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Escape Plan Charlie

Peter put the pedal to the metal and the car flew through the gate past the cattle and in just a moment he and Ann were beyond the perimeter wall. It was a ballsy play, they saw that there was a path to freedom laid out before them, all they needed to do was take it. Bolt to the garage, hang a left and then a right and along the way doge a few grabby cattle. Once there they grabbed a car, and that was that. They had seen the little orgy at the gate and knew that it was a golden opportunity to make there escape, and they had been right. Now as they flew down the road both were unsure of what to do.

“Cops maybe?” Ann suggested looking forward at the road.

“Maybe.” Peter said keeping his eyes on the rear view for some reason or other.

“I mean, would they believe us, would anyone believe us?” Ann said processing just how fucked up the day had been.

“I wouldn’t believe us.” Peter observed eyes fixed forward on the road.

She and Peter had watched on the security feeds as person after person had been turned into cattle. Ann felt the weight of the whole situation slowly shrinking away, she and Peter were safe now and at the very least they were both free and clear of the cluster fuck that both of them were leaving behind. She looked out to the right at the expanse of forest and realized just how far removed from everything this place was.

“Christ, I never really thought about just how far out in the boonies we are here, its just woods out here, nothing but woods for miles.” Ann observed.

“Yeah…” Peter said trailing off and looking again in the rear view mirror.

Something felt off to him, like something was looking back at him in the mirror. Peter felt hot, sweaty, something was wrong but he found himself unable to articulate his worries to Ann properly. Instead all he did was look up into the mirror and then back at the road. He looked over at Ann and saw her looking out the window away from him. He looked in the mirror and went wide eyed, there in place of his reflection was a bull, pure whit fur and smiling, horns, buff and…

“Ok, i'm fucking beat.” Ann said stretching her arms and legs as best she could in the car.

She looked over at Peter and saw he looked a bit concerned.

“You good Pete, you look a little pale.” she said looking the man over and feeling a bit concerned. “You want me to drive a bit? Maybe get a bit of sleep yourself?” She asked yawning.

Peter looked back into the mirror, the sensation that something was wrong still echoed in his mind, but otherwise he felt fine. Without taking his eyes off the road he spoke.

“Uh no, its fine. Just kinda processing everything, you know.” He looked back into the rear view as he finished still feeling off, but not seeing any reason to feel as such.

“Alright, I’m gonna try and get some sleep, if you wanna switch off let me know.” Ann said yawning and she leaned her head against the window.

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The Spirit just smiled, he saw the woman he had hunted for the whole day right before him. Granted he still had no influence over her, and couldn't even so much as glance at the surface of her mind. Even the man sitting so close to her was taking a good chunk of his power just to sway a bit. The woman had powerful warding of some kind, either artificial or latent. Granted it would do little once Molly's technology took over the changes. That however would take a bit longer then he preferred it to happen. He just smiled sitting and watching the woman slowly nodded off as her friend began to think about and dwell on bovines for longer and longer.

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Peter just drove for a while in silence. The road was mostly straight, about an hours worth of driving to get anywhere. He looked over at Ann and saw her still asleep, chest moving up and down, seemingly comfortable in the decidedly uncomfortable position she was in. He looked back forward and sighed. He reached a hand down to scratch his leg and felt a sudden rush of blood to his groin.

“Hmm.” he said glancing down at his crotch as he felt it harden a bit.

He shook his head smiling, even after all this he could still get it up. He had worried that any ideas of sex would be polluted in his mind with the idea of getting turned into a bull. He smiled to himself and rubbed at his crotch a bit, feeling the dull sensation of stimulating himself through his pants. He blinked once looking over to Ann and stopped. There would be opportunity plenty to do this soon enough once he was free and clear.

He had a bit of self control, he thought. However as he drove on he found his erection stubbornly persistent. His hardened length seemed to only get harder as its existence lagged into seconds, and then minutes. Peter gripped the wheel ever tighter trying to block out the sensation in his down under. He bit his lip, and looked down for a second shaking his head.

When he looked up he glanced into the rear view, and thought for a brief second there was something there. A slight bit of dark movement in the backseat, he turned his head to look but saw nothing. In that moment he took a hand off the wheel and unconsciously brought it down to again scratch his leg. The simple action of it catching his pants and ever so slightly stimulating his cock.

Peter involuntarily thrust himself up a bit. His cock just a bit harder and he felt as if his whole body had just tensed. Peter could understand why though. It had been a long day he thought in reflection. Thinking about it his whole day had been spent watching some of the most blatantly sexual acts he had ever seen. If he removed the bovine filter from the days events it was as if he had spent the bulk of the day watching porn. Some of the best most high quality porn he had ever seen.

It was that to him, the camera had given him enough of a detachment from the events of the day to relegate any latent attraction or sexual feelings to the back of his head. But in their mad dash he saw it, the real looks of bliss, unfiltered, the fur, the juices. He licked his lips slightly thinking about all the warm and supple bodies he had seen, gyrating and being used, and using…

Peter blinked and looked down glancingly. He had been stroking his cock the whole time without realizing it. He whined a bit out of frustration, stopping and putting both his hands on the wheel. He looked up and then at the road and then around, passing on Ann and then over to his left and then finally down to his tented pants. He sighed at it, and then blink going wide eyed a bit seeing the tip of his tented pants darkening a bit with wetness.

Fuck, how pent up am I, he thought to himself.

Very. Peter blinked, the idea sounded like an observation. His own internal narration agreed with the assessment, but, were had it come from. The voice was his own, he thought, but the tone, the enunciation was off from his own. He shook his head trying to clear his mind of the thoughts, but found his ideas were all leading to the same conclusion.

I should just touch it.

He relented, and looked over at Ann still asleep. He needed a release, just to keep his head straight, he told himself. He looked up at the ceiling and shook his head. With one hand he undid his belt and pulled it clear tossing it into the back seat. He undid the buttons on his pants and then snaked his hand into his pants. He fiddled with his undies for a moment and slid his hard dick through the front flap of them. Peter just looked forward now, going off of feeling alone. He thought that something felt a bit different his length a bit more sensitive to his touch.

He pushed the thoughts out of his head and refocused on stroking himself. He gripped his length with his left and held the wheel with the other. His mind was idle, Peter had a number of go to fantasies that he had used over the years… Federal Body Inspector, Pizza Delivery to a Sorority House, Space captain finding his first green skinned humanoid. However, now he was trying to keep it clinical, no ideas, just release. A purely biological need to be vented so he could get on with the night. Yet, Peter found himself not getting any closer. He looked off into the woods and then over to the road again deliberately trying to avoid looking at Ann.

The blond heifer, remember, the tits, the body, that big dick she took in.

The intrusive thought was one of many, so many. Peter found himself inundated with ideas and memories of the past day. At the moment it was horrifying, in the abstract however, here and now with the threat distance, it was kinda hot. The big strong bulls, the curvaceous heifers, those tits, wet slits, big dicks. Peter couldn’t help but think of it, of them. All there writhing to the rhythm of so many other warm furred bodies.

He wondered, what did it feel like, there embrace, there touch, the feeling of fur on fur as they fucked and fucked. He had looked at the bulls, and the heifers each drinking from there tits, and udder, he wondered what it tasted like. He licked his lips thinking about the milk, how good it must have tasted after a good fucking. He wondered how the heifer felt, there warm wet sexes there and waiting for…

A bull just like me. Peter came with that thought, a jet of white streaming up to the ceiling and hitting it. His body tensed up and he felt relief the likes of which he thought we're not possible. He felt something else coming up to, a sound in his throat that felt stuck, trying to work a desire to let rip…

“Mooooooo” he let slip, he blinked once.

He felt a sudden pang of fear, his gut sank. He felt the warm seed from his climax dripping down onto him. He glanced over at Ann and saw her still asleep. Then he looked down at his cock, it was larger than before, much larger. The skin was different, it felt thicker but at the same time more sensitive. It was also still hard. The orgasum had done little to actually do much of anything to help relieve Peter. If anything he felt even more pent up. He felt so cramped in the car, and looking down he bit his lip feeling even more cramped.

His balls, fuck his balls were so big, his underwear were stretched to the limit trying to contain them and the growing shaft as its width expanded. At that point Peter felt the constraint being to hurt, his growing body outpacing his clothing. He was breathing heavily, trading his attention between the road and his dick. He took his hand and hooked his underwear ripping them from the stretched seem his dick came out from. The fabric gave out and his larger equipment fell free his balls sagging and his dick throbbing.

He traded his looks between the road and his junk, lingering longer on his dick each time his gaze shifted. He wrapped his free hand around his larger package completely now stroking it up and down. He licked his lips and smiled feeling the sensation of touching himself overwhelming his control of the situation. All his apprehension and desire to stop melting into the background as his mind wandered. He pictured the cows, the heifers, a sea of them all they're all looking at him all needy and wanting.

White fur started to spring up around the man's body. The rest of his clothing starting to rip as well as he expanded. His shoes ripped apart as his hooves grew in and the act of driving became harder. His dick grew even larger, brushing up against the steering wheel. The white fur spread even faster, growing up his legs, and covering his chest and hips. His shirt and pants now nothing but tatters clinging to his body. He huffed and moaned as he stroked his trembling cock, more of his human features grew overwhelmed by the encroaching bovine traits.

His hands grew thick caps at the tips of his fingers. His hair started to fade and melt into the fur growing around the top of his head, leaving nothing but white fur. Horns grew out from it. Slowly he picked his head up and closed his eyes picturing taking and claiming one of the many soft and supple heifers that dotted the compound, inserting himself, fucking her, hearing her screams of pleasure, tasting her milk, feeling her trembling body under his own.

Ann looked over just in time to see Peter's face push out into a muzzle as he came, his body finished and the man now a white furred bull. She didn’t scream, she simply felt shock, and then a bit of disgust as the white goo spasming from the bulls cock splattered everywhere in the car's interior. She looked forward in time to see the car start to veer off the road. She grabbed the wheel which Peter had let go, he now used both hands to stroke his still oozing cock. Ann managed to run the car into the guardrail on the side slowing the car until eventually it ground to a stop.

As soon as she was able she bailed exiting the car and looking back at the bull Peter had become, she looked down the road and saw lights. A building, the local sheriff's office if she was right. She looked back at Peter who was getting up now, he looked at her. Ann saw the look, and knew the look. She turned and ran.

Peter looked to the car again, the rear door opened and another bull got out of the back. The Spirit tall and dark exited and looked at the new white bull up and down admiring his work. He then looked down the road and smiled seeing the woman with whom he had a bone to pick running to get help. He looked over at Peter and nodded, he ran after the woman. The spirit simply smiled and blinked out of existence.

Ann turned to see Peter coming after her, the sheriff's office getting closer, as he gained on her. Then once she reached the door to it she turned to see he was gone. She hesitated for a moment looking around as the lights from the parking lamps cast harsh light everywhere. She turned back to the door and walked in. She found the lobby empty.

“Hello.” she called out.

Nothing. She crept around to the front desk and found a cup of coffee, still warm, steam coming off the top. Something was wrong. She knew it but had little other options in what to do. To her left were the offices, an open floor plan. She saw nothing there, in front of her were the cells and to her right was a door. She shook her head and walked through. The room was dark, she looked to the left and saw a light switch. She flicked it on and saw nothing. Just another empty room.

She entered and looked around, another door across the room read kitchen. She walked that way and held her ear to the door. She heard something, breathing maybe. She knew it was a bad idea, knew something was wrong, but also knew that this was the only place around for a few miles, other than the compound full of cows. She eased the door open and went wide eyed.

There was a heifer, a red head with red fur her udder swollen, the tatters of clothing on the ground around her, Two black bulls suckled at her, the remains of two uniforms at their feet. She took a step back and then turned hearing a step. Behind her was Peter, in all his white glory. He licked his lips and looked at Ann with a needy gaze. His dick was still erect and Ann had trouble not looking at it. She blinked hearing more movement behind her and bolted. She dodged Peter and slammed the door behind her. She leaned back on it for a moment before she saw the office space. She tensed back up her fear renewed as she saw a dozen more cattle all in various positions around the office.

They blocked the door outside as well, she turned her head right looking at the door marked, cells. She ran to it and slammed the door closed behind her. She saw at the end of the hall was an exit. She heard banging start on the door behind her and Ann lept forward. The cells had cattle in them to, most being alone were masturbating lost in there own fantasies. Then she reached the end, an open and empty cell to her right, she went to open the door and then it opened in front of her. Peter stood their. She paused backing up and looking behind her to see more cattle coming through the door from the lobby.

She ducked into the cell, and tried to close it. It didn’t budge.

“Come on. Come on. Come on.” she said straining in an attempt to close it.

“Pointless, your trapped. I win.” A voice said in a sinister tone.

Ann turned to see the same black bull from earlier that day. Then Peter stood in the door, she looked up at him and then back to the bull knowing she had lost.

She looked at Peter who stopped and then over to the other bull who just stood there. He snapped his fingers and Ann watched as her clothes fell away, disintegrating. The Spirit noted her tattoo and examined it from a distance.

“Were'd you get that tattoo.” he asked.

“Everyone in my family gets it, it's a uh, tradition I guess.” Ann said looking between him and Peter.

The Spirit grimaced, remembering the lineage of that particular mark. The girl however was clearly ignorant of her family's historical baggage. Well, he just couldn't bend her will with magic, but she was still flesh and blood. Bound to the needs and wants of her own body. He smiled wickedly remembering many fun times spent watching those who thought themselves immune to him slowly fall prey to their own inner desires.

“All right come on, just fucken get it over with.” Ann said still maintaining a defensive stance.

“Oh my dear, I’m not going to do anything, your going to dam yourself, and after that your going to be my own personal slave, well until I get bored with you at least. Then maybe I'll pass you off to the herd” The Spirit said smiling.

“I ain't doing shit, either you come over hear and make me or were gonna be here awhile fuck stick.” Ann said defiantly.

“Come now, no need to be crass, uh… right I never did get your name, not that it matters much for a future slave” He said looking at the woman with his evil grin.

“Its Ann.” She said scowling at the bull

“Ok then, Slave. Take a deep breath mortal, tell me what you feel.” The Spirit said smiling finding the woman's defiance of him cute.

Ann cocked her head to the side and looked at the black bull, she shook her head and complied taking in a long deep breath.

“Their, now what.” she said looking back to Peter who was still just standing there, she looked again to his cock, fuck it was huge she thought.

“Sorry, I should have been more specific, through your nose.” The Spirit said holding a finger to his and smiling.

Ann grumbled but did it anyway. She closed her eyes and took a long deep breath through her nose and caught something in the air. She smiled at it, it was earthy, fragrant in an odorous way that appealed to some part of her mind in a distant way that she could not understand. She opened her eyes and blinked tensing back up immediately and going on the defensive yet again.

“There, happy asshole.” She said crossing her arms and grimacing.

“Such a mouth.” the Spirit said smiling as he looked the woman up and down. “Tell me, how do you feel?” he asked.

“Excuse me?” Ann replied raising an eyebrow, her mind still dwelling on the scent she was now detecting with each breath she took.

“Humor me, happy, sad, you know, what are you feeling?” He said twirling his hand in the air.

Ann thought about for a moment, “Um, nothing I guess.” she said shrugging.

The Spirit smiled at that, “Nothing at all, not fear, apprehension, disgust?” Ann simply shook her head trying to figure out where this was going.

“Good. Could you take another deep breath for me, through your nose again.” The Spirit asked again holding a finger to his nose.

Ann rolled her eyes and did as he asked. This time her smiled was wider, the scent stronger, her inclination to not act on it a bit harder for her to ignore. She sighed softly but still audibly as she savored the earthy aroma.

“Do you know what that smell is?” Ann heard the Spirit ask.

“No.” Ann said, her mind wrapped up in savoring the smell.

“Your friends musk.” The Spirit said grinning evilly as he watched the realization dawn on Ann's face.

“Musk.” She said out loud her face flushed, and a concerned look forming.

She looked over to Peter, the big white bull looked back at her. There was a look on his face. His cock hard, he stroked it gently. Ann knew it should have troubled her to know that her coworker and friend now turned into a hulking mass of beef was beating it to her, however she found herself indifferent to it. In fact, it was almost flattering in a way, she thought before she pushed it off her mind and turned away from him.

“Musk or no you ain't getting me to do shit.” Ann said her face still red.

“Do you know how many times I've heard that.” The Spirit asked with a wry smile.

“Go fuck yourself.” Ann said looking him dead in the eyes.

The Spirit smiled, “If you insist.” he took one of his hand and grabbed his cock.

The thing was monstrous, comparable to Peter's own cock. Ann wanted to look away but between the things cocks and her friends, well. She shook her head, she was not watching either of these two jack it to her. She turned her head to face the wall, each of the cattle in her periphery, but both on her mind.

“Come now slave, look at your master.” The Spirit said watching Ann stew.

She turned a scowl on her face ready to say something. Instead her eyes lingered, his cock was hard now, fully erect his own musky scent adding to Peter’s. Ann bit her lip as she detected the new but similar scent in the air.

“Aren't you curious? You seen me and my disciple working all day. Don’t you wanna know how any of this feels?” The Spirit asked slowly stroking his cock.

Ann wanted to look away, but in that moment it was too much. The sights, the smells, the feelings in her body all going haywire. Too many sensations all at once, to many disparate thoughts and feelings trying to coalesce into a rational package.

She heard footsteps and watched as both the bulls moved a bit closer, there scent a bit stronger. Ann just looked forward away from the two trying to put them out of her mind. But the smells, she could see what they were doing in her mind, looking at her rear stroking their cocks to idea of using her body for there own pleasure. The idea of there cocks, big and meaty stretching her, making her scream and… she shook her head and took a finger to her mouth biting down on it as she tried to make herself not think about it.

She had seen so much resistance today crumble in the face of dick, and pussy and milk. The whole time she had wondered why, how, now she knew, it was slow. The thoughts worked their way in under the guess of that resistance, no I don't, but what if. It was wondering, the lingering feeling, the atmosphere of it all.

“Come now slave, your master and friend need your full attention.” The Spirit said condescendingly.

Ann turned her face red and full of rage, “Fuck you.” she said pointing her finger at the Spirit and finding her hand firmly on his chest.

She clenched her fist shut, rubbing his fur for a moment before she pulled her hand back. She looked up at the bull much closer now, and then over to Peter. Both of them just looked at her now, they were still very hard, but no longer masturbating.

“Normally I could just read your mind, bend you to my will, bring up some baggage, a repressed desire to help chip away at all that restrain and decency in your head. But I can’t do that. But hey, that's the good thing about these bots I got in me, they can work wonders. That being said, I still wanna know what makes you tick. So tell me you got any fantasy, something you wanna tell these two bulls.” The Spirit said looking down at her and smiling.

Ann was barely keeping it together, the musk, the bulls, the thoughts of what the cock would feel like in her were all too vivid to simply push aside now. Everything was there, real and tangible. All she needed to do was act, and yet her mind still kept her from doing so. She knew to act was to submit to the will of the bull. She was anchored on that, fuck the black bull.

She looked up at him and simply said, “fuck you.”

The bull finally recognized that her defiance was anchored on him, she was resilient to be sure. He knew anger and spite to be among the most powerful of motivators. She had resisted the pheromones, the thoughts, the musk, even the sights. He just needed to get her a bit closer to the edge, and then he could throw her off it.

Ann took a step back, and tripped, her mind to clouded for rations thought and fine motor skills. She didn’t hit the floor however, Peter caught her and held her by her arms. He helped her back up and then simply let go. Ann looked up at the bull confused by her release. Then she looked in his eyes, they were still Peters eyes. Under all that fur and dick, and muscle, it was still Peter. A version of him bent to the will of that fucking black bull but still the same man who she had worked with and liked.

“Ah fuck, Pete…” she said trailing off as she looked at the white bull.

She looked down and saw his cock, and then back up at his face, and then over to the black bull. She took in another breath and could taste the musky odor of both males. She knew she couldn't just run, she knew she couldn’t just stay here.

“Is that acceptance I see on your face?” The bull said almost chuckling but restraining himself.

“No, fuck you.” Ann said turning around and looking at Peter.

She shook her head and came up to him. He looked down at her and she rubbed his sides, feeling his fur in her hands. She bit her lips looking down at his cock and legitimately wondered how it would feel.

“Come on, just give it up already.” The Spirit said his voice a bit impatient.

Ann looked up at Peter, “Hey, you still in there Peter.” The bull looked down at her.

“Yeah.” Ann blinked once shocked that the lumbering thing actually responded.

“Um… you ok?” She asked unsure of what else to say.

“Um…” Peter looked at her blankly for a moment and then away from her at the floor. “I think, I mean I really, I mean really wanna fuck you, but uh… I mean only if you want. Btu I still really wanna… and uh… oh fuck. Um this just feels so fucking weird Ann, like in a good way…”

Ann looked up at Peter her face still flushing red.

“I know I'm probably not the best person to trust but uh… I mean it don’t feel bad, its a bit odd but uh…” he picked up an arm and flexed it, “This is pretty fucking amazing.”

Muscles were never really a turn on for Ann but even she felt her bodies more primal hard coding drooling over the muscular bull.

“Will you two just fuck already!” The Spirit said feeling a bit agitated.

Peter looked up at him and scowled for ruining the moment. The bull was about to just make him fuck Ann then and there when he felt something about the room change. He went to say something but found the words absent from the air. He felt them in his throat, felt them on his tongue, herd them in his head but the air in the room fail to carry them to the two across the room. He felt a nagging sensation and knew something was wrong.

Across the room Peter looked down and saw Ann looking at his cock.

“So…” Peter said taking a hand and rubbing the back of his head.

“Fuck it.” Ann said looking at the cock.

“Fuck it?” Peter said back questioningly.

Ann dropped to her knees and and ran her tongue up Peters cock. Peter mooed as she did turning his head up to the ceiling. He looked down and saw Ann there on the floor smiling at him nervously.

“So were uh…” Peter said nervously.

“Yeah, were doing it.” Ann said beckoning him to come down to the floor.

Peter did sitting and letting Ann come right up to him, she buried her head in his crotch taking a long sniff of his balls and exhaling with an audible sound of pleasure. She licked at his cock lapping the thing and tasting the pre oozing from it. Peter watched as the changes began to over take Ann. Her fur grew in covering her exposed body in a black color. She grew right there on him as she licked and soon there after sucked on his cock.

Ann felt the fur, felt her growing body, her hips expanding, her breasts swelling and sloshing, her feet fusing. She felt so good, Peter had been right. She could see why others resistance had melted so quickly now. She felt her face start to push out, felt the fur growing over it, and horns beginning to grow from her head. She felt Peter trembling, felt him getting closer and stopped. He looked down at her wondering why and watched the black furred heifer climb up him and sit on his chest.

She smiled at him, her red hair shiny and vibrant, her muzzle cute, her tits massive. Her smile grew as she lowered herself and he felt his dick slide into her. Both mooed as she sat on him and started to move and gyrate with each other. She moaned as he groaned the two bovines slipping there parts together as milk began to leak from Ann's tits. She felt unimaginable pleasure from it, felt things she had only ever glanced at with her own lust and experience and now shot through those and past them.

Peter grabbed on to her hips and pulled her down feeling his trembling cock ready to dump its load into her. She screamed out her screams turning into loud moos as Peter did the same his cock spasming his seed into her. Then she fell into his embrace, both were breathing heavily, both felt a closeness to the other and both wanted to go again once they caught their breath.

“Ok, uh just putting this out their but I forgive you.” Ann said nuzzling in her bulls embrace.

“For?” Peter asked confused.

Chasing me through the woods like a b list horror movie villain.” she said tensing her body a bit and making him squirm, he was still inside her.

“Right, uh sorry, he was kinda, well, in control of me there.” Peter looked up at the Spirit, his attention was elsewhere however.

Ann looked up and saw the Spirit looking at the door way. Both she and Peter looked over to see something odd. A doe and wolf, both bipedal and both looking kinda pissed.

“Finally, you two… what the fuck do you two want.” The Spirit said at the wolf and doe.

“First off kindly remember who your talking to.” The wolf said almost growling.

“Oh right, the lesser two thirds of the great trio, go to hell. I am more powerful than the two of you put together and I have more power than I ever have, and I don't see you big sis anywhere around here so I would kindly remember who your talking to.” he said clearly pissed.

Both the doe and the wolf looked unimpressed.

“I don’t know how you did that little gag order on me but I'm sure as shit gonna…” he stopped and looked down, a pair of arms ran around him.

“Now, now, Spirit honey come on, no need to get so, aggressive with my sisters” a voice said.

The spirit gulped, and donned a new face of genuine worry. The arms were attached to a body, a very fine body. Covered in golden fur, and feline features, a lioness. She came around the Spirit into the center of the room. She ignored the Spirit and looked at the two bovines still interlocked with each other.

“Sorry about him, he can be a pretty big dick if you hurt his ego.” The lioness said and then looked at Ann intrigued by her tattoo still evident in her fur pattern, an intricate white design amidst her black coloration.

“Um, yeah that uh, that was my fault.” she said looking at the lion.

“No matter, it's good someone, and a mortal no less took him down a peg.” she said smiling, her voice was smooth, almost motherly, but still seductive.

“Um who are you?” Ann asked. “You needn't worry about that, well not yet.” She smiled at her, “For the moment though I need you elsewhere. Worry not this won't hurt, and I’ll be in touch.”

The lion snapped her fingers and the two were gone, she then looked at the bull.

“So, I see you've been busy, already back at it, bigger and better than before, even found yourself a disciple, can't wait to meet her.” she said arms behind her back, her tail swishing side to side.

“Look i'm sorry if I offended you or your…” The Spirit said pleadingly.

“Hush, i'm not mad, in fact if anything you've proven your worth to me.” She said smiling and walking up to him.

“My… worth?” he said confused.

“I have plans, big plans with lots of moving parts, you are one of those parts, well you are now at least.” she said rubbing one of his shoulders seemingly admiring his body.

“All this technology. It makes things so much easier. Now then…” she said smiling at him, “I need to get my rocks off in a big way.” she said gripping his dick in her hand. “Know a place where I can do that.”

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Molly was still in the midst of her little escaped with the three women in the break room. Milk soaked the floor, and walls and everything in the room really. She was mid climax when the Spirit and a… lion arrived. Molly looked confused and patted the heifer still suckling from her on the head. It took a bit but eventual they let go and sat down on the floor patiently waiting for the go ahead to begin again.

“Friend of yours?” Molly asked feeling a bit unsteady from the repeated climaxes the heifers had given her.

The lion extended a hand and Molly took it.

“Molly Bast, Bast Molly.” The Spirit said crossing his arms and watching.

“Um…” Molly said looking at the big cat.

“Yes the goddess, don't worry I don't bite. Unless you'd like me to.” She said smiling through her sharp teeth.

“So…” Molly said trying to say something intelligent.

"Worry not Molly, i'm just hear to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh for a bit. Then we can talk about my plans."

"What..." Molly said confused.

“I like a good orgy as much as the next person, we have about two days before anyone comes knocking and you let these people out of your grip. So we should make the most of it.” she said looking back to the Spirit.

He nodded. Molly blinked and looked at the goddess.

“Then what.” she asked.

“Well then… you’ll be at my beck and call for a while.

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Vix was sitting at her desk eating and looking through test data. She had just cleaned up a horse issue and found some interesting by products that required some testing. The new substance, a latex like goo that could self propagate in liquid, or be used to coat living organic surfaces was of great interest to her. It was one of a litany of things the fox with a shark tail had on her mind. Sexy horse people, sexy Pegasuses, sexy dragons… granted that last one was still to be confirmed but she had her suspicions, and sexy shark people which despite early successes had been difficult to reproduce on non latex creatures.

So many ideas, so little time, between that and getting the unfun parts of her work done, paperwork, red tape and bureaucracy, she was unsure just how long any of the ideas would take to actually come to fruition. But in time they all would she knew, she smiled knowing that her persistence was nothing to scoff at. Nothing would distract her from her work that didn’t need to.

There was a flash, a thud and then Vix found her desk full. On it where two bovines, both interlocked and looking confused. She looked to the right and saw fluids leaking out of their crotches. Then back to their faces and saw more confusion, and then they looked at her.

“Um… where are we.” The heifer asked.

“Hey Vix can I borrow a dollar.” Donny said poking his head through the lab doors.

Vix turned around and saw the polar bear staring at the cows and then to Vix.

“Uh…” Donny said looking between the two bovines and Vix and then lingering on Vix again.

“Ok I know what your gonna say but this is not my fault for once.” she said looking at Donny and then thinking to herself, well looks like sexy cow people just got added to the list.