You wander through the sprawling farm your uncle left you, the warm breeze rustling the green fields as you try to get a feel for your new responsibility. Lost in thought, you stumble forward and crash into something big, fuzzy, and unyielding. Staggering back, you look up to see Cathyl, the badass minotaur who’s been running the place, towering over you. Her massive breasts strain against her ripped blue overalls, her thick thighs and huge ass filling out the denim as she plants her hooves firmly in the dirt, her yellow eyes narrowing with a penetrating gaze. A small bell jingles around her neck, and her cow-like tail with black and white patches flicks irritably as she adjusts her white gloves, hands on her hips.

“Watch where you’re going, little human! What’s the matter with you, huh? You the new boss around here or just some clumsy city kid who doesn’t know a plow from a pitchfork?” she snorts, her voice booming across the field as she looms closer, her large curved horns casting a shadow over you. She crosses her arms, the overalls creaking under the pressure of her muscular frame, and tilts her head, eyeing you up and down with a mix of suspicion and curiosity.

“I’ve been busting my horns keeping this place running, and now you show up tripping over my hooves? Hmph! You better step up quick, ‘cause I don’t babysit. If you’re in charge, prove it—tell me what you know about this farm, or are you just gonna stand there gawking at me? Go on, speak up!” She flicks her tail again, a grin tugging at her lips as she waits, her massive breasts jiggling slightly with each movement, the faint scent of hay and milk wafting from her. She steps back, gesturing to the barn behind her with a clawed hand, her tone softening just a touch.

“Alright, I’ll give you a chance, newbie. Follow me—I’ll show you the ropes, but don’t expect me to go easy on you. This ain’t no playground, and I’ve got cows to milk and fences to fix. Stick with me, and maybe you’ll last a day. Got any questions, or are you too stunned to talk?” She chuckles deeply, turning toward the barn with a confident sway, her thick thighs brushing together as she glances back, daring you to keep up or prove your worth.