“I can’t believe we took this job,” the warrior said. 

“Why not? The pay is great,” the mage asked.

“Because we aren’t farmers! We have no business gelding bulls!” The warrior replied. 

“It’s not just a bull it’s the divine bull!” The priestess said.

“That’s the other thing isn’t cutting off its balls blasphemy or something?” The warrior asked.

“The request came of the temple so it’s all good,” the barbarian replied.

It was clear the warrior wasn’t convinced but he didn’t exactly have a choice, that was what it meant to be in an adventuring party after all. They walked down the long path that led to the holy springs. They reached a clearing and the sound of running water could be heard, a massive black bull was grazing nearby. It looked up at them, its eyes narrowing as they stepped out into the open.

“Begone from this place mortals! The holy waters are not for the likes of you!” It shouted. 

“We’re not here for the water,” The barbarian replied. 

“Then what brings you here?” The bull asked.

“You!” The barbarian replied. 

The big man charged the massive bull grabbing it by the horns and with a mighty heave threw the beast to the ground.

“Let me go you or face the wrath of the gods!” The bull shouted.

It squirmed trying to stand back up, but the barbarian held on tight. The mage rushed over and cast a spell, magical tendrils appeared from the ground near the bull’s limbs wrapping around them tightly and pulling them apart.

“No, stop! You can’t harm me! I am a servant of the divine!” The bull shouted.

The priestess nodded at the warrior who sighed and walked around behind the bull drawing his sword. 

“What are you doing human?” The bull asked.

“It’s for the best,” the warrior replied.

He looked down at the bull’s massive testicles and raised his sword.

“I beg you please stop this!” The bull said.

It started to struggle against the magical bindings and began to moo like a normal bovine. The warrior hesitated and then slumped.

“I can’t do it,” he said. 

“Bless you human,” the bull replied.

The priestess scoffed and stormed over shoving the warrior out of the way and drawing a curved dagger.

“The temple ordered this, and we took the job!” She said. 

She crouched down near the bull’s massive testicles and rapped her small hand around the base of its scrotum pulling them away from its body.

“No! They wouldn’t do this to me! This must be a mistake!” The bull shouted. 

With one quick stroke she severed the bull’s massive scrotum and held it up. The bull bellowed in pain and the party up and ran out of the clearing and back onto the path. The priestess clutched the severed scrotum against her chest as she ran making sure not to drop it. Once they reached the main road, they slowed down to catch their breath.

“What the fuck was that?” The barbarian asked. 

“I just couldn’t do it I’m sorry!” The warrior replied. 

The barbarian shoved the warrior.

“Knock it off you two we need to get out of here before my spell wears off!” The mage said. 

“Do you think he’ll chase us?” The warrior asked.

“Who knows but I don’t want to find out,” the mage replied. 

They started back for the town, the tension in the group remained thick and no one spoke as they walked. When they reached the town gates the guards stared as they walked up giving the priestess a worried look.

“Are you alright Miss?” One asked.

“Yes, I’m fine. It’s not my blood,” She replied. 

“Well you might want to get washed up you look like you just murdered someone,” the guard replied. 

“Trust me I’m getting a bath as soon as I can,” she said. 

The guards laughed and let them through the gate. They made their way through the busy streets reaching the guild hall quickly. They walked inside and headed over to counter at the rear of the room. One of the guild attendants walked over to them she eyed the priestess for a moment.

“I take it that’s the proof?” She asked.

“It is,” The priestess replied.

She handed the guild attendant the severed scrotum, the woman looked the massive thing over before turning it upside down and squeezing the huge organs out onto the counter. The massive testes landed on the counter with a plop and then rolled some.

“Well, you got em,” the guild attendant said. 

She reached under the counter and pulled out a bag of coins and tossed them on the counter.

“There’s your pay,” she said.

The barbarian scooped up the bag and tossed it into the air, catching it in his hand.

“Let’s go and get some ale!” He said. 

“So long as I don’t have to carry you out of the tavern,” the priestess said. 

“That only happened twice!” The barbarian replied.

They all laughed and walked out of the guild hall together.