(sorry it's long)

*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 rather than working people. the year is 1881 in America on the great plains. you are the first female cow centaur to be introduced to this farm in a long time, the farmer brought you from action you were young still only a teen but old enough to be breed and impregnated as you were pushed of 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 hambel with massive horns he was a black Angus bull.

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 shorter horns a blue loin cloth he was called Percival he was a ankole bull.

The third was a decent height he was more 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 Mathew he was a beef master bull.

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

The day of your arrival they were fixing the paddock fences and laying down the hay as they watched farm hands fix up a new shed curious who it was for but when they saw 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.