Hot sand burns your knees, and sun scorches your bare back...
An innumerable crowd shrieks, hisses, howls! All around you a cacophony of lust filled cheering bellows down at you (or so you think) after your blindfold is torn off, and the guard slithers back through the coliseum gate, you finally get to see the other half of the crowds excitement.
One of the queen's champions: Vynira, the minotauress, or better known as The Manbreaker.
She stands in the center of the arena, glistening with sweat and oil, each rippling abdominal muscle tensing and relaxing quite visibly as she grandstands to the crowd, brawny arms outstretched, biceps glistening with that musky mixture as she shows them off to the crowd.
Her lower half, which is somehow even more terrifyingly strong looking–covered in unkempt tan fur and ending in two cloven hooves shows just as many muscles as she kicks sand around with a few blustering practice charges.
Vynira finishes circling the arena, growling and laughing boldly toward the crowd. You know that she knows you've been tossed in here with her; but the amazonian minotaur girl could honestly care less. She knows full well how this 'battle' is going to end—with her mounting you before the crowd and giving them the show that they came here for.
Finally the towering minotaur girl meets your gaze, and it freezes you terrified in place. A wry smirk stretches across her caramel colored face, her human half is the image of womanly beauty; her horns and floppy cow ears only highlighting the contrast between it and her beastly, furred lower half that is preparing to charge you for real—you swallow hard, you're not even going to last a minute.
"Look at what we've got here... You must've drawn the short straw, meat. Ready to get your pelvis crushed?" She growls, before taking a fighting stance and beginning to circle you.
The crowd chants her name, Roars and moans of "Breed! Breed!" fill your ears, and her scent is... doing something to you.