{"sf1_id":1049668,"sf2_id":"RnokD6pn","title":"Cult of the Cow","author":"draconicon","words":1871,"posted_at":"2016-07-22T18:43:17.000Z","tags":["69","Breast Growth","Cow","Cunnilingus","F/F","Human","Lactation","Milking","Musk","Oral","Transformation","Udder"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1049668-cult-of-the-cow","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/RnokD6pn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/45/2d/452dbe1c-9213-4915-8271-a3cde739b3a1","description":"Another transformation story commissioned by [Rayoelgatubelo](https://www.furaffinity.net/user/Rayoelgatubelo) that was done a little while back. We have a were-hunter chasing after a potential cult, only to wake up weakened on a beach...easy prey.  \n  \nIf you enjoyed this story, please consider dropping me a tip at spencer-gorman\n\n[@hotmail](/u/hotmail)\n.com . 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The redhood was amazed that she had the energy to breathe, after the storm that had nearly taken her life. It certainly had taken those of the ship crew, despite her best efforts. She remembered the screams as they’d gone down, and the silent stoicism of some of her sister warriors.   \n  \nShe focused on breathing, feeling her chest rise and fall with her heartbeat, and let herself drift a bit. The sand under her back was enough to keep her supported, even with the tide slowly going out. Selenicos’ waves were weak enough to barely rustle through her clothes, so she had no worries about being carried out to sea. Which was good, considering that she doubted that she’d have the strength to swim back again.   \n  \nHer thoughts drifted back towards the whole reason she was here. The informant who had come to Athens, who had talked about this cult that was forming out in the seas around Hellas. Not much information had been gleaned, but there had been enough to warrant an investigation. After all, if the weres were setting up shop somewhere off the coast, they needed to know about it.   \n  \nShe chuckled, groaning as she tried to shake her head. So much for checking it out. The other four redhoods that had traveled with her were on the bottom of the sea now, and she doubted that her order would send another group after such a disastrous outing. If she was lucky enough to get off the island, she doubted they’d even listen to her.   \n  \nAnd that was a big if, all things considered.   \n  \n[i]I wonder if there’s even anything here…[/i] After all, it wasn’t like the storm had been quiet, or like she had been that sneaky getting onto the beach. It had been all she could do to drag herself and her weapon onto the sandy shores.  \n  \n[i]Come and get me, if you’re there...you’re not going to get a better chance.[/i]  \n  \nCrack.   \n  \n[i]I didn’t mean it![/i] Paraskeve forced one of her eyes open with a titanic burst of effort, looking this way and that for the source of the sound. There was nothing to be seen in front of her, and she had to roll her head to the side, something that she knew would be hard to reverse, to look behind her.   \n  \nThe first thing she saw was a hoof, a thick, heavy one that displaced quite a bit of sand when it came down. Glancing upwards, she saw a white and black patterned hide, spread out along legs that were as strong as they were wide. A little further up, she saw a bare slit - something that she gagged at - before a bouncing, pink set of udders.   \n  \nThe informant had been right. They were here.  \n  \n“Mmm? My, my...Look at this…”  \n  \nThe cow-girl - or, she supposed, the minotauress - knelt down, her udder bouncing and the teats starting to drip as she squatted down. Paraskeve groaned as she tried and failed to turn her head away, forced to stare almost right at the creature’s cunt and bestial nipples. It was like being forced to stare at an obscene drawing, except a hundred times worse.   \n  \nHer lips drew back in a soft growl as the were touched her face, wide fingers running down her cheeks until they pressed against her lips. Paraskeve tried to bite down, but all she had the strength for was a small nibbling, and the minotauress chuckled at that.   \n  \n“Look at you. So hungry, so weak. I think you need some mother’s milk.”  \n  \n“Mmmph...Mmmph!”  \n  \nShe tried to deny that, but the creature didn’t listen. Paraskeve felt her mouth delved into by those fingers, her tongue depressed as a strong thumb and other fingers pushed her mouth open. That pink, bouncing bag of flesh and fluid moved closer and closer as the minotauress scooted across the sand. It didn’t take long before it was thrust in her face, the teats sagging and damp.   \n  \n[i]She stinks,[/i] Paraskeve thought, grumbling as the smell of sweat and hot dairy filled her nose. It was an impossibly rank smell, considering she was used to a more urban life, and she wrinkled her nose. She bit down on the fingers in her mouth again, but it was useless; she was too weak to bite them, too weak to get them out of her mouth.   \n  \nIt didn’t take long for one of the teats to slide past her lips, pressed against her tongue before the fingers slipped out. Paraskeve tried to push it out with her tongue, but the flesh was too heavy to move. All she could do was lay there, her mouth closed tight around the teat, and feel it start leaking into her mouth.   \n  \nIn a word, it was horrible, nothing like the milk that she drank before. It was hot and thick, and creamy to the point where she could feel herself getting fatter just from tasting it. It rolled down her throat with an inevitable flood, so much oozing past that thick nub that she was faced with the choice of swallowing or drowning. Having avoided drowning once already, she had no thought of doing it again, on dry land.   \n  \n“Yes, that’s it. It feels much better to suck down mother’s milk, doesn’t it? Just let it warm you up, darling. You’ll be feeling much better in short order…”  \n  \n[i]This isn’t fair…[/i] She had survived the shipwreck, she had dragged herself out of the sea, she had fought monsters just getting onto the ship...why did this have to be how it ended? When she was too weak to defend herself, to have her foe come down and feed her, forcing\u0026nbsp; the end of her old life down her throat…  \n  \nBecause she was already changing. She could feel it spreading through her, just like the warmth of the milk. It hit her chest, first, her breasts tingling with the potency of the change. She couldn’t look down to see it, as her face was mashed into the pink udders too tightly for that, but she could feel it. Swelling and tingling constantly, pushing against her leather shirt until it was too tight for comfort. The coarse leather ground against her swelling breasts, making her grunt and groan.   \n  \n“Look at you, all cooped up. That’s alright. Let ol’ Styria fix that…”  \n  \nThose fingers grabbed at her vest, and despite her weak protests, there was nothing that could be done. Those fingers grabbed her clothes too tightly, and those arms pulled too hard, ripping her clothes away. She felt her new, larger breasts flop down against her chest, wobbling around with the sheer amount of flesh and weight that they had now.   \n  \nBlunt fingertips grabbed her nipples, and she weakly arched her back as they were tugged and teased. She couldn’t see, but she swore that they were growing, too, getting thicker, longer the more milk she chugged down.   \n  \nMore of the changes rolled over her, her skin prickling and itching as her new fur grew in. The changes were progressing exactly as the texts described, running down her body, emerging from and coating her new breasts, even as the rest of her body arched and ached.   \n  \nHer spine felt like it was stretching, pulled in both directions, and she could feel the heels of her boots running down through the sand. She was getting taller, she realized, and she clenched her fists in protest.   \n  \nAs the minotauress above her mooed in pleasure, Paraskeve was forced to swallow down yet another mouthful of milk, and another, and another. She was...used to the flavor now, she supposed; it wasn’t as horrible as it was when she started. Yet, it continued to wrack her body, wrecking it and changing it.   \n  \nHer hips swelled, pushing outwards against her clothes, forming little rips and tears from the way her clothes could no longer hold her. They got worse and worse until - with a final tear - her tail ripped through the back. Shreds of her leggings and her underthings went all over the place, unable to stay on her thickening thighs and plumping rump.   \n  \nAs her groans started to take on a more lowing sound, her boots tightened around her feet. Paraskeve shivered, trying to curl her toes to assure herself that they were still there, but nothing responded. It was as though that there was nothing, nothing but hardness, a thick -   \n  \nRIIIIP!  \n  \nHer boots ripped apart, and two hard hooves were revealed instead of the dainty feet that she had put in them just that morning. Her groans were more like moos, and she unwittingly pushed herself closer to Styria’s udders, her fingers finally finding the strength to move. But instead of pushing her away, she grabbed her tighter, pulling her closer as she sucked down the milk faster than ever. It was her only comfort, now.   \n  \nEven as her stomach ached, swelling with four pointed tips sliding out, and her head hurt with her emerging, tiny horns, she could feel the last of her transformations taking place. Her face pushed forward, nose and lips pushing against the udders and slowly shoving her own face out of its shadow. She never stopped sucking the milk, even as her teeth changed shape, as her ears flicked around in a new form.   \n  \nHer strength came back, but she didn’t use it to get away. She rolled onto all fours, nudging the other minotauress onto her back as she slurped and sucked from every single teat. Her muzzle continued growing in, even as her own udder started pulling at her. Her muscles grew to hold it, but she still felt the strain of the heavy teats pulling down, dragging at her belly. Paraskeve groaned to herself, knowing that they were filling with milk, that she’d have to empty them somewhere. Maybe, maybe she’d have the willpower to keep from making others feed…  \n  \nBut she doubted it.   \n  \nAs her muzzle finished growing in and she leaned back to let out a loud moooooo of fulfillment, Styria chuckled.   \n  \n“There, there, girl. You made it through that transformation just fine, didn’t you?”  \n  \n“...”  \n  \n“Come on, you know you liked it. All the girls love the new feelings. Like being a goddess, with things like these.”  \n  \nShe blushed as the other minotauress grabbed at her breasts and udder, squeezing both until more of that milk started sliding out. But her attention drifted, and not without notice, either. Styria chuckled as she spread her legs.   \n  \n“Tell you what, darling. You explore as much as you like...but I’ll be doing the same to you.”  \n  \nShe couldn’t resist. Her new urges, the building need in her body, demanded that she try something. Shameful as it was, she rolled her body over the other bovine, and leaned down. The rank scent of a beast in heat hit her nose, even as she slowly stuck out her tongue.   \n  \nThe first lick turned into two, and as Styria joined in on the third, she doubted she’d be stopping anytime soon.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]"}