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Regina sighed slightly, but painted a smile on her face just as easily as her servant had painted on her makeup. She was looking forward to seeing her old friends from the neighboring kingdoms, Milena, and Serina, princesses just like her. At the same time, however, it could be tiring hosting those two at the same time. Milena, and Serina were rivals as often as friends in everything from games of chess to who danced with whom at a ball. Regina was a princess and she deserved people of the highest class in her social circle, so her choices in friends were limited. She waited on the balcony of her room, waiting for the carriages to arrive.

***

Milena looked out at the countryside with a bored look as the carriage rolled along the road. Her ladies in waiting sat quietly, not even talking amongst themselves fearing their mistress’ tongue if she was disturbed by her lessors. Milena wasn’t sure if she disliked traveling or hosting more. Each had their own set of challenges. Traveling wouldn’t be half as bad, however, if she had someone to actually talk to.

***

Serina was paging idly through her book, not doing much more than glancing at the pictures really. Traveling, like most things, was boring. The fun was what happened once she arrived and could cause some trouble with her friends. Throughout their lives they had never received more than a few stern words from their parents for all the mischief they got into. Being in trouble was for the lesser folk. Eventually they would be wed into politically advantageous marriages and have to do their part to continue on bloodlines. Until then, Serina planned to enjoy herself at anyone else's expense, including her friends.

***

Milena was the first to arrive and Regina could see a spark in her eye when she realized she had beaten Serina here. Regina didn’t bother to point out it wasn’t a race as Sophia would have acted the same way if she had arrived first. Before Regina could escort her guest inside they could see another carriage approaching through the open gate. Serina frowned for a moment when she saw she was second to arrive, but it was quickly replaced with an effortless smile.

“Sorry if I kept you two waiting.” Serina said as she was helped down from the carriage by a footman.

“Someone does have to be last, after all.” Milena’s smile was soft but her tone was petty as hell.

“Let me get you both inside so you can freshen up after your journey.” Regina said, waving to the servants to begin unpacking her guests' belongings. “I’m sure there are more interesting things to do than gloat over who won a non-existent race.”

Her little jab had both princesses hiding behind their fans. Regina smirked as she led them into the reception parlor.

***

“Oh, live a little.” Milena said as she pushed open the heavy door to the castle vault.

“She’s right dear.” Serina said as she pushed past the other two princesses into the vault. “After all you don’t have a brother, this will be your vault one day. Besides, we aren’t stealing anything, just taking a look.”

“The same way you just took a look at Lady Gwen’s broach?” Regina said as she hung the lamp she was carrying on a hook.

“That thing was horrid, and a fake, just like I said. I did the old bat a favor.” Serina giggled.

Regina and Milena both joined her in giggling. The three friends looked around at the vault. It was still quite dim in the room and Regina took it upon herself as the host to light a few of the sconces so they could see what they were doing. As the light filled the vault, something caught Milena’s eyes. It was a small intricate carved box inset with gold. The quality of it was obvious to anyone, but she knew that it was more than just a pretty box.

“Is this the Box of Unearthly Pleasures?” she said pointing to the artifact on its pedestal.

“Oooo, what was that?” Serina rushed over and pushed past Milena to look at it.

“That’s what some people call it.” Regina said as she approached behind them. “The inscription apparently says something about granting the user ‘otherworldly pleasures’. It’s been locked down here for years, I think even before my father was born.”

Serina smirked at Regina before pointing to the box. “Oh? You can read that ancient script?”

Regina shook her head. “Do I look like a scribe to you? It’s just what I was told years ago about it.”

Milena picked the box up off the pedestal and turned it over in her hands. “It just feels like an empty wooden box.”

“Then why don’t you open it?” Serina said with a little smirk. “Let’s see how much pleasure is in an empty box.”

“Serina, just stop, and you should put it back Milena.” Regina said, trying desperately to not sound like her mother.

“Come on, if it was truly anything dangerous it would be locked up in a chest, or behind an iron grate.” Serina pointed to these things in the vault. I bet there’s nothing in that box other than some high quality snuff. My brother always goes on about such things.

Milena looked up from the box in her hands “Your brother would be an expert on such substances.”

“I know, right? Remember what we did to him at the harvest ball last year?”

The three of them giggled again remembering the compromising situation they had put the self-medicated prince into.

“So let’s open it up and see what counts as otherworldly pleasures. Unless,” she smirked at Milena, “you are a scared little filly.”

“What?” Milena’s eyes snapped up to meet Serina’s, “What did you just say?” her fingers were playing with the delicate latch as she spoke.

“Ladies…” Regina’s voice now definitely sounded like her mother.

“You heard me, a scared little filly, afraid of her own shadow!” A cruel smile spread across Serina’s painted lips

Milena narrowed her eyes. “You little ass!” the latch sprung open with an audible click.

“Ladies, let's not behave like animals here. We need to moooooo…” Regina clapped her hands over her mouth.

Her eyes were full of disbelief over the sound that had come out. Serina started to laugh, but her giggle descended into a braying sound. She clasped her throat as she tried to speak properly, but she couldn’t stop herself from braying. Milena stepped back, the open box falling from her hands. She tried to cry out in fear but all that came out was a long scared whinny. Milena’s eyes went wide. She fell to her knees in shock, trying to call out but only making increasingly panicked whinnies.

The box seemed to fall in slow motion to the floor of the vault. The very air around them began to twist and warp. Regina felt like she was falling and standing still at the same time as the world literally began to swirl around her. Intricately carved stone pillars seemed to melt into plain hand-hewn wood. The stone walls shifted into battered and worn wood walls around them. All three were frozen with fear and strange disorienting sensations. The floor grew softer, the heavy flooring tiles becoming just plain earth.

Regina felt like she was going to vomit from the experience, but something far stranger happened. She gripped her stomach, but as she did she felt something starting to swell and grow out of her. Regina let out a panicked scream, but she sounded like a panicked cow not a princess. She tried to push whatever it was back in, but her fingers were growing stiff and she was losing feeling in them. She lifted her hand up to her face and to her horror it was now a cloven hoof. The front of her dress tore open and a cow-like udder spilled out. Regina tried to let out a scream but a bellowing moo was all that left her throat.

Milena tried to turn and flee as the world twisted around her, but she tripped and fell over her own legs. As she tried to get back up off the now earthen ground she saw her shoes were in tattered with a pair large black of hooves where her feet once were. Milena reached out for them, refusing to believe it until she felt it with her own hands. But as she tentatively tried to inspect her hooves, her hands grew numb and stiff. Milena’s eyes snapped to her hands, she watched in horror as her fingers fused and reshaped into another pair of hooves. Milena wrapped her arms around herself tightly, rocking back and forth as she whinnied and snorted, tears running down her face. She could feel her dress growing tighter by the second and it was getting harder to breathe when the back started to tear exposing a back now covered with chestnut colored fur.

Serina brayed louder as her feet burst out from her small shoes having become equine hooves. She stumbled to keep her balance as the change rippled up her legs, bones shifting and muscles reforming. Serina was pushed forward onto the ground as her now too large for her dress large thighs shifted to no longer walk upright. She could feel something growing out from the base of her spine and press against the remnants of her dress. Serina’s skin was rapidly being covered with a gray shaggy coat of fur. She felt her arms stretch longer and the bones shift as her body changed into that of a four legged beast. As Serina watched her hands seemed to be consumed into another pair of hooves.

Through some mercy the three princess passed out as their transformation completed. The world stopped twisting and settled into its new form. What was once the vault of a great castle was now nothing more than a simple barn. All the treasures were replaced with feed troughs and farming equipment. As for the three princesses, they were left as nothing more than common farm animals. They awoke on the straw strewn floor of the barn and cried out stumbling to get up on their four hooved feet. The only sign they had ever been human was in the panicked look of their eyes.

Regina, now in the form of a black and white cow, fell forward onto her face. It took her a moment to push herself back up. She had neglected to move her front legs in time with her rear. The sensation of moving was just as disorienting as her transformation had been. She shook her large head and let out an annoyed moo.

Milena, now a chestnut colored horse, looked like she was trying to keep from sliding on the ice with her four long legs splayed out. She snorted and whined as she tried to get her legs to move her in any direction without slamming into the ground like Regina had. Just as Milena managed to get herself upright she nearly jumped as she felt several flies buzz and land on her rear. The horse moved in a circle as she tried to reach back with her head to get at the flies. Remembering she had a tail, she tried to flick the long black haired tial at the flies. It took several frustrating attempts until Milena figured out exactly what muscles to make her tail move as she wished. She let out a soft nicker of relief as she drove away the annoying flies.

Serina was a shaggy gray donkey and that fact made her angrier about the situation than anything else. Her braying might not have been actual curses, but anyone could feel the intent was there. She scrambled along on her four hooved feet, and repeatedly falling over was doing nothing to improve her mood. She brayed and lashed out at the various objects in the barn, kicking back hard with her two hoofed feet and making a terrible racket.

The small barn was filled with the cries and moans of the three new residents. It was a struggle to even move around the small barn in new bodies. But before they could even come to terms with what had just happened, another sensation started to wash over their bodies.

Regina felt something swelling in between her rear legs. The white and black cow turned in a small circle, trying to look behind her body, before lowering and twisting her head to look underneath her body. Regina mooed loudly as she saw her soft pink udder swelling and growing full with milk. At the same time she could feel something growing warm and needy in her sex. Regina had never felt anything like this before and was even less sure about that than her now heavy udder.

Milena paced back and forth in the small barn, her hooves stomping into the dirt and straw as she refused to accept that she was now a chestnut colored farm horse. She shook her head, angrily snorting at each of the barn’s walls. Milena came to a sudden stop as she felt something send a shiver down her now much longer spine. She felt something getting heavier near her rear legs. Milena lowered her long neck to take a look and let out a shocked cry as she saw her pair of teats growing bigger and more swollen by the second. She quickly snapped her head back up and cried out to the rafters of the barn. There was something else building up in her body, she could feel it in her now much larger sex. Milena had felt a small tingle there before, a certain moistness when excited by a particularly handsome partner during a dance. This, however, was on an entirely different level.

Serina collapsed onto a pile of straw, exhausted from her tantrum. As she brayed sadly to herself over her horrid new form she didn’t notice the new change at first. It wasn’t until Serina’s sensitive swelling teats started to push uncomfortably against her legs that she lifted her head up to look. She folded back her ears and glared at the dark teats, almost starting to leak milk at this point. Then came the tingle and building heat in her sex and she let out an exasperated bray.

The three former princesses were so distracted by their swollen teats and tingling sexes that they didn’t notice the door to the barn opening until they were bathed in early morning sunlight. Regina blinked at the bright light, but she could make out three tall shapes standing in the doorway. One of them approached her. Regina recognized the clothes as that of a simple peasant farmer, but she couldn’t make out a face. The man approached her with a cowbell in one hand. Regina tried to turn away from him, but he was too fast and tied the bell around her neck with a length of rope.

She shook her head, trying to knock the bell loose but all she did was ring the metal bell. The farmer then swatted her hindquarter, making her jump a bit. Regina let out an angry moo, but she just received another smack, harder this time followed by a tug on the rope around her neck. Regina started to move, walking out of the barn before he could swat her for a third time. She was led out into a pasture and the gate was closed behind her.

Milena backed away from the farmer with the bridle and bit, knowing damn well what the man wanted to do with it. The faceless man showed no fear as she reared up at him, rather he approached her side and started to gently stroke her shoulder and neck. Although Milena loathed the fact that a peasant was daring to touch her, it did strangely calm her down. Before she knew it the bridle slipped over her head and the bit was firmly set in her mouth. She didn’t bother to fight when the farmer led her out by the halter. Milena was led out to a field and knew what was in store for her when she saw the waiting plow.

Serina snapped at the farmer as he moved to put a bridle on her head. The farmer had to wrestle it on the stubborn donkey, but in the end he won. She tried several times to kick the farmer with her powerful rear legs, but he wisely stayed clear of them. Tiering of her antics, he pulled a switch from his belt and smacked it several times against her rear. Serina brayed loudly and turned to eye the man angrily. She was led with several more strikes from the switch out of the barn and into a milhouse where she was tethered to a millstone. Serina refused to move at first, but after several hard strikes she begrudgingly started to turn the millstone to grind the grain into flour.

Regina was just left alone in a wide pasture. At first she wanted nothing more than to relieve the pressure in her swollen udder and whatever was going on in her sex. But as the minutes ticked by Regina started to feel something growing in her gut. It took her a while to realize it was hunger.

And what exactly am I supposed to eat? She slowly turned her head and looked across the pasture. There's nothing here but…grass…

The thought struck the former princess to her core. She looked down to the green grass below her.

I can't…I just look like a cow but I'm a person! A princess! How could I even…

The longer Regina looked at the grass the hungrier she got and the sweeter the grass started to smell.

Just a taste…I'm sure I'll hate it…

Tentatively Regina lowered her muzzle to the grass. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to even do it, but somehow she managed to chop a mouthful of grass and started to chew.

It's so…plain. Maybe if it had a little dressing. What the hell am I thinking? I'm eating grass, not a salad!

Regina chewed and swallowed, not even realizing she had taken another bite until she was chewing it.

I'm just so hungry! I can't stop!

Regina continued to eat, with her bell jingling slightly as she moved her head. The only other sounds were that of a farm pasture.

Milena plodded along, dragging the heavy plow behind her. The farmer guided her through the reins and with an occasional flick across her rear with a switch.

Just you wait until my father finds out what you've done to me. Then we'll see what happens to your rear end!

She continued to pull the plow regardless, fearing any real hits with the switch. Her mind was led to wonder as she just moved her legs without thinking.

Some world of unearthly pleasure this is, worked like a common beast! Whoever wrote that translation should be flogged as well. And damn it all these…teats keep rubbing up against my legs as I move!

Out of frustration Milena let out a loud snort.

Serina wasn’t given a moment’s rest. Any moment she so much as started to slow down the switch would find a new section of her hide to come down on. Serina was grinding her teeth as she pushed the heavy millstone.

Once I am back in my true form I will switch your manhood off! She thought as she brayed at the faceless farmer And that will just be the start, I promise you that!

Serina turned away from the farmer as she continued to walk in circles. The only thing keeping her distracted from her milk-laden teats and aching sex was her anger at the situation she found herself in.

I better wake up in my own bed in the morning, or I swear I will bite that peasant's hand off!

***

The sun started to dip low in the sky and the three animals were led back to the barn. Regina was still getting over having to chew her food for a second time, and wasn't really paying much attention as the farmer guided her back inside. Milena was the next to arrive. She didn’t even think about it as she lowered her head into the water trough to drink. The other two former princesses were knocked out of their personal reflections by the braying of Serina as she was practically dragged back into the barn. She tried to kick at the farmer one last time before he left and closed the barn door with a slam.

Regina looked back and forth between her two friends. She tried to say something, but all that came out were the moos and grunts of a cow. In the end she joined Milena at the trough and started to lap up water. Serina let out her frustrations with a few choice kicks against the walls of the barn, but other than leaving a few hoof-shaped dents they held fast. She then laid down on the floor of the barn, her ears folded back dejectedly.

As the sun set below the horizon the barn grew almost too dark to see anything. Regina did her best to lay down, having to eventually roll on her side because of her massive udder. Milena ate hay from a hanging bale until she started to feel her eyes growing heavy. Without intending to, the mare fell asleep standing up. Serina chewed on hay as well, but only half heartedly. Hearing the sounds of her companions' gentle sleep eventually lulled the donkey into it as well.

There was no dream for Regina. Her eyes closed and all was darkness and quiet for a moment. It may have been a second or a day, there was no telling. Something then pulled Regina out of the void. She let out a gasp, it was as if she slammed physically back into the waking world. She gasped for breath, eyes closed shut, but she soon realized things were very different.

The floor was soft, as she shifted she recognized the familiar feel of silk. Regina opened her eyes and blinked, not expecting such a bright light. She soon realized just how much was different, staring with her own body. Regina wasn’t precisely a human, but she wasn’t fully a cow either. She had almost human legs, though her feet were still cloven hooves. Regina had arms and strange three fingered hands, each ending with a hard tip somewhere between a hoof and a nail. She looked at her hands and almost cried.

“Gods! I have hands!” Regina quickly covered her mouth with her hands, discovering her head was still at least partially bovine. “I can talk again…” she let out in a softer voice.

Regina sat up in the bed and inspected more of her body. She was covered in fur still, which oddly made her feel less vulnerable than being in her skin would have. From what Regina could tell without a mirror she still sported the same black and white pattern she had as a beast. Though shorter, Regina still had a bovine muzzle, small horns and large ears she could easily move. She seemed to have regrown her hair, but it was now a mix of black and white, matching her fur.

Her udder was still there, and just as full of milk as it has been when she passed out in the barn. Along with the udder Regina had breasts as well, though they were far larger than they had been before. The areolas were huge and the nipples large and prominent, as if to imitate the teats down below, even the pale pink color was similar. She shivered as she brushed them with her large finger, and the instant dampness told her they were just as full of milk as her udder.

Looking around her surroundings, she saw she was resting in a large bed covered in silk sheets and pillows surrounded with a gauzy canopy and curtains. Slowly Regina slid from the bed and onto shaky hooved feet. It took he a moment to remember how to walk on two feet

“Hello?” She called out with a nervous voice. She was in a fair sized room in what looked to be a castle. Looking around she saw two other beds like her own. She moved towards the closer of the two. “Milena? Serina?”

“Regina?” Is that you? “She heard Serina’s voice call out from one of the beds. The curtain shifted to the side and a rather donkey-like face poked out with long equine ears pointing towards her. “Regina? Is that you?”

She nodded, “You’re like me, right? Stuck, ah, inbetween?”

“As good a way as any to put it.” She pulled back the curtain and sat on the edge of her bed.

The shaggy donkey coat was gone, now she was covered in a smooth gray coat. Serina had a similar three fingered hand and her legs ended in an equine hoof instead of a cloven cow hoof. Though her muzzle had shortened, it was still plainly a donkey’s face, though the stiff black mane had given way to long dark curls, similar to what her human hair had been. Serina's dark almost black teats hung over her sex as she stood up. Although Serina's chest was probably the same size as Regina’s, on her smaller frame they appeared larger. Her nipples were dark black to match her teats and Regina had little doubt they were as full as her own.

I see we are both naked as the day we were born, have ridiculous bosoms, and…” she glanced down at her friend’s swollen udder, “Well, you know.”

Regina tried and failed to hide her udder with her hands, more embarrassed by that than her lack of clothes. Serina smirked slightly at this, but said nothing as she climbed out of bed.

“Where am I?” They heard Milena’s voice coming from the third bed. “Oh thank the gods! I can speak again!”

By the time Regina and Serina reached the bed Milena was stepping out onto the floor. She was taller as a horse-woman than she had been before all of this. The massive breasts didn’t look as comical on Milena as they did on Serina, and she had firm powerful hips to balance them out as well. It took the horse a moment to comprehend she was now the tallest of their group by a fair margin when she used to be the shortest. She took a few wobbly steps toward her friends, her three fingered hands out infront of her in case she had to catch herself in a fall. Serina didn’t let the change in size affect her at all as she glared up at her friend.

“This is all your fault!” She pushed Milena hard enough to make the horse stumble back a bit. “All because you opened that gods forsaken box we are now a trio of freaks!”

Milena’s face went from shock to anger in a heartbeat. “My fault? Oh no you little ass, this is your fault! You couldn’t let it go! You wanted to see what it was all about! You’re the reason I spent all day hitched to a plow!”

“Shut up! Both of you!” Regina shouted, her hands balled into fists. “As far as I’m concerned I’m a fat ugly cow because you both lack an ounce of sense!”

“Well, you let us into the vault in the first place!” Serina snapped back.

“That was just to shut you up!” Milena gave her a push, knocking the donkey onto her rear.

“Oww! You…you nag!”

Before the fight could continue, the heavy door to the bed chamber opened and the lights in the room dimmed. A heavy, fragrant mist rolled in through the open door. The nostrils of the three princesses flared wide as the strange but enticing scent filled their heads. It was like nothing they had ever smelled, but it was good, and they wanted more. As they enjoyed the cloying mist the tingle in their sexes that had been there since the farm began to increase. Like a blacksmith stoking his forge, the heat inside their loins flared up with intensity. Serina was the first to take a step towards the open door, but Regina and Milena quickly followed. They followed the alluring scent down a dimly lit corridor.

Eventually, the corridor opened up into a grand hall. Candles illuminated frescos on the walls and ceilings. Incense burners were placed throughout the hall, filling it with the scent that had drawn them from the bedchamber. What was most noticeable, however, was the assembly of men gathered in the hall. They were massive specimens, firm and strong as any veteran knight. They also were not wearing a stitch of clothing. If it wasn’t for the fur on their faces the blushes of the three princesses would be visible across the room. The faces of their hosts seemed to be wreathed in the smoky mist of the room, but the three could feel their eyes on them.

“E-excuse me, ah, sirs…” Regina stuttered as the three of them huddled against each other. “We seem t-to be lost.”

The party of men started to move towards them, their manhoods starting to stiffen and grow as they walked.

“P-please do not judge us by these forms, good sirs, we seem to have been c-cursed…I assure you we are all princesses and surely our fathers would-”

Regina was cut off as the men grabbed them and pulled the three of them deeper into the hall. They all struggled against the men, but they were easily overpowered. They were brought into the center of the hall where strange devices awaited them.

Regina was forced to kneel in front of a large polished basin. One of the men held her still while the other reached for her udder. She cried out first in fear and shame, but she let out a moan as one of the men started to stroke her long teats. In just a moment she was squirting out warm milk into the basin. Regina shivered and moaned as the pressure was finally released. She relaxed in the grip of the man holding her. Under her fur she could feel her hot flushed cheeks, but all she could do was submit to the milking.

Another pair of hands went to her breasts. Regina was only slightly surprised when her nipples began to squirt milk into the basin. The milking felt good, Regina couldn't fight that, all she could do was close her eyes and try not to make too much noise.

Serina continued to struggle, even as her arms and legs were strapped down to a padded frame resembling a sawhorse. She was left bent over a basin of her own, face down with her arms and legs spread slightly. She yelled at the men to stay away, but they, of course, didn't listen. A strong pair of hands stroked and milked her swollen teats, the milk loudly spraying against the basin. Serina bit her lip, trying not to moan. She couldn't help it, however, when another pair of hands started on her breasts. It felt so good to have her milk laden teats and breasts drained.

Like she had on the farm, Milena allowed herself to be led. She had realized the only thing fighting got her was a switch on her rear. Milena was placed into a large chair that had an open back for her tail. her legs were spread wide and her teats spilled off of the seat. She closed her eyes and sighed as hands started to drain her load of milk from her teats. Milena was given a bucket and she held it tightly as her breasts were drained slowly into it.

At first the men simply milked their guests, but soon they felt hands starting to rub and pet their soft fur and massaging their bodies slowly and sensually. Regina had relaxed into her position when she suddenly felt a hand slipping down under her udder and brushing against her puffy sex.

"Wha-what? What are you doing?" The cow tried to jump up, but she was pushed back down. "No…I'm a princess!" she was pushed forward on to her knees. "I must remain unsullied for my future-Ahh-ooo!"

Regina cried out, her moan sounding somewhere between a human and a cow. Fingers were rubbing and spreading the folds of her sex. The feeling that had been tingling inside her sex all day was now being brought to the forefront. Regina was forced onto her hands and knees and her long tail was lifted, bearing her needy sex for all to see. As the hands teased and caressed her folds Regina's mind fogged with a desire that was new to her. All the while she was continuously milked into the basin now directly underneath her body.

Milena arched her back as the fingers slipped into her wet sex. She knew this was beyond accepted behavior for a princess, but it felt so good. No matter what her upbringing told her, her body wanted this and so much more. She moaned loudly as her composure continued to slip away.

Serina moaned loudly, almost braying as the fingers slid deeper into her sex. She tried weakly to swat the hand away with her tail, but it was quickly grabbed and pulled out of the way. Her eyes were closed but she opened them when her nose was filled with a heavy musky scent. Serina was presented with an erect cock just inches away from her face. The man placed a large hand on her head and guided the cock towards her mouth. She clamped her jaw shut and tried to pull away, but the hot skin pressing against the side of her muzzle teased her, and strange thoughts wormed their way into her already lust filled mind.

What am I thinking I can't…I've heard some stories…No, I'm a princess! I can't…maybe…maybe just a taste…

Serina's tongue poked out the side of her muzzle and ran along the side of the shaft. She felt a shiver run down her back all the way to the tuft of her tail. Her tongue became bolder, licking at the shaft as she moaned. Serina didn't fight it when the man pushed it into her hot wet mouth. She moaned around the shaft as her tongue worked on the huge member.

"More! more!" Regina begged as her sex was filled for the first time.

She couldn't think about the future implications. All she could think about was the need deep inside her gut to be filled like a beast in heat. The large member forced its way deep inside her sex. Regina pushed back against his thrusts, desperate to slake her lust. Her breasts and udder swayed wildly under her body, sending drops of milk flying everywhere.

Milena lowered herself down onto the thick cock moaning and neighing as it slowly disappeared into her body. His hands pulled her hips down slowly.

"Please! Don't tell…anyone…oh gods! You feel so good!" Milena arched her back against his chest.

It felt simultaneously wrong and right as she was ravished by the faceless man. Milena’s body was on fire, and she needed this fire to burn. The pleasure it brought made it hard to think of anything else other than debauchery. Several more of the men crowded around Milena and her hands were placed on their erect members. She didn’t know exactly what she was doing, but she gripped them firmly and with her own bouncing she began to stroke the shafts. The lewd musky scent of the men blended with the heady incense and her own lustful desires.

Serina was too busy with the shaft in her mouth to turn her head to look at what was going on behind her.. Serina let out a loud cry around the member in her mouth as she was penetrated by one of the men. Through some kind of wordless communication, the pair of men synchronized themselves, thrusting deeply into her body from both ends while she remained bound to the frame. Even while being spit roasted like a pig,Serina was still being milked from both her breasts and her teats.

The sensations wracked her body and soon Serina was experiencing her first climax, though her cry was muffled by the shaft in her mouth. Her partners soon followed, filling her up at both ends with their hot and salty seed. Serina coughed, having swallowed what she could. She panted for breath trying to process what had just happened. The donkey, however, wasn’t given time for introspection as another man walked up behind her and plunged his hard shaft deep into Serina’s already well used sex. The donkey let out a lust filled bray, cut short when another shaft was pressed into her muzzle.

Regina let out a bovine moan as the man behind her pulled out his spent member. She could feel the mix of his seed and her juices oozing down her leg. The cow felt somehow unsatisfied, as if one climax was not enough. Regina didn’t have to wait long. She was rolled off the platform and onto her back. Her legs were lifted up and pressed back against her massive chest. One of the men thrusted into her with more resistance than Regina expected and pushed her down into a mating press. She could feel not only his huge shaft further churning her insides, but the position further stimulated her breasts and udder as he moved, wetting them both with more fresh milk.

Milena’s chestnut coat was splattered with seed, but she didn’t care. She was panting hard as she was lifted off the lap of one male and moved onto the next. This one slid into Milena easier than the first, but it was still a snug fit. As soon as she could feel his balls pressing against her body Milena started to move, lifting herself up and slamming back down on the amazing shaft. She required no prompting this time when more members were presented to her and Milena began to pump the shafts firmly in her three fingered hands.

It barely registered to Serina as she was released from the bonds on the frame. It wasn’t until she was lowered back onto the ground she realized she was free from her restraints. Not that Serina much felt like moving at that point. She was picked up again and carried to a table set for a feast. Serina reached for a goblet of water and guzzled it down desperately with no concern for how unladylike she was being. She was soon joined by her two friends, just as disheveled and covered in sex fluids and milk as Serina was. Milena was in a daze, just staring blankly across the table. Regina was just as thirsty as Serina and guzzled an entire pitcher of water.

Their hosts remained as silent as they were faceless. The three princesses were served perfectly prepared food, though there was no meat or fish to be seen. It was the smell of fresh berries and cream that snapped Milena out of her stupor. The activities had left them drained of more than just their milk, but they were served food and wine to help them recover. As their whits started to return, the three princesses avoided eye contact with each other.

There was no need to say out loud what they had just been through. There was no way they could go back to being princesses now, even if they were fully human again they had been used. No prince would ever take them as a wife now. They were just as silent as their hosts for a while until Regina spoke.

“What do we do now?”

Milena looked down into the goblet of red wine in her hand. “What can we do?”

“In every story I’ve ever heard there is some way to break the curse.” Serina gently wiped her muzzle with a napkin. “We just need to find it.”

“The curse is the least of my problems now. I might as well be back on that accursed farm than face what father will do to me when he finds out about…” she looked around the hall before burying her muzzle in her wine.

“These aren’t even our real bodies.” Serina said, stroking the fur on her arm. “It doesn’t count.”

“Oh please.” Milena let out a loud snort. “Even if we were changed back to our true forms we will still be just as used…and probably still ready for more.” she added softly.

All three of them were quiet again as they pondered that. There was no fighting as their hosts led them away from the table and back into the center of the room. This time they were kept together as the men moved them into position. It was humiliating for Regina that her friends could see her being bent over a table and used so forcefully, doubly so as she couldn’t help begging her partner for more. Milena fell back into an almost trance-like state as she was pushed down onto her knees, and before long was sucking on one male, while fondling two others. Serina was lifted up onto the table and laid onto her back, her head ending up under the cow’s. Her eyes locked with Regina as her legs were spread wide, but she closed them tightly as her sex was claimed yet again.

***

The sex continued on for an unknown amount of time. They were passed around and shifted into new and exciting positions within the hall. They were given short breaks to catch their breath, but little more. When the trio were too tired and spent to be of any further use, their oversensitive bodies were picked up and were carried back to their beds. The three girls moaned softly, almost too tired to sleep. They shifted slightly on the cool silk sheets, but were otherwise still. The light around them grew dimmer with each slow breath they took.

Regina felt herself slipping away into a dreamless sleep. Floating in oblivion, the cow was roused by the morning call of a rooster. Regina blinked open her heavy eyes and lifted her head up. It took a moment to recognize she was back in the barn, and it wasn’t until she yawned she realized she was fully a beast once more.

I don’t know which is worse… Regina thought to herself as she looked around for her companions.

Milena was shaking out her head and neck, tossing her mane wildly about her. She tried to say something, but unsurprisingly all that came out were the snorts and whickers of a horse. Serina brayed loudly from her spot on the floor. Though her voice was just that of an irate donkey, the other two knew she must be cursing up a storm.

Their ears turned to the sound of the barn door opening. The farmers entered to get the beasts for their chores. One approached Regina and encouraged the cow to get up with a smack on her rear. Regina narrowed her eyes at the farmer as she lifted her body off the ground. As she did so, she noticed her udder was already starting to fill again. Milena made no effort to fight the bit and bridle and followed the farmer out of the barn. Waking up back in the barn had only aggravated Serina, so she threw a fit, trying to kick and bite the farmer until he managed to get her in a bridle and teach the defiant donkey a lesson with his switch.

Regina was led back to the same pasture and without even thinking she began to graze on the grass. She chewed a mouth full of fresh grass, still wet with morning dew and looked around the pasture. Regina was left alone to graze and make milk from the look of things. She looked at the simple wooden fence that marked the boundary of the pasture and started to walk towards it, pausing to fill her empty stomach every dozen or so steps.

Maybe I can climb the fence, or at least break it with this bulk. She thought as she walked along the fence, her bell jingling gently as she looked for a low point. I can’t stay here like this. There has to be a way to break this curse!

Regina found a spot where the top bar of the fence dipped slightly lower than the others. She did her best to try and rear up, but it was difficult. Just as the cow managed to get her rear legs up off the ground her udder suddenly seemed to double in size. Regina’s feet came crashing down to the ground in front of the fence. But it was more than just her udder, the tingling swelling heat in her sex flared up. It had been little more than an ember when Regina woke up in the barn, but now it was flared up to a bonfire. All she could think about was being mounted and pounded like she had the night before. Desperate to distract herself from her flaring heat, Regina started to graze again. She did her best to focus on eating instead of her memories of the previous night.

Serina found herself hitched to a small cart today instead of a millstone. The farmers loaded the cart with heavy sacks of flour, no doubt what she had ground from grain the previous day. The load was heavy and it took the donkey some effort to get it moving. It was, however, less boring to pull the cart down the path than to walk in circles for hours. Serina hadn’t given the farmer an excuse to use the switch since they left the barn. She was too deep in thought to bother with him right now.

What happened last night? Was it a dream? Or is this the dream and that other place real? Both feel just as real, and I’m certainly not waking up back as my beautiful self anytime soon. I did seem less full this morning, though I think that’s already starting to change, damn it.

Serina didn’t pay too much attention to the path, she was just happy to not be walking in a circle. They came to some kind of a shack and the farmer began to unload the sacks of flour. Serina dipped her head into a water trough and drank deeply. As she drank an idea came to her.

I bet I’m faster than that bastard of a peasant, as long as I’m not hauling a mountain of flour on my back. If I wait until he gets the last bag off I can make a break for it.

Serina licked the water from her lips and watched the farmer intently as he moved the sacks one by one from the cart to the shed. She waited until he was carrying the last sack through the doorway and then she bolted down the road. She made it two dozen steps when suddenly her teats swelled with milk and her sex flared up demanding attention. The sudden sensations made the donkey trip over her own hooves and end up sprawled on the road.

The farmer had no problem catching her then. He hoisted her up onto her feet and smacked her rear a few times for good measure. Serina didn’t mind the switch this time, the stinging strikes distracted her from the desire burning between her rear legs. The donkey was turned around and started pulling the empty cart back down the same path.

Damn it, I had just gotten the damn things empty…and oh gods! I am so…needy right now. Why couldn’t there be a cursed prince in our barn, huh? That the thought crossed her mind stunned Serina a bit. Oh gods…what is happening to me?

Milena spent the first part of the morning finishing up plowing the field. Once that was done, she was let out into a pasture. She grazed on the fresh grass and couldn’t help but think how much tastier it was than hay. As she raised her head back up from the grass, she looked around the small pasture. She was all alone, the farmer apparently leaving her to just eat until he found another chore for her.

I wonder… she thought as she chewed, every fall we would attend the riding competition. The horses and rider could easily clear hurdles taller than the fences. Perhaps I could…

Milena started to move in the pasture, getting used to moving her body faster, working up to a trot and then a gallop. She pointed herself towards one of the fences, ready to jump it. However, as Milena got close she felt her teats balloon up and her sex burn with need. She ended up crashing against the fence and was left sprawled on the ground, panting. As Milena laid on the ground, the memories of the previous night came flooding back, only further fueling the heat between her legs.

I shouldn’t have tried that…of course it works like this…damn it!

***

As the sun started to set the trio were led back to the barn. They were once again heavy with milk. They ate and drank in silence as the barn was closed and the setting sun gave way to night. Regina watched as her friends settled in for the night and drifted off. The cow was tired as well, but she was afraid to sleep this time, as sleep gave them no release from the humiliation of their cursed forms. In the end her tired body gave out and she laid down and closed her eyes.

The jump wasn’t as intense this time, but Regina still felt it as she woke up once again on her bed in her more humanoid form. She let out a long sigh and just laid her head back down on a silk pillow.

“Regina? Is that you?” Milena said as she poked her head through the curtains.

“Who else would it be?” Regina said, turning over on her side as best she could with full breasts and udder.

“Your bed was empty for a while, we were trying to figure out what happened to you.”

“I tried to not fall asleep in the barn. Maybe this is a dream then?”

“Or maybe we have two bodies.” Serina said, pulling back the curtain, “Who knows, all I know is I need to be milked.”

“I need more than just that…” Milena said softly.

The three of them were quiet as they pondered the raging lust and need to be mounted that was burning inside of them. They didn’t have long to think about it before the door to the bedchamber opened.

“What do you think happens if we just stay here?” Regina asked as she saw the same heady mist flowing in through the open door.

“They probably will just come and hull us to that hall or somewhere else in this castle.” Milena said with a sigh.

“They don’t need to get us, not this time. My breasts are aching to be milked and other parts of my body need…attention.” Serina said as she looked down at her fury body. “I would guess you are both feeling the same way.

Neither spoke a word, but Serina could see their agreement on their faces.

They loitered for a moment more, but when Serina took her first step towards the door, her friends followed. Once again they followed the mist down a long corridor towards the light, but this time it did not open into a hall. Instead a grand bath was laid out before them. Small baths of hot water steamed and a large deep pool dominated the center. Unsurprisingly the bath was full of the same faceless but well endowed men. Both groups wordlessly approached each other.

They were led to an empty bath and arranged around the rim. Hands then began to squeeze nipples and teats. Regina and Meleina tried to keep some dignity as they were milked, but once Serina let out a loud lusty bray, the cow and the horse dropped their pretense. It felt so good to be milked. Not just to release the pressure that had built up over the day on the farm. But the strong fingers squeezing and pulling was fueling the need inside them as they were slowly drained of their milk.

Serina reached out to one of the men and ran her hand slowly up his leg until she reached his hard manhood and began to stroke it gently. He responded by guiding the donkey’s mouth to his shaft and soon she was moaning around the member as she was milked. Regina couldn’t believe what she saw Serina do at first, but as she watched her friend bob her head on the shaft, Regina licked her lips and felt more jealous than shocked. When her head was turned towards a stiff manhood she eagerly opened her own large mouth and started to suckle on the man. Milena was sucking on one while eagerly stroking another. She shifted her mouth between the shafts to her left and right.

The men continued to milk the princesses until they started to run dry. Between the three of them they had filled a decent amount of the empty bath. Serina needed no encouragement, bending over a massage table she lifted her tail and presented her soaking wet sex. She let out a lustful bray as she was immediately filled by one of the men. Hearing their friend call out, only made Milena and Regina want it more. Milena spread her legs wide and was soon topped by a huge male. She wrapped her powerful legs around his waist and held onto his arms tightly as he plowed his way deeply into her. Regina climbed up onto a man lounging on a chair. She guided his member into her needy sex as she straddled him. She let out a long lusty moo as she impaled herself on his shaft.

Milena was squeezing her partner tightly as she climaxed hard. She threw back her head and whinnied loudly as she rode it out. Milena was still panting as her partner was switched out for another. He slid in easily into her wet and open passage. She gripped her new partner tightly by his arms and moaned as he slammed hard into her.

Regina slammed down with a final thrust and let out a long bovine cry of climax. The burning need for more was still there, however. Lucky for her there were plenty of men willing to fill her need. She was pulled onto another lap and she reached down to help guide the new shaft into her more than ready body.

Serina Brayed loudly as her first partner filled her with his seed. She was guided onto all fours, but she kept her tail lifted, ready for the next shaft. She soon found herself spitroasted again between two men. One railed her from behind while the other’s shaft thrust deeply into her muzzle.

The moans and cries of the former princesses echoed off the walls of the bath. Given the volume it was hard to believe there were only the three of them. Partners were changed, and positions shifted as the cow, horse, and donkey were railed and used willingly. At some point they were carried to one of the hot baths and their tired bodies were placed in to soak and relax for a time. The hot water was laced with minerals and oils helping to relax and refresh the three bathers.

Serina let out a long almost contented sigh as she slid into the water up to her neck. Milena tried to keep her long mane out of the water with one hand. Regina was gently caressing her udder under the water as she let the heat from the water soak into her tired muscles.

“Do you think they are done?” Milena said as she did her best to plie up her long hair.

“Don’t be silly, they gave us a break last time, remember.” Serina said without even opening her eyes.

“Otherwise I don’t think we would last through the night.” Regina said, leaning back in the bath. “This is our life now, isn’t it?”

“You mean toiling away the day at that damned farm, only to spend our nights as wanton wenches here.” Serina let out a bitter laugh. “This truly is an unearthly pleasure, isn’t it?”

“I think that’s why they curse us with the day on the farm.” Milena said softly, “What better way to make us want this, to enjoy this. And don’t deny it, I could hear your cries of passion as well as my own.”

Regina said nothing and Serina just let out another humorless laugh.

“How do you think this ends?” Regina looked down into the pool of hot water. “Do we grow old and they lose interest in us? Do we get slaughtered once we can no longer work the farm?”

“I have a feeling escaping here will not be as simple as death.” Serina said, staring into the water. “There could be no end to this life, just a blur of going back and forth between here and the farm.”

They sat in silence in the hot bath after that. When the men came to pull them out they once again willingly obliged to their partners. They were fondled and caressed as they were carried to the large central pool. The water was cold, a fact that was more noticeable after their soak in the hot bath. It got a few surprised noises from the three as they were pulled in with their hosts. They did not bring them there for just a swim, however. The water of the pool added a new dimension to the depravity as the three were used by their hosts

Regina found herself wrapping her legs around a partner’s waist as he stood up in the middle of the pool. With the water there to support her, she found it easy to grind his shaft deep into her body. Regina held on tightly to her partner as they bucked against each other in the chest high water. Her breasts and udders rubbed against his water slicked chest and abs. Regina’s large bovine ears were filled with the sound of her friends’ pleasure and it only enhanced the experience for her.

Serina held on tightly to the edge of the pool as her body was pulled out into the water. She was left floating on the surface of the pool as the man forced his way deeply into her. Her back arched and she cried out, gripping the edge of the pool tighter. Serina felt the shock of each thrust as she floated on the water. Exposed as she was, it was no surprise another two men approached to tease and play with her nipples. She couldn’t care less if a bit of milk spilled out into the clear water of the pool, it felt amazing as they tweaked and stroked all four sensitive nubs.

Milena was lifted up in the water by a pair of men. She wasn’t sure what they had planned until she felt both tips of their shafts pressing into her sex. Her cry echoed out louder than any other as she was filled nearly to bursting by both men. Milena was overcome with the pure ecstasy of having her well broken in sex stretched wide. In the deepest part of her mind she wondered if that was what a mare felt when mounted by a stallion. This was mostly drowned out by the feeling of pure pleasure the twin members were giving her.

Milena was the first to climax, harder than she had yet experienced. She almost passed out, and would have been in trouble if not for her partners who carried her limp body to the edge of the pool to recover. Serina came next, crying out and braying, a cloud of milk in the water surrounding her. She was left to float lazily on her back in the pool as she caught her breath. Regina was not far behind her friends as she bellowed loudly with her climax, holding her partner in a deathgrip as he pumped her sex full of his seed.

The girls were carried out of the pool and their fur dried with thick plush towels by their hosts. By the nature of this night’s party, the three were left cleaner than the last. They were carried back to their beds and left to fall asleep. For the second time, Regina did her best to stay awake, savoring the feel of the silk sheets and pillows she knew all too soon would be replaced with earth and straw.

Gods…what is happening to us? What is happening to me? I used to be a proper princess. Is it spending my days as a beast that has brought this on, or was this always there, just under the surface of the old me?

Eventually, her eyes shut closed and she drifted off into an exhausted but restful sleep.

***

The morning call of the rooster awoke Regina, back in the barn where she had laid down the evening before. She slowly got up on her hooves before the farmers even unbarred the door. She felt hungry, and was looking forward to her time in the pasture to eat. Milena and Serina joined her in waiting for the barn door to open. The three of them knew there was no point in struggling, it would only make their day more frustrating to wait through.

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