startling him. Having no other choice; the trembling fox walked toward where he thought the center might be. After a long, unsteady trek through the roots of the tall trees; Crysanthos noticed that there was eerie silence all around. Nothing stirred or cried out to him. As the fox looked skyward, he suddenly realized that the leafy flora had gotten so tall, he couldn't see the branches that made up the upper layer of the forest. The total darkness seemed as though it were shifting and swirling around the trunks of the trees themselves; like a heavy fog. The disturbance he heard next caused him to yelp quietly. It was a great snorting sound and a smaller, yet truly upsetting noise sounded in tandem with the rhythmic grunting. It sounded like an animal being butchered, and yet, something seemed wrong about it. Trying to stay calm; Crysanthos moved towards the noises, preparing to see the horrid scene ahead. A beam of light shot through the trees; he had found the clearing in the central area of the ominous forest. When he slowed to a snail's pace near the tall bushes that surrounded the area; he realized that his lip was trembling uncontrollably. The low huffing and growling grew faster and louder as he drew up to the tall underbrush. He moved so slowly that he was barely moving at all. Crysanthos drew back the leaves and clapped a paw over his mouth to stifle a scream. A gargantuan Minotaur, which Crysanthos noted was a male, was thrusting his large hips toward a female cow's back end. The Minotaur had grossly over-sized testicles, and was pumping like a stallion in and out of the feral cow's vulva with, from what Crysanthos could see was his erected organ; which was bigger than Crysanthos's whole arm. Crysanthos felt nauseous, he didn't want to see anymore of this rough, bestial coupling. Then he noticed that the Minotaur was thrusting slower now, trying to hold back his climax. Crysanthos's reeling mind screamed for him to run; but it would have alerted the rutting Minotaur to his voyeuristic presence. He couldn't have moved if he wanted to. The bull suddenly grabbed the cow's tail and pulled her close; vocalizing as a bellowing roar tore from his throat. The cow arched her back and let out a mooing cry, and Crysanthos saw that the bull was all the way to his pelvis within the cow. As the bull obviously ejaculated directly inside the cow's cervical entrance; their combined sexual fluids ran freely down the cow's inner thighs and dripped to the grass-covered floor. Crysanthos felt like weeping as the bull shuddered, loosened his grip on the bovid's hind legs and hunched over the cow's back; exhausted from their similarly powerful, wet orgasms. The bull gently stroked her side and rubbed the cow's head in the afterglow, and an eternity seemed to pass; the two partners locked in emotional high. What happened next seemed as though it was drawn-out to the tearful fox. The Minotaur slowly stood upright and patted the cow on the rump, then slowly as his erection subsided, moved to the side and slipped his member out of the cow's swollen, red vagina. A thick white substance flowed in a stream out of the cow, causing Crysanthos to skip a breath. The Minotaur had mated her so much that about thirty seconds passed before the flow of semen became an slow, seeping blob on her slightly looser labia, she had obviously been in heat. This was all Crysanthos needed to see, before he began to sob quietly. He had never witnessed such a beast's mating process before; he was now in a shocked mental state at the barbarous act. Crysanthos wanted to go home so severely now; he would never again question his father's behavior. No wonder he was so sheltered. He looked through the bushes one last time; to make sure the pair hadn't noticed him. The cow was just walking the opposite way into the trees, evidently oblivious to the watcher in the shrubs across from her. She seemed alright for such a rough sexual encounter; this reassured Crysanthos that she would soon forget the traumatic event. Something was absent as Crysanthos observed; the bull had vanished, leaving a pool of seminal fluid behind. The fox wiped the tears from his eyes as he rose to flee from this horrible place and get home. He suddenly was aware of a large being behind him. “Please no...” Crysanthos gasped. His worst fears were soon realized. He spun on his feet and stared straight up; into the giant bull Minotaur's blood-red eyes.