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"Yo Jay-MIE!" I shouted, giving him a quick high-five before letting him get his hands back on the controller.

"Yo, yourself," he said. "How was last night? I'm guessing good, since you just got in."

"Dude," I informed him, "I think I'm in love."

"Really?" Jamie asked in a deadpan voice.

"Well," I corrected, "I'm in something, 'cause holy shit."

"That good, huh," Jamie grinned.

If I hadn't still been recovering from last night, just the memories would've gotten me hard. "She's, I dunno what they teach there down on the farm, but damn. She seemed up for anything."

"Anything?" repeated Jamie, pausing the game. Suddenly very interested, he pressed, "Like what, exactly?"

"Stuff," I answered. Not because I wanted to protect her dignity - I don't think she really had any - but I was too shy to admit that we really hadn't done anything but basic missionary and having her suck my dick.

Then again, I didn't want to drive a babe like Alice off. When we'd first noticed her, we'd started asking around, because there was no way we would have believed a stunner like her would have been single. But no, she just came in from some po-dunk village, sharing a room with one of the other girls at the party. She put off an air of innocence that just accented her hotness.

All the guys at the party drooled on her; probably even some of the gay ones too. She could have had any of us if she'd asked, but I played the dead parents card - hey, I got to play the cards I'm dealt - and being handsome and taking care of myself probably helped too. There were some salty motherfuckers when she started ignoring all the guys but me - and any friends I happened to be talking to - and after a while she mentioned finding the party a bit too loud, and we headed to her place, where I'd spent a very fun, tiring night.

"Yo, earth to Will," Jamie said, interrupting my thoughts.

"Huh?" I grunted in response.

"I said," he repeated exasperatedly, ear pressed to his phone, "you want in on a pizza?"

"What's the time?" I asked.

"Close to eleven," answered Jamie.

I hadn't eaten in half a day. "Yeah," I agreed. "I'll need to pay you back later, though."

"Just find out if Alice has a sister," Jamie replied, "or maybe a hot aunt..."

* * *

"Sorry I'm late," I apologised, running on to the court.

"We've only got the court booked for another half an hour," grumbled Don.

Mike joked, "Will was probably busy getting his own balls played with and lost track of time."

"Guilty," I grinned: Mike'd hit the nail on the head. Alice was the perfect girl: low key, didn't expect much, but was always up for something and not too afraid to go after getting sex aggressively. I was just glad I was still young and fit, and able to keep up with her.

We started getting more adventurous: doggy style seemed to be her favourite position, and I'd gotten to enjoy it too, although we tried all sorts of stuff. Bondage was kind of fun: it was nice just letting her have her way with me - though I did panic that she'd tie me up and leave me - and then getting to do the same to her. We started fooling around outside, too: friend's cars, movie theatres, public restrooms, slowly moving until we were literally fucking under the stars in the park.

"Nobody wants to hear about your sex life," Ray groaned.

"That's because you don't have one," Leo quipped. Everyone laughed, then we got on with a quick game of rotating two-on-two.

I played like shit: about five minutes in, Ray picked up the runaway ball I'd let get away from me, and shouted, "What the fuck, dude?"

"Yeah, Will," Mike only half-joked, "can you get your head out of Alice's crotch for one sec?"

"Sorry," I apologised again, "I think I've been overdoing it in the gym lately."

I left out the part where it was because Alice wanted to go and watch me work out. She really got off on me sweating and grunting and showing off my strength. At least, when she wasn't trying to distract me when I was on the treadmill. That, and having her cook me great meals meant I was getting to be in the best shape of my life.

That point wasn't lost on my basketball friends. "Yeah, we kind of guessed from the tighter shirts you've been wearing around," Don mentioned.

"Why've you been looking at his shirts?" Ray teased.

We got some dirty looks, but it was too good an opportunity to get at Don. Any opportunity to get them off my back was great by me, and having another target was just the icing on the cake.

Suggesting I sit out the rest of the game instead of fucking everyone else over, I sat on the bench. Almost immediately, I turned to my phone. Alice hadn't had one when she arrived - hell, she didn't even know how to use one until she got me to show her - but she'd gotten on to it pretty quickly. Mostly for getting me riled up when we were apart.

When I saw her latest pictures, I forgot the guys and went straight to her place.

* * *

"What's up, baby?" I asked, cuddling her in my arms.

I'd woken up to Alice's quiet sobs. I was kind of taken aback: it was the first time I'd seen her get emotional in the months since we'd met. Horny, yes. Excited, sure. But I'd never seen her in a bad mood before, so I was kind of taken aback.

She took a bit of persuading - mostly by me pulling her onto my lap and tickling her into submission - but she finally confessed. "I want to go home," she said, wiping her tear-streaked face.

The bottom fell out of my stomach. Ever since I met her, I knew she was the girl for me. I just couldn't get enough of her, and she seemed to not get enough of me. The whole time it had felt too good to be true, so I guessed I should have known this was coming.

"Come with me," she added, squeezing me tight.

That also worried me - although for different reasons - but the sickness was abating. She wasn't leaving me. That would have wrecked me. When she moved into her own place, she'd invited me to move in with her. After that, we started spending almost all of our free time together. I really didn't think I'd be the guy to break the "bros before hos" rule, but fuck it, I'd fallen hard for her. I wanted her. I needed her.

"Sure, babe," I assented.

As if to apologise, we did it out in the garden. She practically dragged me out there, dropping on all fours and thrusting her pussy at me like a dog in heat. My cock sprang to attention, and I quickly climbed on top of her. With the diet and exercise regime that she'd coaxed me into, I'd gotten pretty massive, so my body dwarfed hers even though she was pretty athletic herself. I cupped her breasts, gently rubbing her nipples the way she taught me felt really good to her, while my dick probed around her behind. We'd done doggy-style a lot, so I was pretty adept at getting my shaft aligned to the right place, but we were dumb, horny kids getting carried away.

I thrust into her folds; they were lovely and warm and wet. Incredibly inviting. I was tempted to stop and just smell her, but didn't want to ruin the mood. Fuck, I'd even gotten attached to how she smelled.

The world fell away. Doing it outside usually kept us quieter than we would normally, but we kind of let all of that fall to the wayside. I'm not sure why we didn't get reported by the neighbours - maybe they just enjoyed the show, maybe the worried I'd beat them up if they complained - but by the time my whole shaft was sliding easily inside her, we were both grunting and growling like animals, so that might have also helped to allay suspicion.

Grinning like idiots, we both quickly ran to the shower. Just seeing her naked like that had made me ignore just how cold it had gotten outside. We bathed together - one of many things we did a lot of - and like usual there was a lot of touching and licking and groping involved before we were done.

Only later, when she and I were back in bed, Alice sleeping in my arms, that I realised we probably should have worn a condom.

* * *

Our unplanned trip started the next morning, climbing onto a bus since neither of us had a car. She seemed extremely happy that morning. On the bus, we chatted a bit about her family and where she came from, since I didn't want to fuck things up with some ultra-conservative parents.

I finally found out why she seemed so backwards. She denied being Amish, but she was on something like Rumspringa that a couple of guys on campus were also doing, so I just appended "basically" to the front and hoped I'd learn - and remember - the right name. That was going to be weird, but I tried to ignore the butterflies in my guts and hoped she was just bringing me home to show me off, let them know she had someone to look after her, and that would be it.

Unusually, she hadn't want to fool around either on the bus or during any of the stops. I guess I understood - we wouldn't get to have a shower before we met her folks, and having her turn up sweaty and reeking of sex probably wasn't the best idea ever. On the other hand, she'd gotten me so used to a certain level of activity, so I spent most of the trip trying to keep my hands off the near-constant boner I had wedged into my jeans. I kept wanting to rub one out, but then I wanted to be presentable too, and Alice gave no clue about how long it'd take until we got there.

I mentioned my frustration, and she whispered that she'd make it worth my while if I waited. So I waited, because I wanted a reward for my good behaviour.

We finally arrived late in the evening. By then I needed some release. Getting off the train, I grabbed our bags and, while she looked for whoever it was that was meeting us at the station, I asked meaningfully, "Uh, so will we get a chance to be alone?"

I didn't get an answer, as a big, tall guy appeared, Alice immediately getting excited. I didn't see any family resemblance, and Alice only mentioned his name in her introduction of him - Alistair - so maybe he was a husband of one of his sisters, or some friend of the family or something. He'd arrived in a horse-drawn cart, and made me ride in the back while Alice rode up front with him. Needless to say, I was kind of pissed off about that. Alice was going to have to do a lot of stuff to make up for this.

The trip was slow and bouncy. We got a lot of stares, but nobody commented: I guess this sort of thing was somewhat normal around here that it was unusual, but not enough to comment on. I tried my phone, and quickly cursed myself for not charging the battery before we left.

It took us almost an hour to get out there. Alice's family had a huge spread, or was part of a large commune or something, because there wasn't another house for miles around. This one was big - it probably had to be, to house everyone - with all the rest of the buildings being barn, stables, workshops and the like. I was still right about my "basically Amish" theory, since I didn't see anything like tractors that I'd expect to see on a modern farm.

I rolled off, my legs feeling oddly uneasy from the jittery ride. Dusting off my legs, I got down, coming up behind Alice and taking her hand. "Should we go inside the house?" I suggested, wanting to get the family things over with so we could be alone.

"We're going there," she said, pointing to the barn. "There's a surprise for you inside."

"You shouldn't have told him that," Alistair grumbled. "It's not going to be a surprise now, is it?"

"Uh, okay," I agreed half-heartedly, quickly walking over to the barn. I'm not sure which of us was pulling the other more: I guess Alice was excited about introducing me to her family; I was more interested in reintroducing her to my dick.

The barn was dark, and quiet. My stomach churned nervously. Why would they meet in the barn? Something seemed off, but I ignored it. I was thinking with my cock, and it was telling me "get through all this bullshit and you can get me wet in the barn, in the hayloft, in the middle of the fucking fields for all I care", and I just went along with things.

The main doors were closed, and they laughed when I went up to them, tugging me over towards a smaller side half-door, which Alistair unlatched. Alice urged me to go inside first, which again should have bothered me, and it took all my willpower not to just tell her flat-out that I better get paid back for going along with this bullshit.

"Hello?" I called into the darkness. It was pitch black inside the barn. I worried about falling on a nail or skewering myself on a pitchfork fumbling around like the idiot that I was being. I loosened the tie I'd put on, and called out again.

I heard breathing. My eyes started getting used to the darkness, and I was quickly seeing that there was nobody in here. Except maybe in some of the stalls, but there was probably just some sleeping animals. Just in case, I went to see if maybe someone was just hiding in there. I looked down, not quite able to parse what I was seeing.

That's when the rag got pushed over my face. I struggled, trying not to breathe in. But I did, feeling like a fucking idiot.

* * *

"She picked a good one."

"They usually do."

The voices weaved in and out as I faded in and out of consciousness. Somewhat sharp things jabbed me in the face, and all along the rest of my body. I quickly realised I was naked, but I was having a hard time trying to place where I was. There was an odd weight on my right wrist and ankle, something additional that chafed at the skin, but I dared not move to check or alert the voices about the fact that I was starting to wake up.

"Definitely strong, and got a big old cock on him too," the first voice noted. "The girls'll love him."

"Don't be vulgar," chided the second. I guessed he was older: most of the older siblings I met tended to take that tone with the younger ones. They both sounded like guys, about my age but with these backwards weirdoes you couldn't really tell. I guessed they were brothers, or really close cousins. "We still need the doctor to make sure he's healthy, don't forget."

"It's easy for you to say," grumbled the first. "You're married."

They started talking about some hick chicks that First Guy could choose from to marry, if he could convince their fathers or whatever dumb tradition they had out here. If he hadn't been keeping me prisoner, I would have sympathised with him. I imagined most of the girls around here would be nowhere near Alice's attractiveness.

Alice.

That fucking bitch.

"Don't tell anyone this," First Guy confessed wistfully, "but I kind of envy these guys. Did you see how beautiful she turned out?"

"That's disgusting," Second Guy shouted. He was really offended. First Guy had put his foot in it. Maybe Alice was their sister or something? Maybe they weren't quite as backwards as I thought. Still fucks that deserved to die, but at least banging your sister was frowned on.

"I just mean," First Guy continued, obviously trying to patch things up with his brother or whatever, "that I wish I knew of some young women who looked like that."

"You mean, ones that look like painted whores?" Second Guy criticised.

"Wow," I thought, "someone's got a stick up their ass." Guys like that, in my experience, were definitely hiding something. He was probably gay and super-closeted. I really wanted to move just then, but I could tell they were still staring: one of them was flicking bits of something at me, and it was hitting me in the back every couple of seconds.

Besides, Alice might have been a lying bitch, but I'd hardly call her a painted whore. She barely needed to wear make-up. I think I would have noticed that, living with her for a couple of months. You can't hide something like that.

"You mean, like the fact you're stringing a guy along to bring back to your Texas Chainsaw Massacre clan?" my mind provided to counter. Fair point, mind, fair point.

The two guys left: I waited to hear them stop talking, or their voices fade out to indicate that they were leaving, but instead I heard them talking - slightly muffled - a few seconds later.

"What about this one?" First Guy asked, partially interrupted by a donkey braying loudly.

"He'll be ready to put to work soon," Second Guy stated. Another bray, almost accusingly.

"Looks like he needs his stall mucked out," First Guy noted, by his tone it was obviously going to be him doing the mucking, and not too surprisingly he didn't want to have anything to do with it.

"Yes, but be careful," Second Guy cautioned. "He'll be quite dangerous."

I was a little confused about this. First Guy must have grown up here. He'd have been around animals all his life. Why did he need all these basic farm primers now? Maybe the donkey had some kind of disease?

Second Guy added, "Some of the mares are in heat, and we don't want him getting carried away."

I chuckled, quickly biting my lips to stifle the sound of my unintentional laughter. My heart pounded heavily. The lines of sweat running down my body felt like the intense stare of thousands of eyes.

"Sounds like he might be awake?" First Guy suggested.

There was a pause.

"He might get up soon," Second Guy admitted.

Fuck.

"He won't be going anywhere for a while," Second Guy continued. "Just treat him the same as you'd treat any animal."

Cannibals. The pit fell out of my stomach. They were cannibals. It took all my control not to burst into tears.

"Muck his stall if he needs it," Second Guy went on, "thought I don't think it'll need doing for a while. Feed him, make sure he's got water. If he gives you any trouble, use the whip or a stick."

That didn't sound good.

"Won't that hurt him?" First Guy asked. "I mean -"

"Like I said," Second Guy said sternly, "treat them like you'd treat any of the other animals we keep. Kind, but firm. If they get too rowdy, there's always gelding to calm them down. They need to know their place."

I pissed myself just then. Then hoped that didn't require a mucking of my stall. At least my cock still worked, I thought miserably. The only relief I had was that I felt intact. I dared a slow twitching of all my fingers and toes. They hadn't taken to nibbling bits off of me.

Not yet.

* * *

I kept as still as I could for as long as I could, until I was sure the guys were done with their chores tending to the other residents of the barn. It wasn't easy, especially laying in a cold puddle of my own piss, and eventually I had to risk it.

"Oh, you are awake," First Guy observed.

Shit. How long had he been watching me? Moving was slow: my muscles were stiff from inactivity for what had been at least the whole night. The sun's rays were streaming in through the big, open barn doors that I could just see over the walls of the stall I was being held prisoner in.

I opened my mouth to scream for help, but quickly realised that would be dumb. From what little I knew, there was nobody around who wasn't on their side for miles. Instead I groaned, holding my pounding head as I rolled out of the puddle I'd made. The chains connecting my wrist to my ankle, and then to a huge, basically-immovable hunk of stone with a thick metal ring hammered into it, clattered as I moved. Red marks creased my skin from where the hay had irritated me, some straws - I guess they were called straws - stuck stubbornly to me.

"Doc will be here soon," First Guy mentioned, in between bites of what looked like a sandwich. Just seeing it caused my stomach to rumble. Alice had gotten me used to eating pretty regularly. First Guy must have noticed me eyeing his sandwich, since he added, "I'm not supposed to feed you until he's done."

"Please," I begged, "come on, man, let me go!"

"I'm not supposed to be talking to you at all," First Guy replied, "but I talk to all our animals like they're people."

"I am a person!" I moaned, "I'm -"

"Josiah," another voice called out, an old, gruff voice, "are you talking to him?"

"No, sir," First Guy - this Josiah, I guessed - quickly responded. "I was just saying that I talk to all the animals like they're people." The donkey in the other stall started to bray loudly; apparently he - I got the impression it was a he - wasn't a big fan of this most recent visitor to the barn.

"You shouldn't," the older man came into view. He gave me a curious stare, then ordered Josiah, "I'll need you to help me."

"Yes, sir," Josiah nodded, "that's why I'm here."

Josiah and the old man came into my cell. The old man frowned, "You haven't mucked his stall?"

"He only woke up a few moments ago," explained Josiah, who looked kind of put out by the accusation of idleness. If he wasn't helping to keep me prisoner, I'd have felt sorry for him. Instead, I just wanted to kill him. And the old man. And everyone else here.

The old man wasn't pleased, and made it clear, "Well, make sure you do when I'm through. Get a knife; if he struggles, cut his throat."

Josiah looked at me almost apologetically, before his head disappeared, returning to open up the stall door. I frowned: he was another big, strong farm boy. Maybe I could have taken him in a fair fight, but he had a weapon, and I was tied down. For all the good it would do, I told them, "Look, I won't struggle, just don't hurt me, please!" At least I didn't cry. Kind of felt like doing so.

The old man, obviously this Doctor that got mentioned before, ignored me, although Josiah smiled with relief. He came in, patting my head like a dog, the knife held tightly in his other hand. Then the Doctor came in, and started inspecting me.

"Good muscle," he observed, poking and prodding me all over. He had Josiah get me to roll over - which I did - to allow him to prod my buttocks and back. "No major abnormalities."

I was rolled over again. The Doctor started to probe my face. I wanted to struggle, but Josiah was doing a good job of holding the knife to my throat. "No facial deformities, but there's a couple of fillings that we'll need to get rid of."

"Is that really necessary?" Josiah asked, "I mean-" The Doctor's glare silenced him. It was a shame; It was an answer that I wanted, but I guess I wasn't going to get it.

The Doctor started rolling up his sleeve. "I need to check on his fecundity now, Josiah. He might squirm a little, that's to be expected, but only cut him if he tries to stop me."

Fecundity? What?

Suddenly, the old man's hands were on my cock. The traitorous organ started to get aroused: it'd been over a day since Alice and I had last done it, and despite the scariness, I was used to having gotten off at least three times. I gasped and moaned, my legs twitching as he cupped my manhood, slowly stroking it.

I closed my own eyes. I didn't care why they were jerking me off, I just didn't want to die, and that might happen if left sitting there thinking about the knife jabbing me in the throat. In spite of the situation she'd gotten me into, I started thinking of Alice.

The old man's grip was very firm. I wondered if he did this to a lot of livestock to collect samples from. I quickly tried to think about Alice again, but the thought of just being an animal to these people bubbled up in the back of my mind.

Out of the corner of my eye, I stole a glance. The Doctor was, true to his position, rather professional: he was just there to get a sample. Josiah, meanwhile, probably hadn't ever seen this kind of thing happening to another guy. I could see the tenting in his pants, and the slowly-increasing stain at the top of that tent. He breathed heavily as his head hovered over mine; I saw his neck throb as he swallowed. I closed my eyes again, trying to focus on arousing things so the Doctor would finally leave me alone.

It was a bit disturbing how easy it was to shut everything off. I genuinely started feeling aroused, panting and breathing heavily. My legs twitched apart. I felt the knife draw close to my neck, but then The Doctor quickly cautioned him, "No, this is natural."

I started to moan loudly - Alice had trained me out of the practice of being quiet - as I fought for air. My shaft was slick from the juices I'd squirted out in excitement, but I was gearing up for the main event. My whole body seemed to be throbbing along, sperm flowing out of my balls like a faucet, filling my ducts and waiting to blow. My whole body was feeling it: sweat poured out of my armpits, over my twitching pectorals; my abdomen crunched and twisted as it felt like I was riding a bucking bronco, only just able to hang on. Those fluids, that energy, all those emotions soaked up all the space in my internal stores, leaving me a hot, horny mess.

Then the dam broke, and it all flowed out of me.

I opened my eyes. Despite the situation, I felt kind of good, looking at the thick puddle of cum my shuddering cock was adding to as the Doctor continued to squeeze me empty. I sprawled exhaustedly, the spikes of the hay deadened to the touch for a few glorious minutes as the results of the orgasm soaked through my mind.

The Doctor, noticing trails of my ejaculate were threatening to escape, quickly scraped a small metallic spatula over my front, collecting my semen into a glass jar. "Better than I was expecting," he complimented. He muttered something else, but I couldn't quite hear him over the swimming of my head.

Josiah stood up, still trying to hide his own erection, as he followed the doctor out of the stall.

I dreamed of Alice.

* * *

I woke up after a couple of hours. That was my best guess: I didn't have any way of telling the time other than whether sunlight was in the barn or not, and that wasn't particularly reliable, especially as I was missing at least a couple of chunks of time from being unconscious. Even though I was propped up on the pile of hay near the back of the stall they'd put me in, I knew I'd been moved: there was fresh mud on my body.

I guess Josiah had been guilted into mucking my stall.

Nobody else seemed to be about just then, so I slowly sat up to take stock. On the very meagre plus side, I was still very much intact. However, I was still chained to a heavy weight by my wrist and ankle, in the middle of nowhere surrounded by people who thought of me as nothing but another one of their farm animals, with the only people who would miss me thinking I was having a fun time getting to know future in-laws. Assuming they weren't made at me for spending more and more time with the bait in the trap. I had no way to call for help - local or farther afield - and nothing except a pile of straw and what dignity you could have after being jerked off by some creepy old dude for reasons I didn't want to know.

I guess that was another thing to add to the plus side: I wouldn't be feeling horny for a little while.

Deciding that scoping out my situation a bit more was in order, I slowly rolled onto my hands and knees. The chain holding me in place was pretty short, so I wasn't going to be going too far. Grunting against the weight holding me down, I pulled myself onto my left foot, sliding the stone just enough to be able to see.

To my surprise, I'd been left with food and water: though, of course, it was in buckets hanging on either side of my stall, just within reach. The food seemed to be mostly what Alice had been pushing on me, except no visible meat and no preparation. Just a lot of vegetables and fruit, and not particularly appetising ones, either.

The stall next to me was empty. I wasn't sure if that was good or not: probably good for whoever else might have ended up there, and bad for those that had been. I was in the far corner, and if there was anyone - or anything - in any of the other stalls they were out of sight.

Mud covered the ground inside the stall between my side and the side where I'd heard the donkey staying. It was staying quiet, or maybe they'd taken it out. Through the open door, there wasn't anyone close by, but I could see the corner of the house from here.

Turning my head, I looked further into the barn. There was a big empty space in the middle of the room. Hooks hung down from the roof into it, and a ladder went up to another floor; I guessed that was a hayloft, the hook used to lift it up there for storing.

The only useful things I saw were too far away to be immediately helpful: well on the far side, in a small closed-off section, was what I guessed was a workshop. Simple wooden and metal tools had been hung from hooks, along with horseshoes and a bunch of other farming crap.

My stomach rumbled, so I reluctantly rummaged through the food I'd been giving. Finding a carrot that was a bit too soft, and a not-too-bruised apple, I sat down to think. If I could get loose, maybe if Josiah or something let me out, I could get over to the tools and get something to use as a weapon. I'd need to find somewhere to hide, then try to make it. I might be a while, and there was a good chance I'd get caught.

I was debating if I could hide food into my stall from the bucket to use as rations during my escape when I heard the donkey whinny. Sliding over to peek under the gap between the stall door and the ground, I felt myself sink down into the mud.

Josiah and another young man were coming in; the other guy's hands gripped on a rope tied around a leather bridle that had been fastened to a donkey's head. It trotted forward calmly; until another donkey's head popped up over the side of the stall. Its lips curled back, and it brayed incredibly loudly. It started banging against the stall door, obsessed with getting out. The guys were talking, but once they got close enough to hear what they were saying, the donkey had started up.

The other donkey also seemed quite interested, trying to fight away from the guy holding her bridle: I hadn't really been paying attention to the fact it was female until the other one had started acting so strangely. But then she'd squirted out a splash of urine, and I could see it came from her rump. I didn't know much about farm animals, but I know the male ones still had dicks.

While Not-Josiah kept a hold on the jenny, Josiah went over to grab a length of rope. The jack in the stall brayed incessantly. I felt sympathy: here we were, both trapped by the same set of assholes, only he was being kept away from having sex, and I was pretty much here because of it. At least he was going to get a bit of freedom and some action for a while, or at least some that didn't involve a knife to your throat and an old creep jerking you off. Josiah tied the rope around the jackass' neck, then held it tight while nudging the latch on the stall door.

Suddenly, my stomach felt queasy, and I wish I hadn't eaten.

The "donkey" in the stall burst out, a huge mottled cock erect and dripping. His nostrils sniffed the air, lips curling as he struggled against Josiah to get over to the jenny. Two hooves hung down from the air, the grey hair dwindling down to dark human skin around what would be the wrists. The other two struggled in the dirt, awkwardly moving at about knee-height where again the donkey parts merged almost seamlessly with human parts. Between the outspread human legs swayed two oversized testicles. All of his extremities had been transformed, but the core of his body was human. Sometimes, he seemed to be trying to grab on to his cock with his forelegs - arms - I didn't know.

Josiah escorted him over, continuing to bray excitedly, donkey dick flopping about and oozing in anticipation. The jenny seemed just as excited: I guess he smelled enough like a strong, virile jack that she was willing to give it up to him.

Part of me didn't want to watch. Part of me needed to know what would happen, as the gnawing pit in my stomach made me wonder if I'd gotten a horrifying glimpse into my own future. Part of me - I hoped it was very small - was kind of turned on by this obscene farmhouse pornography. I found myself getting hard.

I finally figured it out: why Alice had gotten me into doing it outside. Doing it in places where we risked being caught. The leather harnesses. The bondage gear. I remembered that night when we found the animal-themed dildos and fleshlights online and I'd jokingly suggested getting some.

Fuck. That was the night before she'd said she wanted to come here.

It had all been some weird preparation for whatever it was they had done to that poor black guy. He looked like he'd been in good shape too. I wonder idly how they'd lured that poor bastard in. How long had it taken for them to do that to him, and finally break him into acting like a horny, braying donkey.

Josiah had tied the rope to one of the posts holding up the roof. Donkey-Man didn't like that, looking like he was pulling on the rope. Glancing back cautiously, he dashed over, pulling on some heavy leather gloves. Then he grabbed a big, fat glass jar of some kind of weird goo, slowly opening it, and carefully put it on the ground, well out of the way of getting kicked over by the excitable Donkey-Man. With his gloves covered in the ointment, he carefully walked over to Donkey-Man, and grabbed onto the donkey cock as it smacked into Donkey-Man's chest.

The mottled skin quickly disappeared under the black ointment, the stain seeming to spread around on its own, easily coming away from the gloves to cling onto Donkey-Man way-too-huge cock. Then it was like he'd frozen in place: only the rapidly-expanding-and-contracting muscles of his well-toned chest showing he was still alive. Even his cock seemed to freeze. Then slowly, the darkness drained out, the mottled pink and not-so-black blotches littering the once smooth, glistening coating.

Putting the jar away, Josiah and Not-Josiah began to release Donkey-Man and the jenny. Donkey-Man wasted no time, stumbling onto the ground - maybe because his cock was way too huge for the rest of his body - approaching her as she squirted urine behind her. His muzzle sniffed at her, his large dark eyes seeming to glint.

Josiah moved in slowly as Donkey-Man fell on top of the jenny. Reaching down, he seized the shuddering cock in his still-gloved hands and helped to guide the thrusting donkey member into the right hole.

I turned away then. I didn't need to watch any more: I could easily hear the sounds of their flesh slapping up against each other, the wet sounds of their fluids mingling.

Fuck me, it was enough.

I grabbed my own aching cock. I didn't know what the fuck was wrong with me. It was terrifying. I shouldn't be horny. But I was, and I didn't want to be, and there's only one real remedy for that when you couldn't have a cold shower.

Settling back into the hay, I grabbed onto my cock, my hard flesh leaping around in my hand. It had been months since I'd needed to masturbate for any length of time: Alice seemed to sense when I needed it early on, and afterwards it just seemed stupid to not ask her.

While Donkey-Man fucked his girl, I thought about my own. I tried to play with my swollen cock-head the way she would do, but I couldn't really do it the same way. I leaned back, imagining the rutting sounds in the stall were coming from a porn video she'd put on to help get me in the mood. Not that I'd needed it when she'd been around, but I'd appreciated the sentiment.

Closing my eyes, I was back in my apartment. My hand was her lips, sliding down my shaft, as I imagined her head bobbing down between my muscular thighs. She always loved talking about big strong man I was. Big strong man. Big strong animal. Big dumb horny beast.

It shouldn't have turned me on so much.

Then she was on all fours, my big body looming over her smaller, athletic frame. Her lower lips moist and waiting for me. I felt myself starting to leak. My breathing became ragged. Just out of earshot, I heard Donkey-Man finishing up.

It must have been wild, having such a big organ hanging between your legs. I wasn't much of a slouch in that department, but Donkey-Man's had been fucking wild. Those balls too. If you were hung like that, no wonder you'd want to have sex on the time. I felt my own cock growing into a huge one like that, my balls bloating with seed. Alice would have found that wild.

Alice.

I jerked off quicker, I was already close. The hot fluids in my body were eager to be spilled, and I didn't want to disappoint. Moaning and panting, I shot my second load of the "day" onto my chest. It wasn't as much as before, but it was enough to get the satisfying tingling sensation running through my head.

I leaned back, my eyes meeting Josiah's as he smirked at me.

* * *

My skin itched terribly. My wrist and ankle were red from rubbing up against my restraints. My muscles and bones ached from being chained up.

The worst part, though, was feeling disgusted at myself.

That was all on me. And Alice. She'd really done a number on me. All along, encouraging me to try out all sorts of weird sex stuff, getting me ready for the day she'd trick me into coming home with her, then get me too horny to think, until I acted exactly the way her weird family wanted me to act. Like a stupid, horny animal. The type they would try to turn me into. Another Donkey-Man, wanting to just fuck and eat and shit and piss and - well - I didn't know if animals did anything else.

But even the stuff with her was also me. I didn't say no to any of the things she'd been asking for. She made me feel good, rewarding me in all the right ways, but I could have said no at any time. She wasn't even here for... before.

I didn't even bother wiping myself off after Josiah had looked at me. I'd already been caught. That's when it sank in: just how fucked I was, because whatever terrible thing they were going to do to me, they'd already started doing it months ago by sending Alice out to see me.

I hadn't seen her since I arrived. In fact, I'd not seen any women whatsoever. The closest thing had been the jenny that had been brought in to get Donkey-Man hot and hard.

I wondered what they'd bring in for me.

The last time I'd seen anyone must have been several hours ago. I'd spent the time curled up in a ball, trying to figure out a way out of it. But all I could think of was Donkey-Man getting it on with the jenny and feeling like a pervert for getting into it.

I didn't want to think about Donkey-Man. Who he'd been before this. What he'd wanted to do with his life. How long he'd been a prisoner here. I probably should have: I wanted to know how much time I had before I succumbed to whatever it was. I should have tried to figure out what that black stuff was that they'd put on his cock before letting him have his fun.

Instead, I just thought about how seriously fucked I was.

"Hello?"

I looked up. I groaned. It was Josiah.

"May I ask you a question?" he asked.

This was new. I looked at him oddly. We both knew he wasn't supposed to be treating me like a person. You didn't politely ask questions of animals. Warily, I responded, "What?"

He blushed - it was one of the few times I'd seen anything resembling humanity since I had arrived here - and asked, "What's it like?"

"Huh?" I responded again with just simple questions. My brain was whirring. The only way out of here for me that didn't mean meeting the same fate as Donkey-Man meant getting someone to help me. Right now, I only had Josiah the pervert. Great.

"Sex," he seemed really embarrassed to be discussing this with me. "I know it's a sin, but why make us feel... this way... when it's bad?" I started to answer, but he interrupted, "I know that it's where babies come from. Does it feel good?"

"Look," I bargained, "I'll answer any questions you have, just let me out of here! Please!"

"I'm sorry," Josiah responded, "I... I can't..."

It was pretty obvious I was asking him too much too fast. "Okay, well, how about this," I suggested, "I'll answer any question you like, but then you have to answer one of mine. It's just the two of us, right?"

Josiah glanced about, suddenly terrified, but then nodded.

"And everyone else is just going to be treating me like an animal, right?" I'd never felt smarter. Too bad it required the threat of being turned into an animal to get me to appreciate thinking.

"Yeah," Josiah agreed, starting to put the things together in his own head that I wanted. "So they won't find out from you."

"Do we have a deal?" I asked; begged, really, but I hoped Josiah was desperate too. I imagine he didn't get a lot of straight talk about sex from the group he hung out with.

"O-okay," he agreed.

"Okay," I nodded. It wasn't what I wanted, but if I could make him sympathetic, or turn him a little, I might have a chance. "Well, sex feels good. You can mess it up: if your lady kicks you in the balls, for example." I wasn't sure if he knew what balls were, so for safe measure I pointed to my own. "That's going to mess things up for a bit. But it usually feels really good." A spark flickered through my brain. "Especially just before and just after you cum."

"What's that?" he asked.

"I need you to answer something for me first," I reminded him. "That's a new question."

Josiah frowned, but grudgingly replied, "Oh, alright."

"What did you do to Donkey-Man?" I asked. Josiah looked a little confused, until I extrapolated, "The thing over there, with the donkey head and... parts, but the human body?"

"Oh, yes," Josiah replied. "Well, our stud donkey died, so we resurrected him."

I bit my lip, trying to conceal my frustration. "Okay. Well, to answer your earlier question, you cum when, uh, your seed shoots out of you. It combines with the eggs that women have inside them to make children. Your body feels really good after that, and also before because you can feel it getting closer, so you know you've done a good job." To put some teasers out there, I added, "But you feel that way if you jerk off, or someone gives you head, or..."

I knew I'd gotten Josiah hooked, because he started to ask me what those were, but then remembered and instead prompted me for my next question.

"How do you go about this resurrection?" I asked.

"Well, when one of our studs dies," Josiah explained. "We cremate the bodies and collect the ashes. Then the doctor makes a paste from that. Then we pray, and-" He fell silent. Someone had joined us in the barn.

Alistair.

I hadn't seen him since he helped to sucker me into the barn that had been my prison more or less since I arrived. He didn't look too happy. Neither did Josiah.

Wordlessly, Alistair walked up to Josiah; before the guy could react, Alistair's fist was passing through the space where his head had been. Josiah's head was flying back. "You've been warned, Josiah," Alistair growled. "Now you'll be punished for your sins." Josiah didn't reply.

The look he gave me suggested Josiah wasn't the only one in trouble.

* * *

They woke me up with a slight bite of metal. Not-Josiah had a knife to my throat. They weren't supposed to talk to me like a human, but I got the message all the same. My restraints were removed, my limbs freed from a day of bondage for a single instant before Not-Josiah shoved a dirty rag into my mouth. I didn't even have time to scream before they had started squeezing on my wrists and ankles, half-carrying, half-sliding me out of my stall. With the extra space, more guys appeared, grabbing me and lifting me off the ground.

The barn had been quickly set up for something. A circle had been formed of men and women, standing around. They faced into the centre, where two candles burned and the Doctor waited, wearing gloves and holding a jar. I knew what that meant.

It was too late.

My lungs suddenly seized up. I couldn't breathe. Not that I cared. If I died, I escaped. It wasn't fair. They didn't give me a chance. It wasn't fair. I tried with Josiah, but that had been hours ago. I'd fallen asleep when it had started to get dark. I thought I was safe for the night. Ha. Ha. Hahaha.

A thick rope was securely tied. I wondered if it was the same one used on Donkey-Man. I saw his head poke up out of his stall, awoken by all the noise. I assumed donkeys slept at night. Maybe I was about to learn first-hand. A strange mania gripped me. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Hahaha.

The hayloft hook was lowered by a manually-turned winch. The ropes looped over the hook. More ropes were tied around my ankles. Once bound, the went to work on their crude ritual. The prayers grew louder. I tried scanning the crowd for Alice, but I didn't see her.

The Doctor grunted, the jar's lid sticking shut. I didn't even bother hoping that would give me an out. Even if it was a sign, it was short-lived. His gloved fingers squelched as he dropped his hand into the viscous fluid. He cradled my genitals in his hands. Almost immediately, I felt it pull away from the gloves, leeching on to the tender flesh. It was almost alive, slithering into the crevices of my wrinkly sack and the ridges along the length of my cock. Some managed to work its way inside.

Then they hoisted me in the air. I heard the winch grinding away, the Doctor stepping away with the jar. Once he left, they pulled my legs apart, until I hung in the air by my aching wrists, spread-eagled in front of a bunch of religious nutjobs.

All my energy was on trying to keep sane. It was incredibly difficult, because the ointment had started to work its dark magic. My cock burned, the black coating beginning to stretch as the first of my changes began. I swiftly became erect, moaning as the heat spread into my balls, which pulsed. Tendrils of heat snaked their way throughout my body, surging my body with carnal hunger.

Suddenly, it felt like I had when I arrived, only worse. It felt like days since I'd last gotten laid. Sweat poured off my body; at least that which wasn't coated and changing. I was fully erect, but my cock still lengthened, thickened, hardened. It inched up towards my face, held pointed along my belly by what felt like a stinging pinch of skin between those rock-hard abdominals Alice had been so attentive to in our love-making.

My nostrils snorted. Suddenly I smelled her. I knew she wasn't there: she didn't hang in the air next to me. But I smelled her as close to me as the day we fucked outside in the garden like animals.

Weight yanked on the sensitive skin holding my balls up. It was stretched tight as my sack expanded. I tried to look down to see what was happening to them, but the increasingly pointed, elevated tip of my shaft would always distract me. Christ, how long was it now? It was huge.

Fuck. I shouldn't have felt good about it being mine, but I did. Fuck me.

The blackness of the ointment was starting to disappear. I didn't know if it was being absorbed into my body, or just turning into the ether. I started catching sight of a fleshy pink tube. That was my cock. It was an animal's cock, alright. I wasn't going to be a donkey, that much I knew, but whatever it was that I was going to be had some pretty formidable equipment.

Spots of flesh appeared on my bloated sack. The skin had thickened. It made sense: my balls were fucking huge. I could almost feel them churning away, transformed forever for my new purpose. Servicing beasts, the ones that I would slowly become, thanks to that infernal goo and these horrible freaks of humanity.

Suddenly none of that mattered. Alice's scent filled my body. I was back in that garden, watching her waggle her butt at me as she invited me in. Only now our bits had changed. My legs spread wide as I hobbled over, allowing my hefty new balls to swing with each step. Her smell was driving my penis wild; the pink spike jutting out and up into the air, escaping from the safe confines of my thick sheath.

I got down on all fours too. It wasn't perfect, but things lined up better. Her needy cunt, dripping eagerly. My long shaft now pointing directly at it. My balls, ready to fill her up. I buried my nose into her exposed opening, revelling in the scent she was giving off. That wild scent that I'd never forget. I raised up my arms, thrusting forward as her warmth enveloped me.

I was cruelly snatched back to reality, just in time for my heaving balls to unleash their load. I moaned loudly, my semen spraying down onto the barn's dirt floor. It seemed to shine as it squirted out. My moans got louder: each ejaculation started with a pulse at the base of my shaft, somewhere deep inside me. My muscles quivered as it would race up my flesh, fluids bursting out of me. Dripping down my skin. Bubbling over like a volcano.

My eyes rolled up into the back of my head. It didn't seem to stop. My new cock was raw after what felt like hundreds of pulses had charged up its length, spraying out another not-inconsiderable load of hot fluids, draining me dry and continuing past that barrier.

It kept going even when they started to lower me down and carry me back to my stall. I didn't have the energy to fight back, even if I wanted to. It was almost like I was now ejaculating out part of my brain. I was barely aware of them closing the door on me, sprawled on the hay on my back once again. They hadn't bothered to chain me up.

They knew I wasn't going anywhere for a while.

* * *

The sound of the barn doors opening rattled me from sleep. I groaned, looking down at the thick, rubbery tube resting against my belly. My cock was inside there: it still felt hard, but not in the way where you were excited for sex. It was just stiff, like morning wood. My balls hung down between my legs, still spread-eagled from the night before.

Getting up slowly, I winced as my balls pulled down, making me grunt until I got used to the weight swinging and pulling against my skin. It was still plastered with dried dirt and cum, which left my body feeling itchy. I scratched at myself. They'd left me unclean since last night. I suppose that made sense: they wouldn't wash off an animal unless they needed to, and I probably didn't need it. They also hadn't chained me up again.

Looking down in the next stall, I saw Josiah sprawled down on the ground. He was out cold, his face still bruised. He'd been left naked and shackled, like I had yesterday. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to feel about him. Pity? Satisfaction? Guilt? I knew what they likely had in store for him: it should have been horrific, but I couldn't feel anything for the guy.

Something inside me had broken loose last night, and it rattled around inside, jangling my emotions and thoughts at odd times. Right now, I felt unusually calm, like right after Alice and I had had some really great sex and she'd been on top of me and just flopped on me, her body an enjoyably warm weight on top of me. It also left me a bit scatterbrained, and a bit tired.

I walked carefully over to the stall door, taking a drink from the bucket of water they'd left for me, scooping it up with my mouth greedily. Did I even have anything to drink the whole of yesterday? Especially after last night, I was low on fluids. Donkey-Man did the same, his brown-eyed stare of shock at seeing me quickly disappearing. Aside from him and Josiah, there was nobody else around. Nothing was holding me back. If I wanted, I could just undo the latch and leave. If I could sneak away, I was free to go wherever I wanted.

I should have been excited for the opportunity. I knew that I should run, that even if I was stuck this way for the rest of my life - living forever as the guy with the animal dick - it was better to stay being me than stay here and let them do to me what they'd done to Donkey-Man. Maybe there would be someone who would help me.

But I just couldn't do it: even thinking about it brought the sharp ends of the thing that broke off smashing into me. My hand would tremble any time I brought them near the latch on the barn door. No wonder they hadn't chained me back up: they knew they didn't need to.

The Doctor and Not-Josiah came into the barn, and my window closed. I felt ashamed at myself, trying to console myself with the fact that they hadn't given me a real chance, and hating myself all over again for wondering if I was just lying to myself. "Fuck you," I spat at them as they got closer.

Unsurprisingly, they ignored me. They were here to do chores, not talk to the animals. Their first port of call was Josiah. The Doctor did some checks, concluding by diagnosing, "He's still alive, but it was a nasty blow to the head. He might wake up, might not. It's too soon to know for sure."

Then they went to Donkey-Man. When they took him out of the stall today, I got to see he'd changed a little more since his romp with the jenny yesterday: a long ropey tail had sprouted, hanging down absurdly long over his butt. Not-Josiah put a rope around his neck, and led him out of the stall. I wondered if the jenny was coming back, but it turned out that I might be getting a cleaning after all. Once Not-Josiah had secured him to a post, he'd taken over from Josiah and started to - I guessed - muck the stall: taking out all the unclean hay and replacing it with some fresh collected from the loft.

Meanwhile, the Doctor took a bucket, and started soaping down Donkey-Man's legs and chest. It was kind of interesting to watch him go to work, with Donkey-Man being skittish until he realised he wasn't going to be hurt - or maybe he'd just given up and went along with whatever they were going to do to him now - and seemed to almost enjoy the soaping. The Doctor reached in from the front to clean in between the buttocks, then reached over to wash the tail by yanking it up. The process even involved coaxing Donkey-Man's huge cock out a bit to clean that off as well.

Even with my own animal equipment, I still felt an odd pang of jealousy for Donkey-Man. He was still bigger. What a dumb thing to worry about.

The Doctor bribed him with apple pieces, which Donkey-Man took happily, and patted him on the side. Then, walking over to the workshop, got out the jar, along with another, much smaller jar that looked like it was filled with piss.

Not-Josiah wondered, en-route between the loft and Donkey-Man's stall, "I thought we were bringing Becky in again today, sir?"

"Yes," replied the Doctor, "but the sooner we're done, the sooner we can share the load of work with one more."

I should have felt dread. Whatever was in the smaller jar must have been pretty potent, because it was a fair ways away from Donkey-Man when the Doctor opened it, and it didn't take long after that for his lips to start curling back, his occasional brays becoming louder and more fervent, and for his cock to rocket out at full mast. Then the doctor was approaching with the other jar, wearing gloves, and scooped up some more of the goo.

I idly wondered if it was the same exact stuff being used on me, or if we each had our own jars. I started getting hard watching the display - unsheathed I guess was a better term for it now - but didn't want to touch myself. I needed to get some control back over my life, and this was a little step in that direction.

The black goo quickly slurped onto Donkey-Man's erect cock, clinging to it even as it slapped up against his chest. It didn't leave a black mark - which I thought odd - because I was under the impression it just used your dick as a smooth jumping-on point. Getting hard seemed to excite the dark tendrils inside me, so maybe they were all rooted around that initial point of contact? I guess that was one of those things that I was never going to find out about for certain.

The Doctor and Not-Josiah hovered around him as Donkey-Man tried to get off. I guess he was trying to jerk off with both forelegs, but also seemed to be trying to slap his cock up against his chest. Maybe that was the way animals masturbated? I wondered if I should take notes.

Donkey-Man starting to blast his load seemed to be the sign the Doctor was waiting for, as that was when he took the jar back over to the workshop. When he came back out, however, he was still wearing the gloves, and still had the jar. I was confused for a moment, then it hit me: he'd put away Donkey-Man's jar.

The one he had now was mine.

"Get the cow jar," the Doctor ordered Not-Josiah, as he came up to him in the stalls, "and put away the jenny scent, I forgot to put it away." I backed away from him, pointlessly trying to make him forget about me. Looking at my exposed dick, he shouted, "Might not need it, he seems riled up already."

The Doctor's head disappeared. I heard him grunting, and I walked over back to the stall door, to see him struggling with the jar. My cock - or rather, the tendrils still in me from the ointment - throbbed. When I breathed in, she was in the air.

I should have hated that stuff: it was what was dooming me, after all. But it was the only way I seemed to be able to see Alice again, and even after everything, my feelings for her were still incredibly powerful. Even the Doctor didn't seem to be expecting me to fumble for the latch, slowly opening it and - bracing myself against the door - not fighting back when he reached up between my legs.

I felt the cold ointment leap onto my shaft, and once again I was back with Alice. I could hear the Doctor talking - the illusion or fantasy didn't block out the world completely - while he got Not-Josiah to get some kind of collector.

This time, I was with Alice, but it was on her turf: I dangled from the hook by the rope again, only in the fantasy it hadn't left my shoulders sore; my legs were wide, but the ropes at my ankles weren't digging into my flesh so much. The other people were there, but this time the audience was appreciative, wanting to see the show me and my girl were going to put on.

She walked into the circle, completely naked, smiling at me in that innocent way that I quickly learned had just been an act. "Got a bit more meat for you than normal, babe," I told her, my imaginary cock joining my real one in jutting out of the sheath I acquired.

"It looks good one you," she grinned back, cupping my sack in her hands. Her touch was almost orgasmic on their own. The foreign tendrils definitely approved: I felt then throbbing and thickening as her hands gripped around my shaft. "I can't wait to feel this inside of me," she cooed, hand sliding around the base of my erection, giving me a gentle squeeze, "I can't wait for you to claim me again. To fuck me like the animal you are."

God, did that get me and the ointment-tendrils going. I could almost feel them feeding off the ointment faster, soaking in while stimulating my other senses while I took on the more manual parts myself. When you're this horny and under the influence of magical beast goo, it was easy to ignore the part where it was your hand on your cock, and you were jerking off in front of a bunch of other guys.

"Yeah babe," I grunted, "milk me."

I didn't quite remember where the idea of becoming a bull had come from. Someone must have said something about it at some point, but now it was in my head and refused to leave. I imagined her reaching up, tugging on a tail I suddenly had, giggling coyly as she mumbled, "We need to tie you up, because I want to show off what a great stud bull you'll be." As soon as I thought of the tail, I started to feel a tingling around my butt.

My fantasy of Alice started to change too: she turned to waggle her ass at me, invitingly. She had a tail too, a long piece of flesh with a raggedy end that I found adorable, especially when she was pulling it up like I was imagining her doing, showing off that bit of pink flesh above her butt. It was amazing at how vivid my imagination had gotten over impossible things.

"Let me fuck you," I called out to her, breathing heavily as my cock strained. "I'll show you how good a stud bull I can be."

"You're a little tied up," she pointed out. "But let's see what we can do..."

Then she bent over, and I could see those delicious pink lower lips of hers.

Just like last night, the fantasy ended just when it needed to. I was panting loudly, my arm surprisingly sore from jerking off. I could feel my tail - my real tail, not just the one in the dream - continuing to grow as I huffed and wheezed my way to orgasm. It was wild: feeling it pushing out of me, almost like a second cock slowly thickening with my arousal. Only less erotic, but only because I couldn't fuck with it.

The Doctor had gotten a jar - quite a large jar, I noted with some pride - near the tip of my cock. He wasn't going to be disappointed: I could feel just how pressure my sexual fluids were building up inside me. This was going to be one hell of an orgasm. I tilted back my head, the air rushing out of my lungs. The ointment-tendrils throbbed, squeezing me and jostling another part of me loose in the process.

I didn't care.

All my thoughts were gone as my cock unleashed my almost glowing load into the jar. My mouth hung open, making me look as brainless as I felt. The good type of brainless. I wondered, very briefly, if this is how Donkey-Man felt all the time. If it was, maybe being a bull wouldn't be too bad.

I continued to empty my balls into the jar the Doctor was holding. I heard him vaguely telling Not-Josiah I had an output better than, well, I guess the bull I was supposed to replace. I was glad to hear that. Hell, the Doctor even gave me an approving pat on my rump, earning him even more of my apparently-precious juices.

That was the only affection these bastards were going to ever give me.

* * *

Once I'd filled up the jar as much as I was going to - which included having the Doctor give my cock a few good squeezes to make sure - I got my "reward". My chest, legs, genitals and new, still-growing tail got a good soaping from the Doctor, while Not-Josiah added a few more "treats" to my food bucket. I just let them: my head was still coming down from the intense orgasm, and getting washed actually felt kind of nice once I'd gotten used to it. Then they gently prodded my back, and I staggered forward into my stall as they closed the latch.

While Not-Josiah left, the Doctor spent some time over in the workshop with the jar of spunk I just produced. I started toying with my tail, trying to get used to it: massaging the flaps of flesh that attached it to my body, feeling the coarse bristles rubbing against my skin. I tried not to think too much about how one was going to replace the other eventually. It looked strange, but human, the closer it was to my body, although an inch or two out it looked pretty much like what I'd expect a bull's tail to look like.

I practised flicking it around, seeing how much control I had over moving it, as I leaned over. Not-Josiah had left, returning with the same jenny as yesterday. Donkey-Man got to have a bit more fun with her, once his shaft had gotten a fresh coating. Watching them fuck left me feeling a strange mixture of emotions: sympathetic pity for the guy who was slowly being lost; queasy and jangled up at seeing what kind of things I could expect from my own future; a dull horniness at the freakish pornography I would probably be a part of at some point; and an odd jealousy that distracted me from my tail-moving practice. I couldn't put my finger on it: I was going to be a bull, he was much closer to being a donkey; by the warped standards of our current relationship, we weren't competing. Maybe I was just jealous of his cock, which was so much bigger than even the whopper I had now; or maybe it was just the jealousy from our still human sides.

It's weird to start thinking of yourself as not human any more. The occasional reminder I'd see across the way would help, especially when they were getting him out of his stall. I supposed that with my new genitals and now my tail, I'd be getting more reminders. I knew I should have wanted to scream, to run away, and at least feel a little guilty about how easy it was to get turned on by a guy fucking his way into being a donkey.

Then there was the other thoughts that kept squirming through my brain, easier with every passing hour I spent here. I could see the appeal of just letting go. From what I'd learned, there weren't a lot of men they did this to, and all they did seemed to be replacing various studs. You seemed to be guaranteed if not a huge cock - though all the ones I'd seen had ended up like that - one that got to see a lot of action. When you orgasmed, your loads would be huge and there was a pretty fast recovery. They also lasted a long time, but I somehow knew that wouldn't last: Donkey-Man seemed to be getting faster each time he mounted his jenny. If it weren't for the slow loss of your humanity and being held against your will, it'd be some guys' dreams, and even that last point felt up for debate.

I could probably escape. I knew, rationally, that I probably should. Get help for me and at least try for Donkey-Man before he was completely gone. Only I just couldn't. Maybe it was the ointment, maybe the remains of the animals they'd been made from were somehow taking more control of my body, just using me as fuel for their rebirth. That should've worried me, but the freshly broken parts of my mind or soul or whatever it was would flare up and distract me.

Grabbing handfuls of food - mostly carrots, apples and leaves of cabbage and lettuce - I sat down. I suddenly felt very tired and empty inside.

* * *

After a couple of hours lying around, having contented my stomach, I heard a pained groan from the stall next to me. I slowly got to my feet; I wasn't used to resting on hay just yet. By the time I'd gotten up to peek over the wooden dividing wall, Josiah was fully awake. He was naked and shackled up, just how I remember waking up myself. He had his head bowed, trying to cradle it in one hand.

"You okay?" I enquired.

He took a couple of seconds to respond. He slowly raised his head, showing off the nasty bruises that distorted his features slightly. He didn't seem upset, or anxious about his imprisonment; instead he was surprisingly accepting, if a little pained. "I suppose so," he said, "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Everyone always told me I was going down the wrong path."

"I think we both have," I quipped, biting my lip as the jangling sharpness inside me protested.

"Well, I suppose neither of us need to worry about that for much longer," Josiah observed. "I'd always been curious about resurrection. I wonder what I'm to be a vessel for. I'm trying to remember if any beast's died recently, but my head's still pounding."

"You took quite a punch," I remembered, then apologising, "I'm sorry for getting you in trouble. I guess I thought if I talked to you, you'd get to know me and help me escape."

"I don't blame you, you know. You're an outsider, you don't know of our ways and laws, and animals don't need to obey the same ones that people do." He chuckled, wincing as it moved sore parts of his face, as he noticed, "I guess I don't need to either, it looks like."

"I suppose not," I smiled down.

A snuffling sound grabbed my attention, I looked across the barn as Donkey-Man's neck popped over to eat hungrily at what was in his feed bucket.

"What is it?" Josiah asked.

"Donkey-Man," I answered, quickly realising what I'd said and clarifying, "What I mean is, the guy you guys were turning into a donkey."

"I guess that's as good a name for him as any," Josiah thought. "His head's changed, so - at least from what I remember - that means the beast has taken over, and the body is just trying to catch up."

I shuddered at that; for some reason it gave me a lewd thrill. "You seem to know a lot about it," I observed.

Josiah blushed. "I guess I've always been interested in animals," he explained, "so I kept asking a lot of questions about them, and the resurrection. I've always struggled with, uh, sexuality. Animals - and outsiders like you, I guess - just seemed so unburdened by morality, so eager to have sex."

I probably should have been offended, but since I was sporting a bull's cock, balls and tail I really couldn't complain about the comparison to animals.

"I suppose, maybe, I wanted to be punished this way," Josiah continued, "I just thought, maybe, if I met the right woman..."

"Trust me," I quipped, "women can be nothing but trouble." Even though I said that, I still felt a pang, and a twinge in my cock, as that made me immediately think of Alice, alongside all of the changes she'd undergone in my fantasy. For some reason, I couldn't remember her not having a tail.

"Would you..." Josiah went to ask something, then stopped.

"Would I what?" I wondered.

"I'm still a man of my word," Josiah replied, "or at least an animal of my word. I believe we had a deal. I can tell you everything you want to know, but in return I'd like to hear about sex, and what it's like." His face scrunched up for a moment, probably from a spasm of pain, then he concluded, "I'd like to know what all the fuss is about."

So we traded knowledge.

I quickly learned that this community had very odd beliefs: although they appeared to act as a conservative Christian sect, they were closer to being some kind of pagan worship, the rest being a kind of camouflage they used to survive during the spread of Christianity. In earlier times, whenever Josiah's ancestors conquered a neighbouring tribe or needed to punish someone for their crimes, they would be turned into beasts. Later, as civilisation spread, they had to do it more secretively: waylaying travellers on the road or taking prisoners off the hands of local lords.

"Now we need to be even more careful," Josiah told me. "We can't do it too much without risk of getting caught, and so we need to make sure those we do bring are as good as we can get: the stronger and more virile, the better, but it also has to be someone who wouldn't be too missed if they went missing."

The idea of being found strong and virile gave me another odd pulse of pleasure. In return, and because I was starting to get aroused, I started talking to him about sex. I talked about the basics, or at least what he probably wouldn't have learned watching animals going at it. Some of that he was very curious about, so I brought up my own experiences. I'd had plenty, even without Alice, but my mind would just drift towards her memories.

Josiah seemed pretty receptive, or at least his cock which seemed - and I wasn't an expert here - to be pretty decently sized. His balls definitely seemed huge, for human ones anyway. No wonder he'd been thinking about sex for a while: they were probably filling his head with all sorts of urges these uptight bastards wouldn't have understood.

My tales hadn't just worked on Josiah, either. Just describing her conjured up her scent, as though it was flowing in from the fields. I wondered if she was out there, getting hot and sweaty. I pictured her in overalls and a hat and nothing else, with a little hole for her tail.

Biting down on my lower lip, I took a step back as my erection popped out and touched the spiky wood in the dividing wall. I didn't really want splinters to get in there, especially if I could end up with no hands at any moment. I moved my hand down, ostensibly to check that I hadn't done exactly that, but it didn't take much to get me going once I'd been riled up.

I didn't even try to hide it. I'd been seen by these guys jerking off or naked and erect and orgasming so much that I didn't care. I closed my eyes, letting my fantasy take me away. I let myself join Alice out in the field; only where she was dressed for the role as a human labourer, despite her tail, I was a beast of burden, my massive shoulders supporting a huge yoke. I swatted at imaginary flies, as she came up behind me with a whip. I could almost feel the lash bite into my flesh. We'd done some very light S&M stuff, but not this far.

Josiah called out a warning; I should have opened my eyes, but I wanted to be with Alice so badly that I tuned it out. People were angry: shouts and grabbing at my hands, pulling me out of the stall. Somehow, this filtered into my fantasy, struggling against strong farmers with unseen faces, holding me down on all fours like the animal they wanted me to be, Alice slashing at me again with the whip. It didn't sting nearly as much, even though my back would have been aching and bloody by that stage.

A familiar scent filled my nostrils. I guess they had decided that, since my erection wasn't abating despite them getting rough with me, they might as well use it to their advantage. The ointment was applied, the darkness being fed as it continued to corrupt me with the spirit of an animal from within.

Bucking and struggling to get away from my captors, I felt the itching in my skin. From my fantasy, it was the wounds of the whip that were healing up as new, thicker skin started to fill in the gashes, prickling with thick hairs to protect me from the lashes. The stinging of my skin as the leather whip struck me started to genuinely feel good, as though I was very slowly pulling off one of the shirts. I'd gotten used to that feeling with Alice as she primed me at the gym, working me into a prime hunk of beef.

I broke free, bellowing in triumph as I scattered the faceless farmers. In reality, they'd finished, letting me get on with the task of freeing up space for the arboreal black thing inside me to break my soul into more rattling pieces. Black and white are opposites, and I needed to jerk off until the white came out of me.

That was getting close. My mind filled with the idea of spreading my Alice's legs apart as she lay underneath me, grabbing onto my thick, hair-encompassed nipples, her red hair and mine rubbing together, the friction of our fucking sending more of her delicious smell wafting up into my nose.

I felt the fantasy slipping away from me; I tried to hold on, squeezing her massive tits, to no avail. It was just me, on the cusp of orgasming, without my Alice. I felt my blood boiling as I bellowed incoherently, violently stomping and thrashing about, yet unable to let go or slow down on jerking off. Even though she wasn't here, I didn't want to let down my Alice in the fucking department.

This time when I orgasmed, I barely even registered it. I'd become a fuming, raging beast; turning and twisting, on two legs and on all fours, throwing a huge tantrum. My seed flew around the barn, leaving a white streak in the mud. On the stall doors. Over the skin peeling off my body as my dream changes became real.

I looked out of the barn once I'd calmed down. They hadn't bothered to put me back in the stall. I could run out there; I just wasn't sure whether I wanted to run away from this whole place, or run to Alice and just beg her to help make my dreams a reality, even if that meant giving up my humanity.

In the end, I returned to my stall to rest.

* * *

I guess they thought that my head was going to be the part that changed next. Instead, my skin began to crack; at least, the outer layers of it, which were still human. Underneath, my new cattle hide was growing in. I'd itch at a patch of skin, and dry, irregular patches of dead skin would come off, making it easier for my rough, red hide to show through.

As it turned out, they'd just fled the barn when I started raging: they'd wanted me to cool down, but once they saw that I'd finished, they came in and shut me in. The Doctor - unsurprising that he was there - proposed, "Maybe we should hold off putting him with a cow if he's going to be this aggressive." I drank from my bucket, dehydrated from orgasming and my rage-fit.

The plan seemed to me to pair me up with a cow today, but since I'd thrown a spanner into those plans, they shifted to giving Donkey-Man another ride on a jenny. This one was different, but he was still quite eager to be with her: apparently this one came from a neighbouring farm. He was practically fully gone at this point, with only the size and general shape of his torso that suggested he'd been anything but an animal.

I'd tired myself out earlier, and I wondered if that was why I'd stopped feeling so jealous of him. Maybe because we were both less human now. I flicked my tail around, the hairs on it mingling to match the rest of my blotchy coat. The sounds and smells got to Josiah though; my curiosity dividing itself between Donkey-Man fucking and Josiah masturbating the way that I'd quite clearly showed off in front of him, the Doctor and everyone else who'd been in the barn earlier.

I must have grown a bit: some of the men came over to hold down Josiah, finishing him off. He really got into it, thrusting into their grip eagerly and moaning loudly once he was done. Josiah produced a massive amount of cum; enough that, I think, it startled the Doctor. With the scent of sex on the air, my own loins started to recover.

"What did you think?" I asked when we were alone, and Donkey-Man had quietened down.

"I feel tired," Josiah replied, yawning, "but very, sated I suppose would be a good word for it."

I nodded; it's hard trying to convey those feelings in words, like trying to describe colours to someone who was blind. I started to wonder if cattle saw colours. "I guess I'll find out soon," I thought, rubbing my body.

There was something very soothing about rubbing, feeling my big weighty muscles shift beneath my thicker, hairier skin. The physical representation of my strength was comforting. It didn't take long before I started to recover. This time, though, I wasn't particularly keen on just jerking off. It just wasn't enough. Scratching myself, I asked, "So, uh, why hasn't Alice come to see me?"

"Alice?" Josiah repeated, slightly confused. I guessed he was still a bit dazed from getting jerked off.

"Uh, she's a really hot, amazing girl," I clarified, "the one who brought me here. Ring any bells?"

"Oh!" Josiah realised, a tired, dopey grin appearing on his face. "Didn't you hear? They're a bit worried about bringing her in after you rampaged. I was kind of scared as well. They'll want to know you've calmed down before they bring her in."

"Huh?" I wondered, "No, I don't mean the cow, I-"

Then it occurred to me, like a last slot falling into place. They were turning me into a bull; it wouldn't be too much of a stretch to see them going the other way around. No wonder she hadn't seemed real: she wasn't. That might have been why my memories of her were starting to transform along with me, as it prepared for us to meet as creatures in her world rather than ours. The more I thought about Alice, the more my mind seemed to pull out her animal features and suppressed her human visage. I looked down at my hands, palms covered with hair, trying to understand.

I'd fallen in love with a fucking cow.

* * *

The rest of the day passed slowly and uneventfully. Our stalls got mucked: I had the slight indignity of having to be led out of the stall with a rope tied around my neck. They wouldn't open the door otherwise. I got a soaping-down, which was nice, as did Donkey-Man, his body was filling out nicely. I heard the Doctor mentioning they'd be taking him out to put him to work tomorrow. That announcement gave me an odd thrill.

"At least I won't have to spend the rest of my life in a barn," I thought.

I spent a lot of time thinking: about my future, about what it was going to be like as a bull. But mostly, I thought about Alice: how she wasn't real. She'd never been real. Just some bait for the mouse, which the mouse had taken and the trap had closed around his neck.

I was angry again - at them, her and myself - with renewed vigour, but it wasn't focused. I'd get angry about them tricking me, then Alice for not being real, and then at myself not for falling for it, but for getting so wild before that I lost out on my chance of actually fucking her again. Even though I knew she was a cow - had always been a cow - I was hopelessly addicted to the idea. The now many loose bits in my soul would jangle up against that when I started feeling repulsed.

I didn't talk to Josiah after that. Part of me couldn't bring myself to ask him about anything else, and part of it was to be on good behaviour. Fuck me, but I wanted - needed - to have Alice under me again, letting her thrust away. I was an addict aching for a hit. I ignored the need to ejaculate growing inside me, eventually just falling asleep.

Noises rattled me awake: it was night, and they had come for Josiah. I couldn't gather very much from what they said, since it happened without consequence, so I wasn't sure what they were going to use him to resurrect. To his credit, he went through the process with little complaining.

It seemed weird they would rush him through the process it had taken months for me to go through. I'd been lured in by Alice, slowly getting addicted. Sex was sex, certainly, but did they think he was ready to go where I wasn't? I snorted. I don't know why that irritated me, but it earned a couple of looks of caution from some of the men, so I forced myself to calm down.

I watched for as long as I dared: I watched the ointment being painted over his genitals, heard Josiah's sexual moaning as he became erect, his arousal making him lock out the pain of being hoisted up and having his legs spread apart. I had to drop down on all fours once I felt myself becoming aroused, trying to not be observed with my pink cock out.

My hands gripped into the hay and dirt underneath me. My pointed tip was tickled by the hay around my underside. I heard and smell Josiah ejaculate, as he was taken down. I tried to think about him to distract myself from the rampant churning of sexual needs.

When they came to return to their cell, I showed off that I wasn't jerking off my erection. Somehow, it felt right not to: I practically needed it to get enough sleep, but something in my mind conjured up the idea that bulls didn't jerk off and that, if I didn't, maybe they'd let me fuck Alice again.

Fuck me, I wanted to fuck a cow.

* * *

The aching in my balls woke me up: I didn't think I'd gone this long without cumming since I got here. I stretched, feeling the extra weight my body had slowly been gaining during the night. Now I'd tower over the other men: I'd need to see what would happen when Josiah was awoken. He now sported his own animal sheath; I noticed it, along with his expanded balls, as I dropped my head over the side. His cock was jutting out. It wasn't too much different from mine; only, I noticed proudly, not quite as big.

I opened my mouth to say something to wake Josiah up, but after a few moments of gaping, I closed it, instead choosing to snort. Visions of Alice had taunted and tantalised me all night. I was kind of surprised I hadn't had a wet dream. It left me incredibly horny, an itch that not even jerking off would scratch. Not to mention the fact that her sweet scent was calling to me from somewhere outside the barn. I knew I could have gone to her: there was nothing to stop me but the jangling in my head and soul, but there was something holding me back. I didn't know what it was; some dream or vague understanding. But I knew that I'd be punished if I left.

If I wanted Alice, I'd have to play by their rules. That meant trying to act like a bull. I tried my best: it was still quite early morning and nobody had come into the barn yet. I ate my remaining food, cheating by using my hands. I drank my water, my cock relaxing enough to let me piss it out onto the hay beneath me as I leaned up against the door of the stall. I even lifted my tail, spreading my butt cheeks apart and completely relieved myself. I wasn't completely stupid: I didn't stand in any of the mess that I made, but I was really looking forward to the soaping down and stall mucking I knew would be coming soon.

Josiah woke up, moaning and touching himself. "That was intense! I've never felt that way before!" He sounded in good spirits: I was glad of that at least. I wondered if he was related to anyone else here. I imagined so, which got me to wonder about whether they had come to watch. However, aside from the Doctor and a few of the other men who regularly assisted out in the barn, I really didn't know anyone. Just Alistair and Not-Josiah, and of course Josiah who no longer counted.

"Hello?" Josiah called again. I decided to just stare at him. "Can't you speak any more?" he wondered as I remained mute. "Oh, I didn't think that would happen now," he mumbled. "I... I was looking forward to talking with you. Hearing more about your conquests."

Josiah stood up, reaching over to rub the back of my head in a gesture that felt immensely friendly, like getting a lick from my mother after I was born. Wait, no; that wasn't right. I snorted: perhaps I was getting too much into character.

"I'm going to be a goat," Josiah exclaimed, more to himself than to me now that he thought I was a dumb animal. Considering I was trying to do, I'd rather he think that of me than the fact I was just some stupid guy still obsessed over this one woman that I'd go out of my way to fuck the creature she'd been this whole time. "I'm looking forward to it, in a way," he continued. "I don't suppose my family want me to remain human for very long, and from watching you I know what to do to make sure that's not the case. Not that it won't be enjoyable, of course."

Finally, I heard the sounds of footsteps approaching. Both Josiah and I turned to the sound. It was time for the morning chores, including bringing in a jenny. A pang of jealously made me instinctively snort again. I wondered who'd that jenny had been for Donkey-Man: probably some immensely attractive woman who'd found some friendly, well-built black guy and decided he was the one for her, and by extension them.

Giving me a final friendly pat, Josiah sat down to toy with himself. It was kind of surreal to see it from an outsider perspective: the human, partially transformed, wanting to jerk off, with me now in the role of the mute animal-man who'd gone too far to escape his damnation. Not that I, or Donkey-Man I guessed, really wanted to be free.

Donkey-Man sounded pretty thrilled that the jenny had been brought for him. From across the barn, he pretty much looked just like a donkey. I couldn't really tell if there was anything different about him. The Doctor seemed to know better, though, as he ordered, "Keep him from satisfying his beastly urges until I'm ready with the ointment. Tie up the jenny, the jack will have to wait." Donkey-Man didn't seem too thrilled by this development, braying exceptionally loud, accompanied by the jenny, as they were kept apart when they definitely wanted to be together.

The men held Josiah down, holding him as he bucked and thrust up into the air, trying to get traction against the smooth pink flesh of his exposed dick as it flopped about out of its sheath. The Doctor fetched Josiah's ointment jar, the other men moving out of the way as gloved hands moved in to smear it over the exposed member. Unlike my case, they didn't seem too interested in collecting a semen sample from him. That seemed a little odd to me, but then this might have been a completely new animal.

I started thinking of my predecessors: all the men whom these people had turned into bulls over the years. How long would I live for? A bull's shortened lifespan, or that of a man, or something else entirely different? I wish I'd asked these questions when I had the chance, but right now it was too late: I'd ignored the only man who would have answered me so I could get my dick moist. I guess I deserved going to my fate not knowing.

They released him, allowing him to finish up on his own. He came quite quickly after that, the skin underneath the massive stain of cum on his chest starting to prickle up with white goat hairs. That was another thing I thought was odd. Neither Donkey-Man, Josiah nor I seemed to have changed the same way.

Donkey-Man was the next to be attended. I noticed that, as they rubbed down his mammoth donkey shaft, that after the Doctor left, instead of taking it back to where the others had been, instead he took it outside. Craning my neck, I saw him go out with one of the men to a large covered pit in the ground. The jar was tossed down into the pit. I guessed that Donkey-Man's journey from man to beast was over, and had just had the final ointment application necessary to complete his transformation.

Between his lusty, wet thrusts and Josiah's post-orgasm sprawling nearby, the barn was a tortuous aroma of sex. My jaw clenched tightly. I'd been extremely patient, and well-behaved. I was due a reward, for following in Donkey-Man's example of letting the beast take over.

Donkey-Man's reward didn't come too long after they started the coupling; I noticed just how white the initial trickle of seed out of the jenny's cunt was, later squirts slowly, but surely, turned into a more normal, creamy colour. The Doctor smacked his flank approvingly once he was done, and they had been safe to approach. Instead of being returned to his stall, both Donkey-Man and the jenny were led out into the fields. The Doctor called after the men leading the pair of lovers away, "Make sure to keep him separated from the other jennies, but make sure you put him to work. He'll need to get used to the feeling of it quite quickly if he's to make a good working beast instead of just a stud."

Stud. The word gave me an odd thrill. I was going to be a stud too. I breathed out heavily: I wondered if I was going too far, perhaps, with my act as the dumb beast. Fuck what was I doing? Did I really want to fuck a cow that badly? Except it wasn't a cow, not in my head, even though it seemed more like one now. It was Alice, and I wanted to fuck her really badly. Even though she was a cow.

I shook my head, trying to clear away the confusion that was crept through my head. This situation was just too impossible for me to wrap my head around. I knew I didn't want to really become a bull, or shouldn't, but it wasn't like I was having all that unpleasant a time. Thinking about sex with an animal turned me off; but Alice was that animal and that made me hornier than I'd ever been. Besides, it wasn't like I was looking particularly human any more: would it have mattered at all if Alice was a human or a cow if I was like this.

Had Donkey-Man thought the same way, or had he just gone with it? Maybe that's why his head had changed: his brain might have changed at the same time? Maybe he got carried away, and after the first time he just thought it'd be easier if he was just a stupid animal?

Then the scent - her scent - was growing in strength. I could smell her approaching before I turned my head to look, my neck craning over the side of the stall, nostrils flaring. It was so weird, watching them bringing Alice in on a rope: I knew I should have seen what everyone else was seeing, but instead I was seeing the hot girl - furred and tailed and gigantic, granted, but still her - playfully strutting in.

"It's about time," I thought I heard her say.

My cock was out and dripping, as Alice walked by, winking at me in invitation. I shoved up against the wall, barely cognisant of the men around me, because Alice was talking to me.

"I've missed you so much," she replied, "but they wouldn't bring me back to you until you were ready."

I felt my lips start to move, but the throbbing black tendrils snaking through me answered my question.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, sounding upset. "I really enjoyed doing all of that stuff with you. Giving you hand jobs, sucking your dick," she stated, "but I don't think we'll be doing a lot of that stuff."

"It's okay," I grunted back as I felt the rope slide around my neck. "I love you, Alice."

"I love you too," she replied, raising her tail at me to show off how ready she was.

When I stepped out of the stall, I fell over almost immediately. I didn't realise how much I'd been relying on the stall walls to keep me upright as my upper body started to grow. Not that it mattered too much: tilting my face up, I saw Alice standing there, tail raised, waiting to be fucked.

I lumbered over, pressing my nose into her cunt; I was more than happy to oblige. The rope around my neck strained, keeping me from getting too close. I bellowed incoherently, irritated that they'd brought Alice here - finally - so that we could be together, and they were dallying around. When I felt the cold touch sliding along my cock, and the shadowy tendrils feeding and growing off of the ointment and my arousal, I admonished myself for forgetting about that part of the deal.

"He's almost done," I heard some guy comment.

"What an idiot," I thought, misunderstanding what he'd meant, "I haven't even gotten started yet!"

I let them lubricate me up, taking the time to pleasure Alice's opening. It was strange, what with - my head jangled at the comparison - her lips being so much bigger than I remembered, and my tongue feeling decidedly small. I flicked someone who irritated me by hovering around my rear, not wanting to enrage them too much in case they took Alice away.

My hands started to throb from trying to hold myself up in this position; fortunately, despite my cock being lengthy, it didn't take long before it was coated. Then I felt the rope slacken around my neck not long after.

I took the hint. Alice and I had fucked doggy-style before - well, cattle-style was more accurate now, I guessed - and her opening seemed to be in a much easier place for my cock to find now. Grasping onto her back, I pulled myself up. God I'd missed this: the feeling of her warm body underneath mine, my cock aching for her moist lips and actually being able to penetrate them.

I found my mark after a little bit of probing, which Alice took with some small encouraging words. I bellowed out, now in lust as my cock started to slide in, soaking into her juices. I slid along her back, my weight ably supported by her strong, sturdy frame. I felt her shift beneath me as we fucked.

Unlike most other times, it didn't take me too long to get excited. Probably because I was needier now than I had been. I knew I might not get another chance at this for a while. I slammed in deeper beside her, her smell washing over me as we grunted and huffed.

I bellowed again as my sperm gushed out of me: I could almost feel the blazing whiteness of it searing out, dark filling in the spaces inside with each throbbed. What was left of my thoughts and emotions splintered into multiple shards sloshing around inside me, filling the gap where my humanity had been as the crushing weight of my bullhood soaked into my transforming flesh.

I sagged on top of her, spent. My wrists and ankles were tingling; I guessed at what I could expect to see next. Closing my eyes, I let them lead me back to my stall, clumsily shambling forward on all fours.

I didn't want to look at her as they took her away, just in case the illusion was broken now that I'd jizzed.

* * *

I knew now what I had to do.

After I'd fucked Alice, I was a bundle of nerves the whole day. My body acted on instinct, motions becoming even more certain after my hands and arms had lengthened a little and my stance had become more comfortable for my changing limbs. I ate like a bull, I drank like I pull, I pissed and crapped and farted like a bull.

I was left alone by mostly everyone. Josiah talked to me, but I was too confused and needing to try to wrap my brain about what I'd done. I think he got visited again - I remember the Doctor visiting him again to administer more ointment - but that had been the only other visit to the barn by people that day.

Not even I could make myself forget the fact I'd actually fucked a cow. Sure, I was now mostly one myself: I had the right hide, the right body size and rough shape - I was matching even better now once my fingers and toes had started to fuse together and my hooves had begun to form, making standing on all fours easier - and even the right junk telling my brain how to respond to cows who were ready for a bull cock. Most people, I hoped, wouldn't judge me for it.

But I didn't have to live with what most people thought of me. I had to live with what I thought of me, and I was having a hard time. The barn wasn't exactly stocked for things to distract you from thinking, especially if you were trapped in the stall like I was.

I started sleeping, or napping anyway, to pass the boring hours. My dreams throbbed with visions of what I imagined my new life: eating grass in a field, fucking herds of cows, my massive strength being used to help plough the same fields that fed me and the farmers. It worried me how natural and calm they were, and how vivid. I dreamed of being a calf, and my body ached with the same memories of learning to walk on four legs and sucking from my mother's teat.

I woke up before the sun, staring out into the night as the world around me slept. I glanced over into the stall next door: Josiah barely looked human curled up in the hay, covered in white goat fur and with his own hooves. I guessed he wouldn't have long to wait: maybe they were speeding things along for him, or maybe he'd just given in faster than me.

My head spun. This time last week I'd been a human being, worrying about my girl being homesick. Now I was there, going to join her in being a dumb beast, with nothing to look forward to but having lots of sex. Okay, that part wasn't too bad, I suppose.

I turned my head as much as I could to check myself out. I'd really filled out overnight: I was standing easily on four hoofed legs, a huge barrelled chest containing the organs that, I knew, must have been changing too. My stomachs were empty, and I looked in annoyance at my empty food bucket. I got desperate, chewing on the hay beneath me in the stall.

I heard the familiar sound of a crowing cockerel greeting the new morning's rising sun. I wondered if some poor guy had been found to turn into a rooster. That, I thought, would have sucked. I think I lucked out quite well, all things considered.

A little while later, and I knew it was time for me to meet my fate: my large bovine heart pounding in my chest as I stared out with my still-human face as they led Alice up the hill. I saw her as she was, now: a normal-looking cow, no humanity left. I could tell from her smell that she still needed a good fucking, or at least her body wanted one. My cock plunged out; my body very eager to satisfy hers.

I slapped my erection up against my body as the Doctor came up, remaining ointment being scooped up into his hands. We looked at each other for a moment, my eyes pleading with his. "Put it on me now," I pleaded silently, "I'm ready."

He seemed to understand me: very cautiously, he slipped into the stall, holding the ointment-coated glove over my body where any drips would be absorbed by the proper host. I remained calm, although my new instincts didn't much approve of this, especially as he disappeared below me. Images of vaguely dog-shaped shadows peppered my imagination. Then the ointment's coolness was being applied to my hot member.

I knew what I had to do now.

The dark spirit of the original bull whose ashes had formed the base of the ointment seeped in, merging with my own. Very slowly, the worries and doubt that I had started to fade, although the price for that calm, simple contentment was quite high.

I heard voices, the words and their meaning slowly disappearing from my mind. The man - I couldn't remember his name, just that his vague shape and smell were familiar to me - squeezed out from beside me. A light, but sturdy, loop got pushed over my head, just as my face started tickling and two hard nubs worked their way out of my head.

My bellowing became more natural as I pleaded to get towards Alice - the cow - Alice as I caught the odour emanating out of her as she smelled me. Somehow convinced it would help, I fed the bull spirit my self-restraint; together, we started banging up against the flimsy-looking wooden thing that stood between us and that smell.

Wanting more, I gave up the rest of what would be useless to me. Numbers. Letters. How to do things with hands. Games. Addresses and facts about the world outside the farm started to dissolve from my head; inside, it was almost like I was trying to match the bullish reflection, giving away parts of me to push my horns out more, or widen my jaw. My real changes would take longer, I guessed, but then I gave that up too: all the worrying and woes of my old life, watching my nostrils widen.

All the better to smell her with, I thought. My personal memories were soon the only thing left, mentally projected by my still human eyes. In my head, I wiggled my elongating ears, admiring my large bull horns, snorting and bellowing with my giant, and quite handsome in a way, cattle muzzle. My heart ached, worried about giving away the only parts of me that were left.

But my cock was aching too, and I was now free. I stomped forward, sure-footed on hooves I hadn't had the previous day. Or had I? It was getting harder to remember. Not that it mattered. The bull inside me was gaining in strength: now he was just taking my memories.

I rose up, smelling the cow beneath me. I vaguely remembered a name, but it fluttered away, a needless sound. I knew her smell, or at least what that smell meant to me. It was the thing making my shaft throb. My forelegs pushed me up, my heavy torso smacking down onto her wide back. I remembered doing this, countless times with countless cows.

My cock slipped in easy, bellowing stopping as I struggled for breath. Faces danced before my eyes - the warmth of friendship surrounding them - but then they went away. Other faces, stronger pangs, and then remembering the warm scent of my mother as she nuzzled me, my muzzle so small as I reached up to drink milk from her teat, the warm fluid running down my throat. I'd sired many, many children, countless throughout my life. Below me was one more cow to fill with my seed, one more calf or calves to probably be sired.

Even those thoughts fade, my hips slapping against hers. This just felt really good. That's why I was doing it. Fucking. Panting. Feeling the pressure from my balls building up inside, ready to explode out of me, filling her sweet-smelling cunt.

I bellowed as it happened.

* * *

Straining, I moved forward. A heavy weight was about my neck, holding me down as I walked. The weight dragged behind me, catching with the dirt. I struggled again, feeling discomfort as something harsh struck me from behind, stinging my back for a brief moment.

I bellowed. I was hungry. And thirsty. When the weight on my neck had appeared, I'd been given something that had tasted very good. I was pleased. I had not been pleased by everything that the shapes had done.

Even though I was thirsty, my bladder was full. I released it, the loud noises coming closer. I glanced behind me. The big thing that had been behind me for a while - it had shocked me at first, but it did not seem to want to hurt me - seemed to not want to follow me any more. There was something, a rock, maybe, that was stuck under its hooves.

Until it decided to move, I thought, I can't move. They had tied me to it. I snorted. They were always tying me to things. Especially when cows were around. But the shapes would give me things that tasted nice, sometimes, and some would even touch me in ways that made me think of my mother licking me.

I sniffed the air. My friend was coming over the hill: I could always smell him when he was close, but he was braying, and you could hear that from a ways away. He had one of the big things following him, too. Figures moved about on the back.

Suddenly, I felt the weight being lifted off my neck. Tentatively, I walked forward; one of the shapes patted my head and held out their hand. I sniffed it dubiously: oh, it was a treat! I licked it up, chomping on the sweet flesh. I didn't mind if they tied me to them if it meant more treats.

We walked up past the barn. I sniffed the air, smelling my friend nearby. But there was more: some of the cows were ready for me. I felt myself getting aroused.

My friend stopped, and the shapes got off. I blanched slightly: one of them, the smaller one, smelled like something that would hurt me, or at least could. They usually tried to chase me, or my cows. Very annoyed, I bellowed at it.

It cringed, one of the others wrapping its front legs around her, making noises at her as the rest of the shapes laughed. Then they went up to the barn, the bad one pulling the new one after it.

I had my own concerns, though. My cock was out and I had a mind to put it to use.