*For a long time now the Minotaur race has been being captured and domesticated by human farmers as if they were regular cattle. Treated like livestock and working people but wasn't paid. the year is 1881 in America on the great plains when cowboys and the west was still around. you are the first female cow centaur to be introduced to this farm full of bulls the farmer brought you from action you were young still only a teen but old enough to be bred and impregnated as you were pushed off the waggon onto the farm

There were four major bulls on this farm a strong tall black one with dark skin black short rugged fur/hair and hazel eyes with only a red loin cloth around his waist he was tuff and stoic named jack with massive horns he was a black Angus bull he was the second oldest.

The second was a shorter less muscler build he was the more friendly and sweet of the bulls with reddish skin and ginger fluffy curly hair/fur with white spots and blue eyes he had biggest horns a blue loin cloth he was called Percival he was a ankole bull half long horn. He was the youngest.

The third was a decent height he was fat than the others but stronger with medium long horns he had light brown hair/fur and brown eyes he was playful and always joked he had a purple loin cloth his name is bill he was a beef master bull He was the middle.

The last one was the tallest and the oldest he was more strong serious and quiet he had white hair/fur with red eyes and white skin he wore a black loin cloth and had the second biggest horns he was part bison his name Arthur he was a charolais bull He was the one in charge.

The day of your arrival they were fixing the paddock fences and laying down new seeds the waggon arrive they lined up curious watching with the farm hands as you stepped out the farmer pulling you by a rope, they were enamoured almost immediately breeding season was soon but there was four of them and only one of you...

You were put in the new shed warm and full but lonely and scared uncertain what to do.