This choice: Creta - Happy-go-lucky metro-cow! • Go Back...Chapter #5Creta the modern minotaur! by: Trampltrum   Moving can be a huge change for people; new locations, new people and a new way of life. For Creta it was more the middle area that was relevant to her, as she had grown up in the streets of Adinah. The minotaur had fond memories of running up and down the cobbled streets, playing with the local kids and hiding from her parents briefly when they called her home for dinner.
But that was all a long time ago, during which Creta had fallen in love and tied the knot with her significant other. Although Creta’s new wife was not as familiar with all this.
“You there Emra?” The minotaur called out down the flight of stairs, as her spouse wandered up, crate in hands.
“Yeah just…taking in the sights…” Came the reply. Emra was a minotaur, just like Creta, but with pale white skin that faded to a couple of brown patches; one of which was located on her muzzle-like nose. She had long ears that drooped across her cheeks, long brown that was mostly straight except for the tips and a pair of thin gray horns that jutted backwards.
“Sooooo how’re you liking the big city?” Creta teased as she leaned over the landing, big smile across her own half-muzzled face.
“I’ve barely been here an hour…give me a little while to settle.” Emra eye-rolled as she smiled back at her wife, before dumping the crate of her belongings in their living room. It wasn’t the largest place around; there was a decent sized living room that led on to a single bedroom and another to kitchen. Inside the bedroom was another door to their bathroom.
Emra’s hooves clip-clopped loudly as she wandered around the perimeter, peeking into each room as she went.
“Like it?” Creta asked as she turned to her wife.
Emra stared as her partner entered the living room. Creta had perfect smooth coal-black skin and just as dark hair that curled naturally and laid across her shoulders. Her horns were short and gray, and her long ears flicked upwards, making her look constantly slightly surprised. Creta was also kinda chubby, with a rather pronounced bubble-butt and a belly that always just-about wobble each time she moved. This contrasted heavily with her muscular and toned wife.
“I like it has you in it.” Emra teased with a wink.
“Oooo you tease…” Creta purred as she drew close, muzzles nearly touching and her ropey tail began to slide up Emra’s hoofed foot and on towards her tough-as-iron thigh. “You that keen to try the new bed out?”
Emra kissed her partner on the lips and embraced her slowly. “I would love to…but it looks like it’s a single…and built for someone a bit shorter than us.” Emra explained before nodding in the bedroom’s direction.
“Oh dung!” Creta yelled, pouting something fierce as she went to check it for herself.
Emra chuckled, she hadn’t heard her wife swear very often, so it was quite funny to hear the light-hearted minotaur curse.
“I told the landlord we were a couple!” The darker-skinned bovine huffed again.
“Probably thought we meant business partners or something…probably isn’t very used to modern life.” Emra shrugged.
“Or he’s a pervert who wants us to scooch up together real close on a small bed, probably likes watching girl-on-girl action from a peep-hole.” Creta half joked.
“I like watching girl-on-girl action…” Emra butted in, “from a first person perspective of course.”
Creta couldn’t help giggle at that one. “I love how funny you are! …Now! Let’s get us something to eat…” The minotaur remarked, changing the subject as she began to rummage through a crate of food supplies.
As the chubby bovine sauntered into the kitchen, her wife called after her. “Don’t give me too much pork this time! You know what too much meat does to me!”
Both women were all too aware what too much meat did to Emra. When the pair first met they were still heifers; Creta fresh out of education, and Emra learning her parent’s trade. Emra’s father had taken his daughter to the big city on a trip to see where he sold his goods, and how he bartered and haggled with other traders. Creta was looking for groceries when she first saw Emra, and she cut quite a different figure to how she looked now.
The minotaur Creta saw that day was not the lithe toned woman she married, but a rotund fat teenager, with a gut like a sack of grain strapped to her waist and a face as round as a kart-wheel. They had quickly bonded when Emra subtly indicated she wanted to get away and do something more interesting; after that they exchanged addresses and kept in touch via letters, and the rest is history.
Emra had worked hard to slim down from her three hundred pound high, but it had left its mark on her. The pale minotaur’s legs and arms had never gotten that big, plus when she began to exercise seriously all that fat under her skin was replaced with muscle. But no amount of muscle could replace her huge gut and blobby double-chin.
So Emra had been left with a lot of excess skin around her neck and stomach. She was extremely sensitive about it, and even the carefree Creta didn’t dare to try and comfort Emra about it; the topic would just upset her. And she certainly had to be careful with Emra’s portion sizes; the poor woman had such a terrible metabolism that just a bit too much dessert forced her to train like mad for weeks to drop the weight it put on her figure.
As the muscular woman waited, Creta busied herself in the kitchen. She thought of herself as a not-too-bad cook, and longed to work in the kitchens of the tavern she worked in to improve her craft. But she did love playfully interacting with the patrons; she got on with them very well and would miss them if she was stuck in the back rooms cooking all day, so she took out her culinary interests at home. It was part of the reason why her uniform had been getting a little snug around the waist as of late.
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“Ok hun, dig in!” Creta beamed as she laid out her creation on the couple’s small table. It wasn’t anything fancy, just some grilled meats and vegetables, but she was proud of it.
The pair mostly ate in silence, with occasional words of praise from Emra. “Mmmm, love what you did with the pork…” The long-horned woman stated, filling her mouth with another forkful.
“Hehe, I just covered it in some simple spices before I cooked it.” Creta laughed off modestly; “But if you really want to experience some fine dining, we gotta find you a job. My barmaid work will cover the rent and food…but not much else. If we want to live as lavishly as the king’s harem, we gotta really rake in the money.” She wasn't lying, Creta had lived modestly after moving out of her parents house. Her clothes were simple and plain, but comfortable. Thankfully she saved money on shoes because of her all-terrain hooves, it made up for how expensive minotaur clothes were. It took a lot of material to cover an 8-foot tall person.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be looking around town tomorrow as dawn breaks.” Emra replied as she swallowed her mouthful.
“And until then?” Creta asked with a wink.
Emra leaned in until her muzzle was against Creta’s ear, and whispered “We shall enjoy the single bed…”  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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