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He found his lovers sitting in the shade by a copse of trees near the outermost garage. Their conversation stopped as they saw him approach, their sculpted demigod of a bull.

“Mornin' ladies."

“Morning," they giggled like a pair of preteens.

“So what's the plan for today then?"

Sandra started: “Lacey and I were gonna fix up a second milking stand in the shed."

“Oh I see."

Lacey continued Sandra's explanation: “Carl left us the parts this morning. We...uhm...Sandra and I that is...thought it would be better to not have to wait for each other's turn for...erm...milking." A lingering shamefulness still danced in her head at that thought. Fortunately with each passing day that human hang-up faded ever further into the past.

“Never had you down as a tinkerer Ms. Cain."

“Well no, I've never really done anything with machinery...but Sandra's adamant I make myself useful." Lacey laughed that last part off — like she was being bossed around by Eric's wife — but deep down she held a strong sense of gratitude towards the woman for welcoming her into their family. It was only right she pitched in properly.

“Is she?" Eric shot his first mate a conspiratorial look. You sly thing you, two weeks here and she's happily doing a bunch of chores on your order. Sandra was shaping up to be a particularly efficient matriarch, something Eric hoped would come in handy when others joined the herd in the years to come. He had no doubt Bovinex would add to their numbers if there was profit to be made.

“I'm pleased to see Ms. Cain being such a help to you honey," he said, “next thing you'll be tellin' me she wants to go ploughin' the fields for me!"

“Well she is a good worker, I wouldn't put it past her. She's a wonderful herd-sister," Sandra added.

“Thanks," Lacey lowered her head in a submissive nod to the two of them, “it means a lot to me that I can help."

“And what's all this 'Ms. Cain' business honey?" Sandra asked, “it's a bit formal, don'cha think?"

“Sorry," he said as he looked at his second mate, “I should get used to calling you Lacey. I mean, we're about as close as physically possible at this point." he winked at that last statement.

“Moo..." Lacey saw his tease and was flattered. It had been just over four days since her fateful encounter with the Reimonds' more passionate sides. Her loins tingled at the mere memory of the event. Neither she nor Sandra had the luxury of indulging their carnal hunger in the meantime however; there were some big repairs required on the farmhouses after a particularly bad storm three nights ago. All hands on deck, as it were.

Lacey shuffled her legs as the unsatisfied feeling grew ever more irritating. Hopefully we can have some fun soon, she thought to herself.

“Ahh," Eric sighed as he cracked his broad shoulders, “that reminds me: the last repairs should be done in an hour."

“That's great news honey," Sandra said. Lacey continued to sit quietly, content to stare at her handsome herd-leader. Another term that felt right at home with her, given the situation.

“Yeah. All the barns roofs are patched up. And the flooding in the north silo has cleared up."

Eric's gaze alternated between the two females. After days of hard work, he needed a bit of relaxation, and his doting cowgirls were only too eager to come to his aid.

“Say...y'know what that means? Once I'm finished..." he raised an eyebrow suggestively.

Lacey and Sandra turned to each other with a twinkle in their eyes. Eric's intent was perfectly clear. With longing looks they accepted his unspoken offer. A rush of excitement ran through the pair, soon their pent-up desires would be relieved.

“See ya in an hour ladies."

* * *

Lacey had — in her former life — never been one for romance. It was almost cliché. The humourless high-powered businesswoman with an eye on striking it rich in corporate Unimerica. She was certain that countless films, both amazing and awful, had all started with that premise; not that she was really a cinema-goer mind you. Lacey greatly preferred 'chilling' at home to the silver screen. Being alone with herself and her thoughts, and occasionally a quality show on TV. The notion of family or long-term relationships far from her mind.

What a change then, was her life now! Not only shacked up with someone, but involved in a three-way with that man's wife. If you told her five years ago this is what her life was going to pan out like, you'd be met with guffaws of incredulous laughter. Further still, if you described what she became (not just where she was or what she was doing), no-one would ever believe it. Not in a million years. No siree!

At this very moment in time Lacey Cain was embroiled in a powerful, all-encompassing kiss. Eric's hands danced over her soft ass cheeks, copping a sneaky squeeze occasionally to accentuate the experience. Their sopping mouths pressed together, with a wetness only matched by the moistening between her thighs.

She wanted it to last forever...

“Hey! Give me a turn!"

Lacey was dragged back to the real world with an abrupt tug on her arms, and Sandra's complaining.

“Mmmph," she broke contact with Eric's lips, annoyed, “c'mon, just a little bit longer!"

“Now now," Eric spoke, his voice laced with notes of recently-awakened passion, “it's only fair Sandra gets a turn." He grinned as his first mate moved to take Lacey's place.

We're gonna have to work out some kinda schedule, or somethin', he thought as he smooched with Sandra. Can't have these babes fightin' over me now can we?

Sandra pushed herself up against the solid wall of muscle that was Eric, brushing her breasts against him as their muzzles locked together. They had time in the world to really get some foreplay going, working themselves up into a state, to make the impending sex all the more intense. She spied Lacey beside them, patiently waiting for a chance to re-enter the fray.

She wasn't one to deprive her herd-sister of a bull's love. Her arm coiled around Lacey's as she pulled her in. Eric had his hands full now with caressing both of his bovine beauties. Heh, I'm a helluva lucky guy right now...

Soon he ended their embrace. “Let's head into the shade." He led the two of them into the treeline, where the heat of the sun's rays would take longer to exhaust them. Slowly, and firmly, he place a hand on both their heads and gently guided them downwards, watching them fall to their knees and eye his engorged member hungrily.

“Wanna try something new?" he asked them. Lacey gave him a confused look but Sandra seemed to understand what he was after, so she took the lead. She eagerly approached his throbbing meat, cupping his plump balls as she dragged her tongue from base to tip.

Eric shivered with anticipation as his mate tended to his aching shaft. One was not enough however. He beckoned Lacey over beside her herd-sister. She knew what to do now.

The two girls synchronised their ministrations. Each used their long versatile tongues to massage his cock, their saliva mixing with the emerging precum. Lacey's excitement blossomed, she'd tasted Sandra before — in their previous steamy session — she was strong and spicy, her juices flavourful, but Eric was altogether something different. The scent...the taste...it was breathtaking. Her primal instincts screamed but one word: bull. That power, that dominance. It was intoxicating. It was everything her altered mind ever wanted.

Sandra's tongue wrapped around the base of his shaft, a trick she'd been practising by herself for a while — now it was time to try it out. Much to Eric's pleasure she was able to constrict around him while slowly drawing her tongue towards his flared head. To Eric it felt like he was already inside her, enjoying the pressure her flexible muscle exerted on his tender parts. There was a new surprise in store for him every damn time. It just gets better and better, doesn't it? Lacey watched the professional, hoping one day to please her bull as well as Sandra could.

The pair's fellatio only lasted so long, however, as Eric grunted heavily, near his peak. Lacey could feel his testicles pulse in her hands as they prepare to deliver their payload. Almost there...

“Gahhh," Eric cried as his release came. His penis jumping in Lacey and Sandra's hands, a pumping thick ropes of cum all over his mate's awaiting faces. They both giggled as he coated their fur with his seed.

There would be another round. All three of them knew he had plenty more stored away in his pendulous balls, just waiting to be free.

They climbed to their feet (or one should say: hooves), grooming each other. Lacey was the first to finish cleaning Eric's emissions off of Sandra, who then user her own tongue to lap up the globs of male cream from his second mate. The two females then turned to face their lover, ready for the main event. Their head-fur wet and matted in places, doing little to dampen their continued excitement.

“Pretty intense girls!"

Lacey's cheery smile and Sandra's thrilled expression only served to intensify his lust towards them. Sandra in particular...there was something odd about her today, there was some twinkle in her eye that Eric couldn't quite put his finger on. Her eyes were fixed on him with an intensity he rarely saw. What could it be?

“Hey, Sandra honey, you okay?" Eric asked, hoping to learn more about his mate's intriguing demeanour. At Eric's question Lacey tilted her head, and for a moment became worried that something was wrong. His concern would be short-lived, however, as her companion spoke up...

“I want calves."

“I...uh...what..."

Eric gawped at her. Dumbfounded. Did she just ask what I think she asked!?

“You heard me mister, this cow wants her belly filled with babies!"

Lacey stood aside and let Sandra approach her mate with her demands unmolested.

“Don't you think that's a bit rash? Honey?"

“Rash!? Are you serious? You think it's all gonna be sunshine and blowjobs? You have responsibilities to your herd. To me!"

She's right, Eric thought, I do have a duty. Sandra needs me to bring her the gift of new life. Right now it felt to the bull like nothing else in the world mattered. The realisation itself overrode any previous doubts he might've had about raising children again. Again? Yes...Tommy, he remembered the joy it brought both of them having a young child to brighten up their day. He'd give anything to feel the same way again.

Tommy was their son, but he was yesterday's news to Eric now. His thoughts were consumed with a desire to breed anew. A strong legacy of powerful hybrids; his animal side saw them as better — more important — than his weak and timid human offspring. A mental struggle brewed within him as a mess of conflicting emotions clouded his judgement.

A child...

A calf...

New blood for the herd...

...oh Sandra!

I...I...

“Tell me you want to have a child again."

Yes.

“Please...tell me."

Yes.

“I wanna have a baby. I wanna have a beautiful little boy or girl cow—"

Yes.

“A calf, sweetie. We'd be making our family bigger."

Yes!

“A bigger herd. We both want it to happen."

YES!

Eric — in a fit of passion — scooped up his lady into his arms, lifting the heavy cowgirl effortlessly upwards. Lacey looked on in awe. Eric's cock twitched as he began to harden again. As he stared into Sandra's eyes there was nothing but the purest of love between them. It was mesmerising to Lacey. The bull and his cow, posed like a groom carrying his bride. A bond rekindled.

Sandra was at a loss for words, and Eric spoke none at all. Nevertheless, she had her answer...

He wants it too!

Neither could wait to begin their baby-making proper, but each of them wished to draw out the pleasure — make it an unforgettable experience. No point pounding away in a fit of raw lust and climaxing too soon, is there? Slow and steady, let 'em beg for release.

Sandra — filled with joy at her mate's acceptance — lay giddy in his arms. To her surprise, Eric threw her up into the air, enough to shift his grip on her and lift her onto his shoulders. He rested her legs over his broad shoulder-line at the knee, leaving room for his head between her furry thighs. His hands held her up by the behind, grabbing handfuls of her ass to keep her elevated. Such strength! Her swollen labia now sat in front of the bull's muzzle. She could hazard a guess at what came next.

As Eric raised Sandra up, Lacey eagerly got back on all fours and crawled towards his bullhood. At the news of her herd-sister's demand, she grew ever more proud of being a part of this family. Sandra will be a mother! Oh my...will I be next?

Eric twirled around to find a better perch for his lovely lady wife, putting her back up against a tree trunk. He engulfed her lower lips, sucking and licking, driving Sandra wild. Lacey found herself nuzzling his cock and balls obediently, keeping him erect for her herd-sister.

Sandra felt a knot in her stomach. Not the uncomfortable type, but one that served to build up her eventual orgasm. She felt short of breath. Her shallow gasps raising in pitch as Eric stimulated her. The pleasure was unyielding. Eric nibbled her reddened flesh, shooting bolts of euphoria through her body, overloading her brain. There was no place for doubt, no place for second-guessing her desires. She wanted to have a calf, she'll have a calf.

Lacey drew in Eric's musky scent from between his legs like an addict. From her vantage point beneath them she raised her eyes and saw Eric mercilessly eating Sandra out. Wishing she was in her place for a second, Lacey returned to taking Eric's member into her mouth.

* * *

Where the hell are they?

Tommy had mere moments ago received a phone call from Carl at the Bovinex compound. Apparently the initial customers they sourced needed more...produce...and faster. Carl wanted to head down to the farm for a pick-up a day early, that being tomorrow. He needed to find his mother and Ms. Cain and tell them to prepare the next delivery.

Delivery...

Why'd he have to be reminded what they were selling, huh?

For fuck's sake, the one time I actually want to talk to them they've disappeared...

He'd already searched half the damn farm looking for the two cowgirls. The house, the barns, the silos, the...uh...'diary shed', all along the adjoining road that led back to civilisation — but no dice.

Today's a warm day. They might be in the forests.

His guess was a correct one, they hybrids were gathered in one of the border woods at the far end of the land. It took him quite a while to walk the distance from one end of the farm to the other, but he made it as the afternoon had halfway-transitioned to evening time. Getting closer, there were some strange noises. Muffled...unusual...

Oh no.

Don't tell me.

He found himself looking at a small clearing where his parents and, unforgettably, Ms. Cain were. And let me tell you, they weren't filing taxes!

Aww no...

Shamelessly fucking. All three of them.

Tommy hid, staying out of sight while he collected himself. I picked the wrong time to look for them.

No child ever wanted to walk in on their parents engaged in intimate activities. They also never wished to see more than two people at play, because that sounded an awful lot like an orgy. His parents really weren't the same, were they? Try as he might, Tommy could not rationalise his old mom and dad — before Bovinex, before any of this mess — ever acting so...hedonistic.

The worst part of it all was Ms. Cain. She was a stranger. He could — albeit begrudgingly — understand his parents letting loose their wild side, though he certainly didn't want to know such a thing existed. But, this woman was only here two weeks! And they've made her into some kind of...of...threesome partner!

Paradoxically Tommy was now torn between two severe emotional issues. Disgust/unease at discovering his parents' favourite 'pastime', and anger at Ms. Cain betraying his mom and dad's monogamy. She was the one who turned them into half-human, half-animal creatures. Where was the anger? The upset? Now they're perfectly okay with letting her join in their fucking!? Uhh, reality check: SHE FUCKED UP OUR LIVES FOR THE SAKE OF HER COMPANY'S PROFITS! Dear God...what have his parents become? Did they have any care left in the world to know what she'd done to them?

Sandra's enraptured cries made their way to the poor boy's ears before he had the good sense to cover them with his hands. This only got weirder, didn't it?

Think clean thoughts. Think normal thoughts. Get this shit outta my head...

...I need to get out of here before they see me...

* * *

None of the hybrids noticed Tommy come and go, the teenager's shocking revelation remained his alone. They were all too wrapped-up in their own lovemaking to realise they'd been spied on.

Sandra sensed her impending orgasm and shuddered, tipping Eric off to her approaching end. Time to shake things up.

Leaving her close to climaxing, Eric gently lowered her back down, nudging Lacey to move back with his hoof. Sandra slid down against his tight musculature, her pussy rubbing against his body, tingling. With a smirk Eric let go, dropping Sandra on top of Lacey.

A great “EEK" left her mouth as she collapsed onto Lacey, her back now lying against Ms. Cain's front, with the pair of them lying horizontally on the ground. Lacey — sensing an opportunity — brought her hands to Sandra's midsection, then above to her bosom and massaged her breasts, taking extra care to pinch and rub her puffy nipples. The unexpected stimulation from her herd-sister made Sandra issue forth another cute “eek!".

Eric took one step towards them, admiring his mates. Sandra squirmed under Lacey's embrace, who occasionally bit and nibbled her neck and shoulders in acts of intimate affection. He watched them writhe and moan amongst themselves. His view moved to between their hips — where he saw one pussy atop the other as Sandra's plump ass rested on Lacey's lower abdomen. Licking his lips, Eric descended to his knees and crawled over them.

Covering their bodies almost entirely, he drew Sandra in for a breath-stealing kiss, his own grubby cow-mitts assisting Lacey's with fondling her boobs. Not to play favourites, he took the time to give Ms. Cain a smooch, then righted himself, hand stroking his cock, preparing for entry.

Sandra wants calves, she'll get calves. Bringing his tip to her waiting entrance, he teased her relentlessly: dragging his member up-and-down her sensitive lips, exciting her labia. She gasped as he eased himself in. His size never ceased to amaze her, like it was always her first time to be stretched.

Thanks to Eric's dominating weight, Lacey was compressed between the earth and her fellow female. As Eric pushed his whole body down, penetrating Sandra, she was along for the ride. Dutifully she carried on caressing her herd-sister, attending to all the places Eric wasn't. Her hand even travelled to Sandra's throbbing clit, manipulating the delicate nerve cluster with her nimble fingers.

“Yes baby...oof...just like that," Sandra moaned. Her lover, her bull, her herd-leader, was once again inside her. Four long days of waiting, ended at last.

Eric's eighteen-plus inches drove her wild as he increased his pace. Lacey's touch was the cherry on top of an already wonderful fuck. Eric's hips bucked as he slammed against hers.

She found him reducing speed, and worried — not wanting to see it end. Eric removed himself from her with a liquid 'plop', his shaft now fully coated in her womanly juices. Again, he wanted both his girls to enjoy themselves.

“Mooh, time for Lacey to have a bit of fun."

Eric switched his target to the raw nether-lips beneath Sandra's, Lacey's breath shortening in anticipation. This would be her second time with him; judging by her reaction to the first she was in for a treat.

As he'd done minutes ago with Sandra, Eric entered Ms. Cain. Feeling her tightness, her warmth, her squeezing...

“Ah! Lacey, damn your a good...huff...lay–"

Her vaginal walls struggled to accept his enormity, resulting in a slight dull pain as he thrust. No matter, she'd get used to it soon. Though she knew Sandra would be the one to receive his second load, her body still craved the seed of a strong bull, and her pleasure responses were in accordance with such a physical desire.

Sandra glanced back, seeing the delight in her herd-sister's eyes as Eric ploughed her. It gladdened her to see their newest herd member feel such joy. Lacey grunted in time with Eric as his rigid flesh scraped her inner walls, bumping against her cervix on one or two occasions which — while uncomfortable — only reminded her further of a future with child-rearing. She desperately hoped she could use Sandra's pregnancy as an opportunity to ingratiate herself deeper into their lives, eventually — just maybe — being granted the same privilege of motherhood.

Eric continued to alternate between penetrating Sandra and Lacey, increasing the time their sex took. They loved it. Switching between their ravenous pussies helped to draw out their pleasure, slowing the progress towards orgasm, but enjoyable all the same.

This however, would not last. Eric was feeling close to cumming. His second blast of seed locked and loaded. And it was Sandra who demanded every last drop.

Leaving Lacey's passage for the last time (much to the cowgirl's chagrin). He found himself good purchase on Sandra's hips, gripping clumps of her tan/beige fur tightly, and forced himself into her starving depths.

“Ahh!" she screamed in delight.

Eric brought one hand to finish Lacey off, not forgetting about his dear second mate. Sliding two thick sausage-fingers into her special place, he fingered her, rubbing her clit with his thumb as his forefingers tickled her insides. His remaining digits teased her asshole, dancing above her sphincter muscle, getting close but never too close — maintaining a balance of titillation.

“Oh, MOO! Eric...this is it!" Sandra was fast approaching her peak.

“Me too!" Eric replied.

“Hah...me...hah...three!" Lacey added, out-of-breath.

Eric gritted his teeth and let out what sounded like a horse's whinny as he released a torrent of seed into her empty womb. An even bigger load than what he'd unleashed upon their adorable faces. It burst violently from the tip of his cock, coating Sandra's interior with waves upon waves of virile bull cream.

He pushed himself deeper, touching the edge of her cervix, filling the bovine beauty completely. Still spurting warm cum, his dick trying to force open the entrance to her womb with its flood, to ensure fertilisation. Sandra's body had other ideas though — with mighty strength it resisted his blasts, holding shut the jaws of her chamber, as if to chastise his horny bullhood. Wait and see, don't try to rush things mister!

Lacey soon followed her friend in orgasm. Spicy juices gushing as she came on his fingers. Both were shuddering with spikes of ecstasy coursing through their veins, Eric resting atop them for a moment before shifting. Seed dribbled down from Sandra's entrance to Lacey's burning lips, where (much to Lacey's unconscious disappointment) it avoided entering her and instead slid along the curve of her inner thighs, pooling on the ground in a tiny puddle.

Now was the time to get out from underneath her herd-sister. Lacey pushed Sandra off her. All three were at varying levels of exhaustion, each lying on the ground recovering from their lovemaking. Eric — located between the two girls — reached out to both of them and held their hands, running his thumb along each hand respectively.

“That...that was wonderful!" one of them said.

Don't I know it, he mused, immensely proud of his sexual prowess. Two lovers at once; there was nothing better.

Lacey — though by now thoroughly enamoured with the bovine lifestyle — had a few doubts nagging away at her. That pesky human side of her intelligence!

“Bit risky though...doing it out in the open. What if—"

“What if someone saw us?" Eric filled in the remainder of her query, “don't you worry your pretty little head 'bout it, nobody's seen us so far. Carl just wanders around out front loadin' the trucks when he's here, and Tommy spends all his time at the house. No-one's ever gonna walk in on us fucking." He smiled, believing himself to be a master of stealth. “If they do, they're gettin' a show to remember!"

He switched his attention to the other cowgirl, who was looking fairly bushed: “I think you need to lie down hun."

“Mooh," Sandra tiredly sighed. Eric's seed was still churning inside her, tiny swimmers navigating the depths of her womb, desperate to find an egg in the seminal mixture. Her lust had been steadily growing each time they made love, and nothing seemed to slow it. Now she knew why, it was as if she'd entered heat like an animal, an unceasing desire to be bred. She was glad it was over. A great weight had been lifted. She felt free at last.

Placing a hand on her belly, his warmth still emanating from within, Sandra wondered if she would be a mother again soon...

* * *

Lacey relaxed on the couch in the Reimond home, her body still experiencing the occasional tingle from earlier. Her ears listened for the tell-tale bubbling of the pot on the stove that Sandra had asked her to keep watch over. She was on kitchen duty today. Hooray!

This gave her time to think. Meditate — if you will — on her life here so far. She was fully a part of Eric and Sandra's life, part of their herd. That made her happy. And she hoped adding to said herd would make them all happier. However, she tended to see them care less and less about their actual son, which worried her. Was it because he's human? Will I be the same soon, not caring about anyone else but the herd?

Speaking of which, Tommy took that moment as his cue to enter the house, after going for a long walk to 'clear his head'.

He was lonely. She could tell. He was stressed. School probably. He was upset. Dealing with everything that had happened this year. There had to be a way of cheering him up, at least temporarily. Let him know his family — although different — still cared about him. She wanted him to know she cared, as strange as that sounded.

Maybe I should reach out. Who knows? He can't be feeling that bad, she told herself, this is probably not helped by the usual angst around his age.

His parents, pressure from school, and now me here acting like a weird aunt to him...

“Hey...um...Tommy."

“Yeah?"

“Would you like to have dinner in the house with us. I haven't seen much of you about and I think your mother would appreciate you taking the time to eat with us."

“I uh—"

“They miss you at mealtimes."

“I know." Tommy was ambivalent. On one hand, his parents' dress sense (or lack thereof) made such occasions incredibly confusing and embarrassing for the young man. On the other hand though, was Ms. Cain. So far she'd shown herself to be the most understanding hybrid he had interacted with, a fact that both his mother and father seemed to ignore wholesale.

All in all, the Reimonds' apparent abandonment of their parental duties pissed him off. But Tommy couldn't fully denounce them. He knew it was an ordeal going through the transformation, and could only imagine what sort of identity crises it brought on. No sense blaming their distant demeanour. They'd get over it, they'd have to. They weren't mindless animals.

Then again...he had witnessed the three of them taking part in what could only be described as very animal behaviour. Knowing his mom and dad and Ms. Cain fucked themselves senseless in a salacious bout of lovemaking, right out there in the open — where anyone, anyone at all — could've stumbled upon them...let's just say there was a certain level of shit he'd tolerate, and they did little to prevent that level from spilling over the threshold.

Working up the stomach to respond to Lacey's request, he finally spoke: “I...I will come to dinner. Tonight. It'd be good to be together at least once in a while."

“Moo! That's great Tommy!"

Before she could continue he raised his hand. “Please, for the love of God, tell them to at least cover their junk...hell, hide 'em behind tablecloths, bottles of wine, potted plants for all the fucks I give!"

“Tommy..." Lacey had never heard the teenager swear before. Okay, maybe a few 'shits' and 'craps' and 'damns' but nothing too harsh. This is really eating away at him isn't it?

“Ah fuck — I mean, sorry. I'll go. Apologies for cursing."

“That's okay."

Your parents might not show it, but I'm sure they'll appreciate the gesture...

...I think.

* * *

The clatter of cutlery animated the Reimond household's dining room as all members of the family settled in for a meal, with one extra person (Lacey) present. Their son's voice was a sound long-absent from the room, something Eric and Sandra did consider — but to them it seemed of little importance. Children of another sort were on their minds.

Tommy was glad Lacey was there, she kept up a conversation with him as his parents devoured their food in messy silence. And hey, it was potato stew with steamed cabbage, his least-hated vegetarian dish (surprisingly). Lacey must have pressed for cooking it as a gesture of goodwill. She was alright. He hoped she stayed this way.

Unlike his parents...

And of course they didn't accept his plea of modesty! That's par for the course at this point. Nothing Tommy would ever say or do could dissuade them from their bovine ways. Kudos to Lacey — who at least had the common decency to wear a fabric wrap around her top, and a couple of towels fashioned into a loincloth. It didn't leave much to the imagination, but it did the job. Finally, he thought, someone who actually listens to me.

He realised he was taking a shine to her, like a step-aunt or something. Maybe she isn't so bad, he told himself. Maybe he overreacted when he felt betrayal upon seeing her take part in...err...ahem...never mind. He didn't think she proposed the idea at the very least.

Maybe it was just the fact he could look at her without seeing every furry nook and cranny on display.

“So Tommy, you have exams coming up right?"

“Yeah." At least she's having a conversation with me. “Our end-of-year exams are in a few weeks."

“Are you nervous?"

“Uhm...a little bit," he lied, he was a lot more concerned about his academic performance than he let on.

“Hey," Lacey extended an arm and placed a hand on his shoulder, “you'll do fine. You're a smart kid."

“Ooh yeah!" Sandra interjected with a mouthful of food, “he knows how to do all sorts of smart stuff. Like, uhh, what's that thing with the wires and the electric shocks."

“Physics. My coursework project on electricity."

“Moo! Yeah! That's really cool, and a lot of work. I'm proud of you sweetie."

Returning to Lacey, he whispered: “are you as bad as she is?"

Ms. Cain knew exactly what he meant. Frank had told her the transformation process affected the human mind, but was never sure of the extent. Did the Reimonds end up forgetting chunks of their human knowledge, or was it just a change in priorities? Maybe if they sat down and concentrated, they wouldn't sound so...dumb...running a herd wasn't quite a profession that required degree-level thinking after all. Maybe they were just lax...

“No...I don't know," she answered.

“Hmm," Tommy said, “well, Nick and I—"

“Who?"

“Right. My friend Nick. We take the same bus and share most of the same classes."

“Oh okay," Lacey was relieved slightly. Hey, least he has human contact outside of this place.

“We—"

“You do good in school son," Eric said, his deep masculine voice boomed even when he spoke softly. “You're a good kid."

Gee thanks, not good enough to have you NOT strut about the place naked though...do I have to chew grass and 'moo' like a fucking animal to get that kinda respect!?

Tommy's inner monologue grew progressively angrier as the night went on. Lacey did pick up on a few points of contention during their conversation, but still thought spending time with his parents at dinner would help him cope. Help him adjust. Time will tell.

“So, um, like I said earlier, Carl rang about moving the collection date."

“Oh," Sandra's ears perked up at the reminder, “so he wants to pick up our milk a day early from now on yeah?"

Please don't call it 'our' milk, for fuck's sake. Please let me forget that one, tiny, itty-bitty fact...

“Yes," Lacey replied.

“Seeing as you're here, herd-sis, we can make more sooner," Sandra offered an explanation for Carl's change in schedule. Tommy coughed and cleared his throat, which Lacey interpreted as a subtle signal to change the direction of the conversation.

Eric entered the chat again: “If you need to take a drink, go ahead and get one from the kitchen."

“No, no I'm fine."

“You aren't. I can see it in your eyes...I know our new look is tough on you, but it's been a fair few months like this. If you aren't over that now, well you're outta luck. Better get used to it."

“No I...I'm okay with that."

“Oh," Eric raised an eyebrow, “so what's the issue then?"

“Nothing," his eyes angled downwards, avoiding everyone's gaze.

“It's not nothing young man. Spill it."

“No. It's alright."

“You need to talk to your parents Tommy." Lacey gave his shoulder a slight squeeze as she spoke.

“Listen. Just fucking drop it okay!" he exclaimed. You don't want me telling my mom to shut up about her stupid milking hobby.

“Moo!" Eric slammed his hand down on the table with an almighty crack. Everyone jumped, as did the tableware. “Tommy, you do not swear in this house."

Oh fuck off.

He continued: “you do not swear to me, your mother, and especially not to anyone who's a guest here!" He pointed to Ms. Cain, who retained a look of actual concern towards Tommy.

“Apologise."

“I'm sorry. Dad."

“Moo, apology accepted. Now let's get back to dinner."

The rest of the meal went quietly. Lacey kept her mouth shut, not wanting to lead into any more family arguments. Tommy knew better than to make a snide remark or curse again. Sandra was a tiny bit upset at her son and husband for their spat, and Eric did his best to push the whole event out of mind.

Afterwards, once Tommy's parents had cleaned up and left the table — no doubt to frolic somewhere in the fields (hopefully that just meant find somewhere to sleep for the night beneath the stars, not...the other thing) — Lacey sat back down beside him.

She felt like shit. This was her idea to get them to interact, and it backfired. Just what their son needed to get closer to his parents: an argument. Great work Lacey, got any more cunning plans in that thick skull of yours?

“Tommy. I didn't mean for the evening to end quite like that."

“I know, Ms. Cain," he took a moment to breathe, before speaking back up. “These past few months have made me less of a scared kid, like the one you saw when you first met my parents. I can handle a verbal tiff with my dad. It's just that...I'm not keen on being around them. It tends to piss me off."

“I could see that," she smiled.

He leaned over to her and spoke in a low, hushed tone. “I'll let you in on a secret, Ms. Cain. As soon as I'm done with school, I am outta here. Across the state, across the country if I feel like it. Never looking back."

Concern washed over Lacey at this revelation. She felt awful, one of her surrogate family members was hurting, she could see it plain as day.

Tommy had really grown to resent his parents and his situation, hadn't he?

“As far as I'm concerned, my mom and dad died during your experiments. Those animals you've been takin' care of...don't know what they are, don't care. You understand?"

She nodded her head, speechless. She knew better than to try to say anything...there was nothing she really could say. Who was she anyway? An 'animal' — just like the others — who'd shown up on his doorstep two weeks ago. Lacey knew he wasn't in the mood for an attempt at therapy. Not least from one of the creatures giving him so much grief.

“Good. Not a word of this chat to anyone, yeah?"