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Roger took a deep breath and walked to the cowshed, where he kept his only bull, wiping sweat from his brow. He looked at the great, dark brown beast and sighed. “Hesat’s will can be hard to understand, but I trust her,” he muttered, preparing to lead the bull out into the pasture. This time, however, he would let him out into the fields directly adjacent to where the cows grazed rather than his usual private lot, which was completely opposite. Keeping bulls and cows too close together led to sexually frustrated bovines who lowed at the fence and begged for no degree of separation.

“Come on, Grant. Right out here… Try not to cause too much of a fuss,” he chided with a slight smile. Belle’s date with the great beast wasn’t scheduled until the next day, but he wanted to acclimate her to the idea of breeding by stimulating her desires. The mere presence of Grant in the adjacent pasture would stir a wellspring of emotions within all of the females.

As soon as they stepped out, Grant’s nostrils flared, and he clopped a hoof on the ground with a snort, his eyes turning to the left-hand fence where gorgeous cows lazily grazed on the other side. “Mmmroooooo!” He cried, flicking his tail about as he sauntered over. He knew there was no getting around the fence, so he hung his head in defeat and grazed while occasionally stopping to look at the tantalizing bovines.

“You’ll see some action soon,” Roger said calmly, gently stroking the bull’s flank before walking off. As he did so, he glanced toward the cows and saw Belle’’s gaze turned toward Grant, her eyes wide. The poor thing had no idea what was in store for her the next day, and he entered his home feeling a sense of pity.

A little earlier, cicadas hissed while the sun shone brightly in the clear summer sky, blanketing the pasture in balmy warmth. For the cows of Roger’s farm, it was paradise on earth, with lush grass stretching for acres, no predators to worry about, and a guarantee of comfort and safety to facilitate the ideal bovine lifestyle.

“Moooo!” One of the cows happily lowed before continuing to graze.

“M-- Mooo…” Another less confident cow offered in response as she lowered her half-human head to take grass into her mouth. Her thick, blunt teeth made grinding such foliage an easy task, with the decadent flavor guiding her down the path of carnal need. Her ass stuck up high as she waddled forward on clopping hooves, finding a new patch of greenery to feast upon. “Moooo…” She said again as her mind was consumed with a hazy blanket of varying emotions. As soon as her brain tried to bring up her human fears and worries, she gritted her teeth and resisted. ‘Grass tastes good… Grazing is good-- life is good…’ She told herself repeatedly. It wasn’t as if she was completely lying to herself; the grass had an objectively wonderful flavor, and grazing released a torrent of endorphins and a steady stream of serotonin to relieve her stress and stabilize her mood.

Hours passed, and she partially mastered falling into a trance. Time seemingly stood still while simultaneously moving quickly. Her perception of reality warped, and she could hardly make heads or tails of her existence. For a brief time, memories of Sophia, Bret, and her internet career dissipated into the murky sea of bovine instinct driving her forward. Was this purgatory or paradise? She ate, urinated, and defecated automatically, and when a pang of humiliation threatened to overwhelm her, such sapient concerns quickly vanished. How would one describe this state of being? One in which a creature merely existed without worry, and no grand ambitions clouded the soul. Nirvana? Zen?  

Her mind momentarily shifted into the human realm, making her fully aware of her actions and fate. Now trembling, she swiveled her head from left to right, taking in the sight of cows all around her. She then looked back to the patch of grass, and sheer terror bubbled within her. She no longer had hands or autonomy. Her life was ruined, and even if she returned to humanity, her career would be dead, and she would no longer be with the love of her life. Tears welled in her eyes as she shook her head. How could they do this to her? Bret, Sophia, her father, and Daniela-- all of them conspired against her, with that awful goddess rubbing salt into wounds that would not heal. Seething hatred boiled within Belle as she shook and twitched. How could they do this? Of course, she’d been selfish sometimes, but how much punishment was enough? Weren’t her losses already enough penance without having rougher humanity forcefully revoked?

Before she could spiral downward into a pit of hatred, Hesat’s deal came to mind and set the picture straight. If she wasn’t a good little cow, everything was over. She took slow breaths and desperately tried to clear her mind, much like a child trying to clean the classroom blackboard and merely smearing the chalk about.  ‘Good cow-- milkings-- grass… Cow…’ Her thought loop stuttered and struggled to take hold as she forced herself to continue grazing. “M-- Moooooo…” She was a good little cow, but, of course. There was never a human woman named Belle, only a happy dairy cow who lived an idyllic farm life.

As she grazed, her mind shifted, and new images cropped up amidst the fog. Her heart rate picked up, and her loins ached. Why, though? While eating, the image of a massive, darkly colored cock flitted through her brain. How amazing would it feel? To be penetrated by something so inhumanly massive-- something Bret could never give her. A slight, musty scent flooded her nostrils, causing her to salivate as she more ravenously devoured the endless banquet before her.

Eventually, something off to her right beckoned for her to look, and she intrinsically understood it to be the source of the musty scent that had been assailing her. When she saw a mighty bull staring back at her, it was as if time stopped. A surge of arousal mixed with horror coursed through her half-human body, threatening to supersede any semblance of self-control she had remaining.

‘No-- I need to eat-- graze… Graze like a good cow,’ Belle told herself emphatically, gritting her squared teeth as she forced herself to eat. How long could she hold out? How long could she possibly ignore the potent male musk tantalizing her senses?

Her zen state was repeatedly interrupted, and she periodically stopped and gazed toward the mighty bull before regaining her focus and returning to her meal. ‘J-- just eat… Grass-- grass and moo…’ Her thoughts bordered on nonsensical as she let out a low, wavering moo.

Despite her efforts to ignore the bull, she found herself gradually inching toward the fence, unconsciously picking patches of grass that would lead her to the bull. She managed to fall into a half-focused state, only partially managing to block out the inappropriate thoughts. Just how large was that bull’s cock? Could her pussy handle such penetration when she wasn’t yet wholly a cow?

She eventually found herself only a handful of yards from the fence, the great beast’s musk now hanging like a thick aphrodisiac-like fog. Her vagina convulsed and ached, engorging with blood as slick fluid seeped out. She didn’t have to check to know she was utterly wet. ‘N-- No… I’m not-- I’m not attracted to him..’ The half-cow internally seethed, trying to fight the primal desires swelling within.

‘A good little cow would accept such desires as part of her.’

A shiver ran down Belle’s spine as that thought entered her. Did she think that? Was it her primal instincts, or perhaps Hesat speaking into her head and coaxing her forward? There were many possibilities, but a single truth stood out in her mind, a reminder of the absolute truth. Regardless of where that thought came from, the words, unfortunately, rang with an air of accuracy and correctness. If she was to fall into the throes of cowhood to regain her humanity, wasn’t accepting her attraction toward a bull part of the necessary facade? If she tried to resist such feelings, would that anger Hesat?

‘No. No, no, no.’  Belle shook her head and choked back tears. This was something she couldn’t compromise on. There was no way in hell Hesat or anyone else could expect her to fantasize about fucking a bull.

‘Are you giving up?’

Adrenaline surged through Belle as she faced the bull with wide eyes. She watched his nostrils flare, her eyes then drifting toward his crotch. When she saw the rock-hard pillar between his legs, her vulva spasmed, and a warm tingle developed throughout her body. It was so big-- so dark and long and hard. It was more magnificent than anything she had imagined before. Her eyes remained locked in place; she was wholly mesmerized by the impressive cock as it twitched ever so slightly, veins coating the length.

Time stopped for Belle. The cicadas’ droning turned into a low, mind-numbing, buzzing sound.  ‘It’s-- so big…’ Her bovine thoughts overpowered her anxiety, which was likely for the best in her case.

If she gave in and accepted the whims of Hesat, she’d be human again, right? Yes-- of course. ‘Liking bull cock is the right thing to do-- good cows like bull cock…’ She reasoned in a half-feral state, her body trembling as she separated from the grass and stepped toward the fence.

Grant’s nostrils flared as he walked toward Belle, only a fence and a few yards separating them. His hoof clopped on the ground, his tail swishing as he released a low, bestial moo of desire.

Belle’s pupils dilated, and her tail rose. Without any semblance of control, she let out a stream of pheromone-filled urine.

“MMRROOOOO!” Grant mooed loudly, stepping closer as he butted his head against the reinforced fence. His cock twitched and throbbed, beading with precum.

Belle didn’t understand any of this; what was her body doing? Why did she take a piss? She was too far gone at that moment to ask further pressing questions. All she could do was stare at Grant’s manhood with burning, unyielding lust. It didn’t matter if he was too big; she’d find a way to make it work. She had to make it work. 

‘That’s a good little cow,’ the internal voice cooed.

Roger suddenly appeared from Grant’s side of the pasture as he watched the scene unfold with an incredulous look. “Woah there, Grant,” he said as he approached and put. a hand on the bull’s side.

Grant immediately calmed, taking a step back and letting out a quieter “Moooo”

Roger stroked the beast gently and looked toward Belle, who had an expression halfway between mortified and sex-crazed. “I’m taking Grant back to his usual pasture. Sorry for the inconvenience, Miss Belle,” he said sympathetically. She had no clue what the next day had in store: the poor thing.

Belle watched Roger and the bull wander off, a surge of confused emotions overwhelming her. A part of her was enraged that Roger would take Grant away; she wanted to inhale his musk and admire his powerful, rippling muscles. She then staggered back and shook her head in disbelief. ‘No-- no, what? I…’  Her thoughts spiraled out of control, and she couldn’t make heads or tails of what was supposed to be right and wrong.

“M-- Moo…” She weakly lowed, taking a shaky step back. What happened to the confident young woman named Belle? The bright-eyed, entrepreneurial girl who strived to make her dreams come true? Was it all a farce?  

As the sun lowered, Roger came to find Belle on her side of the pasture. “Let’s get you inside,” he said calmly.

Belle obeyed and followed, feeling numb. She had no energy or willpower to put up a fight as she put one hoof in front of the other, her supple ass swaying as her udder jiggled. What was she supposed to do? To think? She was a cow-- a good cow who obeyed the farmer and had happy little cow thoughts all day.

Before long, she was alone in the cowshed and lay carefully in the hay, closing her eyes tightly. Sleep time was what she had dreaded the most, when she was alone with her own thoughts and without proper distraction. Images of verdant grass and virile cock were etched into her psyche, and she was unable to push them away. Memories of Bret, Sophia, and her previous, wholly human life mixed with her bovine desires.

Hesat watched Belle from her plane and shook her head with a sigh. ‘Get yourself together. There’s few greater pleasures in the world than bull cock,’ she mused. Tomorrow was the day of reckoning for Belle; how would she handle sharing a pasture alone with Grant?

The white cow’s nostrils flared as a familiar musk filled her senses. She turned to face a grand, ethereal black bull, one of her faithful servants and a fantastic lover. “I’m hoping you’ve come to pay me tribute,” she purred innocently.

The bull nodded. “I live to serve my goddess,” he replied with a lick of his lips before stepping forward.  

Hesat let out a moo of ecstasy as the bull’s tongue probed her vulva and went to work. Living as a cow was indeed a great blessing.

Before long, the mighty beast carefully mounted Hesat and pumped away, gradually picking up the pace.

Hesat let out moans of pleasure as a white glow enveloped her. Surely, Belle could learn to love such sensations as well. On an instinctive level, she probably understood that already. Tomorrow would be the moment of truth, and the goddess significantly looked forward to seeing how her little half-cow would handle the task.

CHAPTER END

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