The Ancient Maze: R’s Prize.

Prize drawing for R from last YCH contest, based on his story!

Here you can read it:

Explorer’s Log – Entry #17

Name: Bramble the Bear

Species: Brown Bear (luxuriously fluffed, shamelessly plush)

Objective: Acquire Bull Milk for Ice Cream Experiment #42

Location: The Labyrinth of Horns

Word of this maze first reached me from an old, half-tipsy weasel merchant at the Velvet Tusk Tavern. Said there’s a beast in there—a huge bull, hulking and proud, with milk so rich and creamy it could turn any frozen dessert into an aphrodisiac. Naturally, I packed my churn, spoon, and a flask of honey (for bargaining… or bribery).

The air is thick in here—like the maze knows I’m sweet and soft and maybe not meant for something this… dangerous. Every turn feels tighter, the stone walls warm underpaw. I can’t tell if I’m blushing from exertion or the way my belly jiggles with each step. The torchlight dances on mossy carvings, all horned figures and scenes of offerings… and pleasure?

Entry #18

He’s close. I can smell him now—earthy, masculine, creamy. My whiskers twitch. I found hoofprints the size of dinner plates. There’s steam rising from deeper within the stone corridors. I keep imagining broad hands gripping my shoulders, deep laughter in the dark. What if he doesn’t want to share? Or worse—what if he does, but wants payment in… kind?

Entry #19

The walls hum. My fur’s damp with sweat—or is that anticipation? I paused to catch my breath against a pillar, and it was warm, pulsing. This place is alive. Or maybe I’m just imagining things now. My churn is getting heavy, and I may have whispered sweet nothings to it earlier.

Entry #20

I heard him. A deep snort. The scrape of hooves. A shadow bigger than any I’ve seen stretched around the next bend. My heart’s pounding like a tribal drum. I should turn back. I won’t. I came for cream—but I think I want the whole bull.

If this is the end of my entries, tell them: Bramble chased the taste of ecstasy into the arms of a beast. And maybe—just maybe—he got more than he bargained for… and just enough to make a very, very special batch of ice cream.

I think I’m going to need a bigger churn….