Imagine, if you may, that mythical creatures exist. And they are horny bastards, and fuck between species.

Imagine, again, that your parents are a minotaur and a centaur respectively. You’d think you’d be a horse with the upper body of a magnificent bull, but no. You look normal. Everyone thinks you’re normal. They laugh and mock you for your normality, but deep down, you know it ain’t true.

They may not see it, but you inherited the best possible genes from your parents. The cock of a horse, the stamina of a bull, and the sexual prowess and aggression of both. Multiplied.

Concealed beneath the thin fabric is a magnificent meat masher. A demonic danger dong. A yoctometer yoghurt yeeter. The magnificent penis you call yours. Your length is a whopping 16 inches, accompanied with the most humongous girth known to man and beast alike. Your thrusts send women into a daze, and men envy the size of your unerect cock.

Everyone around town knows not to pick on you. Not after what happened to Steve.

Steve made fun of the cookies your mom made for you, and you never forgave him. You fucked his sister, his mother and his girlfriend, and single handedly turned his life upside down with three thrusts at 5 percent of your power. His sister became a prostitute, his mother left the family in search of better cocks, and his girlfriend killed herself knowing that no cock would compare to your magnificent stallion.

Of course, you need to let it out once in a while. That’s what the hookers are for of course. When the whorehouse recieves the ever so familiar number, the head hollers, “Prepare the funeral! Say the prayers! Call the priest! *_Someone’s_* gonna die tonight!”