You can’t create calories that way, only transfer them. But if you have a skinny bard and a fat minotaur, it can work and also is definitely someone’s fetish.
Minotaurs, if anything like their brahman brethren, can get nutrition from all kinds of roughage that us puny primates can’t. So while we’re scrambling around for nuts and goodberries, they can make a meal of all the weeds sprouting in terrible soil, and the odd hay bale lying around to feed someone’s horses.
TL;DR: They could feasibly turn what we consider indigestible garbage-plants into calorie-rich milk.
You can’t create calories that way, only transfer them. But if you have a skinny bard and a fat minotaur, it can work and also is definitely someone’s fetish.
Minotaurs, if anything like their brahman brethren, can get nutrition from all kinds of roughage that us puny primates can’t. So while we’re scrambling around for nuts and goodberries, they can make a meal of all the weeds sprouting in terrible soil, and the odd hay bale lying around to feed someone’s horses.
TL;DR: They could feasibly turn what we consider indigestible garbage-plants into calorie-rich milk.
That’s true and adds much-needed realism to my nurtured-by-a-minotaur fantasies.
Especially if the minotaur is a dude
“I have nipples, Greg, could you milk me?”
The dude minotaurs very much enjoy being milked.
UwU