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Rudd and Jeremiah sat antsily in their fold-out director chairs, both staring at their phones while tapping their feet/hooves in a most anxious rhythm. The rest of the crew milled about the set and the craft services table, inheriting their bosses' nervous energies as they wondered whether all their hard work would be a bust or not.

Doe was already in costume as a mix between farmhand and receptionist, clopping her hoof-proof phone screen to ask Julie and Kiera what the hell had happened to cause the delay. Pete was huddled with his other camera operators, Debra and Oma, while Flissa was triple-checking every prop and set decoration listed on her clipboard. Francesca the costume lizard was especially harried, making last minute adjustments to one of her costumes on the fly with her sewing machine. Only Jordana was collected, playing with her sound mixer while her headphones blocked out all the stress of the outside world.

Hunter was usually so damn punctual that the whole company had taken his perfect attendance for granted. Without the star that had revived their studio, employees and managers alike were rudderless. Rudd especially was squirming with discomfort. While he had text confirmation that Hunter was on their way, it meant it fell to him to break the bad news about this shoot to their star talent.

It was fittingly without fanfare that Hunter finally pushed through the studio doors and greeted the crew with a shortness of breath. “Sorry! So sorry!"

The entire lot applauded at Hunter's arrival as Rudd and Jeremiah shot out of their seats and rushed to the actor. A good deal of the other crew members, including Doe and Francesca, also huddled around the star, wanting to know just what excuse they had to halt the production like this.

“Gods, what happened?!" Rudd asked worriedly. Jeremiah cut in to add words of his own,

“Do you know how much money your tardiness cost us??"

All Hunter could give at first was an exasperated sigh. “I know, and I feel terrible, but this was an emergency."

“Better've been a good one, Prey," Stud snapped.

“Excuse our oafish producer," Rudd unsparingly dragged, bringing Jeremiah to scoff and expel hot air from his nostrils. “But we were worried. You mind briefing us on the hold-up?"

“O-Okay," Hunter began, “But I just wanna remind everyone you're all under NDA and legally can't tell a soul about this." The entire crew nodded, well aware of the ramifications. Hunter exhaled. “Long story short, my ex from the human world is running from an abusive situation, aaaaaand now she's here." The entire studio murmured in shock at the revelation. “Don't worry, she's in a safe place where she won't be found, so don't get your tails in a knot."

“Another human?!" Jeremiah groaned, “Ugh, well that's certainly an excuse."

“Gods, I'm so sorry, Hunter," Rudd consoled. “It must be real bad if taking her here was her best option."

“Thanks, Rudd," Hunter responded, warmed by the rottweiler's typically empathetic demeanor. “If anything, I'm now more worried about this shoot. What happened?" The human gestured at the state of the studio, papers and props and costumes strewn about from what was clearly an impromptu scramble. Rudd whined.

“Mimi Michaels is out of the picture."

Hunter felt his stomach sink. “You're kidding!"

“I wish. But she's an A-lister and very particular about her schedule. We couldn't refuse since we didn't know when you'd be back, so we had no choice but to let her go. We're down a co-lead now."

“Fuck! I fucked up the shoot, I'm so sorry!"

“Nonono, you didn't fuck up!" Rudd placed his paws on the human's shoulders, trying to comfort him best as he could. “Like I told you, Stud's got connects with the bovine film community. We already have an understudy lined up and she should be on her way right now."

Hunter was hit with the biggest wave of relief in his entire life. “Thank gods... Again, I'm so, so sorry. I'll make it up for you all, I swear."

“No worries, Hunter," Doe spoke out from the crowd. “Trust me, before you arrived, we were used to shooting late hours. Just get your smut on and we'll call it even."

The rest of the crew nodded and agreed with the doe. Hunter's heart grew from the thoughtfulness and dedication of the Ruttweiler staff. “I can do that, don't you worry," the human declared.

Jeremiah rolled his eyes, the only sourpuss in the group. “Yeah, well, you better be on your A-game, Prey. I had to call in a massive fucking favor for you, and I'm on a limited supply. You better not let this happen again."

“I can't promise you that," Hunter said sadly, well aware that his life was only about to get more hectic now that his two worlds had collided so forcefully. “But I'll do my best, bossman."

“Tch." Jeremiah walked away from the group huddle. “Back to work, everyone!"

With that final bellow, the entire crew kicked into overdrive, sprinting to their stations to make up for lost time. Hunter walked with Rudd toward the dressing rooms, the two catching up.

“So... How did she react to her first anthro sighting?" Rudd cheekily inquired. Hunter smiled, finally letting the mood lighten a bit.

“Pretty well, all things considered. It helps that Kiera is just that good at calming her human visitors. Almost wish she was there for my 'audition.'"

“Heh, I'll say. I still remember the way you first saw me. You looked like you were about to vomit."

“No kidding!"

“So, you said this human's your ex?" Rudd grinned wryly back at the human. “How does she compare?"

“What with you?" Hunter chortled, “Well, she doesn't have a knot, so that's ten points for you automatically."

“Heh, not even a competition."

Just before they reached the exit, the door on the other side could be heard swinging open, causing the entire room to turn their heads.

A new face had entered the chaotic bustle of the studio. She was a highlander cow woman with soft caramel fur coating her thick physique, and two short, stubby horns atop her head. Wearing a bright pastel dress to go with her shaggy fur coat, the young cow exuded a warm, kind, yet inexperienced presence as she scratched her elbow and shuffled on her hooves.

“I-Is this Studio 4C?" she asked with a beautiful Southern Belle lilt. Everyone's ears turned bright red at its angelic sound.

Rudd quickly hurried to the other end of the studio with Hunter in tow to greet the new actress. He held his paw out to shake hers. “Rudd Wyler. Welcome to Ruttweiler Pictures, Miss...?"

The cow shook his paw back and gave a smile sweet as sugar. “Campbell. Cassidy Campbell." She turned to Hunter. “Oh my! And you're that human dynamo on all the billboards!" Cassidy excitedly shook Hunter's hand. The human blushed like mad at her innocent demeanor. The girl was so damn sweet and charming that she didn't feel like an aspirant of the entertainment industry at all, let alone ready to be stuffed and fucked in some grade-A smut. It was like she was plucked from a cute Southern period romance starring Julie Andrews and Bette Davis.

Hunter shook himself from the reverie and smiled at the adorable Scottish highlander. “Th-That's me. Hunter Prey, at your service."

“I gotta say, it's incredible being here! Thank you all so much for taking a chance on a no-name cow like me~"

“It's our pleasure," Rudd grinned. “If anything, you should thank our producer. He's a talented bovine too. Oh, Stud! Did you order an up-and-comer actress??"

Everyone turned to Stud, who was found at the corner of the crafty table, acting rather strangely. It was like he was trying to hide his face from the new actress, digging his muzzle into a bowl of fruit salad to obscure his features. “In a moment!" he yelled between chews, mouth full of honeydew melon. “Shit, she's here already??" he muttered under his breath.

Hunter tilted his head. What was with Stud now? He was his usual grumpy self before. He'd never seen the bull look so out of sorts, like he was caught unprepared when the teacher asked him to stand in front of the class. Rudd didn't think much of it, beckoning his boss over. “C'moooon, Stud, you picked this cute little thing, why not congratulate her yourself!"

Cassidy tilted her head as well, as if trying to make out something she couldn't quite place on the bull. Jeremiah shuffled away from the craft table as conspicuously as possible. “I would but I have some calls to make! You know, busy busy busy. Anyway, I'll see you all at the wrap party—"

“Daddy?" Cassidy murmured innocently.

Jeremiah froze in his hooves, fur standing on end. The rest of the crew members whispered to each other in complete shock. Daddy? As in... No. It can't be!

Hunter and Rudd's jaws fell agape as it clicked in both their heads. Sighing in defeat, Jeremiah finally turned around to show his muzzle to the cow girl in his studio. “Hey, buttercup," he bellowed sadly.

Cassidy's cheery, innocent demeanor melted completely. Shock and anger and sadness all fought for space in her expressive eyes, trying to decide on one to grasp. Finally, she landed on anger and threw her purse at the old bull. Stud flinched as it flew inches past him and onto the studio wall.

“Unbelievable! I knew this was too good to be true!" Her normally soft voice rasped from the atypical yell she let out. The cow stomped her hoof against the cold hard floor for emphasis.

“Now, Cassidy, if you'll let me explain—"

“The one thing I asked of you, and you broke it! How'm I s'pposed to make it in this biz with you tilting the scales for me! That's nepotism!"

“Gods' sake, Cass, this is Groveside! Every actor's the cub of some producer or agent! What do you think this is?!"

Doe rolled her eyes in the background, not bothering to correct the bull with her own humble origins. Cassidy stood her ground, even as tears mottled her fur. “I don't care! You never respected me or momma! And now you're makin' up stories about actors leaving just so you can hire me under false pretenses?! Well, I got integrity, believe it or not! So you can take your li'l rut film and shove it!" The cow turned to Hunter, her manner reverting back to meek. “I-It was nice meeting you, Prey..."

And with that, she clopped out of the studio, leaving the entire room stunned and silent. All Jeremiah could do was watch as his own daughter swung through the studio door and exited his life... again.

“Aaaaand we just lost another co-lead," Rudd sighed with defeat.

Hunter shrugged, realizing he'd have to fix this. “I'll be right back!" he exclaimed as he sprinted out to follow the cow before she left.

Doe clopped behind him. “Hang on! I'm coming with!"

With the two actors now out of the studio, everyone turned to the bull who gave them their paychecks like he was finally mortal. All Stud could respond with was a pathetic grumble. “I'll be in my office."

---

Cassidy stomped loudly down the studio hallways, rubbing tears from her eyes as she blushed full of embarrassment. She felt so stupid. Here she thought she'd finally caught a break based off her own merits, only for it to be an underhanded gimme by her shrewd father. Gods, why did he insist on forcing himself into her life like this?!

Loud foot and hoofsteps clapped behind her. She turned to find Hunter and Doe sprinting to catch up. “Cassidy!" Doe exclaimed. The two reached the cow and walked in pace with her so they could have a proper conversation.

“I'm sorry, Miss Adira," Cassidy sighed, “I really wanted to work with you and Prey, truly. But I ain't gonna compromise my integrity to work for that bull."

“Believe me, I know better than anyone what a dick Jeremiah can be," Doe assured, resting a hand on the cow's shoulder to stop her from trotting away. “But we really were in need of a last minute understudy. Whatever his faults, I don't think he meant for this to be a gotcha."

“R-Really?" Cassidy asked , fluttering her eyelashes like a proper Southern dame. “Well, that don't change my decision. Nepotism aside, I can't work for him. You heard the way he talks to me! When I was a calf he was all, 'Don't become an actress, this industry'll eat you alive!' And then I book three commercials and a regular guest role on a TV show and he's like 'Duuuhh, you only got the part 'cuz yer my daughter!' Like, which is it, Daddy?! Is this industry gonna eat me alive or am I just not good enough to get by without everyone knowin' I'm his progeny?!"

Hunter cringed a little at the very personal anecdotes she shared about his boss. It was obvious these were things she'd been wanting to scream out for a long time. He spoke up, “Well, I haven't known him that well, but Stud isn't a monster. I'm sure in his own emotionally immature way he was just trying to protect you."

“Yeah, well, I don't need protection!" Cassidy declared, lifting her muzzle up high. “I'm an independent country cow in the big city, he should know I can handle myself by now."

“You're absolutely right," Hunter replied. “But you know what would really stick it to him? Shoving your professionalism in his face by showing him your chops on this movie."

“Exactly," Doe chimed in. “Besides, this wasn't even all Stud's decision. Rudd's the one who came across your reel, he convinced Stud to hire you."

Cassidy's ears lowered as she turned to the cervine. “He... did?" Her mind wandered. Had she really gotten this role through her own merits?... No! She stomped her hoof down in defiance. “Look, I'm flattered that two big stars like yerselves are goin' through all this trouble to convince me, but I got principles. Dad— Stud chose this industry over his own herd. For that, I... I can't be in the same room as him."

She leaned against the wall, tired and sad and frustrated all at once. Hunter and Doe could see the conflict in her eyes, the push and pull between her desire to work with them and her disdain for her father. Doe opened her muzzle to say something... but couldn't do it, not wanting to make things worse.

Hunter rested a hand on her furred shoulder and looked at her, as if to say, I got this. He stepped forward and leaned against the wall next to her, hoping for a proper heart-to-heart. “I just watched one of my best friends get chased out of town by her own family."

Cassidy finally looked up, surprised by the sudden admission.

“I'm serious. Just today, they threatened to ruin her life just for refusing to play by their rules..." Hunter clenched a fist. “It fucking infuriates me, knowing there are people like that out there. And I get that nothing can undo whatever damage Stud did to your family, but he's not one of those people. I've known him for a while now, and though he's surly and stubborn and kind of a prick, deep down he cares about this studio and looks after us. Whatever he does, even his many mistakes, he does because he loves us. And I could tell from the way he looked at you that he loves you too."

A sad, frustrated groan huffed out of Cassidy's muzzle. She hated to admit it, but the human was right.

“Cassidy, I could tell from the second you clopped in here that you really wanted to work with us. Don't let your baggage with your dad keep you from living your life. You actually have the choice not to run away... Not all of us do..." A pained crack escaped Hunter's voice. Doe frowned just hearing it. She could tell that this had already been a draining, emotional day for him. So could Cassidy. The cow woman sniffled a little before looking Hunter in the eye.

“That was a helluva guilt trip you just did," she finally replied. Hunter laughed, sensing the levity of her statement.

“Sorry," Hunter said. “It's been a weird day."

“No, no, I needed to hear that. It helped put things into perspective..." Cassidy stood up straight and turned to face the two stars head-on. “Y'know I nearly got hit by a taxi once I got the call. Didn't even look both ways, I was so excited!" She finally let out a full smile. “Lemme change you, Hunter. You won't be disappointed."

A wave of relief hit Hunter and Doe. They rushed over to give the cow a friendly group hug. Cassidy would've near-melted from the contact she received from the two biggest stars in the anthro world. But there was one last thing to take care of.

“I just have... one condition," the cow girl began, piquing the interest of her soon-to-be costars.

---

Rudd sighed in disappointment after hearing Jeremiah's piece. In the time between Cassidy storming out and now, the bull had admitted to all the ways he had failed his family back home. Cheating on his three herdwives, an absentee father to his five calves, alcoholism...

“Truth is," Stud continued, “I had just begun AA when we first met. You know me, Wyler, you know I haven't had a drink in all the years we've known each other. I even got the ten year chip to prove it." He opened the drawer on his desk and dug through its contents. “Now where did I put that thing..."

“I don't need to see it, I believe you," Rudd shook his head. “I just... all those times we've mated. Were you cheating on your herdwives with me?"

“Nah, we were long separated before you and I met."

“But you never once talked to your calves after the separation."

“No... I wasn't much of a father to them in the first place. I didn't wanna screw them up any more than I already had."

Rudd groaned, “Stud, we've butted heads for about as long as we've known each other, so I'm only gonna say this once: you're... fine. You're a stubborn and often times greedy piece of shit, which makes it all the more frustrating that you care about us deep down. I mean, I can't even count the times you've saved this studio from the red."

“What's that got to do with my self-imposed exile?"

“I'm saying if you can father this studio of horny weirdos, surely you could be a better father to your cubs. I mean, ten years of sobriety ain't nothing to scoff at."

The bull chuckled pithily. “Tch, well, it ain't as easy as it looked. I've had some bad nights and almost-relapses. Figured it would happen eventually, so I thought it better to happen by my lonesome than in front of my herd."

“Now that's some self-defeatist bullshit, no offense."

“Yeah, well—"

Before Jeremiah could wallow in his bad feelings any longer, the door slammed open. The two turned to find Cassidy storming back into the office with Hunter and Doe behind her. She faced her father with a stern resolve that nearly made the skin beneath his fur flush white.

“I'll be in your movie, Daddy," she stated plainly. “But I'll needja to promise me you leave the set while we do it."

Jeremiah began to protest, “Now, I ain't gonna—"

“Lemme finish!" Cassidy sternly interrupted. “I ain't havin' my Daddy watch me get my rut on, no matter how high-up the ladder you are. Yer gonna go to a bar or a walk in the park or sumthin'. Let the rest of yer crew worry 'bout me. And you can't watch the dailies or any of the cuts ever."

“Well, how am I gonna know you did a good job?"

Cassidy shrugged her shoulders. “Yer jus' gonna hafta trust me, Daddy. And yer crew."

The two cows stared each other dead in the face, almost fighting to see who would blink first... Jeremiah conceded with a light smirk. “Got it."

Cassidy smiled back. “Hmph," she let out, spinning on one hoof as she turned around to leave the office and get ready for the role. Rudd stared at his two other stars in disbelief.

“How'd you get her back?" the rottweiler asked in exasperated relief..

“Sorry, Rudd," Doe said in a teasing coo. “Ladies' club only." Hunter, still in their male human form, winked back, knowing he was about to join the ladies' club soon.

Grinning from ear to ear, Rudd turned to his boss with an earned smugness. “Well, let's go! We've got smut to film! Chop chop!" Clapping his paws loudly, the now enthusiastic rottweiler led everyone but Stud out of the office, ready to get back on set doing what they came here to do.

The bull stayed behind, looking down to grab his wallet out of his pants pocket. Opening it up, he stared at an old photograph of him with his three herdwives and their newlyborn calves, all smiling and happy. In a way, this was the first time the bull had felt this happy since the day they took that photo. Putting it back in his pocket, Jeremiah grabbed his truck keys and clopped away. A walk in the park did sound nice today...

---

In the span of an hour, the crew worked doubletime to get the set made-up and ready all the equipment, creating quite possibly the most textured playing ground for their stars yet. Using warm bulbs to create the illusion of natural outdoor light, the interior of a cozy barn had been created, bathed in simulated sunbeams that gave the vibe of a countryside afternoon. But this was no ordinary barn, as inside each “pen" was a melange of curvaceous bovine extras, all bearing giant milkers filled with delicious dairy. The female extras were all gabbing and mooing as a team of furstylists brushed their coats and attached milking tubes to their tits.

Rudd was blocking shots with his three camera operators Pete the boar, Debra the zebra, and Oma the monkey, while Nick the fennec and Flissa the hawk made sure every prop and board of wood on the set was in its rightful place. Gator twins Mila & Gayle were setting up the mics and soundboard, and Dale the giraffe gaffed up every cord in the room for safety. Most importantly, as per Cassidy's request, Jeremiah Stud was nowhere to be seen on the studio floor.

Hunter finally entered the set, wearing farm-appropriate attire: a fleece gilet over a linen long-sleeve shirt, denim jeans secured by a faux-leather belt, a chocolate brown fedora, and cowboy boots the human brought from his home dimension, as they hardly even existed in this paw and hoof-clad world. Hunter observed the set in awe as he walked up to Rudd, admiring the bovine beauties that would eventually take part in the shoot.

“Wow," the human said to his rottweiler director. “Nick's set-building skills have only gotten better."

“I'll say," Rudd replied. “I remember hiring him off of a soap opera set. Kind of environment you've gotta learn to adapt quickly in. He's got experience to spare."

“Awesome." Hunter smiled at the canine, feeling his skin brush against his fur. The tickle it caused brought a light blush around his nose. “Thanks for not blowing up at me. This day has been kind of a mess."

“Hey, I'd never blow up at you. I'm not that kind of director. Or, heh, that kind of boyfriend."

Hunter practically shrank from how hard he swooned. Hearing the rottweiler finally use that term, 'boyfriend'... it was like music to his ears. Rudd warmly smiled back, wrapping a paw around the human's waist and holding him nice and close.

“... Besides," Rudd continued, “I can't even imagine the day you've been going through. Talkin' that poor cow back onto the project after everything with your ex? You sure you're not too exhausted for the shoot?"

“Honestly, I could use a trip outside of my human skin after today," said Hunter, bringing Rudd to chuckle.

“And a few orgasms here and there," the canine finished. Hunter laughed with him, just as the studio doors opened.

Francesca the costume lizard stepped in with a now dressed-up Cassidy, who wore white short-shorts, an open blouse tied up above the belly, and a cowgirl hat resting over her ears, short horns poking through the holes on the rim. She absolutely owned the look of a sexed-up farm cowgirl, seductively flicking her tufted tail as she shook her rump and trotted on those thick hooves. The whole room lit up at her look. For as slutty as her costume was, she still retained the gentle poise she came in with, and the two attitudes complemented each other nicely.

“Principle cast is all ready," Francesca announced as she turned her attentions to her team of fur stylists. “How're the extras looking?" She waltzed up to closely inspect the line of bovine extras for any kinks in their coats. All the while, Cassidy clopped up to Rudd and Hunter.

“I can hardly believe I'm about to be in a Ruttweiler film!" the cow beamed graciously. “I just wanna say, I'm so sorry I brought all this herd drama on set."

“No worries," Rudd eased. “If anything, it's my fault for not properly vetting where Stud knew you from. A little timeout will do that bull good."

Cassidy nodded warmly before turning to Hunter. “Doe told me more about yer friend, Hunter— or rather, your ex. I'm so sorry to hear what happened. I can't imagine what she's goin' through, bein' stuck in a whole new world away from all her friends... If she ever needs someone to hang with, I'm more'n happy. I know what it's like to be in a new town makin' a new start."

“Wow, that's so kind of you!" Hunter was once again amazed by how sweet and down-to-earth the cow woman was. “Knowing her, I bet she just wants time to herself right now, but I'll let you know first thing if she changes her mind."

Rudd stepped in between the two gabbing actors, “You two got some great chemistry already. Loving it, loving it, loving it. Let's hone in on that while we're on a roll and try to find the sensual core of it while we wait for the finishing touches on the set."

“Oh, of course, Mister Wyler!" Cassidy said giddily.

The director and his two stars huddled up to delve deeper into the scenario and characters. Now that all the drama had been taken care of, it was freeing to return their focus to what they came here to do: make some filthy transformative smut. How their newfound admiration for each other would translate to the screen, however... they were ready to find out together.

---

“Roll sound..."

“Marker."

*clap!*

“Aaaaaand, ACTION!"

Hunter Prey sat patiently in the modest waiting room, with very little to do but examine the walls of old timey photographs covering the walls. The pictures documented generations of cows and bulls ranging from the sepia-toned '30s to the technicolor '50s and onward. The history of this establishment washed over the humble human. The office could be mistaken for decades old with its hardwood floors and walls creaking under the weight of the human's boots. The only indicator of modernity came in the office desk, where a cervine receptionist, wearing a modest blouse and pencil skirt, clacked away on a new computer while screening several important calls.

Feeling out of his depth and out of place, Hunter shifted uncomfortably as he looked at the hardwood floors and saw signs of wear, scuffage and hoof marks of all shapes and sizes. The human's large cowboy boots almost felt like they were overcompensating in such an environment.

“Mister Prey?" Doe the receptionist finally called, startling the human from his anxious wait. “Florence Oakley will be seeing you."

“Th-Thank you," Hunter stammered, restlessly tapping his boot against the floor.

It didn't take much longer before the loud clop of hooves signaled a new arrival. Hunter stood up in preparation for the woman of the hour to appear.

The clopping grew stronger until, stepping into the office, Cassidy Campbell arrived in-character, taking on a more sophisticated air than usual.

“Howdy, Prey," greeted the bovine woman of the hour. “I'm Florence Oakley. Welcome to Oakley farms!" Confidently stepping right up to the human's face, she gripped his hand firmly for a handshake, squeezing his flesh with her hard, hoof-capped fingers.

“Nice to meet you," Hunter politely responded, not letting it show how painful her grip was. “And thank you again for letting me tour your facilities. I know my request was... irregular."

“I'll say," Florence smiled, flashing her pearly whites. “It's not every day a once-in-a-lifetime human superstar asks to see my cozy ol' farm."

“Heh, I'm just here on vacation. My costars tell me this is a great place to stay and unwind. They wouldn't shut up about the gourmet cheese-tasting platter you guys offer either."

“Ahh, yes, world-renowned in fact! But I'll let the place speak fer itself. Howbout I give ya a tour. Most aren't allowed to see how the sausage is made, but, hehe, I'm happy to make an exception for the Hunter Prey."

“Wow, that sounds incredible! Lead the way!" Hunter excitedly stood up and followed Florence to the hallway. Though, Florence did back up while the human was excited and whispered into her doe receptionist's ear...

“Keep the doors locked, hun. We don't want our special guest getting lost now, do we?" the cow cooed seductively. Her cervine assistant licked her lips, getting the message.

“Loud and clear, Miss Oakley~"

Florence leaned in to lick the deer woman in the cheek before clopping back to the hallway, leaving the doe with a shudder and a wet spot on her once conservative pencil skirt.

---

Hunter walked with the innocent pep and wonder of a boy scout, taking in the many photos of the farms history, including the original owner, a proud male steer, standing alongside a gaggle of big bosomed cow women in late 19th century maid outfits. Hunter thought little of its implications as Florence inundated him with her corporate spiel.

“We here at Oakley Farms produce only the finest milk from our feral cows. See, we cow folk feel a kinship with our lesser-evolved brethren. We know what they like 'n how best to care for 'em. It's only natural we get the best out of our kin."

“That's amazing!" Hunter exclaimed. “I had no idea you guys identified so closely to your ferals. I suppose that's the instincts I felt while I... you know..."

“Oh, I'm verrry familiar with yer work, Hunter. And I must say you do a splendid job givin' us— what did you call us? Ah. Givin' us anthros some much needed relief, if ya catch my drift."

Hunter blushed a little. “Aw thanks, but I'm here to get away from work. Just hoping for a nice weekend gorging on quality milk, cheese, and wine while I enjoy the countryside."

“Mmm, well don't you worry yer pretty li'l head. You'll be in fer quite the treat~" Florence finally lead the human to the end of the hall, opening a large set of wooden double-doors. “This is our most premium product. One taste and you'll never wanna eat or drink anythin' else."

Hunter watched as the light of the barn poured into his eyes, slowly revealing its inner machinations laid bare.

The human's smile flattened into a shocked gape. In the pens weren't feral cows... but anthro ones. Very female, nude, voluptuous cows gifted with the fullest of breasts, some reaching outright J-cup sizes. And they weren't there to graze or eat, no no. Their well-endowed mammaries were attached to clear, plastic milking hoses hanging from the ceiling, pumping and massaging their tits to drain them of their life-giving essence. Some particularly eager volunteers also had vibrating suction tubes attached to their pussies, siphoning their lustful juices just as they mooed with delight. The tubes connected to somewhere beyond the barn building, most likely to one of the factories for processing. Hunter, stunned and lost for words, could only wonder as to what they would use this stuff for.

“See, any ol' farm can offer up regular milk," Florence teased. “The real good stuff comes from our more... impassioned workers. Folks pay top dollar for quality dairy products made from our anthro cows, claimin' there's an... aphrodisiacal quality to a proper belle's milk. And who're we to turn down good business."

“I-I see," Hunter said, forcing a smile as he tried to sound interested. “I was kinda hoping for a break from the horny stuff this weekend. I'd still love to try your regular products though!"

Florence pouted sluttily, pressing her arms against her breasts to push them up. “Awww, that's a shame. I told my cows the great Hunter Prey would be coming over to try their supply. They were so excited to share their milk today, darling."

“I, uhh..." Hunter felt trapped. He didn't wanna be rude, especially as an interloping human new to this bovine culture.

“Yeah, Hunter," one of the cow women bellowed while sweet currents of milk flowed from her nipples into the tubes. “Moooohh~ It's such a wonderful experience!"

“Yeah!" another slutty cow cried out. “You can't just come to our farm without trying our best product!"

“Moooooo, yeah," a third cow lady called. “We treat our milk like you treat your films! Do you... not wanna taste what we worked so hard on?"

“Pleeeaaase, Hunter?" a fourth begged. “We're such big fans! We'd do anything for you~"

Hunter was ashamed to admit his dick shot up at all the suggestive talk these bovine beauts were giving him. That and he couldn't help but feel bad about passing up on their offer. They did seem like they worked hard on their milk, whatever that meant.

“I, uh..." The human awkwardly shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to admit he had been sufficiently shamed by their guilt tripping. “I suppose one sip wouldn't hurt."

The cows all mooed and cheered in celebration, ripping themselves out of their milking stations to trot right up to the human star. They all took turns shoving their leaky breasts at his face, begging him to taste their supply.

“Oh, oh! Do me! Drink from me!"

“Nooo, drink mine! I had a lavender salad for breakfast! I taste so floral!"

“Mooohhh, but I came to work before any of you! First come first serve!"

“_ Ladies!" _

The cows all stopped and stood silently after the commanding tone of their boss echoed through the barn. Florence smiled, asserting her dominance over her gaggle of bovine sluts. She then turned to Hunter, “I know exactly who shall treat our guest today. After all, I believe it was last night I overheard a certain cow pleasurin' herself to one of Prey's films."

The gals all turned to a particularly shy cow who hadn't mooed a peep since the human entered. Bearing classic Holstein splotches, the cow woman shrank like a dandelion under the human star's gaze. Florence beckoned her forward. With little resistance in the obedient girl, the shy cow clopped slowly to the human she had just fantasized over. She shifted in her hooves once she was in front of him, blushing under her fur.

Before she could say anything, Florence immediately pulled a plastic cup from her cleavage. Without warning, she groped the cowgirl's tit and pinched her areola, bringing her to let out a cute little moo as a stream of milk filled the cup by a third.

“Thank you, Christy," Florence said before turning back to Hunter and holding the cup in front of his face. Hunter stared at the rich, creamy liquid pooled inside. He had to admit, it did look high quality, not to mention appetizing. It was pretty hot outside and he could use a cool sip of something, even if it just came fresh out of a needy fangirl.

With a shrug of his shoulders, Hunter leaned in to purse his lips around the rim of the sample cup. Florence made sure to tilt it up, letting the creamy ambrosia pour smoothly down his throat.

To say it was heavenly would be an understatement. The taste, the freshness, the temperature, the consistency and texture — it was all impeccable. Hunter's chest filled with comforting warmth as the liquid slid down his esophagus like a relieving tonic. Cheeks burning crimson, the rich taste with its floral notes settled in his tongue. It was like the milk carried with it its cow's love, the care with which she treated her body and diet, all to share with others the gifts that nature allowed her to provide.

Hunter couldn't help but let out an involuntary moan as it settled in his stomach. “Mmmmmm," he cooed, unable to hide his blushing face. “That was... wonderful."

“I toldja," Florence teased. “Would our special guest like more?"

The other cow girls all wagged their tufted tails in excitement, pushing into one another and inadvertently smooshing each other's breasts as they fought to be the next milker for the star in their midst. “Pick me! Pick me!" they shouted in unison, eager to share their dairy. As they suggestively shoved and humped into each other for space, the human found himself squished between a writhing sea of furry breasts and thighs. Milk squirted from each cow's tits like water pistols, hitting the hapless human male in the face and drenching him in cream. And as much as the human hated to admit it... he felt like he was in heaven.

The cows' bulbous flesh was so pillowy yet firm, their milk's flavor so divine, with each cow's supply managing to taste distinct yet just as delicious. Eventually, the cowgirls weren't even fighting to share their milk anymore, rather they had gotten into the habit of rubbing their pussies against Hunter's legs and groin. After a certain point, they were grabbing at his clothes, ripping his shirt open, pulling his pants down to get at the treasure inside. By the time one of the cowgirls managed to wrap her muzzle around his cock, Hunter had realized all too late that this wasn't going to be horny-free vacation.

“Aaahhhnnn," the human groaned, pleasured on all sides and angles by the cadre of cow women, all as delicious milk was being squirted all over him. By this point, it was easier for Hunter to just give in to the eager cows' gift.

Florence smiled, watching her girls shower the human in their juices. She basked in their chorus of moos and moans, bringing one of her hoofed hands down her shorts to pleasure herself. It wasn't just a sexy scene, but proof that her plan was coming into fruition, and so easily too.

“Mmmooooo, Hunter... You taste better than I could've anticipated!" cried the cow that was sucking his cock, a string of pre connecting it to her muzzle. Hunter slurped up another stream of milk that had squirted into his mouth before replying.

“Mmm... My pleasure..." he said with a hint of resignation to this increasingly lewd scenario. “If we're really doing this right now, can I... can I suck one of your tits?"

Every cow's ears lifted at the suggestion, the girls suddenly fighting to be the first to gift Hunter their breast. The shoving and jostling of flesh led to the heavy-set cow girls to crawl and step over the human's legs. Rather than feeling pain from their heavy hooves crushing his ankles, he felt a sort of... dullness.

“Hey, excuse me?" he spoke up. “I can't really feel my feet. Is anyone sitting on them? I think they fell asleep."

The fangirl cow that had originally fed him — Christy is what Florence called her — smiled at Hunter, then giggled mischievously. “Heheheh. What feet?"

Hunter tilted his head. Why did she say that? He moved his legs up a bit. Turned out they weren't under anything at all. The human looked down, eyes widening at what greeted his gaze.

His foot had swollen, ripping out of socks and cowboy boots he had worn. His toes were merged in a unified mass, while the nails had thickened and grown wild around it. Hunter realized that it wasn't his toenails, not anymore. It was keratin.

“Uhhh, Miss Florence?" Hunter called out between grunts as the sea of horny cow women still writhed around him.

Florence stepped toward Hunter and loomed over him, her fingers still firmly lodged in her pussy. “Mmmm, yes, Mister Prey?"

“Can you tell the girls to stop?" Hunter asked while failing to stifle a pleasured squeal. He looked down and saw one of the cows sucking on his left areola, which had already grown considerably alongside the layers of fat that accumulated around his chest. “I-I'm starting to transform and I, ahh, told you I was hoping to take a, nnaaahh, break from my work this weekend."

Florence merely laughed at the human, then mooed softly as she fingered her sweet spot. “Moohh. Now why would I do that, Hunter?" The cowgirl circled Hunter and the mass of bovines surrounding him, clopping slowly while swaying her butt and tail in a most sensual rhythm. “I already gotcha right where I want..."

“Wh-What?" Hunter stammered, hardly able to form the word as the cow sucking his cock began to tongue and mouthfuck the member more forcefully. The human's eyes rolled up the back of his skull, unable to see the layer of cream-colored fur spreading around his groin.

Florence moaned and bellowed more as she neared her own climax. “Whyyyy... S'like I said, Hunter. My clients pay top dollar fer fresh milk from beautiful bovines. If I happened to sell the milk of the most famous star in the world... Heh, I'm sure I don't needtah explain how that'd set me up for life. Not to mention, I always got off at the idea of changin' ya into one of my milkers~"

Hunter knew he should be angry, incensed even. But it was hard to channel his righteous fury while Florence's girls flooded every part of his body in raw, unfiltered pleasure. He could already feel more of the changes spreading all over. The hooves were almost fully-formed, keratin covering his now unguligrade feet, and his ears had already lengthened, folding into sharpened ovals that flicked at the slightest sound. The cream fur had spread further up his torso and legs, sprouting like grass on a nice green field, perfect for... for grazing.

His eyes lidded at the thought, imagining himself lying in the grass with their fellow cowgirls, sunbathing and feasting off of nature's bountiful greens... It was then he realized he was already gone. Whatever resistance he had toward the cow CEO's diabolical plan had been long stifled by the milkers' valiant efforts. Loathe as he was to admit, he fell right into Florence's plan from the beginning. There wasn't much he could do now but give in to the ecstasy of the changes and the lovely cows causing them.

“Oooohh!" Florence groaned, right at the edge of her own climax. Everything had gone exactly her way. “That's a good girl, Hunter... You're gonna love bein' milked!"

With a powerful moo, Florence's knees buckled as she came. Feminine juices leaked out from the dark spot on her white short-shorts, panties thoroughly soaked. Then, smiling at the writhing human, she moaned in delight as she slid her fingers out of her snatch with a sharp schlick! Out of her short-shorts came a thick, cum-soaked, hoof-capped finger. Grinning deviously, Florence immediately stepped into the mass of cowgirls, right up to Hunter's body, and shoved the finger into his mouth.

Hunter closed their eyes, savoring the taste. It was just as good as, if not better than, the sweet milk that now coated his face and body. With a sigh of utter defeat, the human smiled and gave in, suckling harder at the thicc digit filling his mouth.

“Mmm, very good," Florence teased. She pulled her finger, trying to slip it out of his lips. Instead, the shifting human's lips clung onto it, causing his face to stretch forward as she pulled. Florence grinned at the unexpected effect this had. “Ohh my. What a beautiful cow you're becoming."

Hunter tried to mumble something while the finger was still in their mouth. It came out completely indiscernible. He could only keep moaning as more fat accumulated to his breasts, both of which were being sucked on by two very eager cow women.

“Moo!" one of them bellowed, lifting her head out of Hunter's growing tit for breath. “I felt some droplets! She's milking!"

The cow girls all mooed with awe and delight. “What does she taste like?" one asked excitedly.

“Mmm, like, uhhh..." The other cow went back down for another suckle of Hunter's nipple before rising up for breath like a scuba diver and answering, “Like nutmeg!"

“Ooooohh," the cows cooed, nuzzling and licking the shifting human like one of their own.

Florence smiled at the lovely sight. Looking down, she could even see that Hunter's pushed-out muzzle was already almost finished broadening, stretched and flattened into a proper bovine snout, all moist and rosy pink like a proper cow should. Beaming with pride and growing wetter at the sight of her subject, Florence pulled her finger harder, finally popping it out of the cow girl's newly-formed muzzle.

“M-Moo!" Hunter bellowed, voice already heightening in pitch.

“Oooohh, someone sounds ready for milking," Florence teased.

“Mmuuhh... Mmmmiiillkk?"

Florence snapped her hoofed fingers in command. Immediately, two of her cowgirls stood up and went to grab the milking tubes hanging from the roof. The cow on the left brought in two hoses with nipple-shaped suckers at the ends, perfect for extracting white gold from Hunter's enlargened titties. The cow on the right carried one hose with a larger, cylinder-shaped suction tube at the end. Hunter mooed at the sight, knowing exactly what that one would be for. Florence held the three tubes in her hands, licking her lips eagerly at the submissive whore below her that she had helped shape.

“Thank you, gals," she said, petting the two cows' nuzzling heads before turning her attentions back to Hunter. “Ready to contribute to our supply, Hunter?"

Hunter nodded eagerly. “Y-Yeah!" he shouted with his now feminine lilt. “Muuhhh— Milk me! I've been good! Please, mommy Florence! Mmmooooooo~"

“Atta girl," Florence praised before slamming the tubes onto Hunter's tits without warning. Hunter mooed with pleasure as the suction cup ends latched around her swelling nipples, pumping out as much delicious milk as possible from her now fur-coated breasts. Florence then fastened the next tube onto the remains of Hunter's cock, milking it for the last of its sperm and testosterone.

Hunter writhed and bellowed with intense, all-consuming lust, happy to contribute her delicious juices to the beautiful bovine now dominating her. Her hips bucked with each pump of her privates, siphoning every drop of pre leaking out so none went to waste. The breast tubes massaged her areolas, the sensation akin to tweaking her sensitive nipples. All Hunter could do was moo and mewl as she was thoroughly drained.

The sea of cowgirls bucked and grinded harder against their changing catch, one even locking Hunter in a deep, wet kiss. Florence humped her cameltoe against the cock-milking tube, further stimulating the member to get as much supply as possible.

Hunter's furred ass wiggled as she drowned in sensation, her tailbone already stretching into a thin, floppy tail that swayed happily. And what she lacked in horns she made up for with a nice, chocolate-brown bob of headfur that formed bangs over her cream-colored forehead. Her tail whipped wildly as it lengthened, a thick tuft of brown fur growing on its tip. Hunter separated her lips from the cowgirl kissing her, eyes nearly shooting out in delight at the sensation of her tail fully forming.

“MOOOOOO!" she bellowed, a vacant smile filling her muzzle. Fully pumped and humped in every angle, Hunter was nearly complete, another bovine belle to add to the collection. But Florence knew she was far from done. With full force, she grabbed the cylinder encircling Hunter's shrinking cock and began pumping it with extra force, eager to extract the remainder of her boy-juices.

Hunter's eyes rolled in the back of her head, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of pleasure that rang through her new body. Her girldick twitched, her testes churned, and she could feel herself near release.

“Thaaat's it, Hunter," Florence hummed melodically before leaning in to grope the new cow's breasts. “You're almost there. You just have to... oh?" The domineering cow nearly let the facade drop when she felt something brush against her elbow. It felt like a fleshy protrusion, but Hunter's penis was currently encased in a plastic pump. What could...?

Looking down, Florence's eyes widened at what she bore witness to. Gradually budding out of Hunter's abdomen were two rows of extra nipples, two on each row. They looked almost like teats at first, like those found on a feral deer. But the longer she and her girls stared at the growing glands, it was clear they were more than mere teats.

The nipples thickened, forming into four girthsome mini-tubes that each leaked copious amounts of extraneous milk. A mound of pink flesh formed in the center, growing and pushing out into a dome-like sac resting above her stomach. By now, it was obvious to Florence and her girls what was happening to their new cow. It looked just like the ones that adorned their feral kin: an udder.

Hunter bellowed even louder.

The cowgirls mooed as well at the wondrous sight, shoving and fighting each other to suckle the udder's teats first. Florence's cheeks went bright red beneath her shaggy highland fur. The udder wasn't just beautiful, and it didn't just make her pussy salivate with horny possibilities. It was the extra supply that flowed like gold. Florence's eyes nearly turned into dollar signs. A cow who could churn out double the milk, doing the job of both her feral and anthro suppliers?? The bovine CEO giggled madly. She would be drowning in dough in no time!

“Gals!" she shouted. “Fetch me more tubes! Momma's got a vein to pump!"

Her cows nearly tripped over each other as they rushed to grab more milking tubes from the roofs. Crowding around the now udder-bearing star, the girls passed the tubes down until they reached Hunter. Christy the fangirl held a tube, ready to slam it over Hunter's bottom-left teat, before a powerful hose of milk squirted her in the face!

“Nnnaaahh!" she whimpered, before basking in the shower of milk and mooing with contentment. More milk began to spray out of each teat as they whipped and spun around to squirt every girl in the barn. It was like kids playing around a loose garden hose, only creamier and hornier in every regard, each cowgirl moaning and basking in the shower of cream that now soaked into everyone's fur. Girls started kissing and sucking each other's pelts, squeezing their tits together, milking themselves.

And all the while, Hunter mooed below them, lost in a sea of rapturous sensation. Florence, also drenched with the girl's milk, began licking her fingers, savoring the flavor. She felt like an old-timey prospector, looking for oil only to find liquid gold. But she couldn't lose herself in the pleasure of the moment. She had a business to run after all! Grabbing the hoses from her distracted workers, the boss lady went to work attaching each tube onto the udder's teats. Soon, the milk flowed straight through the tube network, leaving the cow girls to nuzzle and lick off each other in peace.

Florence kept her eyes on the prize, looking down to see Hunter's balls had already shrunken inward, her cock soon to follow. Grinning with mad power, Florence grasped the cock pump and pressed it deeper against Hunter's groin, bringing her to moo louder and longer. Her dick spurted pre like her teats had with milk moments ago. Fuck, she was so close! Florence practically fucked her with the pump, grinding against it and mooing with her.

“Yer almost there, sweetie!" Florence shouted encouragingly. “Make momma proud!"

“Moo!" Hunter mewled with ragged breath. “Moooooooohhh yeeeeesssss!"

They both felt it. Their genitals building up with heat and friction and gratification. Florence's pussy moistened as Hunter's cock twitched. It was hard to focus for the cream-furred cow, pleasure spread all throughout her bodies as her titties, her udder, and her dick were milked relentlessly. She almost didn't want it to end! But as the build-up intensified, she knew she would be in for the orgasm of her life! All she had to do was give in even further.

“Mmmmmuuuhhhh... Momma!!" Hunter screamed with delight. Florence smiled warmly at her new cow, ready to get the biggest return in her investment. “I'm... I'm gonna... I'm almost...!"

“Do it, girl! Cum for momma!"

“Mmmm... Mmmmmuuuuuuuuhhh... MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

As thick white seed filled the pump, Hunter's cock deflated, drained of all essence, until it retreated inward into a moist, cream-ridden pussy. Her moo shook the wooden walls of the barn, reverberating through each cowgirl basking in milk and sensation. And Florence, too, couldn't help but cum again, mooing alongside her.

The gaggle of cows all panted for breath, exhausted yet oh so satisfied. Florence and Hunter's gazes met, both filled with overflowing love for one another. Gently, Florence grabbed the cock pump lodged in Hunter's new cunt and pulled it out with a loud, wet schlick before lying atop her, careful not to lay on the sensitive new udder, and nuzzled her dutiful new cow. Hunter nuzzled back.

“Mmm, you're gonna make me a fortune, Hunter~" Florence cooed. Hunter giggled.

“Heheh! I'm still a big star, y'know. If I'm going in on this venture, I want half, and I'll sic my lawyers on you if you don't."

“Hmph! With the amount of supply you've given me? I think I can afford it. It's a deal."

The orgy of cows all lay together in the hay, all conked out from the intense time they spent together. Hunter leaned in to lick Florence's cheek.

“Aww, good girl," the boss cooed. “Arentcha glad you spent yer weekend here?"

“Oh yes, Momma, thank you! I can't imagine what could make it any better..."

“Umm, excuse me?"

Hunter and Florence turned to the new voice that filled the room. Standing by the entrance was Florence's cervine receptionist, Doe. The deer woman clopped toward the herd of spent cowgirls, licking her lips and swaying her hips suggestively.

“Ahh, Miss Oakley. I see you've succeeded in adding a new cow to our supply chain."

“Mmm, that's right, Doe," Florence replied. “Miss Prey here has already increased our dairy intake tenfold."

“I heard. In fact, I was wondering..." Doe finally stood above the two cow women, giving them a nice view up her pencil skirt. Hunter's eyes shot open at what she saw inside: a sizable bulge poking out of her panties. “...Has the new girl been fully broken in yet? I'm sure her new cunt could use a breeding after all her hard work~"

Florence smiled at the receptionist before rolling off of the new cow's body and out of the way for the doe woman to take charge. “She's all yours, hun."

Hunter blushed beneath her fur as the cervine took her skirt off. She knelt down and mounted the bovine, resting her waist below her udder and teasing it by flicking a teat with her hoofed finger. Hunter mooed lightly as Doe leaned in to whisper into her elongated ear. “I gotta say... I'm a big fan of your work too, Hunter."

Just as suddenly as she arrived, the deer slammed her massive cock into Hunter's new cunt, bleating with each thrust. Hunter mooed happily, letting herself get plowed yet again. This weekend was only getting better.

---

“Rrrfff... CUT!!!!"

The entire crew came in unison, all awash with pleasure at the hot scene they got to take part in. Hunter bellowed again as Doe shot her load inside her, the two panting happily. They then turned to Cassidy sitting beside them, her heart beating loudly now that she had finished her first big shoot. She swiveled her head to see the entire studio recovering from her performance. Another blush filled her cheeks, tears flowing from her eyes. She wanted to cheer and scream Fuck yes I did it! In yer face, poppa! The cow was almost too overwhelmed to speak.

Doe and Hunter leaned in to hug their costar, congratulating her on a job well done. Cassidy hugged them back, the three nuzzling one another as the recovering crew members began to finally applaud them and the extras lying around.

When the three separated, Cassidy and Doe then looked back down at Hunter's new udder. Hunter looked down at it too, finally coming to terms with the unexpected change.

“Sooo, how'd that happen?" Cassidy asked, still giddy. Hunter chuckled in response.

“We only just learned how to transform me into the desired species we want. Used to be a random luck of the draw. That said, transforming this way always seems to lead to... unexpected side-effects."

“Heh, I'll say!" Doe interjected, reaching down to playfully squeeze the pink mound of flesh.

“M-Mooohh!" Hunter involuntarily squealed. Cassidy laughed.

“I gotta say, you make a lovely cow! How long's the transformation last?"

“Hehe, um, until I step back into the human world," Hunter replied, causing Cassidy to tilt her head.

“Wait, you're still able to go back to the...?"

“Oh, ah, it's a long story. I'll tell it when we're done."

Cassidy nodded back to the new bovine as Rudd finally padded to the up to the set. He let out an exhausted breath. “You two were incredible." he congratulated. “Especially you, Cassidy. Jeremiah oughta be proud."

The cow woman wilted a little at the mention of her father. But it was short-lived, focusing instead on the accomplishments she made herself. “Thank ya, Wyler! I'd never done a porn before but it was fun! You think I got a future in this industry?"

“Hah, once this baby releases, you'll be getting so many calls your phone'll explode." Cassidy smiled, happy to get the recognition she had long worked hard for. Rudd turned back to the crew, “Alright, people! We've got coverage to shoot so let's make it count! Actors, get cleaned up, set dressers reset the stage, camerafolks review your footage! Let's go go go!"

---

After a rather painless two more hours of shooting, Rudd called a wrap on production, congratulating everyone on another job well done. The wrap party was announced to be at a country-themed tavern on the edge of town, where Jeremiah was waiting. Rudd had called the bull to give a glowing word of approval about how well Cassidy did. For once, Cassidy was looking forward to reuniting with her father, now able to tell him with incontrovertible proof that she was good enough for the big leagues.

With filming done, Francesca let Hunter wear a large, flowing dress that would help hide and protect the new udder that sat where her belly button would normally be. And with that out of the way, the three actresses and the gaggle of extras that accompanied them were ready to party it up at the tavern.

Of course, Hunter had to make one last check-up before joining her friends at the wrap party.

Hailing a separate rideshare car from the rest of the cast, Hunter's heart raced as she was driven back to Jonah's apartment, mentally preparing herself to reveal to Carla what exactly she had been doing the past few months. The porn actor stuff was one thing. Then revealing the anthro world to her, well, that nearly took the wind out of her sails. How would she take seeing Hunter in a new body, a new gender, new everything?

By this point, Hunter was regretting not telling her sooner about her transformations. Even if she didn't believe him, it would've softened this reveal a bit. Of course, there wasn't much she could do about it now. It was time to commit and show Hunter Prey to the only other important human in his life.

If she fainted, Hunter was willing to skip the wrap party to help her recover.

---

Hunter clopped up the stairs after finding the elevator in Jonah's building was out of order. This was her first time walking with hooves and while it was certainly strange, after her experience as a legless naga it was comparatively easy to adapt to. Finally reaching the fourth floor, Hunter saw the door to Jonah's apartment at the end of the hall.

Fuck, this is it, she thought. This is far from the craziest thing you've turned into. Just get in there and let her see you. The, uhh, “real" you. After stomping her hooves (oh wow that felt surprisingly good) Hunter began to walk to the apartment. The closer he got, however, the louder another noise grew. Muffled, but discernibly canine.

Finally reaching the door, Hunter knocked. “Jonah, it's me. Open up!" No response. Hunter's ear flicked, the muffled noise louder now. She knocked again. “Gods, Jonah, it's Hunter! What's going on in there??" Still nothing.

Hunter looked down and saw her hooves were resting on a cheap welcome mat. There's no way... she thought, hoping it wouldn't be as simple as she suspected. But as she reached down to check under the mat and felt the metal key in her hoofed fingers, she couldn't help but groan. “Fuck's sake, Jonah, anyone could've gotten in here!"

Inserting the key into the knob and turning it, Hunter opened the door hoping to reprimand Jonah for not protecting Carla properly.

Instead, all she got was a face full of tail. Right in the living room, Jonah was passionately butt-rutting some coyote guy, with Carla nowhere to be seen. Hunter fumed with rage, loudly slamming her hooves against the hardwood floor with full force.

Jonah and the coyote jumped in their pelts, shocked to find the cow woman in their abode.

“Fuck's sake, Jonah! I asked you to do one thing and you go off for a one-night stand instead?!"

Jonah scrambled, quickly pulling his still-deflating knot out of the coyote to properly talk to the cow. “Shit! Hunter, it's not what it looks like—"

“Never mind what it looks like, where's Carla?"

“Uhhh... Well, you see—"

“I swear to the Gods, if you lost her, I will fucking end you!" She stomped forward fully ready to charge at the canine. The coyote dude he was fucking quickly jumped between them.

“No! Terry, stop!"

Hunter froze in her tracks. Wh... Why did that coyote call her Terry? Unless...

Her eyes widened as she stared down the coyote male. The canine blushed and lowered his ears, tucking his tail between his legs. Hunter realized then that she had been so consumed with rage that she hadn't stopped to take in the coyote's scent. Just one whiff told her all she needed to know.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit."

The coyote nervously smiled and scratched the back of his head. “Heh, uh... You sure look different too, Ter."