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Chapter 30:

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 31:

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.

END

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