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Sophia laid on the bed in Roger’s guest room, idly browsing her phone as she tried to force away any and all troublesome thoughts.  She cycled through phases of excitement toward Hesat’s blessing and its implications, and feelings of abject dread.  If she focused on her own good fortune and pushed Belle’s dilemma from her head, would that make her selfish?  A bad person?  Was it okay to feel any semblance of happiness when her oldest friend was going through something incomprehensibly horrific?

“Ugh…”  Sophia sighed and dropped her phone onto the sheets next to her, staring blankly at the ceiling.  ‘I wonder how she’s feeling right now,’ she mused before rolling onto her side and pulling the blanket around herself tightly.

How many hours of her life had been spent fretting over Belle’s wellbeing?  Or feeling disappointed by her?  She closed her eyes tight and thought back through the years.  She didn’t want to admit it to herself, but Belle had objectively been a massive drain on her emotional resources; there was simply no getting around it.

“What do I do?”  She muttered to herself, shaking her head in frustration as she desperately tried to process a plethora of conflicting emotions.  Was she overthinking things perhaps?  No, of course not.  This situation, in general, was a lot to handle.  No one would blame her for feeling that way.

After another ten minutes of lying in silence, she grabbed her phone again and opened her texts.  The name ‘Bret’ sat at the top with two unread messages.  She just stared at the name, feeling a strange mix of giddiness and shame.  A few days prior, Belle had screamed at her and chewed her out simply for texting with Bret about Belle’s recent string of strange behavior.  When she thought of how Belle chewed her out, her lips curled into a scowl.  Belle had no right to dictate who Sophia and Bret texted with; especially when it was just a platonic conversation about mutual hobbies.

With another sigh, Sophia opened the conversation with Bret.

~~~



12:21PM

Bret: Yo!  I read the first few volumes of that manga you recommended last month.  It's pretty amazing; thanks for the suggestion.



12:23PM

Bret: How are you feeling?  If you need to talk, I’m here.



~~~



Sophia briefly smiled and then winced upon recognizing her reaction.  She felt excited to receive such messages, but that was preceded by pangs of guilt.  “No…”  She shook her head with a frown.  The longer she thought back, the more frustrating situations involving Belle flowed to her mind’s surface.  ‘I can’t keep being so damn hard on myself,’ she urged, clenching the bedsheet in her hand.  Without wasting more time, she responded to Bret.

~~~



1:02PM

Sophia: Hey!  I’m doing pretty well.  There’s been a lot on my mind, but working on Roger’s farm has helped keep me busy and productive.  How are you?



~~~

Sophia couldn’t help but smile as she gently dropped her phone and laid on her back.  There were a lot of good things in life too; it was important not to lose sight of her blessings, both figurative and literal.  When would she get to see Bret again?  If he was broken up with Belle, did that mean she stood a chance?

She shifted uncomfortably, her smile dissipating as she ruminated on that last thought.  “Do I like him?”  She whispered.  Until now, she considered their friendship to be just that-- a friendship.  It would take quite a bit of hard denial to pretend she didn’t have feelings for him.  She would never go out of her way to ruin his relationship with Belle, but it seemed Belle already went and did so on her own.

“Damn,” Sophia muttered, rolling onto her side while pulling up her knees.  She had so much to think about and she wasn’t sure where to start.

She grunted and sat up, quickly grabbing her phone and pulling up her contact list.  After a moment of hesitation, she dialed Bret’s number.  “Yeah-- hey!  I’m glad you answered.  How are you?”  Sophia asked with genuine warmth, giddiness returning as she heard Bret’s voice from the other end.

It was a typical day for the cows of Roger’s farm.  They happily and lazily grazed under the early afternoon sun, many having enjoyed their milkings already.  However, one cow in particular, was a little different than the others.

She didn’t quite look like the rest of the cows, and she didn’t quite seem to understand her place in the world as a simple-minded and easily pleased bovine.  Regardless, she did her best to play well with the others-- to blend in and disappear into the slowly moving stream of cow consciousness.

Today was a special one for this particular beast, being the second of three in an ongoing trial she persevered through.  She was a very confused cow who strived toward silly ambitions.  If only she gave in, she might find herself  in a state of contented bliss.

As the day started, this special cow found her teats swollen and sore, engorged with hot creamy milk.  ‘No…  I don’t need to be milked,’ she told herself in protest.  Such silly thoughts had no place in a cow’s brain and she quickly pushed such silly notions from her head.  Why wouldn’t she want to be milked?  It felt incredible and the farmer had such a deft and skilled touch!

As the farmer pumped her tender nipples and drained her of decadent dairy, she couldn’t contain her bovine instincts.  The special cow moaned and mooed, even feeling aroused as her throbbing udder loosened. What a silly, unusual beast she was; what cow would shirk such carnal pleasures in pursuit of vices far outside her grasp?  If the lifestyle felt good, why should she reject it? Luckily for her, the patient farmer was happy to guide her down the proper path, gently urging her to give into the zen state of cow being.

After being thoroughly drained of fluid, the cow wandered into the pasture where she reminded herself to be a proper bovine who gave into the joys of cow-hood.



~~~

Was there anything better than the lazy, indulgent livestock lifestyle?  Most of the cows on Roger’s farm would dream of nothing else.  Grazing, milking, defecating where they stand-- all actions encompassing the life of a dairy cow.

But then, why does our special cow cry?  Why do tears stream from her face as she grazes, her body trembling with each verdant chew of grass and foliage?  Thankfully, the all-consuming miasma of primal need took over, allowing her to better enjoy the decadent morsels all around her.  The poor creature strived to embrace cow-hood as part of her trial.  Her mind screamed and protested, urging her to resist what she knew in her heart to be right.

What a dilemma our poor little cow endures, attempting to accept her bestial desires as a means to escape the lifestyle altogether.  If she resists, she’ll become like her sisters.  If she doesn’t, she’ll be ousted from an existence of pure, unbridled joy.  If she does, she’ll get what she only thinks she wants.

Sad, isn’t it?  Memories of a life she had flit through her head before disappearing into a murky, giddy stream of bovine existence.  Maybe she’ll realize it soon; the fact life can be so much better than it used to be.

“Wow…  You’re right, that is sad, mama,” a small brown cow chimes, tilting her head.

“Why does she fight it?  I don’t understand,” a young black bull added, his tail slowly swaying from side to side.

A great white cow stood a few yards from them, an image of Roger’s farm showing clearly in a distortion of space.  “That’s a good question,” the goddess responded.  “Those who were once human put humanity on a pedestal; they see it as an existence that stands above our own.  Selfish, right?”  

“Are all humans like that?”  The brown cow asked incredulously. 

Hesat shook her head.  “Many are, but there are plenty of good ones.  Those who understand beings like us and treat us with kindness.  For example, what do you think of Roger’s farm when you look upon it?”

The young bovines hesitated before the bull spoke. “They look happy…  It looks like a nice place to live,” he stated softly.

The female nodded in agreement.  “He’s right-- they look so happy and vibrant.  I almost wish I could visit.”

Hesat laughed and walked over toward the younger cow, nuzzling her gently before pulling back. “I like the way you think.  Yes, Roger is a very nice man who I know quite well.  We’ll simply have to see how Miss Belle handles everything from here.”

“I think she’ll see how great being a cow is!”  The young bull chimed, his tail swishing vibrantly. “I’m sure of it.”

Hesat loved these little ones dearly. “You might be right.  We’ll simply have to see,” she added.  Not so deep down, she was fairly sure she knew the outcome.

‘I’m a cow…  Graze-- graze…’ Belle told herself on repeat, opening her mouth to take another bite of greenery.  She chewed in a rhythmic motion, trying desperately to further sink into the illusion cast upon her. ‘I-- I’m a cow…  I like being milked-- I like to eat grass…  Eat-- eat with my sisters…’ Whenever her mind escaped the cow zen state, she forced herself into this mental loop until she could fall back into the trance.  It was the only thing preventing her from having a mental breakdown after all.

Her tail once again raised as a long stream of urine sprayed onto the grass behind her.  Tears welled in her eyes as loathsome thoughts crept into her brain.  Shame.  Fear.  Disbelief.  When would it all end.  ‘N-- No!  I-- I’m a fucking cow!  I’m just-- I’m just a cow,” she gritted her teeth and shook her head in denial.

As she finished relieving herself and went back to graze, a pungent scent flooded her nostrils.  Her body immediately lit up with pure, unfettered arousal. A voice in her head screamed for her to fuck-- or be fucked, rather.  But, by what?  Where were these thoughts coming from?  Her nipples, udder, and vulva ached in tandem, each leaking their respective fluids as her legs trembled, threatening to send her to the ground.

She finally swiveled around and noticed the other cows were gone-- or, mostly so, at least.  Roger finished herding the last of her sisters into the cowshed, leaving her outside alone.  But, why?

“Sorry, Belle!  I have no choice,” the farmer called out with a look of regret.  Once the last cow was safely inside, he walked off again.

‘Sorry?  For what?  I-- I don’t understand,’ Belle mused as a deep, painful feeling of dread mounted.

A minute later, the source of her fear was realized.  Roger led a mighty bull up to the pasture and opened the gate, leading the beast in as its nostrils flared and it let out a low, needful moo of desire.

A surge of primal arousal flooded Belle’s senses, her pupils dilating. ‘This-- this is for me?’ She briefly recalled fucking Bret on the hiking trail, recalling her fantasies of his cock growing and elongating into something thicker and fuller.  One look toward the bull’s erection confirmed her suspicion. The cock she so desperately wanted Bret to have matched the one attached to this alpha male perfectly.  

Roger closed the gate and cast a look of pity toward Belle before turning and heading toward the farmhouse.  He had no interest in watching what was about to transpire.

As the bull approached, Belle’s eyes widened in terror and she took a few shaky steps back on her cloven hooves.  “SH-- schtay b-- bachhh!”  She wailed, failing to properly enunciate words with her muzzle-like mouth.

“Mrroooo!”  Grant eagerly lowed as he approached Belle with swagger in his step.  His cock throbbed with need, oozing a bead of precum from the tip.

“D-- Dohnsh…”  Bele stammered, trying to put up resistance.  As she did so, her mind clouded, her sense of rationality overruled by the demands of mother nature.

‘’Fuck.  Pleasure.  Reproduce.’

The prime directive echoed in her brain, as if etched into the very fabric of her being.  Her pussy quivered and spasmed and she unconsciously spread her legs.  ‘W-- What am I doing!?’ She tried to run away, but found herself instead turning around so her rear end faced the massive bull. Maybe she did that so she could run away from him?  That made sense!  Turning to run-- to run…

So, then.  Why wasn’t she moving?  She willed herself to place one hoof in front of the other but her body refused to listen.  Instead, her tail raised and she arched her hips, her fat, round ass briefly jiggling as viscous fluid trickled from her pussy.  “N-- Neeuugh! M-- Mooo-- mooove!”  She screamed as the water works turned on and hot, salty tears rolled down her cheeks and onto the ground.

The bull reached Belle and licked his lips before giving Belle’s hip a gentle, loving nip.

Belle shivered with lust, her thighs and nethers quivering and tingling from that expression of affection.

‘Embrace it.  Fuck him.  Feel good.’

She shook her head again and began to internally curse her misfortune. ‘FUCK you, Hesat!  Fuck you-- fuck you…  And Roger-- and Sophia…”  She growled in anger, thinking of Sophia texting Bret.  She entirely betrayed Belle, yet she was likely inside that farmhouse, all nice and comfy while Belle fought for her humanity and got sexually assaulted by a fucking animal of all things.

‘Move-- move…  Get away from him,’ She internally screamed at herself.  When the bull’s tongue suddenly slipped through the folds of her vulva, her body was immediately enveloped by an incomprehensible, euphoric fuzziness.  “M-- Moooooo!”  She bellowed with a mix of lust and lament.  It felt good-- really good.  Her pussy ached and pulsed as a voice in her head screamed for her to accept her new mate.

“G-- Geth a-- ahwa-oooooo!”  She tried to scream for the bull to leave when a potent clitoral orgasm rippled through her lower body, causing her to see stars as her mind went completely blank.

“Mmmroooooooo!”  Grant cried out triumphantly as he stamped a hoof on the ground.  Without wasting more time, he began to position himself.

“M-- Mooooo!”  Belle wailed as her tail flicked about wildly.  She cursed everyone-- herself, her father, Sophia, Bret, Roger-- EVERYONE who wronged her. ‘I don’t want to be a fucking cow!  I don’t want to fuck a bull!  SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE!!” How could she possibly be a ‘good little cow’ in this position.

She felt Grant mount her, unable to put up any resistance other than to utter curses and profanity within her mind.  Seconds later, something hard and flesh forced the flesh at her vulva’s base apart, sliding into her vagina’s entrance.

“N-- NEEUUUUUGH-- M-- MOOOOOO!!!”  Belle wailed, unconsciously pushing her hips back to meet Grant.  There was simply no stopping mother nature’s turgid charge.

CHAPTER END

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