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“And how are you adjusting?" Frank's voice crackled out of the desk phone Lacey held crudely in her hands.

“Fine...fine," she replied, having to shift between holding the speaker to her ear and the receiver to her mouth thanks to her bovine features. The first call between Bovinex and the farm...no wait — her — farm was hilariously one-sided as you can guess. She spent a good thirty minutes jabbering on without realising Frank couldn't hear a thing. They now had a system where both would wait a second or two before saying their own piece. It was crude, but it worked.

“C'mon Ms. Cain. It's been a week already! You still sound off. I can tell by your voice. Over the phone. That's saying a lot."

Lacey closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, letting out an audible sigh. It was too damn cramped in here, that didn't help things. Her knees kept knocking on the underside of her desk, her chair — while the right proportions — wasn't very adjustable, she was having to poke the keys on her computer keyboard extra carefully to prevent mistypes with her broad fingers. Nothing in her new office was quite to her liking. And on top of that she had developed a series of aches and pains about her body that was eating away at her current morale.

“Mooh," she lowed tiredly. “You're right, I haven't fit in yet." It was nobody's fault but her own, really. Eric and Sandra had been nothing but hospitable, helping herself and Carl set up this office space in their house. All smiles and good intentions. It'd been a while since she saw them last, and they certainly had changed. Sandra was bubblier than she remembered her being, and Eric had grown in confidence, assertiveness, and...other areas...

Dammit Lacey! Quit day-dreaming about someone else's god-damned husband.

“I keep feeling like an outsider even though this is the only place in the world for someone like me because of...of what I am. Keep feeling like I'm imposing on them. Eric and Sandra; and Tommy I guess. They don't need me around, a constant reminder of what we did to them..."

“Oh please," Frank retorted, “if anything you're more concerned about it than they are!"

He had a point. The couple suffered through hell and high water and ended up like this. No longer human. No longer even legal citizens. What was left to worry about?

I'm beginning to think I made a huge mistake, she thought as she looked down at her body, was this truly necessary?

“It was what we needed to do."

She snapped out of her mini-anxiety attack at her colleague's words. “Oh so you're a mind-reader now. Carl teach you some of his tricks?" she remarked.

He laughed. “No, it's the fact you went silent again. You're still thinking about the gene therapy."

“And so what if I am?"

“You can't honestly expect me to believe this is the same Lacey Cain who threatened her direct boss — saying she'd crush his head in her god-damn hands — if he didn't acquiesce? Hmmm? Is that the one I'm talking to right now? Who stormed into the company headquarters, naked as the day you were born ('cept hairier), walked right into the boardroom with a full gathering of upper management; roaring, stamping hooves, demanding they pay up? Where's all that piss and vinegar gone? I want that Lacey Cain back. 'Cause this one's a sap."

“Give me a break Frank, I've had a long week."

“I'm no Dr. Freud like Carl can be at times, but I'll give you this advice," he thought about how best to phrase his next sentence, “seeing as you tend to swear to get your point across every now-and-then: OWN THAT SHIT!"

“Own th—"

“That's right. Own it! You're a big-ass, badass beast of a cowgirl who doesn't take 'no' for an answer. Fuck the rest of the world! You've got a farm to manage, clients to sell to, MONEY to make. I can run the lab on my own. Carl can handle all that customer-facing jazz. Take a break every now and then. Don't stress out over every little detail, we can handle it just fine."

“You're right."

“I know."

In for a penny in for a pound. She already took a hands-on approach when courting the Reimond family for her programme; now — due to the extreme, insane plan of undergoing the transformation herself — she was further embedded in their affairs. There's no escaping that fact, as much as it astonished (or terrified, depending who you asked) the Bovinex board of directors enough for them to write a blank cheque for her activities. Well...not really a blank cheque, more of a 'get the fuck out of here and never come back you horrible monster ohmygoddonthurtmeahhhhh!' cheque. Also not really 'blank' as in 'unlimited', but it did the job.

Frank was right. She had the opportunity to detach herself from all that corporate bullshit and focus on the parts of her job she enjoyed. The change was worth it, both physically and mentally. Though a week in, and not too impressed with her new life, it could — nay, it will — grow on her.

Ugh...now if only I could do something about this aching all over...have I caught a bug or something?

Brushing her soreness aside she returned to her work. Tapping away, writing more e-mails to their customers.

Bovinex is grateful for your business so far. We have seen your feedback and appreciate the endorsements. I'm writing to inquire if there are any further questions regarding our vitamin-enriched and fortified dairy line. Please contact myself or Mr. Redweather at…

Fifteen clients, fifteen 'thank you' messages. All tailored to each specific customer of course, adding those little personal touches helped establish a good working relationship. I can leave Carl to handle the rest of the correspondence, she told herself, better just get a paper copy myself...

Whoops...printer's off...

Lacey swivelled 'round in her chair intending to sort out her hard copies of the e-mails when she spotted Tommy walking towards her door. He carried a bunch of writing pads and stationery under one arm, eyes fixed on said materials, making sure he didn't drop anything.

It took a while before he noticed Lacey staring at him. He realised he was standing in her doorway, she was waiting for him to say something. He failed to.

“Tommy, um, hi." she hadn't been around Tommy much, and her nudity was probably awkward for the poor kid. She blushed underneath her fur. The teenager didn't notice her embarrassment of course, and tried to keep his eyes averted.

“Hi Ms. Cain," he blurted out. Gathering the courage to speak again he asked her if she had any pens handy. “Mine have run out."

“Yes. Yes I do have a few. They're over there by the filing cabinet," she pointed at the grey metal box, “oh and could you turn on that printer for me? It's right beside the cabinet, just there see..."

“Sure" Tommy switched on the machine and picked up a couple of brand new pens. He moved back to the office entrance and was about to leave before Lacey raised her voice again.

“Sorry if this is too personal a question, Tommy, but umm..." she bit her lip. Am I really asking the kid this?

“Erm...y'know the way your mom and dad and I are now. I mean not just the hybrid thing, the uh, not wearing anything..."

He nodded. A blank expression on his face.

“...does that bother you? Eh. It probably does, I'm not stupid but, is it something you get used to?"

“Ms. Cain."

“No-no-no that's alright. It's weird me asking. But it's weird not asking too. I'm only like this a week and it still feels odd."

“Yeah, odd."

“You don't look happy to be having this conversation."

“It's not that," he sighed, “it's the fact you're the one who started talking to me about it. Mom and dad kinda just...ignore that fact."

“They do?"

“Yeah. They were wearing stuff when they first got here—"

“I skipped that stage I guess!" Lacey joked, getting a small rise out of Tommy.

“I guess," he chuckled, “it didn't last though."

That's odd, Lacey thought, Eric and Sandra seemed to care an awful lot about their son, did they not realise they were freaking him out by being that way? They don't look like the kind of parents who'd just ignore something like that.

“Lacey?"

Their brief chat ended prematurely as Sandra clomped up to Lacey's office to see her. The big bovine's eyes lit up as she saw her son exit the room. Sweeping him up into a big furry hug she cooed: “Hi sweetie, where are you going?"

“I've got a history paper to finish for next week," he replied curtly. “I needed some stuff from Ms. Cain's office."

“Oh...okay! Hope you get an 'A'."

After Tommy left Sandra pushed her way into the room. Lacey greeted her with a quiet 'moo' as she found a place to sit. Her plump rear settled on the end of Lacey's desk, giving the other cowgirl an extensive view of her womanly assets.

Months of helping her husband run the farm had given her a damn good workout. Even Lacey couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her toned form. Her hooves had been recent cleaned, and was that polish? She certainly knew how to keep up appearances. All over her body her fur was smooth. She must've had a bath, Lacey surmised, and she's lookin' good.

True that. Nice meaty calves guided her eyes up from Sandra's hooves, across thick legs towards her belly. There Lacey took in the noticeable bumps of her abs, guarding the neatly-furred 'V' of her womanhood just below. Sandra's cleavage was firm and full, proudly on display as if to show Lacey where all her profits came from. An oh-so-slight splash of milk could be seen on one of her puffy nipples. Tearing her eyes away from those angelic melons before Sandra noticed, Lacey looked up at her face. Behind that muzzle were her soft eyes, which Lacey could tell hadn't changed a bit.

Eric is a lucky bull.

The dutiful mother and wife in front of her reminded Lacey of her own self. She felt a connection between them. Two people who'd gone through the same pain, the same torment, now living a new life as a new species.

The first day after her transformation was frightening and stressful. Her mind failed to connect the dots between the old Lacey Cain — the career woman who spent her life chasing science fiction fantasies — and the cow staring at her in the mirror. She feared that torn, disconnected anguish would not yield, but sure enough it did. The next couple of days her emotions gradually stabilised. Just like Sandra, Lacey grew used to her new self. This ain't too bad, she'd reasoned, this ain't too bad at all...

It was as if she had always been this way, just like how Sandra must think by this stage. They didn't feel human anymore, as far as they were concerned, they might as well have always been cowgirls. That extended to more than only her mental state. A part of her wanted to be as happy as Sandra appeared to be. As comfortable. As loved.

Since last week she'd dismissed any notion of maintaining her appearance, and it showed. Compared to Sandra she looked far more ragged. Messy fur, drink spills in places, a permanently worn expression. She'd abandoned any hope of ever seeing herself again as an attractive woman. She told herself that ship had definitely sailed after the gene therapy. But...but...seeing Sandra as she is now, as her muddled brain reinforced a new standard of beauty — bovine beauty — her mind changed.

Lacey stared ahead dreamily.

I could look as pretty as her...

“How's it goin' herd-sis?"

Herd-sis...Herd-sister? Dumbfounded for a second before understanding Sandra's odd term of endearment, Lacey felt...nice. Calm. Something about that phrase comforted her, like she truly is part of the family...

“Hey. You there?!"

“Moo! Yes!" she snapped out of daze.

“You look tired."

“I do. I mean I am."

“Why don'cha take a break?"

“What would we do?"

“I dunno. Have fun..." Sandra huffed, kicking her legs as she sat on Lacey's desk. She noticed Lacey groan faintly as she moved, and recognised the tell-tale signs that she hadn't yet done her bovine duty. In fact, she realised Lacey hadn't even 'done the deed' once. How rude! How could she come into her home, eat her food, use her things, without paying!

“Moo-hoo! I've got it!"

“Hmm?"

“You haven't been to the dairy shed."

“What!?" Lacey exclaimed. Did she mean she wants me to...to...

Sandra pulled Lacey up from the chair. “Stop spending all day with those silly squiggles on paper! Let's get you milked."

“I don't think that's necessary."

“MOO!" she ordered. Marching Lacey out of the office, Sandra led her through the house, and outside, like an angry schoolteacher escorting a student to detention.

* * *

Inside the milking shed, Sandra continued to boss Lacey around. Stepping her up to the machine, fiddling with the woman's straps. Lacey wasn't making it easy for her however.

“Hey, slow down." she struggled to oppose her, but Lacey soon found that Sandra's muscles were in far better shape as she restrained the squirming female. Whoa fuck! Her grip's like a vice.

“You're gettin' milked and that's that!" she barked with a commanding tone.

“Moo...I'm fine. I don't need—"

“No you're not. I know whats going on. You've been havin' pains yeah?"

“How did you know?"

“Missy I'm a cow too, unless you forgot that. When you start feelin' like there's a tonne of pressure building up in them puppies, and they start hurtin' all over, that's when you gotta milk 'em. Now stand still while I..."

“Ahh, that hurts!"

“Well if you stop wrigglin' I wont twist your arm so much."

Lacey considered resisting further, but eventually relented, allowing Sandra to fit the clear plastic suction cups to her breasts. As they made contact with her exposed aureolae her bossy companion flipped a switch on the control panel. The cups pneumatically sealed themselves to her mammaries.

“Ah!" she gasped as the cold plastic contacted fully. The suction forced her nipples to pop out completely. They stuck out hard, rigid, as she shivered.

Sandra raised the slider on the control system to mid-way, and soon the shed was filled with a droning hum as the machine powered up. Lacey's heart raced. The anticipation was killing her. What on Earth will it feel like?

Her question was answered promptly. A sensual tingling in her nipples emerged as the first drops of milk squirted out, which rapidly turned into a solid flow as the milking machine got to work.

My boobs, oh my boobs...

This feels great!

She was quickly won over by the idea of being milked. It was like a combination of all of the best massages she'd ever gotten, concentrated entirely on her bountiful bosom. She shut her eyes and let the feelings wash over her. The suckling sensation was one thing, the tiny pin-pricks of pleasure all throughout her body as the machine vibrated was on a whole other level!

“S-S-Sandra I—" she tried to speak, tried to gather her thoughts into words, but they escaped her. Her breasts lightened as they were sucked. She opened her eyes and witnessed the white liquid be carried through the tubes into a transparent container at the back of the milking stand.

I'm being milked! Oh my God...this is amazing!

A deep animal instinct within her awakened. She was made to do this. No, she was born to do this. To be treated like a cow. To be strapped into a stall and pumped mercilessly. The human part of her tried to fight back, but there was little it could do against the onslaught of such intense pleasure.

Milk me, milk me! she screamed within her head, Moo! I wanna be milked every day!

She imagined herself feeding her children. In her mind she conjured the image of a hybrid calf, part-human, part-animal. Her baby. It seemed so right to imagine that. Think what it would be like to raise a hungry boy or girl, always ready for a feeding. Feel them grabbing her voluminous breasts, cheering for mommy's milk...

“Nearly done!"

“Huh—" her fantasy shattered into a million ephemeral pieces as her conscious mind dragged her back to reality. I've...dropped acid before when I was in college, and nothing was ever that intense, she told herself. What the hell did I just...I...just...

Sandra lowered the power on the controls as Lacey took a deep breath. “See," she beamed, “you really needed a good milking. Told you so!"

“Yeah, you did. Thanks." That was true. The build-up of pressure in her breasts, and all the itching and aching associated with that, had faded. She was grateful to Sandra for pushing her to do this, even if her prudish human side left her somewhat ashamed at how she enjoyed it.

“I better do me." Sandra took Lacey's place, handling the harness and cups far more elegantly than she had. With an experienced hand she set herself up and activated the machine's most powerful setting.

Lacey looked on in amazement as the buxom babe 'took it like a pro'. Her tits jiggling energetically as the device worked overtime to drain her of precious milk. Lacey had been a good ten minutes in the stall, she assumed Sandra would take a similar amount of time. Then again, she wouldn't be surprised if over time one's body grew accustomed to the process you could produce more milk.

It looked to Lacey like she was in the middle of a powerful orgasm. Damn, she thought, if I was on a medium setting, what'll that feel like? She would have to find out some day. Not yet though, as her experience today had totally floored the flustered gal.

This would soon become routine for Lacey, so Sandra decided to strike up a conversation while she waited for the milking to complete. After all, this could end up being valuable girl-talk time! Chatting, gossiping, teasing each other...

“Hey Lacey. What do ya think of things so far?"

Lacey's lack of concentration was rectified quickly as Sandra spoke. She stopped ogling at the cowgirl's boobs and directed her attention to Sandra's question.

“It's been...strange."

“I know right! There I was, worried housewife, no money, no prospects. Now...I'm this hot babe who gets paid to milk herself daily. Could there be an easier life?"

Lacey was taken aback slightly by Sandra's response. She seemed to candidly accept what had happened to her. Maybe there wasn't any lingering resentment between the Reimond family and herself...

“I think I need to get used to that. The, uh, milking that is."

“Oh don't worry. It's fine! I was surprised too the first time, it's kinda like sex," she joked.

“I suppose you're right."

“Moo! I know I am."

“So, uhm, Sandra...you—"

“Huh?"

“You...called me herd-something earlier."

“Oh, herd-sis? Well...you are. The word just came to me."

Lacey nodded in agreement, recognition of the word 'just came to her' as well. Something instinctual drove it. And she reckoned the term 'bovine BFF' just didn't have the same caring ring to it.

“Ooh," Sandra muttered, “almost done."

The machine juddered as Sandra switched it off, the pneumatic seal on her nipples disappearing. She carefully popped off the suction cups and placed them back on their holders. Like a proud soldier cleaning a medal, Sandra lifted her breasts and gave them a rub, easing out any residual liquid that might stain her fur. She then faced Lacey and helped the newcomer with the same treatment, teaching her how to get rid of the last trickle of milk.

Sandra considered her position as a teacher of bovine ways, there was lots to show Lacey.

“Hey, you wanna go relax somewhere for a while?"

* * *

They spent an hour discussing their lives, likes and dislikes, favourite stories, and — most importantly — the tips and tricks of bovine life. How to keep fur clean, how to wash oneself, the best way to cook meals for the herbivores they were.

Lacey was interested mainly in the day-to-day activities they engaged in. Her questions betrayed as much. Sandra however, was busy planning for the future. “If there's ever any more people...y'know...brought here, we could make this a regular thing. Like a...a girl's club."

“What?" she snorted at the idea, “talk about cowgirl things and paint our hooves?"

“Oh my God! That sounds amazing, what colour do you like them in?"

“Uh Sandra, that was sarcasm. I mean...even if we had enough nail polish..."

“Yeah, you're right." she said, somewhat downcast.

“Hey," Lacey tried to cheer up her companion, “I didn't mean we couldn't do stuff...like that. Girl stuff. I was just laughing at how bizarre that would look."

“Yeah," Sandra replied, with an image of a hybrid with bright pink hooves dancing in her head, “that would be kinda silly."

“Kind silly. But kinda awesome."

“Moo," she agreed.

“Sandra."

“Yeah?"

“I want to say: thank you."

“Huh? What for?"

“For this," she gestured around, pointing to everything under the sun, “letting be feel welcome here."

“It's nothing, I–"

“No. It's not nothing! I'm the reason you're stuck like this, the fact you're a hybrid."

“Listen Lacey," she lectured, “me and Eric were up shit creek before you changed us. We don't hate you."

“Not even a little?"

“No. Me, Eric, Tommy...we're all better off now."

Lacey thought about their son, and how he was coping. “Um, how's Tommy doing? I mean, really..."

“Tommy?" Sandra's ear flicked, “oh he's fine! He just likes his alone time. He's got exams coming up, so that young man better study good! Heh."

Rather than pressing further on that issue — which could prove thorny and ruin any goodwill she had accumulated with the Reimonds — Lacey returned the topic to her place in their world.

“Sandra, could we — I mean, I'm sure in some way it's still upsetting what I had done to you, but — could we, be friends?"

“You're already a friend silly! Better than a friend, my herd-sister," she paused with a look of newfound inspiration on her face, leaving Lacey confused. There was that word again. It felt so normal. Yeah...they were a herd...they were herd-sisters...

“Oh Moo! I totally forgot!"

“Forgot what?"

“Eric and I were talking about this earlier. I'm sooo air-headed right now, we should've done this sooner! C'mon..." and with that she grabbed Lacey's arm, pulling her towards the half-open door.

Lacey was led around the complex of barns that stored their agricultural produce, out into the rolling fields of the Reimond farm themselves. Beyond the beaten track, a nice little grove at the edge of the forest bordering their lands made for the perfect spot according to Sandra. But the perfect spot for what?

From where they stood the two surveyed the landscape, with special attention to the large figure some way away. Eric could be seen adjusting a plough beside one of the many work-sheds that dotted the farmlands. Sandra flung her arms into the air and swung them about haphazardly.

“ERIC! MOO!" Sandra bellowed across to the distant figure of her husband. Lacey saw Eric turn in the direction of the shout and wave.

“Be with you soon hun," he called back over to the pair of women.

Lacey grabbed Sandra, twirling the giddy gal around to face her again. She wanted answers: “What's going on? Why have you brought me out here?"

Unbeknownst to Lacey, Eric was quickly covering the distance to where they stood. Sandra humoured her for a while longer as her mate carefully approached, moving to a sneaky tip-toe where once he strode upright.

“You're not fully part of the herd yet!" Were those tears in her eyes? Sandra was weeping. The corners of her eyes spotted with dew-drops. What's gotten her emotional? Lacey wondered. Have I brought up bad memories being here?

“I want us all to be happy, and...I don't want you to be scared about joining us," she sniffed, “we're the only ones of our kind, we gotta stick together. Stay close..."

“You've both welcomed me into your family. You're treating me like a friend. You called me 'herd-sister', aren't we close enough yet?"

“Not yet. No way! Eric has to take you."

“I don't understand. Take me where?"

A huge pair of arms wrapped themselves around Lacey's waist. Eric pressed himself against her back, nibbling her ear. Lacey froze. She could feel the contours of his musculature as his embrace tightened. She focused on Sandra, who's waterworks had been stalled by the arrival of her mate. A glad smile creeping its way along her muzzle. They'd planned this!

Eric answered: “To heaven and back of course."

It was then she noticed another aspect of the bull's embrace. His hardening member pressed against her backside, sliding between the cheeks of her ass, flush with warm blood. Lacey shivered as that source of heat shifted up-and-down slowly, brushing through her furry rear. Teasing her...

This is what she meant, Lacey realised as Eric continued to drag himself along her fit curves, I'll be another mate for Eric. That actually sounded...right, why did she feel so put off by Eric's intimate actions? It was natural, a handsome bull at the head of a herd had a duty to keep the females fulfilled. There was no shame in it. Lacey was about to take another step away from her former life, and towards her new purpose as a dairy cow.

I can't wait...

Lacey bit her lip as Eric's shaft nudged at her entrance, teasing her sensitive nether-lips. The first inch brought a wave of concern to the excited cowgirl. He was big. She knew that much already from seeing him strut about every day, his lengthy penis bobbing up-and-down, proudly on display with a large pair of leathery orbs dangling below, but she'd never seen it erect. He was very big. She felt her body protest at the size, but he'd fit.

Oh, she'd make him fit.

Sandra watched with eager anticipation as her new best friend, her new herd-sister, was claimed by her loving mate of a bull. Her own body responded to the scene in front of her with a lust all of its own. As Eric softly bit Lacey's shoulder — causing the cowgirl to throw her head back at the sensual touch — Sandra's hand slipped downwards, towards her own womanhood. She was already damp, and thus receptive to her practised fingers.

She was so pleased that Lacey was accepting this fate. She and Eric held a long conversation when they found out Ms. Cain herself had been transformed and would be coming to live with them. They both concluded that by welcoming her fully to their nascent herd she'd learn to fit in and contribute to the farm and the dairy. And what better way to seal the deal than what both of their instincts screamed incessantly?

Mate her. Breed her. Join the herd. Forever.

At present Eric had that first step well underway. “Are you ready?" he asked Lacey.

She glanced back at him, her eyes filled with newfound desire. “I..." she hesitated, probably the human side of her conscience struggling to establish order over her wild lust. She soon relented: “Yes."

Eric pressed at her entrance, entering slowly as he cupped her breasts. His exotic bovine tip firmly inside his newest conquest, gradually being enveloped by the warm velvet depths, like a siren's call luring him deeper. Lacey's breath quickened as he reached the half-way point. There was no escaping reality, no matter how you sliced it: his cock, her pussy, entwined, marking her as his.

Sandra witnessed her mate hilt himself in the cowgirl, and a laugh escaped her when she saw Lacey's eyes widen in shock at his true enormity. Get used to it girl, this is our life now!

The considerate bull had to pause to allow Lacey to adjust herself and adapt to his size. She squirmed in his embrace, her thighs squeezing together as he held himself deep inside, adding to the tightness. To Eric it was like deflowering a virgin heifer, scared but eager; taking steps to ensure she enjoyed every minute of their coupling.

He then began the mating proper. Dragging his member back-and-forth as he thrust, building a steady rhythm. His balls slapping against her bouncy rear. Her vaginal walls rang out with pleasure as his warm shaft massaged her insides. This would soon be a frenzy.

Lacey fell on all fours with Eric following suit, surrounding her entirely with his massive, muscular form. Sandra had to leap back to avoid the in-progress lovers from collapsing on top of her — much as she'd like that. This was Lacey's special time: 'lookin's for free, touchin's gonna cost ya'. Now, 'touchin' herself? That was acceptable.

Their fucking was raw, animal, with almost no foreplay. Eric made a note to show her his tender side the next time they made love. Next time...it really was a heck of a time to be alive. He should probably thank Lacey for signing them onto the genetic modification programme...well...maybe later. He didn't think she was up for a chat right now as he slammed himself against her; something told him she probably wasn't paying attention to anything he might say...

“MOOOO!" she squealed in joy as Eric's cock pounded her, sliding against her meaty clitoris in the process, driving her into further throes of passion as the sensitive nerves were tickled again and again. She found herself thinking dirtier and dirtier thoughts about what the future could hold for her sexy self. Her juices spilled from her entrance, wetting her lower lips even more before dribbling onto the ground. Her digits clenched, tearing handfuls of soil from the earth. She looked at Sandra, who now sat in front of her, fingering herself, with an intense look of lust on her face. This was Eric's first mate, the one who helped the bull administer their herd. Lacey would be wise to remember her new place with them, her instincts telling her to respect Sandra and her privileged position at Eric's side.

Eric was struggling hard not to empty himself just yet. Lacey needed to feel her first bovine orgasm. Needed to feel how overwhelming and powerful it was. How lucky she was to be with a bull like him. He noticed Sandra pleasuring herself, and grinned deviously. Puttin' on a nice show for my girl, huh Ms. Cain? Let's make the finale something magical...

Lacey felt her end approaching. The build-up of intense, time-stopping pleasure was nearing its peak. Still at a loss for words, she could only mumble and moan to alert her busy lover to her approaching orgasm.

Fortunately, Eric had plenty of practice getting to know all the wonderful noises a horny cowgirl made when she was good and fucked. He could almost innately tell when Sandra was due the 'big-O' at this point in their revived relationship. And, as expected, Lacey was no different. Same sexy sounds, same sexy meanings.

In no time at all she tipped over the edge. An incredulous scream of ecstasy announced Lacey's orgasm. The hybrid shook as it cascaded across her body in waves, leaving her limbs weak and brain addled. Eric could feel her growing tighter as her inner walls winked in sync with the pulsing pleasure.

“Ah, ah...damn..." he stammered.

Lacey sensed his cock twitching stronger than ever. She could feel Eric's heavy breath on her back, blowing her fur about like a hairdryer. He was about to cum too.

“Moo!" she cried out.

“MOOOOOOO!" Eric responded with a colossal roar, at last his turn to climax.

Spurts of hot seed were shot deep into Lacey's womb. Given Eric's size it was no surprise that he had the makings of quite a few jets of cum, which he gladly provided to her hungry canal.

Sandra made excitable noises as she brought herself closer to her own finale. Herself and Eric shared a longing glance, as Lacey writhed beneath him. He promised he'd give Sandra something 'magical' to finish with, and he was one to make good on his promises.

Without warning, he pushed forward, forcing Lacey towards where Sandra lay. The cumming cowgirl landed face-first between the other female's legs, pressed up against her pussy. The unexpected nature of this impromptu cunnilingus left Lacey bewildered. Muffled protests from between Sandra's toned thighs were not heard by either of the Reimonds.

Eric's mate was delighted with actions. How romantic! At least to her hybrid mind. She placed a hand on Lacey's stubby horns and grabbed a handful of her head-fur. Lacey's shock wore off after a few seconds and she understood her task. Using her long and flexible tongue she ate out Sandra, her mouth locked against her pussy, slurping away at her juices. Her scent...her taste. It was all too much!

The last of the three hybrids to finish came buckets upon Lacey's muzzle. Sandra's body was wracked with bliss as the other female tended to her needs. My new herd-sister.

As the fog cleared, Lacey Cain — manager of the Bovinex corporation's genetics division, the no-nonsense go-getter with an occasional temper — had been forever changed. Lying exhausted on the grass of the Reimond farmstead, Lacey Cain — loyal herd-sister of Sandra and Eric — exhaled. Speechless. Parts tingling still.

Eric leaned back over her, his bullhood twitching with the occasional ejaculation of residual seed. He brought his lips to her head, and kissed her on the cheek.

“Now you're one of us, Ms. Cain," he said as they nuzzled.