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Disclaimer: This is a bad story. Not necessarily badly written, but bad like your mother told you not to hang out with when you were a kid. Bad like the tracks on the wrong side of town. Bad like containing kinky transformative sexual activity. Do not read if it would be unlawful for you to read pornography etc . . . Otherwise, enjoy.

A Certain Allure

Carnivals always held a certain special appeal to Lloyd. Other people went for the games, the rides, or just the lively atmosphere. But what attracted Lloyd, was and had always been the freak shows. He remembered the first state fair that had actually mattered to him.

Come see the Dragon Lady! Wonder of the Orient! He had the fifty cents it took to get in, and although he was pretty sure, at that age, they should not have admitted him, the doorman didn't seem to care.

She had been tattooed from head to toe. Green-blue scales inked in exquisite detail. Her long dark hair fell in a luxurious wave around her, and that was the only thing she was wearing. Full lips parted as her tongue licked across her lips; forked, probably surgical in hindsight, but she tugged at his adolescent heartstrings in a way they never had been before.

It had been years and years since then, but he had been to every fair and carnival since, and found new beauties at each one. After he matured a bit and entered university, he also discovered that being an attraction at a freak show was a pretty lonely job, and that a nice dinner and pleasant conversation was sometimes all it took. The relationships were never long, a week or two at most, but there was something about that which made them so much more intimate to him. The temporary nature was something that traveling performers were used to, but, the true delight was that they were all so different.

Some got into the business by quite literally running away to join the circus, and then through heavy body modification, becoming something exotic enough to stay there. Others were driven to the trade by their gifts, some would call them deformities, but all of the girls he had met who traveled with menageries were almost sacred to him. Not something to be titillated by, but something to be desired, almost worshiped in a way.

And so he wandered, past the cotton candy, barking vendors, and press of the crowds; stopping only at the particular booth he always did to purchase some fried shoe-string potatoes. Idly munching, he made his way to see what the fair had brought this year.

See the Amazing Diana!

Half Woman, Half Cow

A Mystifying Miracle of Nature!

He payed the barker his dollar, stepping from the withering dusty heat into the dimply lit canvas lined corridor. Empty. It didn't seem that anyone else was all that intrigued. The hall was quiet, and he stepped over the uneven tufts of grass that grew up hopefully from the patchy earth. Tossing his empty cardboard flat from his finished fries, he wiped his hands on his trousers and stepped through the gaudy doorway that promised to lead him to the glory of the main attraction.

Usually, in such a show, there was some kind of barrier, a low fence, velvet rope, even a barred cage which separated the 'Miracle of Nature' in question from her viewers. However, this was just a dimly lit room with a bale of hay, on which sat something miraculous indeed. Her nude body was covered in a short coat of brown hair with creamy white spots. Her eyes drifted to him with a smile of her bovine muzzle as her white horned head turned toward him.

She shifted her legs, and he saw that her feet ended in broad cloven hooves while a twitching tail lay languidly on the bale beside her.

"Like what you see?" she drawled with a somewhat haughty air.

"Oh, absolutely. You're lovely." He replied with awed reverence. "Your horns are wonderful."

A peal of oddly animal laughter made her breasts rock and her heavy udders sway realistically. They were probably a very clever prosthetic; many girls were only born with a very small gift, some none at all, but with enough work, they always looked amazing to him.

"You can come closer you know. I don't bite," she teased, batting her long cow-like eyelashes at him. Her tail batted against the hay bail as she slid over to the side and patted the space next to her with an odd three fingered hoof-hand.

"Don't mind if I do," Lloyd replied with a sincere grin as he plopped down next to her, feeling her brushy fur grind against his bare forearm. "I really do mean it. You look like a goddess descended to earth. I have never seen anything quite so stunning. . . and it looks so natural."

"Oh honey, I assure you," she began leaning back in a languorous fashion. "If you'd really like, you can look even closer," her hard hoofed fingers brushed against his hand, guiding it to one of her pert breasts. Her dark nipples stiffened under his gentle touch, the flesh was soft and warm, her hair slightly bristly in a wonderful counterpoint.

"It all feels so real," he said with reverent wonder, beginning to slide his hands down her torso, past her smooth supple belly, ready to draw back at any moment if she objected. A rumble formed in the back of her throat, and she licked her lips with her wide bovine tongue. "Were you born like this?" he queried quietly.

"No, this was a beautiful accident," the lavish bovine murmured as his hand traced around the fleshy warmth of her udder. "I've never regretted it. It's odd to be an object in a menagerie, but this body," she grasped his hand and pulled it through the warm pink teats of her udder, "feels so natural to me now. So right," her spine tingled as his hand squeezed a teat curiously, flicking her tail as she felt the warm readiness of her mammaries preparing themselves.

"So, this is all real?" Lloyd seemed awestruck. "It's amazing, but there's no trick to it? This is all . . . natural?" he looked over her dappled brown and white body; her twitching ears and wet broad snout.

"If I wanted to let you look closer, would you?" she leaned towards him meeting his eyes with her deep soulful gaze.

He answered by closing his eyes and letting himself be drawn into the kiss. Her lips were soft and her tongue slightly rough. Their mouths entwined and he tasted the flavor of sweet hay. In the back of his mind he worried about more people coming in to spoil the moment, but she did not seem worried in the least and so he melted into her wonderful embrace.

She grasped the sides of his head with her strong and hard tipped fingers as their lips pulled apart, and guided his head down. Her udder throbbed, having been teased, but now feeling so full, in need of someone to relieve the hot pressure inside of it.

Lloyd felt the downy fur on the side of the hot udder brush against his face before opening his mouth and letting a hot teat slide past his lips. He could feel it twitch and tense as he heard a small groan of pleasure above him. He began to suck almost cautiously, and was immediately rewarded by a jet of rich cream shooting down his throat. His eyes widened in shock. It was warm and smooth; the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.

Indescribably perfect milk slid hotly down his gullet as her hands caressed the side of his head running through his rustled brown hair. She moaned as he sucked harder while her hands encountered growing lumps while she rubbed near his forehead. Lips turning up at the corner, she massaged them as he began to suckle in a steady rhythm. Her hands rubbed harder until with a click, they hit the stubs of something hard. The building sensation of pressure on his head was distant compared to the need to keep drawing in the deliciously thick bovine essence, but he felt something clack above him as if it was rubbing directly against his skull.

She rubbed his growing horns as they pushed out longer, brown with a marbling of black, as he exhausted one of her sensitive pink teats. She guided his head to the side as he took another warm protrusion gently between his teeth, rubbing against the soft throbbing flesh as he began once again to needily consume. Lloyd's tongue felt strange as it became wider and more flexible, filling up his mouth as his teeth began to flatten into blunt caps.

As his face rubbed against the soft pillow of her udder it began to stretch, nose pulled back, nostrils widening into a broad wet bovine snout. White bristly fur began to grow in in unnoticed on his cheeks, until her smooth hoof-like hands tickled it roughly with her thumbs, rubbing in dappled black spots.

He gasped as she pulled his head back from her, a trickle of milk running down the corner of his open mouth. "Do you want me to show you more?" she asked seductively, fingers dancing down the buttons of his shirt.

Lloyd nodded his assent reverently, unbuttoning his thin shirt and tearing it off, all fear of being walked in on vanishing in the face of his merciless lust and potent curiosity. She tugged off his pants and grabbed his shoulders, guiding him down to sit on the bale of hay. The prickly dried grass was rough against his bare bottom, but he didn't even mind as she drew her finger slowly up his painfully erect member, sliding it through the bead of pre glistening at the top. Arm gracefully raising the finger to her mouth, she sucked on her gleaming finger with a throaty "Mmmmmm. Delicious. But I can make it better. . . You want to be better don't you?"

"Yes, oh god. Please," was all he could pant out in reply before she bent down, her muzzle inches from his exposed crotch. Her sandpapery tongue caressed his testes making them clench and then relax with every stroke, warm breath panting against him. After a few more furtive licks, she slid her tongue slowly upwards, lifting his balls up and letting them slap down as she lapped all the way up his throbbing pole.

His hands instinctively grabbed her horns, feeling the strong muscles in her neck flex as she bobbed her head up and down over his maleness. A small squeak of bliss escaped his lips as her hands cradled his clenched testes and began to vigorously rub at them, pushing in and spreading the flesh around with her deft hard fingers. Her balmy mouth was sucking with incredible strength. He felt his cock arch up inside her fleshy mouth, rubbing against her palate before his white knuckled hands squeezed her horns and he began to buck, jets of male essence shooting into her waiting muzzle.

But even during this nerve shattering climax she didn't pause, sucking hard on his jerking member as his scrotum began to swell, creases pushing out into smooth pink flesh, her hoof-hands massaging it larger. His member was still in the throes of orgasm even though it felt like he was going limp. The feeling was inexplicable as his penis began to loose definition, becoming a soft long fleshy protrusion that the cow woman nibbled on, sucking and pulling gingerly with her blunt teeth.

She could taste the last of his seed flow down her eager throat as the man screamed in pleasure above her, pushing his warm swelling pillow of flesh against her face as she suckled. It jiggled, and then with a spine tingling shudder he felt something amazing. It was like he was coming again, but more sensitive, and somehow delightfully mellow as a slurping rhythm began to build up.

He tasted delicious. A thick rich cream poured down her throat and with each long sucking pull she took, three more fleshy protrusions began to form, budding as his new udder became taut, wobbling; swollen with milk. Her clever lips let the wet teat slide out of her mouth as she switched to a new one. Stretching it out, flesh swelling longer and squirting rich milk after only a few deep pulls.

Jostling, his new bulging udder shuddered in bizarre pleasure as she sucked on each of his sensitive teats in turn. He could feel all four of them, resting against his beautiful fleshy udder as she massaged it, and sometimes they brushed against the tickling fur of her jowls. His loose flesh writhed in pleasure as it bulged into its proper shape and her sucking maw pulled on each of his new teats teasingly, white fur with black blotches rose up his belly.

With a heady sigh, she pulled back and looked up at him, tongue lapping up a dribble of cream that leaked from the corner of her mouth. Lloyd tentatively reached down and brushed his hands over the smooth skin of his new udder, feeling the moisture she had left on the four teats as he felt her horn-like hands begin to massage his feet. Deft fingers grabbed his toes and squeezed as they began to pull back, condensing into broad cloven hooves as her hands squeezed tighter. He stretched out his legs as they reformed, covered in white glossy hairs and bulging with sinewy muscles as her hands rose up all the way to his soft udder.

"Mmmmm, now you are looking beautiful too," she leaned in breathily, pulling him into a hug, her firm breasts pushing warmly against his bare chest. Their udders pressed together, teats meeting, rubbing with a tantalizing warmth.

"I . . . Thank you," he began, voice panting with his exhaustion. She licked up the side of his head with her light, hay scented mouth, slavering over his ears until they pulled up into long curled points that he could twitch against her hot mouth's lavishing laps. Her hard hoof-hands traced down his spine and a wave of white and black followed, making him rock against her in delight. They kissed again as her hands reached his tail bone, and his own hands combed through the short brown fur on her back. His nails began to darken and his fingers began to squeeze together in a bizarre and yet intensely pleasurable way.

One of her hard digits was rubbing circles on his tailbone, while the other teased his exposed anus, pulling the twitching ring of muscle from side to side with the rounded point of her finger. He gasped as there was a audible crack, and he could feel her pull something haltingly out from him. Again and again it pulled, popping while it tugged the black and white tail. Her other careful hand rubbed over his ass until a twitching whip of a tail was fully formed, slapping against the hay-bale with its black haired tip.

His hands had reformed into three digits, each covered in dark enamel. His muscles tightened as the changes swept all the way up to his shoulders, adding a certain amount of grace and strength to his stature.

"We're not done yet," she cooed as she grabbed his dark horns and pulled his head down to her breasts. He licked at one before taking the hard brown nipple into his mouth. The milk was just as rich and warm as he remembered it, and he groaned in bliss as it slid down his throat. Her hard hands began to pinch his own nipples, grasping the flesh, rubbing and groping him as his chest began to swell. Widening, his areolas went hard as prickly fur rose up around them and her thumbs rubbed hard circles into them.

As the milk flowing into his noisily suckling mouth began to wain, he pulled off with a gasp and switched to her other perfect mammary, engulfing it with his hot maw as his face began to push out into a full muzzle, neck thickening, ears flicking in delight as he kept desperately sucking. With a constant throbbing his own breasts pulsed larger, filling her hands as she rubbed them together, pinching his sensitive pink nipples, running her hands over their pert entirety.

They drew apart, both now straddling the bale of hay, tails flickering, chests heaving with panting breaths. Her own fur now resembled his new coat, earthy brown with white spots complimenting his silky white with pitch blotches. Her eyes wandered up his body as his did the same to her, starting at their sexy cloven hooves, and raising up their athletic legs. Both of their udders jostled slightly with their movements and their tight bellies rose up to full chests with a pair of squeezably soft breasts. Strong necks supported almost fully bovine heads with deep expressive eyes that gazed at each other as she slid forward.

Four teats pressed electrically together before the bulk of their udders mashed into a warm and tight mass of loose flesh. He gasped as their breasts were pressed nipple to nipple, and they ground their bodies together in a tight long press of warmth. Her hand reached down, brushing past his jiggling udder and running down below it. Smiling, she ran her finger around what she found there and delighted as the once-man let out a loud moaning bellow of pleasure.

She caressed his pussy lips, already so wet and needy, hoofed fingers rubbing gently, stopping to tease his aching clitoris. A bovine gasp of pleasure erupted from him as she ran a smooth digit over his labia, stretching the pliant quivering flesh. As she teased his new found femininity with one hand, she guided his own hoofed appendage below her jostling udder, against her own wet hot lips.

Their eyes met in a moment of timelessness. Lips curling up bemusedly, she gave his nose a quick kiss and throatily rumbled, "follow me." With that she parted his folds and thrust her finger inside of him, feeling his walls clench as he was entered for the first time. His own fingers clumsily rubbed over her own pulsing snatch and she began to rock her hips, grinding up and down on his smooth digit. They both rubbed and teased, entering each other gently as their breasts and udders bounced together and a pressure began to build up undeniably inside of them.

As he became more adventurous with his hoofed fingers she pressed her other hand, palm open, against the smooth skin of his pink udder. She began to grope and knead, and soon he reciprocated, boldly grabbing her own udder and pushing at the soft supple flesh. He felt a tightness build up in their jostling teats, but she would not touch them, only teasing his round pink bulge while her finger rocked further and further inside of him.

He could feel her walls clenching around his hard finger as his own body began to shake and convulse. With a violent shove and a shocking twist, her finger did something that made his body twitch and contract wildly. His pussy lips clamped down and began to pull at the finger maddeningly lodged inside of him as his tail flopped about randomly. Throwing back his head he mroooooed in pleasure as her other hand began to pull at one of his teats, squeezing the pure white milk out in a splattering jet and drenching herself in his pleasure.

The orgasm was body wide and seemingly never ending. He grabbed one of her own thick teats as he felt her vaginal walls begin to pull rhythmically at him. Pleasured squirts of cream covered both of them as their quivering folds leaked out hot pools of lust that soaked into the prickly bale of hay. Their fingers didn't stop thrusting or squeezing until every last ounce of body rocking pleasure had been completely exhausted. Their screaming ecstasy slowly died down after the longest climax he'd ever had in his life.

Silently, they hugged their milk soaked bodies together before shakily standing up. He looked up to his beautiful partner questioningly, tilting his horned head while flicking his ears groggily.

"Let's get you cleaned up honey," she patted his head. "I can think of some people that would love to see how beautiful you've become. You'd like that wouldn't you?" she scratched his chin teasingly.

"More than anything." was all he could reply. Still shocked to be so near to her perfect body even though his now was too. He was closer to what he loved than he had ever dared hope he would be.