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It had been a few months since he'd last heard from his friend Lucas, and Emery was beginning to worry. It wasn't unusual for the two farmhands to occasionally drift apart for long periods of time as they worked on whatever farm needed their assistance. Many were so far in the countryside that they had no internet, and often not even phones. Still, typically the men made sure to talk to each other occasionally, like on birthdays, or that time when Lucas and his wife had divorced. Emery and his girlfriend had been steady for a while, though, and that'd been hard for Lucas to look at or hear about before his own wounds had even scarred over.

But it'd been a while since that. Sometime after their divorce, Lucas had told him that he would head to work at a very distant farm for some unknown period of time just to stay away from society for a while. Typically, those stints only lasted a few months; planting season and harvest season were the big ones. But now, it'd been too long. Those months passed, and then a few more, and Lucas was still missing.

“I'm sure he's just fine, dear. Maybe living in the countryside with a new wife of his own," Mila consoled him when he told her about his worries. “He did want to get away, didn't he?"

“Yeah, and I could see that, but he'd at least send a letter. We were close, you know," Emery sighed, hugging her tightly. “I want to go find him."

“I mean, a drive to a farm?" she asked. “That doesn't sound all that bad. Where else would you check?"

Emery shook his head. “No, just the farm, really. If he wandered off into the wilderness from there, nobody's ever gonna find him."

Mila smiled, brushing her fingers through Emery's long, brown mane of hair. He always took such good care of it, and it was one of the physical features she loved the most about him. “Well, we could make a little vacation out of it, couldn't we? Check in at a hotel… if they have any that far out in the sticks."

Emery glanced at his phone. “Well, it says here that the farm itself has lodging for visitors."

“Ooh! I bet that'd be cute as heck. Farmhouse living for a day or two," Mila nearly squealed. She'd always liked rustic, rural getaways, even though in the end she preferred living in the city. “Let's do it. And if you're lucky you'll find your friend too."

That, and she secretly hoped that her boyfriend would learn a little something from the rugged and resilient kind of people who lived out in the countryside. Sure, sure, Emery was a farmhand too, but he lived in the city. Urban farms were different. Maybe watching the horses would give him some ideas. It wasn't' that she didn't love him – she did, and dearly so – but their initially passionate lovemaking had lost some steam over the years, as had his previously burning desire to rut her like an animal. A little vacation could do wonders to bring that back, Mila thought to herself.

And if not, it'd still be a nice micro-vacation. If there was one true constant in life, it was that one had to take every opportunity to disconnect and decompress. Long gone were the days of a weekend spent purely relaxing. Work, even light work like hers, kept creeping in every waking moment through business emails and everything else. Mila was almost tempted to leave her phone behind when they packed their stuff, but the farm had no reception anyway, did it? That meant she'd at most end up taking scenic photos of beautiful rural nature.

Maybe one day in the future, when the two of them finally retired, she'd be able to stop constantly worrying about her business. Not having to worry seemed like such a blessing in this day and age.

Either way, however it was to be, Emery and Mila got in their car and set off for a long drive towards the farm. Once past the city limits, the environment outside grew more natural and wild, but at the same time, more samey. While Emery drove – as he usually did – Mila stared out of the window, letting the passing landscapes and forests lull her to sleep.

By the time she woke up, the sun had already set, and they were approaching a farm on a bumpy road of dirt and gravel.

“Welcome back to the world of the waking, my queen. Just in time to check in and go to sleep," Emery commented with a not-so-subtle hint of mockery in his voice. Then again, he hadn't woken her up, either.

“Yeah, thanks. Wow-“ Mila squeaked as she bounced in her seat, held down only by the seatbelts. “They sure don't maintain these roads a lot, do they?"

Emery's grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Nope. We passed some kind of depot earlier; I think the only people to drive this far are the farm owner… probably in a tractor… and us. Or other visitors, who don't pay for road maintenance.

“W-what a w-weird s-system," Mila stuttered as the car rattled. “L-like they don't w-want people near the f-f-farm."

“Yeah, but then why have a bed and breakfast?" Emery asked, and it was a question Mila didn't have any kind of answer to, nor even a guess.

Regardless, the two stumbled out of the car after many hours of sitting down and were greeted by a rather jovial farmer. He looked like a living stereotype. The kind of person you'd put on a milk carton to ensure that the customer believed it was from happy, free-roaming cows.

“Weird time of the year for a vacation, but you're welcome either way! If you'd come during summer, it'd be a bit less muddy!" he laughed.

“Well, we're not exactly on a vacation," Emery replied, but Mila cut him off.

“We'll ask tomorrow," she whispered. “When we're all energized again, alright?"

Emery nodded. It wasn't as if it made much of a difference. If Lucas was here, he'd still be here tomorrow. The farm owner was happy to guide them to a room, which turned out to be little more than a single room on the upper floor of the building, and a promise of breakfast.

“Oh, don't y'all worry about paying just now. We can do that tomorrow," the owner laughed when Emery pulled out a couple of bills. “I'll show you around too, yeah? I have a pretty good feel who you might be looking for."

They hadn't actually told him they were looking for anyone, but it felt as if they had.

With that, he left the couple on their own for the night. Mila was already excitedly going around the room, poking at half the thing the things and admiring the rest. “What's this thing? Is it literally a cuckoo clock?" she giggled, poking a heavy, ornate wooden box that featured a clock face.

“Looks like it. My grandparents had one, too. Though it didn't work," Emery smiled. Already, being free from immediate responsibilities had the two a lot more relaxed than usual. At home, or on business, they'd both be a little grumpy this late in the evening, and already stressing about tomorrow's work.

Instead, Mila in particular seemed very excited about “plain living" for a day, hopefully two. The view from the window was almost haunting; nothing but dark forest and a fallow field, with one single source of light far in the distance. The blinking red light of a distant radio tower, the signal of which struggled to reach this far.

“I love this already," she grinned. “When are we buying a farm of our own? I mean, we could roleplay cowboys and… cows," Mila suggested, with a playful wink and a nibble of her lip. She had always had a build that'd make it easy, with wide hips and a rather generous chest, in polite language. Of course, as far as personality went, she was the opposite of a cow, for who had ever seen one nervous?

“Maybe tomorrow, honey," Emery chuckled. He was already taking his clothes off and preparing the bed for the night. It was the kind of old-timey bed that would swallow you up. Maybe not the best for your back, but plenty sufficient for one night, and seductive. “I'm pretty tired after all that driving."

That was the attitude that had started wearing on Mila. When in this mood, she wanted to get ravaged, and while she did understand that even men had their “off times", it felt like that was all Emery had, these days. But a few nights of total relaxation should help recharge those batteries. Either that, or she'd have him get some Viagra when they got home and to do his duty anyway, because as far as Mila was concerned, she needed a good cock in her. She was already buzzing with energy, which might make sleeping a little difficult, not to mention the long nap she'd had on the drive.

Obligingly, she did try. Mila snuggled up with Emery in the bed, under a blanket so heavy with down that it might as well have been a modern weighted blanket, and to her surprise she was soon drifting off in the almost perfect silence of the farmhouse. Gone were the noises of their city home; the hum of cars passing through, the constant flow of the highway further away, the airplanes above and the natural never-sleeping bustle of a big city. It was almost like a load taken off her shoulders, her mind, the absence of a stressor that she hadn't even noticed was there until now. With that feeling of lightness, she was asleep even before Emery.

Upon waking up, the farm owner had already served breakfast for his two and only visitors.

“What?" he grinned, as Emery and Mila meandered down the stairs, tired and bleary-eyed. “I figured I ain't got much to do in fall anyway. Harvest's all done, there's just a small outbuilding I gotta patch up… and the cows mostly take care of themselves. So, breakfast. Dig in."

The hospitality was amazing for how relatively little the room cost. Every ingredient seemed almost artisan, or if not artisan, then bespoke. The bread was freshly baked and consisted of the farmer's own wheat. The little chunks of preserved pork were from a pig he'd slaughtered in late summer. And most of all, the milk was cold and fresh and full in a way that neither of them had ever tasted.

“Holy crap," Mila exclaimed after tasting it. “What kind of cows do you have? They must be like…" she gestured vaguely with her hands. She had no idea what she was talking about vaguely remember some kind of special beef. “Japanese, beer-fed…?"

“Just some regular cows who volunteered, so they all like their jobs. I'll show you in just a bit," the farmer smiled warmly. “That's the trick, really. A happy cow makes tasty milk."

It seemed plausible enough, and both Mila and Emery reasoned that it was only natural that a cow would “volunteer" to get milked. Of course, when the time came for the tour – and the three of them entered the barn itself – they realized that the farmer had been telling the literal truth rather than merely a figurative one.

Around the barn, cows were in milking contraptions. Only they weren't cow cows, they were humanoid. Curvy enough that their heavy breasts were impossible to ignore_,_ maybe, and with the blunt muzzles of cows and short black and white fuzz covering their bodies, but with very human expressions of pleasure as they were slowly milked. All were bent over comfortable-looking milking stands, some in stalls facing inwards and a few others scattered about on the main floor of the barn, and each of them was also completely naked.

“What… what am I looking at?" Mila managed to ask.

“Hucows!" the farmer smiled. “Well, more cow than human at this point. It happens over time. A little "

“Like, mutants? Or is this a totally different species of- are they even real?" Emery interjected.

“Somewhat transformed humans. All very voluntary, of course. Isn't that right, Annabelle?" the farmer chuckled as he walked over to the nearest cow and squeezed its – her – rump. The cow gave a happy, moaning moo while the pumps on her chest continued doing their thing, drawing out gushes of rich, white milk.

Mila wasn't sure how to feel. On one hand, the cows looked happy indeed. On the other, her mind could scarcely process what she was seeing at all. She'd never heard of hucows existing, nor was she sure if she should be retching at the thought of drinking their milk. Eventually, she chose to refrain from judgement until she knew more, and until she could look at the cows without that splitting, jarring sensation behind her eyes. It was difficult to even accept it was possible.

Emery raised a hand to ask something, but he was interrupted by the farmer.

“Oh, here comes that friend you were asking about," he laughed.

What he gestured towards wasn't a human at all. It was an anthropomorphic chestnut horse – not a bull, strangely, but that was the least of their questions at that point – who wandered in with a dazed look on his unusually expressive face. That was where Emery's attention was drawn as he tried to figure out if the farmer was taking him for a ride, or not. Mila, lacking any connection to Lucas, instead found herself fixating on the horse's perfectly sculpted abs, and beneath them, a sheath, surrounded by a rich tuft of hair. With a massive-looking horse-cock jutting out stiffly. He was huge, and for some unfathomable reason, despite the equine look of his shaft with pink and black splotches and a flared heat, Mila found him incredibly hot.

Maybe it was just his deeply masculine, familiar physique combined with the aesthetics of a horse, which she'd always liked. Before she got her life-consuming job, Mila had been a bit of a horse girl, a regular at the local stables, and had even won a bronze trophy in Junior Dressage. And yes, she'd seen plenty of horsecocks – the dumb animals got aroused at anything and everything, just like human men – and while they might've left her tingly, she'd never really been attracted to the rest of the animal form. This specimen though, with the perfect blend of human and animal, left her knees weak.

“I think it might actually be him," Emery said, perhaps having recognized something in his eyes, or maybe in the way he moved. Or the faded outlines of a tattoo of what looked to be casino chips on his left arm. But “Lucas", assuming it was him, didn't care. He continued towards the stalls of “cows".

“What happened to him?" Emery demand, his voice rising for the first time. “What happened to my friend?"

“Easy now, partner. We got a whole contract right here," the farmer replied in his deepest rural drawl. “Your friend wanted the simple life. I told him how he could get it. And he's having a grand old time, it looks like to me."

“How could he be? He doesn't even recognize me!" Emery exclaimed. “He's braindead at best and a mutated half-horse horror show at that!"

The farmer raised an eyebrow, just in time for the group to hear a loud, eerily human moo from the stalls. “Hey, the cows like him. Isn't that what counts? Not everyone's cut out for thinking. And even out of those who are-"

Emery spun around and looked at whatever Mila was already transfixed by.

“-well, not everyone can bear that burden," the farmer laughed. “Just look at him go, helping our cows do their job!"

The sight was obscene. Emery quickly averted his eyes – though not without a pang of jealousy – as his changed friend sunk his heavy, flared cock into the first of the cows, each lined up and moan-mooing in anticipation for that beautiful piece of meat. And perhaps, for the seed that'd ensure they remained as productive as ever. The first one was already visibly pregnant, but that didn't stop Lucas from rutting her with bestial glee, snorting and whinnying as his strong, perfectly sculpted hips pounded against her. Mila shivered, feeling a far too familiar damp warmth building inside herself as she watched. Though she felt guilty for thinking it, she couldn't help being wowed by the sheer raw strength of the horse-stud. The way he took what he wanted, sliding into his cows without a moment of hesitation, and with the single-minded focus of filling her with cum.

The fact that he was so adorably vocal about it made it all even hotter to watch. Emery was almost always perfectly quiet when they had sex.

“Can't deny it, can you? You're free to stay a while if you want to. You know, explore the farm, take in the sights, maybe try to talk to your friend when he goes to rest. I don't think you'll get through to him, but you can be happy that he's happy, eh?"

It wasn't exactly what Emery was worried about. He was thinking about the situation more in terms of consent. Had Lucas really signed a contract? Well, the farmer had shown him one, but it could've been a fake. Not to mention this whole thing with the horse could be an elaborate scam. Humans didn't usually transform into breeding stud horses, but then again, anthropomorphic animals didn't usually exist either.

Once again, they were distracted by Lucas nickering and whinnying as he gave a few last thrusts and then hilted inside his cow – groaning quietly as he held himself inside her – while Mila watched the base of his cock twitch and pulse to a heavy rhythm. She could scarcely imagine how the cow must've felt. How much heat flooded into her with each throb; she'd seen horses orgasm before, and it was plentiful.

After that, he moved on to the next, and Emery and Mila retreated to their room to discuss what they'd just witnessed, well, bar for the fact that Emery felt jealous of Lucas, and that Mila likewise for the cows with such a vigorous lover. It was all perverted and entirely unwanted jealousy, though, more instinct than the result of any conscious process.

“Okay, so…" Mila began. “I guess we could accept that this guy somehow transforms humans into livestock. Consensually?"

“Well, it doesn't seem like any of them are protesting, at least," Emery noted. “But god, Lucas didn't even recognize me. Like he had no interest in anything except the… uh, cows."

He couldn't, just like many other men, deny the appeal of having his own harem of curvy women begging for his cock, even if – or perhaps especially if – they looked like cow-human hybrids. Nor could he get the thought of their enormous, milky breasts swinging with each thrust out of his head.

“But I'm going to go down and see if I can't get through to him once he's, you know, done," Emery suggested. “And then it's you time."

It was meant to be a vacation alongside the more pressing matters, after all.

“Sounds like a plan to me," Mila smiled. She let herself fall onto the heavy bed. It was still morning, but every time of day was a good time for a nap when on vacation. Additional, shameless, indulgent sleep was a luxury, these days. And to think that as a kid she'd always wondered why her parents wasted time doing it. Mila giggled to herself quietly while Emery fetched some coffee for them both.

They both found themselves constantly feeling that ingrained urge to check their phones for any updates, but without reception, there was nothing to see. It imparted a sense of stillness, or perhaps even peace, but also a frustrated fidgeting as they thought about the kind of events they might be missing. While they'd left busy modern life behind for a day or two, that life hadn't yet let go of them.

After having their second round of coffee, Emery and Mila focused on their respective tasks; a revitalizing nap for her, and a conversation with Lucas for him. At least, that was what he told himself that his plan was. But while Mila successfully fell asleep in less than a minute, Emery's thoughts were, again and again, drawn to the thought of the rows of stalls and eagerly awaiting cow-pussies. They looked perfectly human. Hell, they were human, other than some features like the tails, he argued, trying to naturally arrive at a decision that he'd already made.

As he had anticipated, Lucas wasn't there any longer, having finished his duties with maybe half a dozen of the anthropomorphic cows. Emery stood there for a moment, watching them idly getting milked with the occasional moo. It was strange, they were so humanlike that he wouldn't be surprised at all if they talked, but none did. They seemed perfectly happy simply existing in a state of tranquility that would've made everyone jealous. Well, tranquility and sex. The ones Lucas had served were still leaking with his cum.

He glanced around. Nobody except him and the cows.

Quietly, his cheeks burning with a mixture of shame and lust, he moved up behind the closest cow. She mooed happily at receiving attention from a male, even if Emery wasn't quite as big as their usual stud was.

It's not cheating if they aren't even human, Emery continued his internal argument. And Mila probably wouldn't even mind anyway…

The sign above this stall stated the cow's name as Heather, and Heather made no effort to move away, protest, or even to hide her visibly moistening, puffy slit. If anything, she seemed to only get wetter the longer Emery waited behind her. At this point it'd just be impolite if you didn't.

And so, he did. Emery quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and let them fall by his ankles. He was already rock hard, staring at the busty cow and her welcoming pussy. She smelled wonderful, like wildflowers and lust, and the sight of languidly waiting to get fucked somehow just drove Emery wild.

He placed his cock just at her entrance, shuddering impulsively at the feeling of that slick heat against is glans. “Are you sure you want this?" he asked, as if the cows could – or would – talk. “Last chance before I make you a good pregnant cow."

Emery almost choked on the last few words. Where had they even come from? He never talked like that. Something about the whole situation just made him feel so very liberated and uninhibited. Yet, what he was about to do felt like a bad idea. Unfortunately for Emery, his cock disagreed; with an instinctive buck of his hips, he slid deep into “Heather's" early awaiting snatch. The heat seemed to engulf not only his rock-hard cock, but all of him. The instant her inner muscles gripped his cock tightly, it was like a weight fell off his shoulders. A perfect, thoughtless bliss settled over him, and he moaned, sounding just as happy as the cow in front of him.

In that moment, Emery understood exactly why Lucas had chosen this life. It was as if all worries and all hesitant, anxious, or stressful thoughts were massaged out of him by the wondrous tightness of the cow's pussy. In a few seconds he was already thrusting into her, eager for more, and more was exactly what he was going to get. With each thrust, it was as if another thought was knocked loose in his head and fluttered away somewhere, leaving him to focus entirely on the heavenly squeezing around his cock, the happy mooing of the cow, the wet squelching of each thrust and his own impulsive vocalizations sounding increasingly like the whinnying of a horse in rut.

He felt slow, dumb, and wonderful. And big. He felt like his cock was twice its usual size inside Heather, and his whole world centered around that sensation. He was just a cock, a primordial stud, a male with only one pleasurable purpose: to breed his cow.

He fucked her as if in a trance, like an animal or even a machine, hips pistoning at steady but ever-increasing speed. Without much in the way of thought, it all blurred together, though. Time stopped really existing for Emery and his cow until he suddenly reached his peak. He hilted inside his borrowed cow, snorting and groaning as pleasure wracked his body, pumping his seed into her. Perhaps it wasn't as much as a stallion would've given, but the cow seemed ecstatic regardless, clenching and squeezing eagerly around him, reciprocating each climactic throb.

Only slowly did Emery's mental faculties return after his orgasm. He felt as if stuck in a languid but rather pleasant haze, a sluggishness both mental and physical. As he pulled out of the cow's pussy, he couldn't help but gasp, though; his cock was noticeably bigger than before. At least an inch, and it was thicker, too. Somehow, it didn't worry him at all, not the way it normally might have.

Emery had to fight his mind to pull up his pants and head back to Mila, forgetting about Lucas entirely, rather than moving on to the next cow like his instincts demanded he do. It was difficult to even remember why they'd come here at all, if it wasn't to fuck. And while he wasn't looking, those new changes got worse; having partaken of the life of a breeding stud once, his body was already changing, adapting to perform better at it. Slowly, his cock swelled into a more equine appearance while the rest of his body grew stronger and firmer, more distinctly masculine, at the cost of his mind. Not fully, not yet, but headed towards that inevitable direction.

He found Mila naked in bed, reading one of the books she'd brought along. She'd insisted on physical paper books, which Emery had found cute. But right now, that cuteness didn't register in the slightest. His attention was fully drawn to the fact that she was naked, leisurely sprawled over the bed with her legs naturally spread, just enough to let him catch a glimpse of the dampness of her perfectly sculpted sex.

He surprised them both by immediately climbing between her legs, knocking the book out of her hands, and fucking her until she came loudly, before he filled her, too – his own cow – with his sperm. The entire encounter took less than five minutes, but it left them both, Mila in particular, panting with exertion.

“Jeez, what's gotten into you?" she asked a dazed, playful voice. “Not that I'm complaining, that was a-maze-ing," Mila intoned.

It was exactly the kind of thing she'd hoped he'd do more often. But orgasm or not, she had noticed that he left her aching, and a quick glance at his cock made her heart skip a beat. He looked like a horse down there. Just like Lucas had. Only nothing else had changed on his body yet.

“Wait, what happened to you?" she asked, and that was the first time that Emery himself noticed the changes. He blanched and stuttered out a nonverbal reply that wasn't much of anything.

“Um, I- uh, the farm- don't know," he tried again. Of course, he knew perfectly well.

“You didn't touch anything or at anything down there, did you?" she speculated, before realizing another possibility. “You didn't fuck one of the cows downstairs when trying to talk to Lucas, did you?" she added, in a questioning tone. She was possessive enough to dislike the idea of Emery with anyone else, but at the same time, she had just had the best sex of her life, and was still shivering with the aftershocks, so she couldn't be too upset.

Realizing that he had been figured out, Emery had to admit the truth. “I just couldn't resist, Mila, I'm sorry," he sighed. “There's something weird about them."

Mila knew that she should've been angry. And to a degree, she was angry indeed. Emery was right, though, there was something odd about the farm, like how she had felt rather drawn to Lucas. At the same time, though, she wasn't an idiot thinking with her cock – perhaps owing to not having one – like her boyfriend.

On the other hand, him being a horny brute with a huge horse-cock was an exciting thought. It was a naughty chance to finally get the kind of sex she wanted and deserved. She could really have a proper stud to fuck her brains out, rather than the nice but mild-mannered man Emery had grown into.

It was a stupid, risky idea that she really shouldn't have entertained, but then again, despite what Mila thought, she wasn't immune to making bad decisions fueled entirely by her rather high sex drive.

“I want to watch," she stated, and Emery's eyes went wide.

“W-watch what?" he asked, visibly bewildered. And yet, his cock twitched.

“If you're going to cheat on me with some dumb cow, I want to watch you fuck her. Right now," Mila demanded.

“Um, I uh, I don't know if that's a good idea," Emery stuttered. “When I did it… made me feel really weird. Like, slow and dumb," he continued, trying to explain it.

Was that why he'd pounced on her so eagerly, then? If so, maybe her beloved partner needed to be a little dumber. She had always been the brains of the relationship, anyway. “Mm, but I really would want to see it," she goaded, dropping her voice a couple of octaves and stepping closer to Emery. If one session had changed him this much, after the second she might have a handsome horse-stud of her own to play with, and the fantasy had already reinvigorated her sex drive in spite of her recent massive orgasm.

“I'd really like to see you step up behind one of those slutty cows," she murmured, tracing her fingers down Emery's bare chest. “And mount them like a stud, fucking them just like you fucked me just now… until that sexy horsecock of yours twitches and throbs and you breed them like the livestock they are."

Hearing her say that, effectively, pushed all the blood that'd managed to reach Emery's brain again back into his oversized cock, which twitched back to life, swelling harder and bigger with each heartbeat. He felt Mila's fingers run down that length, caressing him as softly as she could. “That's more like it. Come on, be a good and horny stud for me, now. I want to watch you breed those stupid cows."

She also wanted to see if he'd transform into anything even hornier, dumber, and sexier, but she left that part unsaid for the time being.

Mila headed downstairs, keeping an eye out for the farm's owner. The old cowboy probably wouldn't approve of them borrowing his cows even if they'd paid for a room. Somehow, it didn't seem like the kind of service that was included. The floor creaked, but thankfully neither stud nor owner were anywhere to be seen, and Mila quickly guided Emery back to the cows, tugging him along by his massively erect cock. Fully hard, he was big enough that Mila was worried she might not even be able to take him, but certainly it looked and felt impressive enough.

She was nothing if not determined, though. Some warm-up and a little stretching would solve any issues. These cows, on the other hand, had no such trouble. They were made for this, after all, with pussies deep and wet enough to accommodate any bull, or in this case, stallion. Probably needing one.

“Alright, Em, show me how you do it," Mila purred, standing beside one of the stalls, with the cow's rump eagerly presented as always.

Silently, she also said her goodbyes to the old, gentle Emery. Assuming that her theory was correct, she'd have a much more vigorous lover soon. But she'd enjoy every moment of this long, passionate farewell.

“A-are you sure?" he asked, already staring at the perfectly sculpted puffy vulva in front of his cock. “Really, it uh… makes it so hard to think."

“Mhm. Wouldn't you love to see one of these cows all swollen with your foal? The pride of knowing your cock did that, helped them be the milkiest, happiest cow they could," Mila continued, laying it on even thicker. She swiped a finger along the cow's dripping folds and then smeared that wetness over the blunt crown of her boyfriend's cock. “Not to mention you'd just get to fuck them. Again and again. With no worries at all. And then you'd get to fuck me, too…"

Mila grasped his cock tightly and rubbed the tip of it against the cow's outer lips. The cow in turn mooed with pleasure at even that slightest touch.

“I- mmh, fuck," Emery groaned. He didn't move, perhaps sensing the danger he was in. But he didn't pull away either. He was entranced, spellbound by the feminine heat already soaking into his cock. “-you sure?"

“Yes," Mila hissed. She was rubbing her legs together watching her boyfriend fight his instincts, and the crotch of her jeans was visibly soaked already. “Do it!"

She gave Emery a firm push, and he finally gave in, letting her decide what was to happen. And sure enough, as his cock slipped into the ecstatically mooing curvy cow, his expression went blank. Emery's jaw slackened like a drug addict getting his fix, a blissful smile slowly forming beneath lust-glazed eyes. He gave an eerily equine nicker of pleasure as he properly mounted his mare-cow.

“That's it. Fuck her!" Mila goaded him, watching as his strong hips worked their magic, rutting into her, his body thumping against her round cheeks with bestial force. “Fuck her!"

Her hands had slipped under her shirt already, and into her pants. She'd been wet before, but watching this was like the best, most personal porn ever. Already she could tell that short brown fur was spreading over Emery's body. His muscles seemed to swell and grow each time they flexed to drive himself into his breeding cow, and even his hair was growing into a proper equine mane. The strangest part was how his face slowly, seemingly painfully, stretched into a muzzle, but Emery didn't' seem to mind. The vacant, determined look in his eyes remained, disrupted only by pleasured grunts and groans.

His balls were almost the size of… Mila had no real point of reference. Plums? They were huge. She couldn't want to take a turn with her new stud. Maybe she'd have to feed him too, but the sex would be fucking amazing. She tweaked and rubbed her clit, freely leaking her juices into her panties as she watched her boyfriend, her beloved partner, fuck his thoughts away.

Mila's other hand quickly found itself on his balls, feeling them almost quiver in her palm, and then quickly begin to tighten against his body. She gasped, pressing a finger to the underside of Emery's flared cock, too. She wanted to feel the gallons of stallon-cum rush into his newest cow.

She didn't have to wait long. Though visibly deep in the throes of base, animal pleasure, the new Emery didn't actually fuck for pleasure, but out of duty and instinct. And that meant he didn't hold back. Soon he was kicking, bucking, snorting as his orgasm approached, almost entirely nonverbal. With a nicker, he thrust into her so hard that he made the entire stall shake with the force of his desire, and came.

Mila stared with wide-open eyes, watching his cock throb heavily. One, two, three jerking pulses. And he kept going. She felt thick ropes of his cum rush up his cock and erupt into the cow. It was beautiful, almost sublime, the very natural conclusion of their mating – that'd inevitably leave the cow pregnant – and the pleasure that they both visibly felt, whinnying and mooing with mindless, animalistic ecstasy for several minutes, before growing still again, leaving their heavy panting and the whirring of the milking pumps as the only sounds in the barn.

“That was a wonderful show," Mila intoned. “Now, how about we go home? I have another pussy I want you to fuck, just like that…"

Emery looked at her, with barely even a spark of recognition in his equine eyes. Oh, that part might be a little sad, but his body! He was perfectly sculpted, incredibly attractive and masculine, and that thick cock between his legs, still halfway buried inside his cow, was all worth it.

He pulled out, letting his spilled seed gush out over the cow's legs. His duty was done. Getting pregnant was their duty, and cleaning them was someone else's job. There was the faintest hint of something in the back of his mind, but the thought, like all his other ones, melted away as he noticed Mila standing next to him. A cow who wasn't in her proper place, who hadn't been filled with cum and knocked up yet. That, he did recognize.

Just as Emery turned towards her with a newfound animalistic desire in his brown eyes – the kind of hungry look that sent shivers up and down her spine – a sharp, jagged, and impossible-to-ignore thought dawned in her head.

What if it works both ways?

That was something she hadn't thought of. Instead of excitement and arousal, she felt cold fear flush through her body. If men turned into brainless studs from mounting the cows, what happened to women who the studs mounted?

“Hey, stop, stop!" she yelped as Emery dazedly grabbed her by the waist and carried her to one of the empty stalls. “I changed my mind! I don't want to!"

Emery didn't care one bit about her protests. And this was exactly what she had wanted. Exactly what she'd always fantasized about. Being taken by a big brute, fucked regardless of what she consciously wanted. So roughly that she'd have no choice but to surrender fully to it.

Maybe it doesn't work that way, she tried to convince herself as Emery placed her down on the rack – the breeding rack – in the middle of the stall. She'd already managed to displace her shirt while fondling herself while watching, and Emery clumsily fastened the milker cups to her heavy breasts. The coldness of them made Mila yelp.

“I'm not even lactating! I'm not a cow! Stop!" she kept protesting while Emery moved onto her pants, tugging them off roughly with newfound strength. Her panties certainly offered no resistance, and in less than a minute she was positioned for mating, involuntarily presenting herself for her stud just like the other cows. That realization made her shudder. The warmth of feeling Emery's bloated cockhead press against her bare pussy made ger squeal.

“Please don't, I don't want- nfh!" she groaned, weakly attempting to protest as Emery gave his first thrust, and his cock effortlessly sank into her. It was a stretch, sure, but she was soaking wet from the earlier show they'd put on, and her hungry sex put up no resistance at all.

And that's when she first felt it, as that stiff horsecock pushed into her pussy. A tranquil and yet lusty empty-headedness washing over her. It wasn't scary, nor was it even unpleasant. Less like dementia, and more like a sense of freedom that left her head feeling light and her body warm. More like a liberation. Only slight, with that first thrust, a haze that settled in over all her worries.

She tried to fight back a moan and failed, but still, she begged for Emery to stop. Even if it felt good, she didn't want to be a cow. She had a career as something far more important than-

Emery began rocking his hips, thrusting into her at a steady pace.

-what? What was more important? The knowledge seemed to get shaken loose by those firm, hard thrusts, and she couldn't even remember what the original thought had been. Instead, more and more, her focus was around the pleasant stretching of her pussy, the constant bumping of his flare against her g-spot. Mila didn't realize it was happening, but she was growing deeper and looser around her stud-boyfriend's cock, accommodating his equine manhood.

Suddenly, the pumps fastened to her breasts came to life. Mila moaned out loud at that sudden suction, and a quick glance down showed that each pump left her a little bigger. Her breasts were growing.

It was the most erotic thing ever.

She bit her lip, spending what willpower she still had on trying to resist the changes, futile as it might've been, to cling onto a thought, any thought, no matter how amazingly good the thick, pistoning cock using her, breeding her felt. And yet she somehow knew that if she allowed herself to cum, all that resistance would be for naught. That her orgasm would somehow make that daze permanent, make all the changes to her body permanent. She'd gush out what thoughts remained in her head and become nothing more than a horny, mooing cow, begging for her stud to breed her so she could produce as much milk as possible.

Just another cow.

Emery thrust harder, whinnying with pleasure as he fucked her. He was just about fully an anthropomorphic horse-stud now, and Mila knew he wasn't going to stop. There was nothing she could do either. She would cum, and that'd be that. Already, she was starting to get close. Her pussy was leaking like a faucet, and just letting it happen seemed like a better idea with each passing second. How easy it'd be to just cream her brains out on Emery's amazing horse-cock and never have to think again, being nothing but a slutty milk-cow.

Yeah. Yeah. Why was she so worried about it? It felt good to be horny. It felt good to have huge milky tits. And most of all, it felt good to have her dripping wet pussy stuffed with hard horsecock, quickly followed by a womb full of virile, potent, sexy sperm knocking up those slutty eggs of hers so she could make more cows. Mila glanced at her hands. They were already the typical black and white splotched pattern of a cow, covered in short fuzz. Her tits were enormous, and with the next pump of the machine, she saw a trickle of milk escape her swollen teats.

She let out a loud, proud mooing moan as she came hard, surrendering fully to her stud, to the farm, to life as a cow. Her juices gushed out around Emery's cock as she moaned, mooed, and thrashed in her rack while Emery's shaft bucked and jumped inside her, filling her with spurt after spurt of seed. It felt so wonderfully right, even amidst spasms of shuddering pleasure, like he was filling her body with meaning. With life, with milk, with pleasure. She'd never loved her boyfriend as much as in that moment of her first insemination as a cow.

When her orgasm was over, Mila looked just like any of the other cows. Anthropomorphic, happily leaking cum while her enormous tits were milked relentlessly by the machine. Everything was beautiful, calm, relaxing. The worries of real life had long since melted away and this was all there was for her, now. She only cared for three things; being mounted by her stud – or maybe studs, she clenched in anticipation already – being milked, and eating.

Finally, all that stress she'd felt doing her job and living a modern life was gone. Sure, it was at the expense of most of her thoughts, but who cared when it meant such pleasure and relaxation?

Emery pulled out of her deep, accommodating cow-pussy with a grunt and moved on to the next cow. And watching the scene unfold through cameras in his office, the farm's owner added two heads of cattle to his bookkeeping.