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Putting the Moo in Moon

"The title is too cheesy," I said.

"It's not too cheesy, you're just looking for an excuse to skip out on movie night," said Lenn, leaning in for another sweet kiss.

She tasted like grass in the best possible way. Bit like kissing nature itself. Together we formed an almost month-long romance that had quickly blossomed into one of those rare "I can really see our future together" kinds of relationships. I loved everything she was.

"You might be right Lenn," I said, kissing her more firmly now.

She rolled her eyes, but her grin coupled with the following kiss more than expressed her interest. Movie night was on hold, another activity would be taking center stage. I glanced briefly at the blinds, her hand reached over towards them.

"Let me check something first," she said as I unbuttoned her clothes.

She looked out the window, concern briefly flashing across her face. I leaned forward to kiss at her neck, she turned back towards me and smiled. The rim of the full moon began to dot the horizon the second she turned her back. It was uncanny, and I almost would have commented on it if it wasn't for how intoxicating her body was to me now.

The growing light of the moon seemed to make her white hair glow, and in the face of this peculiar divinity I could not help but stake my claim. Unbuttoned and inside her I heard once more those wonderful moans she made. With a sudden jab all of me was within her.

Lenn. She was so beautiful. So perfect. Why was I getting the feeling that something was wrong? I could not shake it now as I felt her tighten up around my cock. Was she already reaching climax? I felt irrationally good about that. This would be something to brag about later, and yet still the anxiety refused to abait.

"Wait, what day is it?" she asked suddenly.

"Date? It's the 5th, why?" I said.

She turned her head, eyes wide at the sight of the moon as her lengthened ears slipped low. They were tipped with fur as white as her hair, and I looked at them with an aroused curiosity. They begged to be nibbled and kissed, and though I knew not what was happening, I knew more pleasure would be preferable to any sort of panic.

When I leaned forward to kiss her peculiar ears she let out a rich bellow of a moan, backed by a flattening chest that seemed to be growing with the rest of her. What in the world was happening tonight? Her moan trailed out, a deep and throaty thing.

"You have to pull out," she warned.

It felt far too fantastic to pull out, but the moment her next few moans became inhuman bullish bellows I became convinced I had made a mistake. Still inside her for now I felt a tightness far greater than any felt before clamping down around my shaft. Her changes were progressing rapidly. Her furred size had become so much larger now than I.

Now I attempted pulling free. Yet this was no longer possible. Changes as potent and otherworldly as these have a way of sticking, and it became clear I was on the receiving end. I wanted to yell. To tell her to do something, but what could she do? What could either of us do now? We were caught in the whims of her condition.

A great and sudden inversion occurred. My poor cock was under such pressure inside her. Yet it felt so right. Everything I had spilled into her and more, until there was nothing less. Even less than nothing now. Inside me went Lenneth's tapered cock, seemingly taking what my body had readily given and then some.

I stammered out a moan of my own, a wispy and weak little thing. One that, like Lenneth's, matched the body it was coming from. When their body contracted around me I could feel something in me draining out into her, being pulled as if by some unknowable force.

There was a great and unfathomable intermingling of our bodies. I imagined for a moment, only for a moment, that this might be how women feel. That this was what it was like to have someone rut inside your body, and for a while this was what it felt like.

But this sensation did not last long. As the white fur flooded her body and replaced the soft human skin with hardy leather I found myself taken so much more. I was shrinking down as she bulked up, her muscular body rolling out like a great wave against me.

I hugged Lenneth with feeble little arms, looking over my own limbs to see they were a brighter pink than moments before. A whisper, deep throated, I hardly registered it past my own little whimpers. Lenneth's hand slipped against mine, still extant fingers interlocking with my own partly drained little digits.

"I'm so sorry," she groaned.

I tried to speak to her. To tell her it was okay. Whatever was happening was okay. I thought, somewhere in the back of my cum addled brain, that if I insisted well enough that things were okay that they would, in fact, be okay. This did not work well.

"Bmbb...mwah..." came a hushed gurgle of words from my partly extended face.

I was suddenly given my first taste of bull cum. It rose from the back of my throat like saliva and as I spoke it seemed to spill. A thorough spurt of pre designed to aid in more thorough penetration. Reaching up with my free hand I caught a small pool of the pre to examine.

Looking up towards Lenneth's increasingly bovine face I could see the concern in... her eyes. Her. So much of my cognition of this situation centered on our earlier coupling. It was my most recent anchor point in anything at all comprehensible, but it was clear what was happening.

"Haven't... changed while having sex... didn't know... I'm so sorry," came Lenneth's gruff voice.

He clung to my hand with his own, holding it as best he could even as his fingertips darkened and became increasingly firm to the touch. My little hand was so soft in the face of his, resting tiny in his palm now I sprawled out my vanishing fingers as best I could.

Lenneth had soon ceased to be thrusting into me, and had now more or less begun thrusting me into the air. My whole body lewdly slapped against his burly barrelling belly, lewd smacks which had my moaning up yet more of the fertile bull's offerings.

Such a substance pooled into the back of my throat, spilling on his chest with these many accidental kisses as I tried and failed to cry out. There had to be something I could do. So much of me was missing now I could hardly fathom it as I reformed.

Lenneth's length... I was turning into a beautiful bull cock. Why did I find the notion so compelling now? The moment it fully clicked I could feel a cathartic wave of satisfaction wash over me. I supposed deep down that if this was the body I was receiving, perhaps it was meant to be this way. Perhaps I was meant to be Lenneth's-

"MoOOO~" bellowed the bull, clutching to my vanishing hand as best he could with his hoof.

I felt the hard of his hoof slip free as my arms and legs wiggled their last. I hardly had eyes with which to see now by the time Lenneth began to flip around. Dangling low I found myself slipping forward and at attention as best I could, keeping my head from off the floor as the big white bull looked for the most inviting place for us to rut.

Lenneth found it in the form of the very couch we had been making love on, and the last thing I saw was him firmly gliding my entirety between the cushions. What would happen if he came? The question was one that had an obvious answer, all of him, all of the stuff that dangled between those hefty balls at his hind would spill free from me...

But would that be it? Something about climaxing felt like a finale. I could not shake the notion that, if Lenneth were to relieve himself upon the couch cushions like some manner of breeding stock, I would be utterly and irrevocably stuck as a part of this bull.

I tried to speak about my concerns. To raise them to the woman inside this bull who so controlled my fate. I tried to beg for her to hold off, to withstand the lust for as long as he might be able to so that I might...

An apologetic moo was all Lenneth was want to muster. My declarations and pleas bubbled up as nothing but yet more pre to excite and entice the bull above. Even calling for help did nothing but further seal my fate, further ensure this great male's rut.

Between the cushions I went, closing my eyes for the last time as I was treated to a full body massage so profound that I could not help but spill all the bull had to offer. I spit up the last of my humanity in thick ropey spurts that tasted far better than they had any right to.

My fate was sealed, and steadily I found myself shrinking down all the more, returning for a time to the bull's sheath before the excitement welled up once more. He was a fertile thing indeed, the bull who's cock I had become, and soon by the end of the night I had cultivated a perverse and alien pride in the shape and size of my cocked body.

Then came the sunrise. A sleepy night of bedding down my old furniture had left me spent beyond all measure, and there was no fight left to muster for the changes that were to follow. Lenn's body had begun to return in full, restored to its original feminine beauty which had captured me in this way.

I could not see it, but I could feel myself reshape. It was a lot like sliding into the sheath before, but I found myself more withdrawn and opened up. Speaking now, or rather attempting to, resulted in her more feminine moans as I found all that remained of me trapped in the form of her pussy.

Just as before, I would soon come to accept this fate as well, and all the pleasure it provided.