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Introduction:

Keeping a your big, hot, milky cow girls happy is surprisingly complicated. It may take more than just a bull with a gigantic cock to the get the job done right. Especially when you throw pig girls and sheep girls into the mix as well. The Daisies and Clover Farm is about to get an upgrade...

PART VIII

Lyca pulled on a robe and scooted out to meet the workers while the beta she-wolves herded the cows and I back inside so they could finish up the inspection. They took samples of our various fluids, then we all went out to watch the wolves build up our cow girl ranch.

The speed with which the wolves and their contractors got these new buildings assembled, affixed to their foundations, wired, plumbed, and inspected was breathtaking. It took only three days before the farm was transformed. I don’t know who their connections were in the county, but the inspectors seemed to show up the moment the last pipe was soldered.

The only hiccup in the fast, happy proceedings came Tuesday morning. Lucy had taken Mallory, Essie, and Bibi to get their piercings and tattoos, Alina was meeting with Xana to finalize our social media activities, and I was walking out to my car to run into town. Lyca intercepted me, Helga following. The cow girl had her eyes downcast and looked like she had been crying.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

Helga sniffled.

“Go ahead,” Lyca said, putting her arm around Helga. “Tell Brendan what you need to tell him. He’ll understand.”

There was a moment of silence, so I prompted Helga.

“It’s okay, honey” I said. “Whatever’s wrong, we can work it out. Just tell me so I can set things right. I want you to be happy.”

Helga sniffed.

“I...I...I…” she started, then paused. “I...I don’t want to be a cow girl anymore…I’m the worst cow in the herd. I have the smallest holes. My udders hurt. My back hurts. My pussy hurts. I make the least milk. I...I’m uncomfortable when your bull cock is inside of me, especially as it’s gotten bigger. All the other cows get excited when you get bigger, I get sad. I’m just not meant to be a cow and I don’t want this life anymore. I’m sorry. Please don’t send me to the cow pound. I’m so scared of being put down.”

“There is nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart, you will never go to the cow pound, I promise,” I said, giving her a hug. She sobbed into my shoulder. “There there, you’re going to be okay. Nobody is going to any cow pounds as long as I’m the bull here.” I held her while her sobbing slowed, then I turned to Lyca.

“She doesn’t have to be a cow girl...right?” I asked.

“Once you’re an alternate human you can never go back to being a regular human,” Lyca replied. “But you can switch between different types of alternate humans. There are other types of cows – like pig girls and sheep girls - but they’re all forms of cows so that wouldn’t help her. There are milk maids, but if penetration is painful and her udders and back hurt, that’s a non-starter. There are several other types of alternate humans, but I don’t think randomly trying things until something fits is a good idea. Usually in these situations, the easiest transition from a cow is to a wolf – the body becomes smaller, more compact, more lithe, and for someone having her problems, more comfortable. A former cow can either become a member of a pack, or just become a lone wolf and reintegrate into society in a normal human-like fashion. I talked it over with Helga, and she would like to continue to be involved with the farm. She’s gotten pretty good with cameras, so she can help with the streaming cams and with the security cameras. This girl has a hell of a work ethic and I would love to keep her around. So she has agreed to join the pack.”

“All of that sounds great to me. What does she need to do to become a wolf? Does she need to give a blow job to a he-wolf or something like that?”

“No, wolves are carnivores, so becoming a wolf is a blood ritual. And if she wants to join the pack, there’s some reading she needs to do in advance, and a test. So it will be a couple of weeks before she will convert. If it’s okay, for now she can just stay a non-penetrating member of the herd, provide milk, help with the cams, and all that, then we can convert her when she has met all the prerequisites. We have some supportive clothing she can wear to make it more comfortable until she transitions into the pack.”

“Perfect.”

“Great, just one other thing,” Lyca said. “We like it when new pack members have a non-wolf friend of the pack sponsor them to join. That sponsor would come to the ritual when we turn her into a wolf and induct her. It would be great if you and Alina could sponsor her and come to the ritual. During the ritual we will draw a little bit of your and your wife’s blood, but not a lot. You sponsoring a pack member would also cement the relationship between your herd and the pack. Would that be okay?”

“It would be an honor, and I know Alina would feel the same,” I said. Helga, who had been standing to the side sniffling the whole time Lyca and I talked, came forward and gave me another hug.

“Thank you,” she said. “I’m so happy I can still be part of the farm.”

“We’re thrilled to have you,” I said. “If there is anything you need from us to make your time here – as a cow or a wolf – better, please speak up. I’m sorry you had to go through this.”

Still sniffling, Helga went off to get fitted with some comfortable clothes and then to get back to work on the cameras. Lyca and I talked about opening the cow bar. The buildings were supposed to be completed Thursday so the next day was a Friday, that would make a perfect opening night for the cow bar. Lyca wanted my blessing to have some of the cows to head into town to do a little publicity, and to run spots on local radio and TV about the opening. I gave the go-ahead.

And if it was opening night for the cow bar, it meant it was time to turn my mom into a cow. After Lyca and I talked, I went inside to the bedroom where I could talk privately, and called my mother.

Mom: “Hi Brendan.”

Me: “Hi Mom.”

Mom: “Um...[pause]...Any word on when you might...you know...welcome me to the herd?”

Me: “The cow bar opens Friday night. I want the highlight of the night to be turning my mom into a member of my herd and fucking her until she begs for mercy on stage in front of live in-person and online audience. If less than 500 people see me rip up your newly-minted cow girl rear I will be disappointed.”

Mom: “Finally. I can’t fucking wait to have your bull cock in all my holes. I think my panties have been soaked almost 24x7 since we last talked and most of the time I have a butt plug up my ass.”

Me: “You’re turning my bull cock all kinds of hard.”

Mom: “That’s hot. You need to start calling me by my name instead of “mom” though. I’m Shawna. Call me by my name.”

Me: “Okay Shawna. I’m going to rip up your ass on Friday night, Shawna. Calling you mom when I fuck your ass is hot too.”

Mom: “It is! I need to make a confession, though.”

Me: “That seems to be going around today. What is it?”

Mom: “I’ve been taking some supplements that increase a girl’s chances of having...you know…extra breasts.”

Me: “You’re already at risk of having extra udders just because grandma Bibi has extras. Are you serious?”

Mom: “Totally. She’s twenty-plus years my senior, so she had that as a risk factor anyway. I want a slam dunk. I want at least four, but six would be awesome.”

Me: “Wow, mom, that’s...unexpected.”

Mom: “You’re not mad are you?”

Me: “No, not at all, just surprised. I think you’d be hot with a couple extra pairs. More to jiggle when I fuck your asshole on stage.”

Mom: “I’m so fucking wet. Again. Still.”

Alina came into the room and saw me with my horse-like cock hard and throbbing. She gave me a querying look about the phone and when I said it was my mom, she peeled off her clothes and climbed onboard my meat, sliding her cow cunt all the way down my horse-like bull cock, thrusting it past her cervix and deep into her womb. Then she reached over and grabbed the phone.

Alina: “Hi Shawna. I just climbed on board your son’s big cock. He was big as a lunar rocket from talking to you. He’s stretching my cervix wide open.”

Mom: “Hi Alina, so you’re fucking the cock I got hard?”

Alina: “Yeah, thanks for the assist. You know, a bull can have more than one alpha cow, if he permits it. I think that you should be the second alpha cow. Brendan and I have a king bed, enough for three. You should move in with us, be the true second alpha. You’ve always treated me better than my mom ever did. Since everybody’s confessing today, I have a confession. When I married your son I did it partly to get a real mother instead of my own fucked-up mother, Lucy. So I want you to be the other alpha. I want you and I to fuck your son together. I want you to be my real mom that I eat out and fuck anytime we want. It’ll be awesome. Are you down with that?”

Mom: [Heavy breathing] “I just came. Yes, I am, that would be fantastic.”

Alina: “Great, I can’t wait. Friday night, after you eat me out to become a cow, while you’re pumping out your two gallons of milk, I am shoving my arm up your ass past the elbow. Then, when your son rips into your ass, I’m going to put on a strap on and shove it down your throat. Brendan and I are going to spit-roast you. On stage. Live-streamed.”

Mom: “That would be so hot.”

Alina: “Just don’t hurt yourself between now and Friday night, okay?”

Mom: [breathless]: “Ooooh, I just came again. I’ll try not to.”

Alina began pounding her cow cunt up and down my horse-shaped bull cock holding the phone where my mom could hear it. I filled her up at least three times over before she finally slowed down and hugged me, my cock still up her cunt and pulsing out juice as we basked in the afterglow. Somewhere along the line I think my mom hung up because the line was dead when we were finished. I wondered if she came again.

Meanwhile, while we fucked, work continued apace. By the end of the day Thursday, the cow farm was ready and the cranes were rolling off to their next job somewhere else.

The buildings on the farm all were designed to have an old west feel. They had wooden porches, working shutters, and fireplaces. The two cam studios and the cow bar even had bat-winged doors that could be popped on for when the weather was nice.

The cow bar stood at the end of the property near the road, with its own parking lot and security fence. The cam studios and the little cow houses were all clustered together just up the hill from the house and barn. An additional section was added to the the barn for the private milking sessions, and bleachers were set up by the clover and daisy pasture.

It was time for things to start cranking into high gear.

Whole new sections on our website went live on Friday and customers could reserve slots in the private rooms to watch a cow milk during the evening milking session starting Monday. Folks could also reserve blocks of time to sit on the bleachers and watch the cows frolic. The videos we had been capturing since the wolves got involved came online, and the cows all scheduled time slots in the camming studio to do their thing.

And, of course, the cow bar was slated to open Friday night. We debated what nights it would be open, since we needed to have cows (and maybe a wolf or two) working the stage if it was open. We settled on Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday, with afternoon hours the last Sunday of the month.

Friday around lunchtime my mom’s car pulled into our driveway, followed by a small moving van. I was in front of the barn talking to Lyca. My mom climbed out of her car and almost ran to me, leaping into my arms and wrapping her legs around my waist. She kissed me hard on the lips.

I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra undereath her T-shirt, and she was wearing a pair of cut-offs not unlike the pair the Mallory wore to her interview. I grabbed my mom’s ass to hold her up so she didn’t fall off me, and my finger slipped in between her cheeks and underneath the shorts. She didn’t have any underwear on and her cut-offs were soaked.

There was nothing more I would have loved to do right then was bend her over and fuck her, but she was still a normal human, and my 25-inch-long, 6-inch-thick horse cock would have killed her. When she finally disengaged from me and stepped back, she looked down sheepishly.

“Sorry...I’m just so ready for tonight. I think I’m masturbating at least five times a day. I can’t wait to be turned into a cow.”

“And I can’t wait to turn you into one either. It’s almost time. Just be patient a little longer, it’s going to be a hell of a show.”

I gave her a tour of the farm and introduced her to the cows. Alina and Violet were doing a show in the cam studio with Helga manning the camera, and we watched for a bit. I thought the idea of having my mother here might be strange, but it wasn’t. Me turning her into a cow and fucking her like mad, and even her sort of becoming a second wife to me, all seemed normal and okay. When Alina saw her come into the studio, she disengaged from the mutual-tit-suck she and Violet were engaged in and ran over to hug her. My mom’s shirt got soaked with cow milk, so when Alina pulled back, Shawna’s yellow T-shirt was pasted to her chest and had turned partially transparent.

I smiled. “Once you become a cow, you never have to wear a wet T-shirt – or any T-shirt – again.”

To describe my mom, she was about my height, had a mild mom bod with gentle curves, and had straight dark, almost black, hair (she almost looked kind of goth). You could see a strong resemblance in our faces – not so much with Bibi’s face. And now, as she stood there wearing a wet T-shirt and watching as Alina went back to her camshow with Violet, I knew she was going to make an amazing cow.

I ducked into the camshow long enough to give a quick cunt fuck to Alina and to sodomize Violet, then Shawna and I just watched the rest of the show.

When Alina finished up the cam show, and she and my mom ran inside to direct the movers where to stow my mom’s stuff and to get her situated as a third party in our bedroom arrangement. I was downstairs in the farmhouse trying to take a nap on the couch and watch a ballgame, but I could hear them giggling like schoolgirls upstairs. It made me happy, and I knew that things would be really great once she became a cow girl.

The anticipation that hung in the air before the cow bar opening – and my mom’s conversion - was so thick you could cut it with a knife. We were all itching for the evening’s festivities and the clock on the wall seemed to be crawling. My attempt at a nap was unsuccessful and I went for a walk around the property instead, then got in the car and just went for a random drive. When I got home, I noticed that even the other cows were sensing the nervous energy.

Opening was scheduled for 8:00, and since the wolves were doing the management, the bulls and the cows didn’t have to show up to the bar until 7:45. 4:00 came and went, then 4:30, then 4:45, then 5:00, then 5:05...5:08...5:10...we were all driving ourselves crazy. Ykaterina came up with the idea to play a game and somehow we got into a goofy game of charades (what the hell, charades?) to kill time.

Finally (thank God!) it got to be time to shower and get ready, and at 7:45 the cows, my mom, and I showed up, all clean, horny, and ready to rock and roll. Helga wasn’t part of the troop, she was running the main camera for the livestream so was already at the cow bar.

The cow bar was packed. Beer was flowing, drink specials were cranking, and special cow-girl-milk drinks were rolling down the bar as fast as the she-wolf bartenders could keep up. The hottest drink of the night was the cowslide – a mudslide made with cow girl milk.

We started the evening by me (in just a pair of shorts) leading the cows – who wore cow pattern tights but no tops and were chained together – on stage and introducing each one. I also noted (where appropriate) their relationship to me. That took about ten minutes.

Then we went backstage and each cow went on stage for a two-song routine of their own creation. The cows went all in and took some monster toys on stage with them, showing off what they could do. They squirted milk into the audience, stretched themselves open, and did over top crazy things that made the audience go wild. Paper money rained onto the stage. Between their two songs, all the cows had two minutes to address the audience about themselves, their preferences, and their social media info (including camming info). To get through all eight cows took almost 90 minutes.

After that, Bibi and Essie came on stage and did a milking demo, draining a total of 11 gallons between them. While they milked, I came out and showed my horse-like bull cock, giving a couple squirts of bull juice into the audience.

After that, the she-wolves Lyca, Tori, and Xana did a three-way mother-daughters thing on stage that was smoking hot.

So now the night was wearing on and the crowd was totally stoked. I knew it was time for the main event.

Since she wasn’t a cow yet, my mom had been watching this all go by from backstage, pacing nervously. She wore just a semi-tranparent cow-patterned thong bikini, and the thong was soaked. After my turn on stage and the milking demo, I went backstage and checked the stats on the livestream. We had almost 500 viewers, and there had to be almost another 75 in person. It was quite the crowd.

I reached out and took my mother’s hand.

“It’s showtime,” I said, and nodded to my wife.

Alina, who had already been on stage once that evening, climbed up nude with a chair and sat down, spreading her legs and fingering her kitty. I put a collar around my mother’s neck, attached a leash, and walked her up on stage.

“You have a special treat tonight,” I said. “In honor of our grand opening, we are turning a girl into a cow girl right here on stage before your very eyes.

Alina’s big cow girl udders were trickling milk as she masturbated in front of the crowd. I reached for the knot in the back of my mom’s bikini top, getting ready to pull it off. She unexpectedly pulled away.

“I didn’t think you were going to take that off me until I was a cow?” she asked, looking nervous.

“If you are going to be a good little bimbo slut cow girl you need to do what your bull tells you to. Now get undressed,” I said, just loud enough for her to hear but nobody else.

For a moment I thought she was going to protest, but then a smile slid across her face.

“Of course,” she concluded. She reached up and pulled off her bikini top and the thong and stood there naked in front of the crowd, who hooted and cheered.

“Better,” I said, giving her ass a little slap.

I gently took my mother’s hair and pushed her face in between Alina’s thighs. She knelt down and began eating out my wife, lapping her thick cow labia and sucking on her meaty clitoris. Alina smiled and looked down at my mom, meeting her eyes as she slipped two, then three, then four fingers into Alina’s cunt. Alina reached down and pushed the rest of my mom’s hand and forearm inside, then leaned back as my mother continued lapping up her sweet cow pussy and ass juice.

I lifted up my mother’s ass and eased her legs apart, making sure the audience had a clear view of her cunt and asshole when the transitioned happened. I let several thick streamers of bull cock juice slide down onto her asshole, and used that to lubricate my finger as I slipped it into her sphincter. I only used one finger because I didn’t want to hurt her. I knew in just a moment or two, that would turn into a cow asshole and the sky would be the limit.

Alina moaned and came around my mother’s forearm for the third or fourth time.

I knew because of my mom’s age, it would take a few minutes for the cow juice to take effect. But knowing that I was becoming a tad nervous when we approached five minutes.

Then it happened all at once, like it had with Bibi and Essie. Six inch horns erupted from her head. Her cunt and asshole thickened and gaped, the outer edges of the meaty flesh of her cunt practically merged with the meaty flesh of her asshole. Thick pink tissue hung wetly from both orifices.

I reached down and pulled her back from Alina’s cunt. Her hair was thicker and her face had taken on the typical bimbo-like features of the cow girl – big eyes, long lashes, luscious red lips.

And hanging from her chest were six big udders, similar in size and shape to the set that her mother had, except these were even thicker and milkier. Her aureoles were wide and pale brown, and her nipples trickled sweet cow milk.

The crowd, who had been watching this in relative silence, burst out and started cheering.

My mother, Shawna, knelt before me, looking like the perfect bimbo cow girl slut. She gazed up at me with her perfect little cow eyes and stroked my cock.

“Is my bull pleased with his mommy cow?” she asked, batting her long lashes.

“I am,” I said. “As soon as you give me a couple gallons of milk, I will formally welcome you to the herd.”

I slid my hard horse-like bull cock up between her tits, then up her chin. When she stuck out her tongue to lick it, I pulled it back.

“Not until you give me your first two gallons,” I said.

Lucy appeared as planned with a set of milkers. Thankfully she had prepared for the worst and brought six. She attached them to my mother’s newly-minted udders and turned on the portable milk machine. Immediately streams of milk began pouring from my mom’s big, veiny, milky cow tits.

Alina knelt down behind my mom and leaned her chin on her shoulder.

“I promised you I’d break in that asshole of yours while you milked. Ready?”

My mom leaned her head back, and my wife and mother kissed. Alina reached around and squeezed Shawna’s big milky tits, squirting a heavier flow into a milker that was already past it’s first gallon. Then Alina pushed my mother forward onto all fours, making the milkers clack against the floor as her big, heavy udders hung down.

There is something about becoming a cow (or a bull, for that matter) that you inherently know how to do certain things. My mother somehow knew intuitively what she could do to her asshole, because she leaned over and used her entire fist to pull her asshole open. Pink flesh and cow pussy juice slipped from her ass. Alina used my mother’s thick grool to lube up her hand, then slid first two fingers, then three, then her entire hand into my mom’s ass. Shawna closed her eyes and moaned as Alina pushed inside.

The milkers had reached two gallons and were still going strong, but I wasn’t going to stop Alina from warming up my mother for me. Alina was halfway to her elbow, pushing deeper and deeper. My mother arched her back and moaned, fresh streamers of milk pouring into the milker, as Alina reached her elbow, straightened her arm, and pushed just past.

The milker reached three gallons, and I gestured for Lucy to turn it off. She unhooked the milkers from Shawna’s six udders, leaving my mom’s nipples milky and puffy. I knelt down and pushed my mother’s shoulders up, causing Alina’s arm to slightly distend her stomach. My mom looked at me with her bimbo face and her big cow eyes. Her big, milky udders hung down in front of her. I leaned forward and we kissed, out tongues intertwining, her breath tasting like saffron and milk. I slipped my hard, horse-like bull cock up between her tits and slowly tit-fucked her, lubricating with her sweet milk. My cock rubbed against Alina’s hand inside her abdomen. Thick streamers of my bull semen mixed with my mother’s milk and coated her big veiny tits.

Alina slowly withdrew her arm from Shawna’s ass leaving it stretched and gaping. I kissed my mother again.

“Break me in,” she said. “Stretch all my holes. Go around the world. Make your mother your little milky cow slut.”

I stood up and turned to the crowd.

“This is my mother,” I said. “We turned her into a cow tonight, live in front of you and on our livestream. Hundreds are watching. Now I’m going to welcome her to the herd.”

There was an unexpected second or two of silence, like the crowd were caught offguard by this incestuous revelation. But then some woman in the back of the bar screamed “Fuck her! Fuck your mom!” After that, everyone cheered, egging me on.

I stroked my 25-inch bull cock, unleashing thick streamers of bull come down my mother’s face and tits. She opened her huge cow mouth dutifully and I slipped my monster cock inside, pushing inch-by-inch down her throat until her chin hit my balls. She choked once, retched a little, then settled down and just breathed gently as I held my cock in her throat for a count of ten. Then I gave three pulses of bull semen into her gullet and slowly withdrew my throat-slime-covered meat from her maw. When the head finally slipped past her lips, she opened her watery eyes and smiled.

“Good girl,” I said.

I pushed her down on all fours and moved behind her, stroking my cock and letting more streamers of bull juice slip from the tip. Her asshole was pink, gaping and ready, but I wanted to start with her wet cunt. The thick lobes of my mother’s labia were wide open, and they ran from the hood around her long clit, around her yawning vagina, and merged with the meaty flesh of her stretched sphincter. I gave my horse-like bull meat a hard stroke and slipped it into her wet cunt.

Shawna moaned as I pushed in deeper and deeper, grool and bull semen pouring out of her cunt around my five-to-six-inch-thick horse-shaped cock. Her lobes parted like the fucking Red Sea – and was almost as wet. About halfway down my 25-inch bull cock I felt the horse tip slide past her cervix. My mother gave a loud moan and arched her back, pushing her body backwards and driving the final foot of cock hard into her cunt. This unleashed a tidal wave of semen and grool. All six of her huge tits shook when her ass slammed against my toned stomach. Even I moaned at the sensation.

Helga, who had been operating the camera, moved to get a clear shot of my cock deep in my mom’s slit. I slid two fingers from each hand in beside my cock and pulled her open even wider, giving the viewers online a clear shot of my cock in Shawna’s cunt. I gave three pulses of bull juice into her, then began sliding back.

As my cock slipped from my mother’s cunt, Alina had come up and was using four fingers from each hand to pull my mom’s asshole wide open. A lobe of her pink cow assflesh popped out, coated with grool and begging me to drive my cock inside.

“Fuck my ass,” my mom urged, her eyes closed, her six big cow udders quivering in anticipation, milk streaming from long, hard nipples. When the tip of my cock finally slipped from her cunt, it hung open, her cervix pulled forward, gaped, and hovering just inside her yawning lobes.

“Ram it in my asshole,” my mother moaned. “Please, now. I want to be your little milky cow slut. Fill mommy’s cow whore asshole with your bull juice. I’ve been waiting so long for this moment.”

So I did. I drove my meat hard into my mom’s waiting asshole. It parted smoothly, as if this was the moment it had been waiting for, as if my 25 inches had been inside it a hundred times before. It was amazing. I went straight in and felt like I could have slid another foot inside her without any challenge.

“Oh fuck yeah,” my mother moaned. “Fuck me hard. Come on, make me come a hundred times. Fill me up. Get fucking busy.”

With that urging, I began frantically pistoning my cock in and out of my mother’s gaping asshole. She urged me to go harder and faster, as cow grool and bull come poured out of her ass. Her sphincter gaped even wider than my cock and pink ass flesh gripped my meat, sliding in and out of her asshole with each stroke of my pulsating, vein-covered bull cock.

Sweat poured off both of our bodies. As she had threatened, Alina appeared with an 24-inch-long strap-on around her hips. My mom looked up at her with her doe eyes, then opened her mouth. Alina slipped the dong all the way in.

It took a moment for Alina and I to get our motions in synch, but eventually we got a good rhythm and began spit-roasting my mom. Shawna’s eyes were closed, but moans and groans came from deep in her throat around the cock that Alina was pounding in and out of her mouth. Despite having just been milked, fresh saffron cow milk poured from my mom’s udders, puddling on the stage just below veiny tits that hung to the floor.

Sodomizing my mother was a transcendental experience. It was as if we were born for this moment. Me with my massive horse-like bull cock, my mother with her deep cow asshole. Me with my sculpted bull physique, my mom with her six udders and bimbo body. Me with endless bull energy, my mom with endless cow desire. It was incredible.

My wife and I spit-roasted my mother for what seemed like forever. Helga captured every angle, every stroke, every possible drop of bodily fluids that poured from us. The crowd was screaming their approval, but I barely heard it. All I knew was the rhythm of my cock sliding in and out of my mother’s asshole and the thud as both Alina and I would bottom out on each stroke.

I must have unloaded a half a gallon of bull juice, at least, into my mom’s asshole. And I would bet she exuded at least that much grool from her asshole and cunt. I have no idea how many times she came because I lost track at eight.

I thought it was time to slow down and give my mother a break, but my grandmother Bibi – Shawna’s mother – appeared beside me. She pulled me back, letting my cock slide out, then grabbed the shaft and pushed me back in with her holding on. My cock and my grandmother’s forearm slipped into my mother’s asshole. The diameter of the two combined must have been staggering.

My mother didn’t seem to care. The herbs she had taken to increase her chances of having more udders also seemed to have opened up her ass wider. She pulled off of Alina’s dong and egged me to fuck her harder before my wife grabbed her horns and forced her throat back down the strap on.

I lost track of time. I fucked, I fucked, I fucked. Come poured from my bull cock. Grool poured from my mother’s cow asshole. My grandmother switched hands twice, and still I fucked my mother’s deep, stretched asshole. On we went.

Finally, I decided I had had enough. I slowed down and slowly slid my cock from my mother’s asshole. Her inflamed red flesh slipped out around my cock, hanging out of the gaped sphincter. I walked around to where Alina was still face-fucking her. My wife slid her artificial cock out of my mother’s mouth. Shawna looked up at me and smiled. How she could smile after that abuse I had no idea. Clearly my mother had truly become another one of my slut cow girl herd.

Bibi, Shawna’s mother, moved into position and started sucking bull come from her daughter’s asshole, taking her red, inflamed, stretched assflesh into her mouth and licking off the juice. My mom moaned.

I gently took my mother’s cow horns and moved her face back to my cock.

“You wanted me to take you around the world,” I said, and drove my cock that had just come from her asshole straight down her throat. She moaned and retched, then fell silent as my balls hit her chin. I stroked my cock in and out of her mouth a dozen times, giving her several pulses of bull juice, before pulling back out and shooting several more loads across her face.

“Am I a good little mommy cow slut?” she asked, smiling, her visage coated in my bull juice.

I nodded.

The rest of the night was a blur. I fucked my mom’s ass off and on for the next two hours, before we finally closed up. I crawled into bed that night for the first time with two alpha cows – Alina my wife, and Shawna my mother. I was in the middle and surrounded by big milky udders as I slept. It was divine.

The next morning we all slept in. The wolves showed up around noon to help us clean up and get ready for starting normal operations on Monday.

Alina, Shawna, and I were sitting on the porch late in the afternoon taking a break when Lyca came up.

“Well, it looks like things are all set for Monday, and…” she started, but was interrupted by the sound of a police car coming down the driveway. It was the deputy we had met after we had been robbed a couple weeks before. He climbed out of his car and walked over to the porch. His face looked grim and he started talking without even going through any formalities.

“We’ve caught the criminals who stole your product...but it turns out there’s a lot more to this than just some stolen cow girl milk. We really could use your help.”

PART IX

I stared at the Deputy blankly for a moment.

“You need our help?” I said. Alina and my mother, Shawna, both seemed similarly surprised.

Lyca recovered more quickly.

“What do you mean, Deputy?” she asked.

“Sorry,” he said, pausing to pull of his hat and wipe his brow with his forearm. “The past couple days have been trying. You guys did your first inspection a few days ago, right? And you had your milk tested and certified, right?”

“I guess,” I stammered, looking at Lyca.

She nodded. “We did all the usual things that come with an inspection, so yes.”

“Well when you submitted your milk to the local cooperative, they put it in their database, and got a match with another farm. They had been keeping an eye on that other farm for awhile. The paperwork the other farm was submitting looked a little shady but nothing they could take action on. The inspections were being submitted on time and were certified by someone with a credentials in another state, but still, nothing to set them off completely. But when you submitted your milk, a couple of your cows matched milk that had been submitted from that other farm.”

“Wait...the other farm submitted some of our stolen milk as their own for their inspection results?” I said. “That makes no sense.”

“Actually, it does. That’s probably the main reason they stole it. They weren’t interested in re-selling it, they wanted to use it for their own certification,” the Deputy said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because they’re shady as hell and their own milk won’t pass muster. The state knew you guys were legit because you had wolves running the show, and when they found you had a police report for stolen product - that was enough for the state board to send us in force with a couple of their inspectors to take a look at that other farm. What we found was ugly. There were a dozen cow girls, and another half-dozen each of pig and sheep girls. The conditions were deplorable, they were being kept in pens I wouldn’t want actual cows, pigs, and sheep to be kept in. It was awful.”

Lyca was shaking her head and cursing softly. Alina and Shawna looked shocked, and I felt the same.

“That’s terrible,” I said. “I don’t know what we can do to help, I will do whatever I can.”

“We’ve got two dozen cow, pig, and sheep girls at a hotel out by the interstate. Six of them just want to go home. So if Lyca’s pack can turn them into wolves instead of cow variants, we can get them reunited with their family. The other eighteen wanted to be cow/pig/sheep girls, but they were misled as to how they would be treated at the other farm. We don’t want to send them to the cow pounds – we’re trying to shut those horrible things down - so...”

“So what I think you’re saying,” Lyca interrupted. “Is they need a good bull and a good farm.”

“How many more can I take on?” I asked Lyca. “You told me I was already getting close to maxing out. I thought that was why I had a horse cock? Plus, what about these sheep and pig girls? They’re not cows, are they?”

“Pig girls and sheep girls are variants of cow girls,” Lyca replied. “Pig girls are, well, a lot curvier than cow girls, they have heavy hips, wide asses, and pregnant-looking stomachs that hold huge amounts of milk. They produce a lot of milk, but unless their diet is just right, it can be a lower quality. They were called pig girls before science knew they were just variants of cow girls – and they were called pigs because they were so chunky and because when they are aroused, milk from their belly comes out all their orifices – making a mess. Pig girls also have a mild skin condition. There is a special kind of mud that works best for them and they need to cover themselves in in a couple times a week. If we bring pig girls onto the farm, they will need a pig girl sty where we keep their special mud baths. You’ll love fucking pig girls, especially muddy pig girls. Sheep girls produce less milk, but their patch of fur runs all the way from just above their clit up to their collar bone. The fur is soft and warm and can be made into some amazing garments – and it is incredibly valuable. But let me emphasize again, these are all just variations on cow girls.”

“That’s a lot to digest,” I said. “But I still don’t understand how I can take on more cows if I am already maxing out.”

Lyca just smiled. “You leave the logistics to us wolves. If you’re willing to take them on, we will find a way to make it work. Let’s start out by meeting these other candidates, just give me a few minutes to make a couple of calls first.”

She stepped away to the side and talked on her phone while the deputy, Alina, Shawna, and I sat there quietly waiting for her return. My head was spinning. This was a lot of information to digest, especially after the anticipation and excitement the previous night had left us all feeling a little spent. I had no idea how Lyca was going to make this work. But I had seen enough from the wolves up to this point that I felt confident she had something up her sleeve that would work out.

And, frankly, I had come to trust Lyca. She had always kept my best interest at heart and delivered what she promised. That meant a lot after some of the shenanigans my mother-in-law and grandmother had pulled.

Finally she returned. Alina, Shawna and I climbed into my car, while Lyca and the Deputy hopped into his cruiser and pulled out.

It only took a few minutes to get to a Holiday Inn Express out by the throughway.

“We’ve got them all their own rooms for now, and they were able to spend the night in comfort for the first time in what I think has been several months of captivity,” the Deputy said as we climbed out of the cruiser. “When I talked to them this morning, they were all in pretty high spirits.”

“How long can we keep them up in the hotel?” Lyca asked. “I am guessing the state is only going to pay for their upkeep for so long.”

“We’ve cut a deal with the hotel, so we can keep them here for a little bit. But if this drags out more than a couple weeks, it’s going to get dicey.”

“So what, exactly, do you expect of me?” I asked.

“Here’s a list of the rooms where they are staying,” the deputy said, handing the list to Lyca. “Go interview each one, and if you decide they are good matches for your farm, then they’re yours. Once you have a housing situation figured out, we can move them out of here.”

“Do we ‘welcome them to the herd’ here?” I asked.

“Why not?” Lyca said. “We can bring in portable milking machines for their use, and we can bring groups of four or five to the farm each day. That way they will all have a couple days a week at the farm until we get this entire situation ironed out.”

“I guess,” I sighed. I looked at the list of girls over Lyca’s shoulder. “Maybe we get my first meeting with a pig girl and a sheep girl out of the way now?”

“You sound nervous,” Lyca said.

“Can you blame me? I’ve never seen one of these types before, so I’m not sure what I’m getting into.”

“Don’t worry about the sheep girls. They are just like regular cows except for the strip of fur. So you’ll adjust without an issue to the sheep girls. It’s the pig girls that can be a little jarring at first.”

I scanned down the list Lyca held.

“Right here, room 318. Jenna, a pig girl. We can go meet her. Shouldn’t she be somewhere she can get some of that mud you talked about?”

“We can get them some creams that will tide them over until we have a proper sty for them.”

The deputy bowed off, leaving Lyca, Alina, Shawna, and myself to pile into the elevator to the third floor.

We found room 318, and Lyca knocked. We heard someone approach the door and look out through the peephole. A sweet, feminine voice from inside called “who is it?”.

“I’m Lyca Blue. I’m the alpha she-wolf from the local wolf pack. With me are Brendan, Alina, and Shawna, the bull and alpha cows from the Daisy and Clover Cow Farm. The deputy sent us.”

I heard the sound of the door being unlocked, then it opened from the inside and I got my first glimpse of a pig girl.

She had the classic bimbo face of a cow girl – perfect ruby lips, long lashes, big gorgeous eyes, luxurious blonde hair that fell halfway down her back. Her big, milky udders stuck out in front of her, straining against the thin tank she wore, her wide aureoles and long nipples pushing through the fabric. As Lyca has warned, her hips and ass were bigger than the usual cow girl. Not immense, mind you, but still, this girl was thick underneath her tights. There was going be a lot to hold on to when I welcomed her to the herd.

Her horns were different from most cow girls. They were short and were coming out of the sides of her head just in front of her ears. They were slightly turned downwards and were more reminiscent of a pig’s tusks than a cow’s horns.

I could see her landing strip through the thin fabric of her tights and tank. It was a pale blonde that matched her hair.

But the most stunning part of her was her tummy. Extended out below her gigantic cow girl tits, her stomach did, indeed, look pregnant. Surprisingly, it was firm, it didn’t slosh, but there was clearly a lot of milk in there. Her big udders were pushed upwards and outwards by the bulb of milk in her abdomen so they jutted out even more than they did for a regular cow girl and stuck out a little to the outside.

“Why don’t you come on in,” Jenna said, gesturing us into the room. Five of us in the hotel room was a little crowded, but we made due.

“The deputy told me about what happened,” I began. “I am so sorry, that sounds inhumane.”

“It was, it was terrible,” Jenna said. “When you’re a cow girl, or a pig girl, you expect your bull to degrade you a little, it’s part of the fun. But you also get to set boundaries. If you tell your bull you can’t do something, they are supposed to back off. And you expect to be given a comfortable place to live, a good diet, mud for your skin, a loving herd. That farm we were at was just…ugh.” She shuddered. “But you’re not like that from what I understand, right?”

“No, not at all,” I said. “We work with wolves, and the law enforcement knows us. In fact they came to us for help with you guys. We want you to be a happy, milky cow...I mean pig girl.”

“I would love that. That’s why I became a pig girl. I want to be a little milky, chubby pig whore. I want a good bull to fuck me, I want lots of bull come inside me, and I want milk pouring from my tits, from my ass, from my cunt, from my mouth. And I want a nice mud sty to roll around in.” She rubbed her stomach. “I was pregnant once, and I loved it so much I wanted to feel that full tummy feeling all the time. I want huge bull cock sliding up against my big belly full of milk.”

She paused and sighed. “Is it okay if I ask a question?”

“Of course,” I said. “What do you want to know?”

“If I am going to join your farm, I need another one of the pig girls on your list to come with me.”

“Sure, we are meeting with all of them eventually, so they’ll all have the same choice as you.”

“But I want to know for sure she said yes. See, she’s my twin sister, her name is Olivia. Can we bring her in here too?”

I looked at Lyca, who shrugged, so I nodded. Jenna made a quick text on her cell phone and a few minutes later an identical pig girl was sitting next to her on the side of the hotel room bed.

We chatted with Olivia just as we had with Jenna. They both gave off a very positive vibe and were amenable to the arrangements that Lyca laid out. As we talked I kept feeling my eyes wandering down to the pig girls’ milky tits and their fat, milky tummies.

I hadn’t had much of an erotic vibe from Jenna or Olivia up until that very moment, when suddenly I realized I wanted to feel those full bellies of theirs. And, if I was honest, what I really wanted was to feel that bubble of milk pressed against my cock as I slipped it into whatever holes they preferred.

Olivia caught me checking out her pregnant-looking stomach for the third time.

“Have you ever felt a pig girl’s stomach?” she asked, smiling.

“Honestly, I didn’t even know pig girls existed until recently,” I said. “So no.”

“Let’s fix that now,” Jenna said and started to peel off her top, but Lyca put a hand on her arm and interrupted.

“Not so fast,” she said. “We need to go over a few details first.”

Jenna pouted for a moment, then nodded. “Sure, you seem like really nice people. If you’ll take me in and give me a nice farm to live at, I want to be a good little piglet whore for you.” Olivia nodded in agreement.

“Good,” Lyca said. “The farm where you will be going to does more than produce milk. It also has a cow bar, does live streams, has live milking, and other adult services. You will participate in these sorts of activities. We also require our girls to get the farm logo tattooed on their ass, sort of like a brand, and they also get certain standard piercings. Does that sound okay to you.”

“That sounds hot. I’m in,” Jenna said.

“Me too,” Olivia echoed. “But why isn’t she pierced?” She pointed at my mom, Shawna.

“She was just brought into the herd last night,” I replied. “Haven’t had a chance.”

“Oh, okay,” Olivia said, nodding. “By the way, how big is...you know…” she gestured at my shorts.

“Brendan is immense,” Lyca replied. “25 plus inches long, six inches diameter at the base. He has a horse cock, so you know he’s huge. And he may still be growing, we aren’t sure.”

“Oh...fuck...yeah,” Olivia squealed. Jenna hugged her.

Lyca brought the conversation back around to business.

“You will be located at a secondary site very near the main farm, we’re still working that out. You will have your own small cow house. You can have a car or anything you like, we have a very generous financial arrangement. You can take vacations, have your family come visit, whatever you want. We are a very open, family-friendly operation. You will be expected to provide full complements of milk, and to perform for our adult services. We will give you creams for your skin for the time being, but when the renovations are done you will have your own mud sty. The bull will probably only fuck you directly a couple of times a week. Outside of that, you’ll mostly be serviced by a milk maid. Is that okay?”

“A milk maid?” Jenna said. “Sweet. That’s the best of both worlds. Big milky tits and…”

Lyca cut her off again. “I’m glad you’re thrilled,” she said, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye.

“Wait,” I said. “What’s a milk maid? How does that fit in here? And why did you cut her off. I don’t understand.”

Lyca leaned over and pecked me on the cheek. “Like I said, leave the logistics to the wolves…and keep an open mind. Trust me, Brendan, it will be fine, you know by now that the wolves have your best interest at heart. Jenna, why don’t you show Brendan your big tummy and get all your holes nice and milky like you said you were going to?”

I was preparing to protest when Jenna peeled off her top and tossed it to the side, releasing her big milky udders and her massive, bulbous tummy. Olivia did the same, then they both slipped off their tights.

How to describe the bodies of the naked twin pig girls that stood in front of me. Wow. They had the typical big, milky udders like all the cows in my herd. They were veiny and had wide brown aureoles and long nipples that were starting to trickle milk.

Cow breasts are naturally firm and jut out in front of the cow girls prominently. In the case of the pig girls, the breasts were pushed slightly outward by the big mound of their stomach that looked for all the world like they were expecting. There was also a slight roll of fat that continued around the sides of their bodies to their back. Further down, their ass and hips were big – not huge, mind you, but definitely chubby and jiggly when they moved.

I was never one for chubby women before I became a bull. I was always one for the svelte, athletic girls. Becoming a bull had turned me on to the bimbo cow look with their big, milky udders. But I would have never expected I would find these roly-poly pig girls hot.

Yet, here I sat, my bull cock straining at my shorts, begging to be cut loose, as I looked at these twin pig girls and their big, milky tits and their bulging tummies.

Olivia was slightly closer to me, so I reached for her first. I ran my fingers up the soft, but firm curve of her fat stomach, feeling the slight give similar to the cow breasts I had gotten used to feeling. Their skin was incredibly soft and felt warm against my hands as I caressed the milky mound. I leaned forward and pulled Olivia’s breasts to my face, sucking down her milk and tasting pig girl milk for the first time. It had the same saffron undertones as the rest of the herd, but it wasn’t quite as sweet. I recalled what Lyca had said about their diet being so crucial and made a mental note that we needed to get that fixed right away. Still, if I had never tasted true cow girl milk, I would have found Olivia’s milk to be amazing.

Jenna, meanwhile, had slipped to her knees and fumbled with my shorts. I decided that it would be kind to waive the two-gallon requirement after what these women had been through, but I still had one question I had to ask them.

“Ladies, you probably already knew I was going to ask this. Oral, anal, or vaginal?”

“Pig girls love it in all our holes,” said Jenna. “It just comes with being a chubby little pig girl slut. It’s part of our mystique. You just put your bull cock where ever your mood suits you. We’ll be happy little pig whores whichever you choose.”

I pulled Olivia’s big, milky udders back to my face and sucked down some more of her pig girl milk. I rubbed my hands all over her big, bulbous tummy and then moved them along her back and squeezed the cellulite in her ass cheeks. Her thick ass jiggled.

Olivia pulled back from me, spread her legs a little and opened her mouth. Then she wrapped her arms around her fat stomach and squeezed. Milk gushed out of her big nipples. After another squeeze, more milk slipped from her cunt and ran down her thighs. Simultaneously, milk trickled from the corner of her mouth, ran down her chin and fell onto her big, fat titties and stomach.

It was messy, but hot. Another reason, I guessed, they were called pig girls.

Jenna, who was still on her knees, pulled my shorts down and let out a rather pig-like squeal.

“Holy shit, that’s huge,” she said, stroking my horse-shaped bull cock and bringing it fully to attention. “I fucking want that cock.” She opened her mouth in that special way that all types of cow girls can, and slipped the big head of my horse-like bull cock into her mouth. Thick streamers of milk slid from her mouth around my meat as she pulled it deeper inside of her. The feeling was amazing. I stood up, grabbed her horns, and slowly guided her milk-filled gullet down my cock. Her eyes were closed and the edges of her ruby lips were turned up in an enigmatic smile as her milk gushed out of her mouth around my thick meat. When her lips finally landed at the base of my two-foot bull cock, she moaned in pleasure.

Olivia, not to be ignored, leaned her big, fat tummy against the side of my chest, pressing her milky tits against me. I leaned down and kissed her, and she passed me a slug of milk from her mouth into mine. I gulped it down just in time for another mouthful to pass from her lips. I ran my hand down her back. Between her ass cheeks I could feel her meaty asshole, soaking wet. When I pulled my hand back, it, too, was covered in milk.

Lyca, not wanting to get turned into a pig girl or cow girl by all the juices flowing among the pig girls, mumbled something about waiting outside and slipped from the room.

Meanwhile, Jenna, being a good, submissive little pig girl slut, still had her mouth pressed around the base of my cock with the entire 25 inches deep inside her maw. My meat was pulsing a steady stream of bull come into her stomach. I could feel the big sac of milk in her fat tummy sloshing against my cock. Milk was cascading from her lips and down across her big belly and veiny, milky tits. The sensation of warm milk squirting from her throat around my cock was incredible. I took her horns/tusks in my hands like handlebars and began pistoning my meat in and out of her maw, face-fucking her. She let out a pig-like squeal of pleasure around my cock as I slid the immense shaft in and out of her pouty, stretched, bimbo pig lips. More milk poured from her mouth, hot around my throbbing meat.

Olivia moved behind Jenna, got down on her knees, and pulled her twin sister’s chubby ass cheeks apart. She slipped three fingers from each hand into Jenna’s ass and pulled it open, sending a spout of milk out of the pink meaty orifice. She leaned down and sucked the milk pouring from her sister’s asshole like she was drinking from a water fountain, covering her face with her sister’s anal milk.

At Jenna’s other end, I continued the pace, driving my cock in and out of her pig-girl lips, squirting more bull semen into her maw. She still had the smile on her face as thick threads of milk gushed out around my cock and ran down onto the hotel room carpet. Her fat tummy and milky tits jiggled as I pistoned my meat into her bimbo pig face.

Jenna shivered and I felt her come for the third or fourth time. A fresh load of milk squirted from her mouth around my cock. I gave her gullet four or five more shots of bull semen, then began sliding my cock from her distended throat. Milk and semen spurted from her lips as my thick, veiny shaft pulled out of her gullet. Finally, when my wide, horse-like cock head popped from her throat, she gave a little cough and looked up at me with her big, wide eyes and bimbo lips.

“Did my new bull like my milky throat?” she asked.

I nodded, then grabbed her sister Olivia’s tusks, spinning her around and pushing her gently onto all fours, pressing her face into her sister’s and letting her suck the bull semen and milk gushing from her lips.

I moved behind Olivia and pulled her fat pig girl ass cheeks apart, revealing her meaty cunt and thick, gaping asshole. Milk was slipping from both. I coated my cock with her milk, then pulled her raggedy asshole apart with my fingers. Milk gushed from her sphincter when I gaped her, pushed out by the pink flesh that popped out slightly. I pressed the wide head of my horse-like bull cock against the pink crinkly dome and slipped inside Olivia’s asshole.

Olivia moaned, pressing her fat stomach against her sister’s and and hugging as I slipped my throbbing, pulsating, ejaculating meat inside her sphincter. Milk and bull semen squirted out of her hole around my veiny cock. Jenna helped pull her sister’s fat ass cheeks apart as wide as possible so I could drive in deeply, stretching her thick, ragged asshole around my two-foot pillar of bull cock.

I realized I had almost forgotten about my wife and mother who had come with me. I glanced over in their direction. My mom had peeled off her top and all six of her big cow udders were hanging free. My wife had her lips attached to one of them and was sucking the thick milk from my mom’s engorged tit.

Olivia and Jenna also seemed to remember that there were other variations of cow girls in the room. My mother turned and pressed her big six-pack of milky udders into Olivia’s face, letting the pig slut suck from her big tits as I slowly drove my meat deeper and deeper into Olivia’s asshole. Jenna abandoned her sister and pressed her fat body against my wife’s, embracing her and falling onto the other bed in a passionate kiss. Alina stripped off her remaining clothes and spread Jenna’s legs, sucking down the pig girl milk that was gushing out of Jenna’s cunt and asshole.

I reached up and pushed Jenna’s face deeper into my mother’s udders as my washboard bull stomach finally hit Jenna’s ass, sending waves through her flabby cheeks. I was all the way inside the pig girl’s asshole, and I began slowly pistoning in and out of her sphincter, making her hips quiver and quake She moaned into my mother’s big udders as I sodomized her. My mother leaned forward and we kissed over Jenna’s chubby pig girl body, semen and milk squirting from Jenna’s asshole around my monster cock. I slipped two fingers from each hand into Jenna’s asshole on either side of my cock and stretched it even wider, eliciting another pig-like squeal from her as I pressed even deeper into her fat anus. Inside, I could feel the end of my cock bouncing against the big sac of milk in her tummy. It felt amazing as I poured more semen into her, adding to the load that was already in her deep pig girl ass.

By this point my mother had rolled onto all fours and Jenna had her arm in her ass almost to the elbow. My mother was moaning as Jenna pumped her asshole, and as I simultaneously sodomized Jenna. I stared at my mom’s gaping ass, which turned me on even more, sending more loads of semen into Jenna. She squealed yet again.

Alina and Olivia were in a 69 now, rolling around on the floor, and I felt Jenna come for the seventh or eighth time. I looked over at my mother’s ass again. I had only penetrated it for the first time the previous night, and I still wanted so much more. I figured it was a perfect way to end.

I jerked my monster bull cock out of Jenna’s milky ass, and nudged Jenna out of the way. When Jenna popped her arm out of my mother’s asshole, my mom looked up and smiled when she saw me hovering over her. No words passed between us, none needed to. I gave one mighty thrust and drove my cock all the way into my mother’s gaping, raggedy bottomless ass. She came hard around my meat as I shot load after load inside of her.

The ardor in the room subsided as I hugged my mother from behind and let my cock slowly soften inside her ass. At last I slipped from her sphincter, leaving it gaping and inflamed, dribbling my bull come.

“Welcome to the herd,” I said to Jenna and Olivia.

A knock came at the door and Jenna peeked out, then opened it, letting Lyca slip back in.

“It sounded like you guys were done, so I thought I would see if it was safe for me to come back,” Lyca said. “What do you think of your first taste of pig girl?”

“I like it,” I said. “But I think we made a mess of this hotel room.”

Lyca nodded. “We’ll have to pay for the hotel room cleaning. From now on if you’re welcoming pig girls we either put down plastic or take them back to the farm for their christening.”

“So do I get to meet a sheep girl now?” I asked.

“Sheep girls are pretty much the same as regular cows except they have that super soft fur strip. So they’re no big deal. What I think we really need to talk about now are milk maids.”

PART X

“Why the sudden change in plans?” my mom, Shawna, asked.

“Because the deputy just called,” Lyca said, rubbing her forehead with her hand. “There are apparently two other rogue farms the criminals who stole your milk were running. Law enforcement folks are working on sorting out who among the cow, pig, and sheep girls wants to go to a reputable farm, and who wants to go home. But it’s a fair bet that we have at least another one to two dozen girls who will potentially be joining your farm, assuming you are still willing. So getting an additional farm location is now priority numero uno. The property we were looking at didn’t pan out, but, as it turns out, there is a large spread of an old corn and wheat farm practically next door to your farm. In fact there is a section where the two properties even abut each other – very convenient. We could put in an asphalt drive and run equipment and carts between the two properties easy-peasy. The owner is older and is looking to sell, but doesn’t want it becoming condos or something like that. So a quiet, easy sale is best for all parties. Based upon what we are hearing, the property has a lot of land and should be enough to support all of these cow girls with room to spare. I want us to go look at it right now.”

“That all sounds great,” Alina said. “And I’m pretty sure I know who you mean. We even considered making that lady an offer for her farm before we bought our place, but it was pretty run down.”

“I remember her, too,” I added. “But can the three of us get back to interviews if the wolves have the logistics under control, as they always do?” I smiled my most charming smile.

“Yes and no,” Lyca said. “We need to do some more interviews, definitely. But the immediate need isn’t for cow, pig, or sheep girl interviews. The critical need is for milk maid interviews. After we go see this other farm, we should have time to knock out a couple before it gets towards evening. Sorry, I know this is a lot to process, and it’s not how you wanted to spend your Saturday afternoon, but the calls from the deputy threw everything into chaos.”

“Now wait a sec,” I interrupted. “A little while ago you were giving me the blow off when I asked about milk maids, now they’re so critical that we need to meet with candidates ASAP. Why? And what the hell is a milk maid anyway?”

“It’s complicated,” Lyca said. “And you need to keep a very open mind.”

“Just how open?”

“For you, probably not too much more open than you already are. For some bulls, it’s a pretty big stretch.”

“You’re making me nervous,” I said.

“It’s going to be fine,” Lyca added, patting my arm. “Milk maids are just another special kind of cow girl. A very, very special kind of cow girl. And there are two of them waiting for word from me to come by your farm for an interview. So we let’s go check out the other property, then head home. You and your alphas should clean up before you meet with the candidates. Right now you three smell like pig girl milk from a less-than-honorable farm.”

We climbed into my car, Lyca insisting I let Alina drive, then she explained about milk maids.

“Milk maids act as backup bulls in situations like we have here where there are more cows than a bull can service by himself alone. Once a milk maid has been dominated by her bull and has had all three of her holes filled with a bull’s semen, she begins producing the bull’s semen herself, and can use it to satisfy the bull’s cows on the bull’s behalf. The bull still should fuck each of his cows at least once a week or so, but as long as he fills up the milk maid regularly, she can take care of the day-to-day satisfaction of the extended herd.”

“That sounds...interesting, but there is a piece I am still unclear on,” I said.

Lyca bit her lip. “And what piece is that?”

“How can the milk maid ‘satisfy’ a cow girl on my behalf? I mean, she doesn’t have the right hardware, right?”

There was a long, uncomfortable pause.

“Right?” I added, more weakly.

“A milk maid takes a special set of supplements before becoming a cow girl. She has a mouth, an ass, and a cunt like a regular cow girl,” Lyca said. “But once a bull dominates her and fills her holes up, her clit grows into a cock that is identical to the bull’s – though an inch or so shorter.”

“A milk maid grows a cock?” I stammered.

Lyca nodded. “Yes, but a properly subservient milk maid will never have her cock out when around her bull unless he orders her to show it. A correctly dominated milk maid will have her cock retracted inside her body and will show only a large clit when around her dominating bull. But when alone around her bull’s cows, it is her job to fulfill all the duties of the bull. Just remember, the key to successfully using milk maids lies in proper domination. And also remember, we wolves are here to help you keep your milk maids in line, if we need to. But we only deal with quality milk maids, so that shouldn’t be a problem.”

“This is...weird…” I said.

“And being a bull isn’t weird already?” my mom said.

“True, but this takes weird to a whole new level,” I sighed.

There was a long pause in the conversation. I stared off in the distance as we drove past our farm and just a short distance further down the road.

“We can explore more about the milk maids later,” Lyca said finally, with a sigh. “Because we have arrived at the farm we want to purchase.”

We pulled off the highway and onto a long dirt driveway leading to an aging farmhouse. A dozen yards behind the house was a dilapidated old barn. A low mountain ridge ran a quarter mile behind the farm. An elderly lady was sitting on the front porch of the house. The whole scene looked like something out of an Andrew Wyeth painting.

“Picturesque, but a mess,” I said, not even getting out of the car. “That house looks like its about to fall down, and the barn is already halfway there.”

“Yeah, looks like we’ll be starting from scratch here,” Lyca said. “But that’s okay. We can have these buildings cleared in two days. Within a week or two it’ll look like your farm. It’s all good. Just go easy on her. She probably would be brokenhearted if we told her we were thinking about tearing down the family farmhouse. I suspect she’s going off to live with her kids or something like that. Actually, how about if you let me do most of the talking?” Lyca added.

“Good idea,” I replied.

We got out of the car and slowly approached the lady sitting on the porch. She looked like she had to be at least 75, maybe older, and wore a plain faded, flowered dress of a rough fabric. Her long, white hair was pulled back into a no-nonsense pony tail. But while her face was withered, her crystal blue eyes peered out sharply. She stood as we approached, straight and strong, and smiled.

“You folks are from that cow farm up the road, right?” she asked.

“Yes,” Lyca said. “We’re very interested in…” she continued, but the lady cut her off.

“I’m Myrtle, this farm has been in my family for three generations. My husband is dead, my son and daughter moved to the city and I never hear from them. I’m the last of the breed. I’ll give you the property for your cow farm for just ten grand with one requirement. I’ve been reading about these cow girls you got over there, and I also figure you want to buy my farm to expand. From what I read on the internet, if you are expanding, you need some of those girls who fill in when there’s too many cows for the bull to satisfy.

“You mean a milk maid?” Lyca asked.

“Yeah, one of them. Make me one of them. As far as my farm goes, tear everything down, build it up like you did your other place. Do whatever works, just let me be a milk maid, let me have a big cock and fuck all them cow girls. Give me one of those cute little cow girl houses you got over at your place. I want it right over there with a nice view of the mountains. I been looking at those hills my entire life, and I don’t want to change now. Those are my only requirements. So, do we have a deal?”

“Um…” I said, looking at Lyca.

Lyca’s eyes got really wide for a moment, then she smiled.

“Myrtle, we can make that work for you. If that’s what you want, my wolves can draw up the paperwork and have it for you to sign, say, lunchtime tomorrow. You do understand that turning into a cow this late in life can have some unexpected...consequences.”

“You mean having six titties like that girl right there?” she pointed at my mom. “That works for me. As long as I get to be young again get one of those big bull cocks, six milky tits is fine by me.”

“And you understand a milk maid has to be subservient to her bull in all ways?”

“I know that,” Myrtle said. “I’ve been reading on the internet, I know all this stuff. I’ll do whatever I need to do to be a good little milk maid whore. Make me young again and my bull can do whatever he wants, where ever he wants, whenever he wants, in whichever hole he wants. I don’t care.”

“Plus you know we do some additional services besides just milk,” I added.

“Yep, doing the hot young camwhore thing sounds like a blast,” Myrtle shot back. “And the piercing and tattooing too.”

I think at this point my jaw was hanging open, hearing all this nasty talk out of this old, withered, sweet country gal. I was speechless, but Lyca, thankfully, was still all business. Not for the first time, I was grateful for the wolves. Not even for the first time that day.

Lyca reached into her briefcase and pulled out three bottles of pills.

“You need to take these for at least four days before we turn you into a cow in order to be primed to be a milk maid. Then the transition to cow then to milk maid can be done in one session. Myrtle, it is a pleasure doing business with you.”

“The pleasure is mine. Now if you don’t mind, I would like to be left alone to enjoy my last evening of life on this farm the way it used to be, before you make it over – and I start a brand new life.”

“Certainly,” Lyca said. We trooped back to the car without even having sat down.

Lyca shook her head when we got inside the car. “If these two milk maids we’re meeting shortly pan out, Myrtle will make three, that’s perfect,” Lyca said, laughing as Alina started the engine. “I’ve had easy business deals, but that was crazy.” She picked up her phone, called her attorneys to have them draw up the paperwork for the farm purchase, then she had a quick text conversation with someone.

“The first milk maid candidate will be at your house in 30 minutes. That should give just enough time to get home and for you three to freshen up.”



We scooted back to our farm. Shawna, Alina, and I washed off in the cow shower behind the barn, and pulled on some clean clothes, then took our seats on the front porch of the farmhouse. I had butterflies in my stomach like crazy but no idea why. Maybe it was the domination thing, or maybe it was just the idea of having milk maids with cocks hanging around my herd. Jealousy? I don’t know, but whatever it was, it felt weird.

Right on time, a Jeep came down the driveway and parked in front of the house. A cow girl in a light flowery sundress climbed out and approached us.

She had all the usual cow girl features – perfectly coiffed black hair, six inch horns sprouting from her head, bimbo-like face, long lashes, full red lips, big milky udders. I didn’t need to see her stomach to know she had a cow-like patch of fur on her abdomen.

To my surprise, she stopped at the foot of the steps leading up to the porch and looked down at the ground.

“Permission to approach?” she said.

I glanced at Lyca.

“Well, can she come up and join us?” Lyca asked.

“Of course, yes, come up,” I said. “Sorry, I am new at this.” I gestured towards an empty chair.

The cow girl took a seat and crossed her legs primly, keeping her eyes downcast.

“My name is Prudence,” she said. “I understand you are looking for a milk maid.”

“Yes, we are,” I said, starting to gain my confidence back a little. “A couple of them. We recently took on a bunch of new cows from an operation that wasn’t exactly working within the confines of the law. We have a couple dozen new cows, pigs, and sheep girls. I’m a pretty active bull, but that’s just too much.”

“Brendan has a horse cock,” Lyca added. “So you’ll get one too, like we talked about on the phone.”

“That sounds awesome,” Prudence said. “How big is it?”

“25 inches, and possibly still growing,” Lyca said. “Six inch diameter at the base.”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” she said. “That means I’ll be two feet and thick as a tree trunk. Sweet.” She paused, turning her eyes back to the ground. “Of course, that is, if the bull wants it.”

Lyca smiled. “You seem appropriately subservient.”

“I am. I’m the best little submissive milk maid whore you could imagine. I’ll be a good girl. I promise.”

“Why do you want to be a milk maid?” I asked.

“I’ve always fantasized about having a cock. And I’ve always been a submissive. So it all fits together.”

“Ever been with a girl?” Lyca asked.

“I had a girlfriend in college and shortly after. We were together for three years,” Prudence replied.

“Okay, so do you prefer anal, oral, or vaginal?” I inquired.

“Whatever my bull wants is fine by me. I’m just a little milk maid whore.”

Lyca and I exchanged a glance, then I shrugged.

“She seems to fit the bill,” I said, just as the sound of another car coming up the driveway reached our ears.

“Good,” Lyca said. “Prudence, you can wait in the barn. We’ll be there shortly.”

Prudence stood, then I held up my hand.

“Not so fast,” I said. “Prudence, strip.”

Prudence smiled, then peeled off her dress, letting her big milky cow girl tits swing free. She had all the standard cow girl equipment, and I had an image flash through my mind of what she would look like with a two-foot horse cock. I had to admit, it was intriguing.

The other car had come to a stop and a red-haired cow girl in a pair of tights and a spaghetti tank climbed out. She stopped and looked at the scene playing out in front of her, then turned her eyes downward like Prudence had done.

“Am I interrupting something my bull is doing?” she asked, staring at the ground.

“No, not at all,” I said. “Prudence, please come here and sit at my feet.”

Prudence did as instructed and sat primly on the porch floor, naked, next to my feet. I gestured for the ginger cowgirl to come up onto the porch. She, too, stopped at the foot of the steps and asked for permission, which I granted.

“My name is Amelia,” she said when she was seated, still staring at the floor.

“Hello Amelia,” I said, feeling more and more comfortable by the minute. “Why do you want to me a milk maid?”

“Easy,” she said. “I was born bisexual with a strong thing for using strap-ons on my girlfriends. It made sense that I might want a cock of my own. But when it came to my boyfriends, I was always extremely submissive. A perfect combination for a milk maid, if it pleases my bull.”

“So far, I’m pleased,” I shot back. “Do you have a preference as to which hole you like?”

“Whatever makes my bull happy. Can I ask…?” she started, but Lyca interjected.

“25 long, six at the base, horse shaped, possibly still growing.”

“Wow, nice. Let me be a milk maid and I will be the most submissive whore you have in your herd, and I will keep your cow girls nice and satisfied – but only when you aren’t around, of course. When you are I am just another cow to be fucked by her bull. Sorry if I was too forward.”

I smiled to Lyca. Lyca nodded back.

“Prudence,” I said. “Strip Amelia.”

“Yes sir,” she said and stood up. Amelia stood and lifted her arms over her head, allowing Prudence to pull off her tank and letting her big, milky cow girl tits swing free. It looked like it had been a little while since she last milked, because a streamer of milk slipped from one of her long nipples. Prudence pulled down Amelia’s tights, and Amelia ran her hand down between her legs. Prudence licked one of Amelia’s milky nipples.

“Amelia, did I give you permission to touch yourself?” I asked. “And Prudence, did I give you permission to lick her udders?”

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence, then both girls said “no, sir” almost simultaneously, gazing back at the floor.

“To the barn with both of you,” I said. “If you are going to be my milk maids, you will clearly have to be broken in properly.”

“Helga has the barn all ready,” Lyca said. “If you want to turn them into milk maids now, there are already some online folks waiting for a show. First, let me cover a couple of key points for our new recruits.” She turned to Amelia and Prudence, “You understand that you will be milk maids, subservient to the bull. You also understand that you are participating in a farm that provides adult services like streaming, camshows, a cow bar, and the like. You will be expected to be active players on all of our enterprises. Does all of that sound fine to you?”

“Yes, thank you,” both girls said almost simultaneously.

Alina spoke up. “You also need to understand that we have our farm’s logo tattooed on your ass cheek, and you will need to have your nipples pierced like ours, as well as your labia near the clit, and a couple of other places. Is that okay?”

Both girls nodded. “That’s hot,” Amelia added.

“Great,” I replied, “Are you both fine with getting turned into maids now?”

“Yes, sir” they both replied. Though their faces were still downcast, I could see the smile play across their faces.

“Perfect,” Lyca said. “The barn is over there. The camera girl there is named Helga. Alina and Shawna, could you take the girls over while Brendan and I cover a couple more points? I noticed that a couple of the thigh-high boots in the barn are in need of a cleaning, if you get my drift.”

My wife and mother both smiled and nodded. The milk maid candidates also nodded but kept their eyes downcast. They started towards the barn, but I held up my hand and pointed at Prudence and Amelia.

“Crawl,” I said. They giggled, but did as told slipping down on their hands and knees. I slapped their butt cheeks and sent them off to the barn, watching their cute cow behinds (now with my red hand print) and their meaty cow labia and assholes as they crawled. Grool trickled from their orifices. When they were out of sight, I turned back to Lyca.

“They seem pretty submissive,” I said. “I take it that’s what we want?”

“Yes, nice and submissive, doing as you tell them. You should make sure you have them show their cocks before we are done tonight so we can make sure they came out okay and can satisfy the cows. Have them fuck your alphas. Helga will get a semen sample to make sure it matches you. Just make sure you fill up all three of their holes, and subjugate them thoroughly.”

“Got it,” I said.

Lyca gave me some pointers as to good ways to humiliate a milk maid, then I stripped, and made my way to the barn. Prudence and Amelia were on their knees wearing spiked collars that were chained to a barn post. Sharp nipple clamps were attached to their udders. Alina and Shawna were nude except for black thigh-high boots and the milk maids were engaged in thoroughly licking the boots clean, while receiving a gentle lashing across their backs and asses with the soft whips my wife and mother wielded over them. Helga had a camera and was filming the whole scene.

The activities in the barn definitely brought a surge to my horse-like bull cock and I felt it starting to rise, a thick streamer of semen slipping from the big horse head.

“Okay ladies,” I said. “Practice is over, time to get real. You both claim to know something about making women happy. There’s more to satisfying a cow girl than a gigantic cock. I’m not going to give you cocks and unleash you on my herd without knowing you could do the job without it. So I want you to make my mom and my wife happy using just your fingers and your mouth. And when I say fingers I mean just fingers, no fists, no arms, just fingers. Any questions?”

The milk maids shook their heads. Alina pulled up a chair in front of Prudence, and Shawna took a seat in front of Amelia.

Prudence reached out and ran her finger along my wife’s cunt, as Amelia opened her lips and approached my mother’s clit. I immediately held up my hand.

“Stop it, you dumb whores. What the fuck? What are you doing?” I yelled.

“What do you mean?” Prudence asked. “We’re doing what you said.”

“Yeah,” Amelia added. “We’re only using our fingers and mouth.”

“Well maybe it’s my fault for not saying you should also use your brain, too. Christ, you two are dumb. Okay, let me ask a question. What is the first thing you need to do before you try to satisfy a cow girl – or any woman for that matter? Any ideas?”

“Dinner and a movie?” Amelia said, and both the milk maids giggled.

I slapped one of Amelia’s udders hard enough to make her squeal.

“Any other bright ideas, bitch?”

Amelia stared at the floor, and Prudence just shook her head.

“Maybe you should use that mouth of yours to find out what the girl likes? Did that ever come to mind?”

“Oh…” Prudence said. She turned to Alina. “Do you prefer oral, anal, or in your pussy?”

“Vaginal,” my wife said.

“And you?” Amelia asked my mother.

“Ass all the way,” Shawna replied.

“Is that better?” Prudence asked.

“It’s a start,” I replied, then made a rolling gesture with my hand for them to proceed, but as soon as Amelia’s tongue touched my mother’s asshole, I hollered again.

“Wait, hold up! Seriously? You two really are unbelievable…” I shouted.

“What now?” Prudence said. “I thought you said…”

I interrupted. “And I thought I was dealing with girls of at least average intelligence. You two are short bus material. Do you really start in immediately on a cow girl’s cunt or asshole? Seriously? What is the most sensitive, sensual, erotic part of a cow girl’s body? The part that really gets them going? The part that sets them apart from other humans and other alternative humans? Any guesses? Either of you?”

Amelia held up her big milky tits. “The cow girl’s udders.”

“Right!” I said, slapping my forehead. “Jesus Christ. I was starting to get hard when I came in here but dealing with you two has destroyed the mood. If I need to interrupt either of you again, my cock is going to shrivel up and die.”

I slapped both of their asses and sat back. I figured I had humiliated enough for the moment, so I let things play out. Prudence immediately began sucking at my wife’s big milky udders, her mouth overflowing with delicious saffron milk, running down her chin and across both their tits. But Amelia, to her credit, leaned over and kissed my mother. The two shared a deep soul kiss, with Amelia’s pair of big cow tits rubbing up against my mother’s three pairs of big cow tits. Thick streamers of milk cascaded from their udders as they pressed together. But the kiss my mother and Amelia shared was far hotter than watching their tits gush. The both moaned, and their tongues slipped into each others mouths. When Amelia finally pulled back, you could see that both she and my mother were crazy turned on. An image flashed through my mind of Amelia with a two-foot horse cock bending my mother over and penetrating her asshole, udders quaking with her strokes. My cock, which had lost some of its timbre, started to rise. After a moment’s breather, they went back to their kissing.

Meanwhile Prudence had already made her way down past my wife’s tits to her cunt. I seized her hair and pulled her back.

“You seem like you’re in a pretty big hurry to get between my wife’s legs. Do I need to explain to you again about satisfying a woman?”

“I…” Prudence started, but I would have none of it. I forced her head all the way down to the thigh-high boots my wife wore.

“You need to spend a few minutes cleaning her boots with your tongue and reflecting about what you really need to do to keep my herd happy.”

Alina and I shared a look and Alina just shrugged.

“Slow learner,” my wife murmured.

I turned my attention back to Amelia and my mother. They were still in a lip lock, their bodies pressing together, and their hands roaming everywhere. My cock rocketed to full attention. I knew right then that Amelia would make a great milk maid. My meat was ready to fill all her holes right then, but my eyes just couldn’t get enough of the hot kissing and fondling going on between her and my mom. Milk gushed from their udders, and grool poured from their pussies and asses. Amelia was bent over kissing my mom, her red hair falling across my mother’s shoulders. I could see Amelia’s meaty sphincter and cunt gaping, revealing the pink flesh inside. I stroked my cock. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold off before I started penetrating Amelia’s open, begging holes, but I didn’t want to interrupt them. They were locked in their own little perfect world and it seemed like a crime to spoil it.

So I turned to the other candidate. Prudence was still licking Alina’s boots. I snagged her dark hair and pulled her back, slapping her across the face just hard enough to make her cheek pink but not enough to hurt her.

“Learned your lesson, bitch?” I asked.

Prudence nodded.

I glanced back at Amelia and my mom who were fingering each other frantically, staring deep into each other’s eyes. I decided to let sleeping dogs lies – or let fucking cows fuck. So I gave my cock a couple of hard strokes, bringing out a thick tendril of bull semen, and hovered my cock in front of Prudence’s face.

“You’ve already disappointed me,” I said, looking down at her. “But we are in a bit of a time crunch so we need to make due with what we got, even dumb whores like you.” I sighed, gave my cock a couple more strokes, then drove it roughly down Prudence’s throat.

I took at least a little satisfaction in the fact that Prudence barely even coughed, taking all 25 inches down her gullet. When my balls hit her chin, she just smiled around my gargantuan meat. I grabbed her cow horns for leverage and shook my cock around in her mouth, then began driving it in and out of her throat. But not even a hard face fuck managed to elicit a gag or a retch. However disappointing she had been in satisfying my wife, her ability to take a cock down her throat was admirable. After three or four dozen strokes into her gullet, I gave up trying to make her retch and shot three loads of bull semen into her, then jerked my horse-like bull cock out of her mouth roughly. She still just smiled up at me serenely.

“You little whore,” I murmured and slapped her across the face. I shoved my arm past the wrist down her throat and back out. Still nary a retch.

Prudence’s composure annoyed me, but I had to respect it. I slipped my hands roughly under her armpits and picked her up, pushing her back against one of the barn’s support pillars and driving my cock into her soaking cunt, penetrating her gaped cervix and shooting a load of bull semen into her hole. She wrapped her legs around my hips and pushed her lips against mine, as her big milky cow tits pressed against my chest sending streamers of saffron milk cascading across my muscular chest and abs. I pounded her against the pillar as I pistoned my meat in and out of her meaty labia and gaping snatch. My bull semen and her cunt juice mixed with the milk pouring from her big udders to form a delightful mixture that ran down my balls and thighs. I reached around and grabbed her ass for leverage, stretching her asshole open as I continued to violate her cunt with gusto. Helga got a clear camera shot for the audience of me pounding Prudence, and of her open, gaping asshole.

I shot several loads more of my bull semen into her cunt, then ripped my meat out hard. The head of my cock grabbed the inside of her gaped cervix and tugged it back a little, leaving it open and hovering just inside Prudence’s yawning, stretched vag. I dropped her, spun her around, and bent her over against the barn pillar. Her asshole was already wide open, gaping, and sluicing grool. I gave my horse-like bull cock several strokes then pushed it into her deep cow asshole, beginning a hard sodomization of this new milk maid.

I meant to fuck her ass for at least a couple of minutes before I filled her last hole. But at that moment I made the mistake of looking over at Amelia and my mom for the first time since I had started working over Prudence. Amelia was on her knees between my mom’s legs, and in defiance of my rules about fingers-and-mouths-only, she had her lips locked on my mom’s clit and her arm up past her elbow in my mom’s meaty, overused asshole. But I didn’t mind. My mom was leaned back, her eyes closed, her mouth parted slightly, her face a mask of orgiastic passion. Steady streams of milk slipped from all six of her tits.

That scene was one of the hottest thing I had seen since becoming a bull – and I had seen a lot of hot things recently. My cock immediately shot eight or nine steaming loads straight into Prudence’s stretched asshole, filling her third and final orifice.

I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Lyca had slipped into the room. She mouthed “pull out”. So I slowly slid my cock from Prudence’s asshole, leaving it gaping with pink assflesh hanging out. As soon as my cock popped from her orifice, her eyes got wide. She dropped to her knees and her hands went to her cunt. The look of surprise on her face slowly faded, to be replaced with curiosity, then delight.

Prudence looked up at me, then looked down at the ground, putting on her subservient demeanor.

“My bull shouldn’t worry, I won’t show my cock when around him,” she said, her dark hair half covering her downturned face.

“I need to see it,” I said. “We need to make sure it looks and works okay. Just this one time I need to see it. I probably won’t ask again.”

“If that’s what my bull wants, I will do what I am told,” Prudence said. Still kneeling on the floor she spread her legs and leaned back.

What happened next was yet another strange, wonderful moment in this strange, wonderful journey I was on. Her clitoris looked slightly thicker and bigger than it had previously, but suddenly it seemed to almost erupt from its hood. First a horse-like cock head emerged, spreading out wide as it slipped free of her body. Then the long, thick shaft, covered with purple, pulsating veins grew in front of her. It slid all the way out until it was almost two feet long, hard and slightly pointed upwards, hovering below her big milky udders.

“Is my bull pleased?” she asked, as a thick streamer of semen – my bull semen – slid from the tip of her newly-formed cock.

“I don’t know about your bull, but your alpha is pretty pleased,” Alina said. She slipped to the floor and pushed Prudence onto her back, pulling the newly-minted milk maid cock inside her pussy and sliding her body down the milk maid’s new meat. When her labia hit the heavy base of Prudence’s cock, she moaned and leaned forward. The two kissed as my wife began slowly fucking Prudence.

It struck me that Prudence should be the one doing the work, since she was the milk maid, but I figured I had already humiliated her enough that night. Plus my wife was clearly enjoying Prudence’s cock, and this time around there actually seemed to be something resembling passion in Prudence’s response to my wife. The pressure of the big shaft inside of her vagina caused Alina’s asshole to gape open, and thick streamers of grool poured from her anus as pussy juice and bull semen gushed out of her cunt.

Amelia and my mother had slowed their own ministrations as they watched Prudence get her cock. I came over to Amelia and patted her on the head. I really didn’t want to interrupt their tete-a-tete, but it had to be done.

“Ready?” I asked. Amelia nodded and opened her mouth, allowing me to slide my cock inside. Unlike problematic Prudence, Amelia really was a good little cow girl slut. Thinking that I wanted to let her get back to satisfying my mom as quickly as possible, I gave her gullet a couple shots of come, then had her stand up and bend over so I could dump more semen in her cunt, then her asshole. As soon as I pulled from her ass, she dropped back down on her knees like she had been before and went back to work on my mother’s asshole. She didn’t make any faces, or show any outward sign that anything was different. Lyca and I shared a look, and after watching Amelia fist my mom’s anus for two or three minutes, I tapped her on the shoulder.

“You need to show me your cock, sweetie,” I said. “I need to make sure it’s okay, and it’s serviceable. So get it out and use it on my mom instead of your arm.”

Amelia nodded and stood up. Unlike Prudence, she didn’t make a big show of sliding it out slowly. It erupted so quickly it seemed to almost magically appear. It wasn’t as big as mine, but damn it was close, and it was definitely bigger than Prudence’s.

“Oh hell yeah,” my mom said. She rolled over onto all fours and guided Amelia’s cock into her gaped asshole. Amelia slowly slid inside then pressed her body against my mother’s back. My mom tilted her head to the side so they could kiss as Amelia slowly fucked her asshole. Watching Amelia moving her ass and hips, it was clear she had definitely had some practice with strap-ons.

The magnetism between my mom and Amelia picked up unabated where it had left off, only I swear it was even hotter. Their motions were slow, passionate, needful. Their bodies were coated with a thin glow of sweat, semen, and milk as their skin slid slickly across each other in the rhythm of Amelia’s steady fuck. Holy shit it was hot.

I glanced at Prudence and my wife. The spark that had been missing before seemed to finally have come to life a little. Prudence was on top now. Alina had her legs wrapped around Prudence’s hips and the milk maid was steadily driving her big horse-like cock in and out of my wife’s cunt. Alina’s eyes were closed, her mouth was slightly open, and a steady trickle of milk slipped from her big milky udders. Prudence leaned forward, pressing her own milky udders against Alina’s, and the two kissed.

Having already unloaded into both the milk maids, I hovered back for a few minutes, watching the action, letting Helga get some super-hot footage for the folks at home. Finally I decided it was time to wrap things up. I grabbed Prudence and Amelia by their hair, pulled them back from my alphas and forced them down onto their knees. I drove my cock into Prudence’s mouth and face fucked her hard until I felt a massive load had built up in my bull balls. Then I ripped my meat from her mouth, shooting a load that coated her face from forehead to chin. I turned to Amelia and repeated the performance, turning her face into a mask of my come.

Helga pulled out some plastic sample cups and took some semen from both the new milk maids, then I crossed my arms and stood before the two, my cock still hard and throbbing in front of me.

“Put your cocks away now,” I ordered. Prudence and Amelia, their faces still coated with jizz, did as ordered, and a moment later their horse-like meat had disappeared inside their bodies.

“Never forget that your job is to serve your bull, and that you serve the bull by keeping his cows happy when he is not around. Do you understand?” I asked. Both of them nodded.

I tossed them a couple of towels, and once they had cleaned up I gave them both hugs.

“Sorry to have had to do that to you, but it was necessary. I’m glad you joined us. Welcome to the herd,” I said.

PART XI

The next few days passed relatively smoothly. We kind of took a slow day on Sunday after the craziness recently. The girls who hadn’t been tattooed and pierced yet went and took care of that – including my mom. She looked incredibly hot with big gold loops through her six long nipples. It was breathtaking. I was so turned on by her that as soon as they got home I took her up to one of the cam studios, where I tit fucked her and then bent her over and sodomized her for a live audience.

On Monday we had our weekly inspection. The big question we were all hoping to answer was just how deep my mom’s ass was. Unfortunately, the wolves’ equipment was too short. If we wanted an answer we were going to have to get creative at the next inspection – or get an insanely long dong. Her overdoing it with those herbs before her transition did things to her body that we were still trying to get a handle on.

On Monday and Tuesday we continued the interviews of the cow, sheep, and pig girls from the other farm. They pretty much all seemed solid, so we indoctrinated them. We added ten girls to the herd on Monday and Tuesday, but there were still 15 more to interview.

We put Myrtle up at the hotel where the other girls were while we started renovated her land (we had made terms with the hotel owners after the incident with the pig girls). Myrtle signed the paperwork on Sunday and the wolves arrived first thing Monday morning. By Monday night the property was leveled, and on Tuesday they started work on the utility lines around the landscape.

Tuesday evening my alphas and I were sitting on the front porch with Lyca going over the plans for Myrtle’s property. We asked a few questions, but ended up giving the green light to the plans with a couple of tweaks. One of the most exciting parts of the plan, was the inclusion of a section for the wolves. They would have an area where they could stay when at the farm, and there could be a permanent contingent of wolves onsite. Similarly, the wolves said they were building the cows an area at their headquarters that we would get to see when we went there for Helga’s conversion.

It was a sign of the bond that that been building between the pack and the farm. We were more than business partners, we were comrades and allies. It was beautiful.

Afterwards, we opened a bottle of wine and sat in the falling light enjoying the evening.

“Oh, one other thing,” Lyca said, sipping her wine. “Helga has completed her studies and is ready to join the pack. Would the three of you be available Saturday night for the ritual? Are you still up for attending and sponsoring her?”

“Of course,” I said. “It would be an honor.”

“Great, I’ll send you all the details.”

“I’ve been thinking,” Alina said. “What’s involved with someone becoming a wolf? What’s the ritual like for them to join the pack?”

“Actually, those are two completely different questions,” Lyca replied. “Becoming a wolf is pretty straightforward. Joining a pack is a little more complicated.”

“Let’s start with the simple then,” my wife said. “How difficult is it for someone – say a cow girl, for example – to become a wolf?”

“Just becoming a lone wolf not associated with a pack? It’s pretty straightforward. They have to drink a mixture of herbs and the blood of an alpha or beta she-wolf.”

“How much blood?”

“Not much, like a cup. I have a little drawn every few days and frozen, so do my betas, that way the pack always has an ample supply – it has several uses.” Lyca looked at Alina. “I have a feeling there’s a reason behind your questioning.”

“There...is,” Alina replied, turning to my mother. “How long did you take the herbs to give yourself the extra udders.”

“I took them way longer than I needed to. I started taking them a couple of weeks before the actual transition.”

“Holy shit,” Lyca interjected. “That’s crazy. Normally you only need to take them for a couple of days.”

“Yeah, and I kind of took extra doses too. I really wanted the nice six pack of titties I have,” my mom said. She pulled her shirt up and ran her hands up her six big udders with their gold rings. God they were hot. My cock stirred but I fought it back down.

Lyca turned back to Alina. “What are you driving at with these questions?”

“Okay, this may be crazy, but hear me out,” Alina said animatedly. “What if I switched from being a cow girl to a wolf girl, then took high doses of the same herbs Shawna took for a couple of days, then transitioned back to being a cow. Can I do that? Would I get six udders too?”

Lyca played absently with one of her nipple piercings through her tank top as she considered Alina’s question. “Some people who are into extreme body modifications have done repeated transitions between different types of alternate humans – literally dozens and dozens of transitions – like fifty-plus. When you start getting that high, you run the risk of permanently damaging your DNA and causing a whole host of problems. But just doing a handful of transitions over the course of your life is not risky. What you are proposing should work. And you would only need to be a wolf for a short time period. You could take the herbs for a couple of days, then we make you a wolf, then you transition right back. In theory, you should end up with four or six udders – six if you take the higher doses that Shawna took.”

“Can we do this for other cows, if they are interested?”

Lyca shrugged, nodded. “As long as we don’t deplete the pack’s blood supply, sure. And unless you plan on bringing in a couple more busloads of cows tomorrow I don’t think that should be a problem.”

“Would this work for the milk maids, too?” I asked.

“Should,” Lyca said. “We just would need to make sure we put them on the milk maid supplements as well as the udder supplements. If we move quickly back to being a cow after turning them into a wolf they might not even lose their cock. Who among your herd – milk maid or otherwise - do you think might be interested?”

“I know for sure that I am interested, and that mom and sister would be interested,” Alina replied.

“So maybe we try this out on you three, and if it works we offer it to other cows who are interested?” Lyca said. Alina nodded but I held up my hand.

“And what if it doesn’t work? Is there a risk that something will go horribly wrong?” I asked.

“The only thing I can foresee going wrong is that they would just have the same pair of tits they’ve got right now when we’re done,” Lyca said. “I will run it past my medical guys, but I have seen a lot of transitions over the years, and I would be shocked if they raised concerns.”

Alina texted Lucy and Angela. They were just wrapping up a camshow and said they would be out in a few minutes. My mom scooted up to our room and brought down the leftover supplement pills she had used before becoming a cow, and Lyca brought out a few more from her supply.

When Lucy and Angela joined us about fifteen minutes later they were straight from their camshow by way of the cow shower behind the barn. Their hair was wet and they hadn’t bothered getting dressed. Their big, veiny, milky, pierced cow udders were bare and jiggling.

“What’s up?” my mother-in-law asked as she sat down. She looked down at the pill bottles on the porch table. “What are these?”

“These are the herbs you take to get extra udders when you become a cow,” Alina said.

“Yeah, I wish I’d taken some of those myself,” Angela added.

“Well, as a matter of fact, that’s what we wanted to talk to you about,” Alina replied, laying out the rough plan we had formulated.

“So you’re saying that if I take these today and tomorrow, Thursday I can transition to a wolf, then immediately transition back, and I should get six tits like Shawna? And like Bibi?” Lucy asked.

“That’s the idea,” Alina said.

“Oh hell yeah,” Lucy said, reaching for the supplement bottle. “How many do I take?”

“Aren’t you forgetting just one thing?” Shawna asked.

“What would that be?” Alina replied.

“Getting the bull’s approval.”

They all turned and looked at me.

“This is your decision, as far as I am concerned,” I said. “Each of you get to decide for yourself whether you want to have some additional udders. I will put no pressure on any of you either way. I will just note that more udders means more milk means more money. And more udders means the bull gets more titties to play with. But it’s your call.”

“Then it’s settled,” Alina said. “And the timing is perfect because Myrtle should be ready to be transitioned on Thursday, too. We can do everything at once.”

“Not so fast,” Lyca interjected. “We’ve been moving swiftly bringing cows, pigs, sheep, milk maids into the fold. While we haven’t exactly broken any farming regulations, we have bent the protocols a smidge. Let’s not bite off more than we can chew. I want to get our milk maids lined up, then we can talk about getting you guys extra udders after the ceremonies this weekend.”

There were looks of disappointment from the cows, but I nodded to Lyca.

“That makes sense,” I said. “Sorry to disappoint the cows, but I trust your judgment. We can do the extra udders when you tell us we’re ready.”

The rest of Tuesday and Wednesday continued apace with the interviews, and with the work on Myrtle’s farm. Plumbing and electrical were laid down, and work on building a path between the two farm sites raced ahead. We even decided to put in a huge pool and sauna for the girls roughly in the middle between the two locations, reachable by our little asphalt path. The mud area for the pigs was nearby as well. And the wolves’ den was behind it in the woods. It was all cute as hell on the plans and we couldn’t wait for it to be finished. The two farms would essentially be one facility connected by a short private road.

Of course, the money continued to roll in from the milk sales. And thankfully it appears law enforcement had located all of the rogue farms, so no more new cows were added to our queue. By the end of the day Wednesday we only had a handful more to interview and indoctrinate.

Thursday morning we were excited for the plans that afternoon to turn Myrtle into a milk maid. We were running cows down to the tattoo/piercing place every morning, so Alina and Lucy took care of that duty, but by 1:00 in the afternoon we were all sauntering towards the barn.

I had made a surprise guest appearance at a camshow to humiliate Prudence and keep her humble about her new equipment, so by the time I showered and made it to the barn all the key players were there – my alpha cow wife (Alina), my mother-in-law (Lucy), my sister-in-law (Angela), and our milk-maid-in-waiting (Myrtle). Helga was manning the cams, as usual, and Lyca was there with the blood potion. Also in attendance were my alpha cow mom (Shawna) and my omega cow grandmother (Bibi). Everyone was nude except for Helga in her special outfit, and Myrtle in a robe. Given her age, I had granted Myrtle this one consolation with the understanding that the robe came off the moment she became a hot young cow.

I nodded to my mom and wife, deferring to whichever alpha cow wanted to do the honors. Shawna raised her hand.

My mom nodded and moved to the chair sitting in the middle of the barn. She spread her legs underneath her six big, pierced udders and slid a finger into her slit while gesturing for Myrtle to come over.

Myrtle had the look of a woman who had just gotten a new lease on life and couldn’t wait to get started. She knelt down in front of my mother. My mother leaned forward and kissed Myrtle’s forehead, then pulled the older woman’s ancient lips to one of her six big udders. Myrtle sucked out a few mouthfuls of the sweet saffron milk, but seemed to be anxious to get on with the affair, because after just a handful of swallows, she ran her tongue down my mom’s abdomen through her cow landing strip to her thick, meaty labia.

I knew from previous experience that it would take Myrtle several minutes of sucking down cow girl grool before she would transition into a cow girl herself because of her advanced age. As expected, she took forever. My mom, who was finding out that Myrtle knew her way around a woman’s anatomy, was over the moon. She was leaned back in the chair, pulling her tits up to her mouth and sucking on her own milk, and murmuring. Eventually just tossed her head back and closed her eyes, her hair cascading over the back of the chair.

“Fuck, country girl, where they hell did you learn to do that?” Shawna asked, looking down at Myrtle, who continued to plough her cunt with her tongue. Myrtle just winked. My mom moaned again and closed her eyes, reaching down and pulling Myrtle’s face even more deeply into her cow cunt.

Finally, after over ten minutes, during which I thought my mom would die of overstimulation, it happened. Though she still had the robe on, I could see that Myrtle’s hair was now long, luxurious, and blindingly white with hints of blonde. The robe had been forced open by the six huge, milky udders that now hung from her chest with their big, long, hard nipples reaching to the floor. I approached her and pulled off the robe, revealing her thick, meaty cow asshole and cunt that were gushing grool.

I grabbed her gorgeous white hair and pulled her back. As expected, she had six inch cow horns. Her face looked like she was in her late thirties or early forties, and had taken on the standard bimbo-like cow features – thick lips, long lashes, big doe eyes – though her irises retained their icy blue color. I had to admit, she was incredibly beautiful and hot. Her big, veiny udders were trickling a steady stream of milk, and a thread of grool hung off her big clit.

“Is my bull pleased?” she asked, smiling a coy smile.

“Yes,” I said. “But you need to now give us at least two gallons of milk before I fuck you and turn you into a milk maid.”

“Yes, sir,” she said. Lyca pulled her over to a milk machine and attached one milker to each of her big firm tits.

As Myrtle pumped her tits, my other alpha decided she wanted to find out what she was missing. Alina nudged Shawna from the chair in front of Myrtle and sat down. Our budding milk maid dove in.

“Oh...fuck,” my wife moaned, as Myrtle showed her the things she learned down on the farm. “Oh fuck yeah.” My wife’s tits shook and squirted milk across Myrtles beautiful white/blonde hair. Thick streamers of Alina’s cunt and ass grool ran down Myrtle’s chest and trickled off the milkers attached to her udders.

Myrtle reached two, then three, then four gallons. I could have stopped things right then, but my wife seemed to be having too much fun. So I let the milker run to six gallons before I stopped it.

“Only one thing left to do,” Lyca said. “Turn Myrtle into a milk maid.”

I was ready to fill our new milk maid up. Lyca unhooked the milkers from Myrtle’s six gargantuan tits, and Myrtle stopped licking my wife and crawled on her knees to me like a nice subservient cow whore.

She knelt at my feet and looked up at me with her big blue doe eyes, her long lashes, her bimbo lips, and her white/blonde perfect hair.

“Can my bull fill up all my holes now?” she asked. “I want to be a good little milk maid slut and take good care of all my bull’s cows when he isn’t around. It’s like I’ve been waiting my entire life for this moment.”

I was so turned on by her perfect cow body and six huge udders that I didn’t even bother answering the question. My cock was already almost out to its full 25 inch erect length, the horse-like cock head was pulsating and wide. A thick streamer of bull come slid from the tip as I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and pushed my cock into her mouth.

The way Myrtle took my bull cock you would have thought she had been sucking two foot poles her entire, long life. Even Helga, who was filming this for an audience of over 200, shook her head. My meat went straight down Myrtle’s gullet without a hitch. When my balls bounced against her chin she giggled and shook her head, sending thick streamers of throat slime and bull come sliding from her chin.

I was going to take it easy on her but she began face fucking my cock frantically, pounding her mouth up and down my shaft like a woman crazed. Maybe she was crazed – I don’t know what her life had been like with her husband but maybe she was crazed by 80 years of unsatisfaction. But whatever it was, she was taking my pole down her gaping cow maw like an undersexed succubus.

Meanwhile, Lucy, Angela, Shawna, and Alina were in a hot, smoking foursome on the floor of the barn, making a milky, grooly, pile of gaping holes and jiggling flesh. I tore my eyes away, wrestling for control of my libido as Myrtle continued to wreck my meat with her face.

“Oh god yeah,” I gasped, trying to hold back, but my cock had other plans. I shot several streamers of semen into her throat. Myrtle giggled again and pulled back, my monster horse-shaped cock sliding easily from her throat. She turned around and pushed two fingers in her cunt and two fingers in her asshole and was gaping both meaty, fleshy holes wide, showing the soaking wet pink inside. My horse-like bull cock was streaming bull come from it’s wide, gaping tip as I drove it into Myrtle’s brand new cow cunt, penetrating her gaping cervix and pushing all the way in. She moaned and pressed her body against mine, trying to push me deeper inside. I swear she could have taken another foot if I had it. I closed my eyes, afraid if I looked over at what the girls were doing I would pop right away, and began pistoning my cock in and out of Myrtle’s cunt. She moaned and looked back at me over her shoulder with her best “fuck me” cow eyes. A puddle of milk was forming on the floor where her six huge udders were still leaking, jiggling as I fucked her. She moaned again and a thick streamer of grool and bull come slid out of her cunt around my throbbing purple cock. I pounded my body against hers as my cock slipped in and out of her slit, sliding through the aperture of her cervix, her cunt flesh gripping the shaft with each stroke.

Myrtle reached back and slid four fingers into her asshole and stretched it, revealing the pink flesh and cunt juice inside.

“Fuck my ass,” she moaned. “Make me your good little milk maid whore.”

I was so aroused there was practically steam coming off my body. I shot four thick loads of bull juice into her cunt and ripped my cock out roughly, leaving her yawning cervix hanging several inches outside her stretched cunt. I didn’t even bother giving myself any strokes between holes, just drove my meat into Myrtles’s stretched, meaty cow asshole.

If Myrtle had been an easy fuck in her other holes, my cock ripped through her asshole like a hot knife through butter. There was no resistance at all as I slid by 25 inches of hard bull meat into her soaking wet cow ass. Her sphincter stretched easily to accommodate my six inch diameter cock base, and once I was all the way in, she reached around and slid four fingers inside her ass and stretched it open another inch or two. It was amazing. I grabbed her horns and used them as leverage as I pistoned my two feet of horse-shaped bull cock in and out of her asshole. I closed my eyes, feeling thick streamers of jizz slipping from the gaping tip of my cock deep into Myrtle’s anus. I moaned. I could feel her fingers still stretching her asshole even wider, begging me to go as deep as I possibly could. Her pink anal flesh gripped my cock and slipped in and out of her sphincter with each stroke, sliding out as far as a foot when I pulled back long.

I was trying to hold back, to make it last, but then I again made the mistake of looking over at the other cow girls.

My wife had her arm in her mother’s asshole past the elbow, and her sister was sucking on my mom’s distended, gaped cervix.

That was enough to drive me over the edge. I shot three or four thick streamers of bull come into Myrtle’s stretched gaping asshole, then ripped my cock out, leaving her pink assflesh hanging out from her sphincter. She reached around and stroked her flesh, even as she pressed her other hand against her clit, feeling the eruption of her new horse-shaped cock inside of her body.

Myrtle had assumed a very subservient pose, kneeling off to the side and just quietly watching the goings on.

The only cow present who wasn’t involved in the fuck pile was my grandmother, Bibi.

“Myrtle,” I said. “Just this once, I need you to show us your cock when I am around. I want you to go fuck my grandmother’s ass and make sure everything works okay.”

“Are you sure?” Myrtle asked.

“Are you questioning me?” I shot back sternly.

“No, sir,” Myrtle said.

Bibi knelt down in front of Myrtle and ran her fingers up the new milk maid’s cunt, then wrapped her lips around Myrtle’s clit (which was really the tip of her new cock) and began sucking. Myrtle moaned and closed her eyes. Bibi pulled back and Myrtle’s two feet of horse-shaped cock – mirroring my own – erupted from its hood, a thick streamer of bull semen sliding from the tip. My grandmother rolled over onto all fours and used her hands to pull her ass cheeks apart, exposing her meaty cow asshole. Myrtle looked at me and I pointed sternly at Bibi’s ass. Myrtle smiled and began sliding her cock into my grandmother’s ass.

My cock was still throbbing. My wife disengaged from the cow pile, crawled over in front of me, and pulled my monster cock between her legs, sliding her cunt down my shaft. My meat slipped inside her, penetrating her cervix and pushing far into her body. She took it all, straddling my bull cock and leaning forward, pressing her big, pierced, milky tits into my face.

“Please fill me up,” she whispered, pressing her lips to mine. I didn’t need the invitation. I was already primed, she was already primed. She wiggled her hips and I shot. Load after load of bull semen poured into her open hole from my big cock. I gasped. She moaned. We both came and came again, locked in our own little world for a beautiful moment.

As my climax finally ebbed, I opened my eyes and glanced over at Myrtle. She was pulling her cock out of my grandmother’s stretched, crinkled, distended ass and reaching for my mother. Shawna shook her head, telling her to stop. Myrtle didn’t even slow down, but pressed forward, trying to push her cock towards my mother. Shawna gave Myrtle a hard shove and the milk maid stumbled backwards.

“I am your alpha,” my mom snarled at Myrtle. “Stand down now. On your knees, bitch!”

Myrtle stepped back, her cock still pulsing out my bull semen across the floor. Her six big tits were trickling cow juice. When I looked at her face, the look was not of defiance, but of confusion. Her eyes roved around the room, unsure where to land.

The poor girl had so many new feelings and thoughts racing through her she didn’t know what to think. Everything was new. A few days ago she had been an old woman living alone on a nearly-abandoned farm. Now...all this. I felt sympathy for her, but discipline in the herd had to be maintained. And if she was going to be a milk maid, she had to understand her place. Still, I wasn’t going to be too hard on her. She wasn’t being willfully defiant.

I dumped a heavy load into my wife’s womb, then slipped her off my meat, leaving her yawning cervix hanging out of her gaped cunt. I gestured for my alphas – Alina and Shawna – to stand beside me, then seized Myrtle’s hair and forced her down to her knees in front of me. I considered slapping her, but stayed my hand. My alphas and I crowded around my new, wayward milkmaid.

“Did I tell you to fuck my mom?” I snarled.

“No sir,” she said, tears trickling down her cheeks.

“Do you have a problem with me being your bull?” I asked.

“No sir,” she replied meekly.

“You understood what it meant to be a milk maid, and you understood that you were subservient to the bull.”

“I’m sorry. I got carried away. This is all new. It won’t happen again,” she sniffled.

“Do you want to be a milk maid at my farm or do you want to go somewhere else?”

“I...I...I want to stay,”

“You are a milk maid. You are there to fill the cows when I am not around. That does not make you an alpha or a beta. You are still just a cow. Never again challenge my authority or the authority of my alphas. I understand this is all new, so I will let it go this time, but next time you disobey there will be repercussions, understood?”

“Yes sir. Thank you. You...you wouldn’t send me to the cow pound would you?” she asked.

The mention of the cow pound touched my heart. “No cow, no matter how badly she misbehaves, will ever go to the cow pound from this farm. Never ever,” I said. “You may be banished, or turned into a lone wolf, or otherwise punished. Things may get unpleasant. But nothing you do will get you sent to the cow pound on my watch.”

“Thank you,” Myrtle said. “I’m so sorry.”

I helped her to her feet and gave her a hug, and my mother and wife gave her hugs as well.

Helga wrapped up the cam session, and we all trooped down to the cow showers to clean up.

At that point, we were all pretty tired and looking forward to a day or so of quiet before the big ceremony to induct Helga into the pack and cement the relationship between the pack and the farm.

Unfortunately, things didn’t quite go as planned.

Myrtle and I were the last of the crew to shower after the her conversion and we were stepping out of the cow showers when Jenna and Olivia came galloping up to us. The pig girls were having their day at the farm (they were still living in the hotel) and had been wallowing in the temporary mud bath we had set up for them. They were covered head-to-toe in mud, their big milk-filled udders and fat, pregnant-looking tummy all smeared and caked with the stuff. Trickles of milk from their udders, cunt, and asshole ran through the mud on their tits, stomach, and thighs. I definitely could understand why they were called pig girls.

As they approached, I realized something was off about the twins. In an almost zombie-like monotone, both the pig girls murmured “Cock! Coooooooooooock!”

Before I could say anything, they both were on their knees, one in front of me, one in front of our newly-minted milk maid, Myrtle. Jenna latched her lips on my cock without asking permission and started sucking. Olivia did the same to Myrtle.

I seized Jenna’s tusks and tried to pull her off my meat, but she was vacuum-locked on my cock, sucking my cock into her throat, pulling it all the way down, and getting me hard without my permission.

Poor Myrtle next to me, who was still sorting out all her feelings from just having been turned into a milk maid, was practically in shock.

“My bull, I...my cock...I don’t want to show it around my bull...but she...”

I knew there was no way Myrtle could withstand this suction-like action of Olivia’s lips on her brand new milk maid cock.

“It’s okay, Myrtle. I don’t know what’s going on, but it’s okay to let it out,” I said.

I slapped Jenna hard, then slapped her again. I punched her, then grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard. Nothing stopped that oral onslaught on my cock.

What the fuck…?

Then I did the only thing I could think of at the moment.

“HELP!” I screamed.

Lyca and her betas, who had been talking to one of the contractors over by the pasture looked in my direction.

“Fuck!” she shouted. “Xana – get the tasers!”

She started running towards me and Myrtle, the pig girls still firmly attached to our cocks. Xana raced to the wolves’ SUV parked in the driveway. As Lyca reached me, Xana reached the SUV.

While cows and bulls are bulky, powerful, but not very athletic, wolves are lithe, fast, and full of finesse. In a movement that could have been a scene out of an action movie, Xana whipped a pair of cattle prods out from a black case in the SUV and sent them spinning in a perfect arc towards Lyca, who snatched them out of the air and in a fluid zapped Jenna and Olivia.

The pig girls jerked up and fell backwards stunned. Xana appeared with handcuffs and slapped them on the twins.

“Fuck,” Lyca said, looking down at the prone pig girls. “This is what happens when we try to move too fast bringing cow girls into a new farm. Fuck me for not being more careful about protocols. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“What?” I said, rubbing my cock that was still sore and bleeding a little from where the pig girl bit into it when the prod hit her. “What’s going on?”

“Fuck,” Lyca repeated. “We need to quarantine the farm. We’ve got an outbreak of Mad Cow Girl Disease.”

PART XII

“What?” I stammered, using a towel to staunch the flow of blood from the bite marks on my cock and handing a towel to Myrtle. I was grateful for the speed that cows and bulls heal. “Mad Cow Girl Disease? Is that like Mad Cow Disease?”

“Only in name,” Lyca said, bending over the prone pig girl twins. Olivia and Jenna were coming back online after the shock from the prods and both were already trying to push towards myself and Myrtle. A couple of wolves appeared and guided poor, confused Myrtle to the SUV in the driveway, pressing a towel against her bleeding cock. The pig girls began their monotone call again.

“Cock! Coooooock!” they called as more wolves converged on the scene and led them to the barn.

“What the hell is it, then?” I prompted.

Lyca sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “It’s a virus and it spreads among cows like wildfire. There are vaccines for it, and you are required to have your cows vaccinated within 90 days of acquiring them. But things are going so fast we just haven’t gotten around to it yet.”

“Are all my cows going to get it?”

“Probably, but it passes in a couple of days, it just makes them want to suck bull cock insatiably. If there are no bull cocks around, they’re fine. You and the milk maids should stay at our wolf den until this passes. Once the bull cocks are off the property, the cows will settle right down with nothing worse than a runny nose. By the middle of next week this should have run its course. Even though bulls and milk maids don’t get it – there’s something about producing semen that makes them immune – in a way it’s way more dangerous to them than to the cows. If a cow with MCGD latches onto a bull cock, she will not let go. When the bull runs out of jizz, she keeps sucking anyway. That can lead to ruptured testicles, and worse. There are documented cases of the bull’s internal organs being sucked out through his cock. I strongly recommend you not go image searching MCGD unless you have strong filters set. There are some grim photos out there.”

“Jesus,” I murmured. “What about the milk? Do we have to throw it out?”

“We test the milk every day, and so far all the tests have come back clean, so no. But we won’t be collecting anymore for sale until this blows over.”

The siren call of “Cooooooock!” erupted up on the hill and Ykaterina came racing down from the pasture straight towards me. Thankfully this time the wolves were prepared and the cow girl went down with a hard shock from a cattle prod. The wolves were wielding the prods like Jedis with lightsabers.

“We need to get you out of here, the milk maids too.” Lyca said. “Stat. Go pull together what clothes you need for a week away, grab some cow girl duds too for the maids, and get out here as soon as you can. Tori and I will get the milk maids. Xana...you know what to do.”

And she did, zapping Mallory who was trotting down from the cam show building towards me, her mouth open in a savage grin.



I dashed inside. Alina was sitting on the couch, holding her stomach.

“I...I don’t know...how much longer...I can hold...back…God...I need to suck bull cock...” she said, doubling over. I threw some clothes in a carry-on for myself, shoved some cow girl garb in a plastic grocery bag for the maids, and hustled out to the SUV the wolves had running in the driveway. The milk maids were inside. I leapt in.

There were three more cow girls running down the path from the cow houses screaming “COCK!” at the top of their lungs. Alina appeared on the front steps, working hard to hold herself in check. My mom was knelt down in the front yard, struggling for control. The horde of cow girls coming on grew. Xana spun the wheel and peeled out hard enough to spray gravel at the approaching mob. We tore down the driveway, out the gate, which slipped closed behind us, keeping the cows safely in.

I looked over my shoulder as we drove away.

“Are they going to be okay?” I said, a lump forming in my throat. I thought of my wife, doubled over on the couch. My mom was back there too, crouched on the ground, as well as the rest of the cow girls I have grown so fond of.

Lyca nodded. “Now that you’re out of sight and scent range, they’re going to be completely fine. By the time we’re at the wolf den, they’ll be back to their old selves. We’ll give them some artificial pheromones and we’ll bring them some of your semen from you and the milk maids. That will fulfill their need for bull juice, and they’ll be good until this passes. The last farm I know of that had an outbreak just settled in to a huge week-long all-cow-girl strap-on party. They abused themselves way worse than the bull ever did and had a great time. Camshow income was off the charts. Your cows will be fine, I promise.”

I wanted to be skeptical, but the wolves had always been on the level with me – more than my own family had been at the start.

“Thank you – once again,” I said. Lyca leaned over and kissed my cheek.

It took a half hour to reach the wolf den. I was excited to see their home base at last.

We pulled into a street through an office park. At the very end of the park, where the main drive reached a court, stood a strange building sitting in front of a sea of green forest. It was a pyramid probably twenty-five stories high. The base and first three floors were made from stone, cut and mortared. The rest of the stories were mirrored glass and steel. The area in front of the building was perfectly landscaped, behind it was primordial woods. Off to one side, behind a fence that prevented access except through the building, was a path leading from the tower off into the trees.

The juxtaposition of a pyramid shape, a modern glass architecture next to the ancient stone masonry, and a path leading back into the woods seemed perfect. It was exactly like the wolves. Professional, modern, slick – but still deeply in touch with the animalistic, base nature of their being.

We climbed out of the SUV and walked up the path to the entrance of the building. The glass doors slipped open as we approached and a man came out dressed in black jeans, a black T-shirt, and sporting dark hair and a beard smattered with wolf gray.

“I’m Smash, den keeper,” he said. “Welcome, Brendan. And these are…” he gestured to Prudence, Amelia, and Myrtle. I introduced them.

“Welcome,” he repeated. “I wish we could have met under better circumstances, and I look forward to when we formally join herd and pack, but any time our herd-mates visit, it is a good day.”

He gestured us inside.

The next few hours were a blur. They took us to the quarters where we would be staying temporarily, gave us time to freshen up, then followed it up with a complete tour of the wolf facilities. Some of the floors of the pyramid were offices, some were large spacious apartments, and the lower levels included ceremonial spaces. Lyca’s living quarters were surprisingly simple and spartan. I admired that. She was devoted to doing good in the world, not to worldly possessions.

The penthouse at the very top held an amazing view for miles around.

At the deepest sub-basement was the den chapel, it was where the ceremony to welcome Helga into the pack would take place. The elevator opened into a business-like lobby about twenty feet square with glass doors at the far side. The image beyond the glass doors was breathtaking.

“Is that natural?” I asked. Lyca nodded. Beyond the glass wall was an immense cavern that had to be a hundred feet across. To the right, a set of stone stairs led up into the living rock – presumably another exit. Straight ahead was a raised stone dais altar. Slots for torches lined the wall, though they were dark and the room was just lit by dim auxiliary lighting.

An aisle led downwards from the elevators straight to the altar. On either side were tiered benches. It was an amazing space.

“How many pack members are there?” I asked Lyca.

“Our pack consists of a total of about thirty family groupings, with around 120 individuals. And family groups are pretty loosely defined. Some are traditional male and female pairings, some are same sex, some are poly-amorous. Some wolves are unassociated with families. There are also 26 children of wolves, but they do not become full pack members until they are twenty-one and join of their own free will. We welcome, we educate, but we do not indoctrinate. Offspring are loved and welcome whether or not they choose to become wolves.”

We walked up the stone steps out into the fading daylight and followed a path through the woods that led to a large clearing with wooden benches arrayed in a circle around a large stone platform. The sides of the platform were inscribed with strange markings.

“Those are wolfen language,” Lyca explained. “Roughly it translates into ‘Love, Service, Pack’ repeated around the perimeter.”

“What’s that?” I asked, pointing to another wolfen in***********ion on a wooden sign above the clearing.

“That’s the name of the pack in wolfen, it was also inscribed on the altar in the den chapel, but it’s hard to see in the dim light. It is the wolfen name of our original founder, centuries ago.”

“How do you pronounce it?” I asked.

Lyca cleared her throat and made a sound that went from a deep growl to a high-pitched howl. Then added “Casually, in English, we just call our pack ‘Groove’. It’s the basic idea without the wolfen growling and howling. But we never use that name outside of our pack and now your herd, once we are officially joined. Never use it in the presence of anyone who is not a member of those two groups, understood?”

“Groove. I like it, and I will respect and honor it.”

Dusk was falling, and Lyca sent the milk maids off with Smash and the betas to milk the maids and collect some bull seed they could take back to the farm. Lyca stepped to a small shelter on the side of the clearing, returning with several wolf pelts she laid across the altar, then she lay down and patted the pelt beside her. I lay down next to her and she ran her hand across my shoulder.

“You’re really tense,” she said. She slipped her hand under my shirt and ran it up my chest, than slid it up the leg of my shorts. “And you’re softer than I’ve ever seen you. What’s the matter?”

I sat in silence for a moment, then swallowed hard, fighting back the lump in my throat. “The two women I love most in the world are back at home sick. They looked really bad when we left, but here I am and I can’t do anything to help them.”

“That’s sweet,” Lyca purred. “But they’re fine. I promise you. Why don’t you give Alina or Shawna a call? I bet that will put your mind at ease.”

I sat up and called my wife as Lyca lay beside me on the pelts. It went to voicemail, which cranked up my anxiety another level, but my phone rang from my mom’s number just a couple seconds later.

“Hi Brendan,” Shawna said, her voice really cheerful. “How are you doing? Is Lyca taking good care of you?”

Lyca chimed in from behind me before I could answer. “I’m trying, but he’s worried about you and Alina. It’s giving him a little bit of a...performance challenge.” She giggled.

“Sweetheart, relax,” my mom said. “Once all the bull cocks were gone from the farm, everything settled right down. We’re so good they even let the contractors get back to work on the new sections of the farm, we just have to keep our distance. The wolves brought all the remote girls to the farm from the hotels, and it’s like a big cow girl sleepover. We’re all in the pasture having the hottest massive cam show you’ve ever seen right now – which is why your wife didn’t answer, she’s getting triple-teamed. You should see it. When we’re done with the show, the pig girls are going to show us how the mud sty works and we’re all going to try it. And then we’re going to put on our PJ’s, eat ice cream, and watch chick flicks. It’s great.”

“So you’re not feeling ill?” I asked.

“Everybody’s got the sniffles, but that’s about it. With all the bodily fluids flying around here, what’s a little runny nose? We’re fine. You go let Lyca give you some lovin’, okay? You need it. Mom’s orders. Okay, gotta run, Lucy’s got a huge three-foot strap-on ready and Helga’s pointing the camera in my direction. I think we’re finally going to find out just how deep my ass is. Check out the video replay later, it’s hotter than hell. Love you, honey.”

She hung up, and I laid back on the wolf pelts. Wow.

“Better?” Lyca murmured and ran her hand down my chest. “How about if you get undressed and let mommy Lyca give you a nice, relaxing massage?”

I relaxed, probably for the first time since the twins latched on to Myrtle and I what seemed like a lifetime ago. I peeled off my clothes and lay down on my stomach. I could feel the tone slipping back into my bull cock a little. I wasn’t hard yet, but I was about back to my normal state.

Lyca stripped and straddled my thighs, leaning down and pressing her lithe body and her pert wolfen, pierced breasts against my back. She was soft and warm, as was the wolf pelt underneath me. A slight trickle of juice slid from between her legs down across my thighs. It felt nice, it felt perfect. I could have lay there forever, the bull and the alpha she-wolf.

Lyca leaned back and began running her hands up my back, kneading my shoulders expertly. I let her work her magic for a few moments, letting go of my thoughts, clearing my mind, just enjoying the warmth from her body, the relaxing massage, the sound of the gentle breeze whispering the through the trees above us, and the soft fur of the pelt underneath me.

“Is it okay for us to do this on the altar before the ceremony joining the herd and the pack?” I asked, as Lyca worked.

“Any time the bull and the alpha join, it is auspicious. Even more so in the wolf’s chapel. While you’re here we should do this as often as we can here and in the den chapel too. It’s all good.”

“Mmmm…” I murmured, letting go of the last little niggling doubt in my mind, surrendering to her soft, warm, firm body.

She pulled the piercings from her nipples and rose onto all fours, running her pert tits down my back and across my thighs. She let her tongue follow, finally slipping it between my thighs and licking the underside of my cock that was definitely beginning to stir.

I rolled over and kissed her as she stroked my horse-shaped cock, slowly bringing me to attention. Then she disengaged from our kiss and ran her tongue down to my cock, licking the shaft.

As she worked my meat over with her tongue and lips, a strange energy moved through us. The leaves in the trees rustled, as if a fresh breeze had come up, but to the contrary, the air was still. It caught me by surprise, but when I looked at Lyca she smiled.

“Get used to that,” she said. “That’s the energy joining herd and pack. There will be much more of that at the ceremony joining the two, and after. What you just felt was merely the beginning.”

She punctuated that with a hard stroke of my bull cock, bringing a thick streamer of come from the end and sending it sliding down the shaft. I moaned as I felt the first emanation since the incident back at the farm. It felt good. Lyca ran her tongue up the shaft and played with the jizz, stretching a thread out from her tongue before sucking it in.

Because she was an alpha wolf, not a cow, she couldn’t take a cock in her throat or ass like a cow girl, but she still managed to take several inches of my gargantuan meat down her throat. I was impressed. She gagged once and pulled back, throat slime sliding down my cock.

“Not bad for a wolf,” she said, then leaned forward and pulled my cock between her wolfen labia, sliding all the way down until her ass hit my balls. The outline of my cock was pressed against her abdomen, the head disappearing under her rib cage.

“That’s better,” she said. “I can at least satisfy you in one special place.”

Lyca began slowly sliding her cunt up and down my cock. I slid my hands up her stomach to her hard little nipples. She leaned down and let me suck on them. They were sweet and smelled of the forest and earth. I ran my tongue across the tight little aureoles, then across the space between and to the other breast. She moaned softly as I worked them over, slowly rotating her hips around my cock that was buried deep in her body.

The windless rustling in the forest came again as Lyca leaned back and increased the pace, bouncing her slender form up and down on my bull cock. Thick loads mixing my bull juice and her wolf juice slid from her cunt around my shaft. I could feel her gaped wolfen cervix sliding up and down my cock as she moved. I reached around and grabbed her ass, supporting her as she cranked up her motions even further. She came for at least the third time.

I felt my bull balls pulling close to my body. I could sense I was close to coming, but I almost didn’t want to. This moment was too perfect, too beautiful. I loved my mother and my wife, yes, but the connection I had – as the bull – with Lyca – as the alpha she-wolf – was special in its own way. It was a different sort of love, a love bonding the pack with the herd, the love of bonding one group with another. All the cows and all the wolves were subsumed in the love Lyca and I felt.

Lyca groaned and came hard. I couldn’t hold back, my bull balls pumped load after load of my juice deep into her womb. Sweat poured down her body as she came yet again and so did I. The wolf pelts we lay on were soaked with the juices from wolf and bull.

Finally she lay forward across my chest and I hugged her to me. The leaves were still moving in the trees, though the breeze had sprung back up and normalcy had returned to the glade. We lay there for a long time in each other’s arms as the night came alive around us.

PART XIII

I would have probably lay there all night, but Lyca climbed up, slipped the piercings back in her nipples and grabbed a torch. She lit it, illuminating the clearing, then handed me another and gestured for me to follow.

I reached for my clothes, but she shook her head, instead she took my hand and pulled me down a path lined with a layer of soft pine needles. We walked in a slow arc, the night air cool but balmy against our bare skin. Occasionally I could catch glimpses of the lights in the pyramid through the trees and realized we were taking a different path back to the den. Then we came out in a small pasture. Lyca held the torch high and I did the same. There were a couple of small buildings similar to the ones back at the farm, and a couple of cow houses.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Lyca said back.

“It looks like a cow farm.”

“We’re building a small den on the farm for when wolves are there, so we similarly are building a small farm for when cows are here. Since the ceremony is being delayed, both our den on the farm, and your farm at the den, should be finished before the ceremony. Do you like?” She scurried to one of the outbuildings and threw a switch, illuminating the small farm area.

“Oh my god, this is amazing,” I said, hugging Lyca. We walked through the buildings. There were a few houses, a cam studio, a little barn, and a small pasture. It was going to perfect when completed. I felt a lump in my throat.

We held hands as we walked back to the pyramid, our clothes forgotten.

Life at the wolf den for the next six days were a pretty steady routine. In the morning, I would fill the milk maids, then Lyca would empty my cock and the maids’ cocks to be sent back to the farm. Next, we would review the video from the farm to go over the progress the contractors were making. Mid-day we would do a video chat with my wife and mom, to see how they were doing (they seemed to be enjoying this way too much). The afternoons were kind of unstructured time. Sometimes I would drill the maids, sometimes we would walk in the woods, sometimes we would just sit around and binge watch TV.

On the third day of quarantine, Lyca and I came back to the pyramid after a soiree in the forest chapel. I went to my quarters to freshen up and found Prudence, Amelia, and Myrtle waiting outside my door.

“He’s here!” Prudence said, bowing. “My bull, we were just wondering if, since we were all stuck here, bored, for another couple days, if you would honor us with an extra load of bull juice. Once we get back to the farm and settle into our new routines, we’ll have fewer interactions. But, since we’re here, we thought, if it pleases the bull…” She trailed off and cast her eyes downward, humbly. The other milk maids did the same.

Being an active bull, I was always up to filling cow girls with seed, including milk maids. I felt my bull cock stirring.

I nodded and pushed open the door to my suite. The milk maids slipped inside and I followed them.

Prudence shook out her dark hair and peeled off her outfit, revealing her big milk maid tits, Amelia followed suit, her pink freckled skin shining bright against her red curls. Myrtle’s six big udders trickled milk.

Always a sucker for a rack of cow breasts, I buried my face into Myrtle’s big milky udders, sucking at the long hard nipples and drinking in draughts of sweet saffron cow girl milk. Prudence bent down and went to work on one of Amelia’s tits as the ginger cow girl pulled her other mammary up to her lips and drank down her own breast milk. Cow milk and grool began flowing freely.

My purple pulsating bull cock was coming to attention and trickling its first tastes of semen. Prudence disengaged from Amelia’s big, pierced cow tits and ran her tongue up the underside of my bull cock, licking the thick stream of bull come that was now sliding down the side. The tip of my flared meat was gaping and pulsating out its slow load of seed.

Amelia grabbed my cock like a pole and sucked the head into her lips, sliding her hands and lips up and down the two-foot shaft, working me over like a high-end whore.

Meanwhile, Prudence had taken over my duty of working over Myrtle’s amazing rack. I looked over and watched them while enjoying the magical efforts Amelia was applying to my shaft. I reached down and used her horns to force her all the way down my cock until her full cow lips were pressed against the base and her chin was buried in my balls. I felt her giggle around my meat and pulled her head back. My cock popped free of her lips, throat slime and bull come sliding out of her mouth and running across her gargantuan cow tits.

I stood up and pulled her face back to my cock, snagging her horns and using her face like a sex toy, forcing her up and down my meat. Like a good cow girl whore, she took my meat without hesitation of gagging, relishing the oral attention and opening her gaping throat wide. Bull juice and cow throat slime gushed from her lips around my massive cock that I was burying in her gullet.

I turned to Prudence and Myrtle, who were sucking each other’s udders.

“Myrtle, please fuck Prudence’s ass with your cock.”

“But my bull, that means I have to show…” Myrtle replied, her eyes downcast.

“Are you questioning my order?” I snapped. Discipline had to be maintained.

“No, my bull,” she said. She kept her eyes downcast, as did Prudence, but I could see they both were smiling. Prudence rolled over onto all fours and pointed her crinkled, well-used cow asshole at Myrtle. She reached around and used three fingers from each hand to pull the sphincter apart. Pink ass flesh tumbled out in a pink dome, and below, her cunt gaped, revealing an yawning cervix just behind her lobes.

Myrtle, meanwhile, had slipped out her two-foot horse-shaped bull cock. I could tell it was just a smidge smaller than mine, but not by a lot. The long veins along the side throbbed and pulsed, and bull seed – my bull seed – was gushing from the end.

Maybe it was being separated from my herd for this long, maybe it was my frequent trysts with Lyca, maybe it was something altogether different. I don’t know. But for the first time, I looked at that big bull cock Myrtle was displaying, and I wondered what it would be like to suck one.

Myrtle began driving her meat into Prudence’s deep, begging asshole. I turned my attention back to Amelia. I was still, almost absently, using her like a fuck toy. I pulled her head back and looked down at her jizz-and-throat-slime-covered face, her mouth hanging wide open – wide open in a way that only a cow girl can do. Suddenly that passing, casual thought about sucking one of my milk maid’s cocks was locked into my consciousness and wouldn’t let go.

What would it be like? Would it fuck up my relationship with the milk maids? Would it alter my body? Would I lose my bull abilities?

I may have become a take-charge bull, but I had just enough milquetoast left in me not to make a hasty decision about something that could affect me, or the entire herd and pack. I disengaged from the milk maids and went into the other room, punching Lyca’s number on the cell phone. She answered on the second ring.

“Hi lover, what’s up?” she answered.

“I...um...I…” I stammered. How did I ask this question? I suddenly felt self-conscious. The alpha wolf immediately sensed my discomfiture.

“What’s the matter? Out with it,” Lyca encouraged.

“I’m here with the milk maids. What...what would happen...if…I...you know…”

“If you sucked their cocks?” Lyca said with a giggle. “You want to give milk maid head?”

“Damn, you’re good,” I replied, feeling defeated but oddly energized. “What would happen if I tasted their cocks.”

“Bulls are sort of like alpha wolves, they have one orifice that can take a bull cock. In the case of a bull, it’s their mouth. So two things would happen. First, you would have a chance to find out what it’s like to have a bull cock inside of you. And second, Xana would owe me a hundred bucks because I bet you would suck milk maid cock within a month of bringing the first one in. She didn’t believe me. Don’t do anything yet, Xana and I want to capture this moment on film. The bull’s first taste of milk maid’s bull cock. We’ll make loads of cash once we post that online. Don’t move, we’ll be there in a snap.”

“But...I...wait…” I stammered, but it was too late. The line was dead.

I walked back out into the other room. My milk maids, being good girls, were busily complying with my orders. Prudence was on all fours and Myrtle’s horse-shaped bull cock was sliding in and out of her overused asshole. Prudence’s flesh was gripping the shaft of Myrtle’s cock with each stroke, popping out almost a foot. The pressure of the cock inside Prudence’s body had caused her cunt to gape open and her cervix was hanging several inches outside her body, gaped and assaying cow grool. Prudence’s two big udders hung all the way to the floor and jiggled, as did Myrtles six huge milky tits.

Amelia, meanwhile, was sitting to the side demurely, eyes downcast, wishing she could join in the fun, but waiting for her bull’s permission like a good little cow whore.

A knock came on the door and I opened it. Lyca and Xana came in with a camera and a tripod. The alpha she-wolf gave me a peck on the lips and a stroke of my cock.

“Thanks for earning me a Franklin,” said darting her eyes in Xana’s direction with a smirk.

“Hey, watch it,” her beta shot back. “He still might chicken out. Are you sure you want to do this, Brendan? This seems surprisingly bi-curious for you.”

“You’re barking up the wrong tree, wolf-girl,” Lyca interjected. “I had him picked for this the moment we started talking about milk maids. I knew he was curious.”

“Don’t be so sure,” Xana sneered, then turned to me. “This is cock, we’re talking about, Brendan. Big, hot, pulsating, jizz-dribbling cock. Do you really want your cows to think of you as a cocksucker?”

“That was low, bitch,” Lyca shot back.

“My mother taught me everything I know,” Xana sniped in return.

I had been watching this interplay with growing discomfort. Finally I held up my hands.

“STOP! Everybody just fucking stop!” The wolves, the milk maids, the entire room froze and turned in my direction. “Yes, I am curious about my milk maids’ cocks. Yes, I want to try them out. I never said anything about being bi-curious or gay-curious. I just have three really hot, beautiful women who happen to have big, gigantic cocks, and I am curious. Got it? Jeez. I express curiosity about my milk maids’ cocks and you guys practically have me making gay porno.”

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with that,” I added. “It’s just not my jam.”

Lyca looked down meekly. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” Xana added.

“So are we,” the milk maids all said, almost in perfect unison, though I have no idea why.

I sighed. “You know, forget about it. I don’t think I’m in the mood anymore.”

My discomfiture upset the milk maids, who began making mewing sounds and crawled on their hands and knees to me. They knelt at my feet and ran their hands along my legs and my cock, trying to make me feel better. Myrtle had withdrawn her cock, though a thick thread of bull come was still flowing from the end. Amelia bent down and sucked the tip of my cock back into her throat, pressing her face down the shaft again until her lips were at the base of my cock. She shook her head side-to-side.

I had to admit, it felt good. A little surge shot through me. I pulled Myrtle up to a standing position and latched onto one of her six udders, sucking in thick draughts of cow girl milk. The saffron flavor and the intoxicating aura suffused me, relaxing my nerves. My cock hardened inside Amelia and she started face-fucking me, slamming her throat up and down my cock, bouncing her lips against the base.

I pushed Myrtle back.

“It’s Prudence’s turn to fuck your ass,” I said to Myrtle, who dutifully dropped to all fours and assumed the position. I looked at Prudence and caught her eye before she even asked about showing her cock. She just nodded, pulled out her thick, throbbing meat, and drove it deep into Myrtle’s bottomless asshole.

Amelia was still sucking my cock. I grabbed her horns and pulled her back, pulling her to her feet and kissing her on the lips. Our tongues intertwined as I ran my hands down her big chest, down the cow fur landing strip, to her large clit that was actually the tip of her cock.

“Show me your cock,” I whispered to her.

From the corner of my eye I saw Lyca and Xana working the camera. I didn’t care anymore. Amelia looked at me nervously, then slid her two-foot horse-shaped bull cock out. I pulled her up by her horns and had her sit on the edge of my bed, spreading her legs. Her cunt was gaping and even though I couldn’t see her asshole, I was pretty sure it was wide open as well. A steady stream of milk was trickling from the ends of her big milky udders.

A part of my brain was screaming how bad I wanted to try this, and another part was screaming what a horrible idea this was. Part of me was incredibly turned on by this ginormous doppelganger of my cock, another part of me was cringing.

Lyca sensed my nervousness. “If you want us to turn off the cams and leave, we can. In fact, if you would like, everyone but you and Amelia can leave. That way you get to do this in private.”

I sighed. “The cams are fine, as long as I get to review everything before it goes online. It’s just...ugh...I don’t know. I never considered a cock to be a part of a girl’s anatomy. But now that I have a girl with a cock in front of me, I know it’s going to torture me until I actually try it.”

“And the worst that could happen is…what?” Lyca asked.

“I hate it...or I love it...I don’t know.”

Lyca knelt on the bed behind Amelia, and squeezed the milk maid’s milky udders. Amelia’s cock was sticking up in the air about a foot in front of her meat, so it got coated with cow juice. The milk ran down the thick shaft and puddled on the sheets between her legs, mixing with the grool assaying from Amelia’s cunt and asshole.

“How about you just lick off the milk, for starters?” Lyca said.

“Wait…” Xana interrupted. “If you lead him on, our bet is off.”

Almost in unison, Lyca and I turned to Xana and snarled. The beta she-wolf got the message and looked down at the floor.

“Sorry…” she whispered.

I gulped and knelt down in front of Amelia’s thick cock. I leaned close. I had half expected the cock to give of a musky male scent, but instead, it smelled of saffron and lilacs. It was nice.

It really was a girl cock.

With a mixture of fear and desire, I ran my tongue up the underside of Amelia’s cock, licking off the milk, tasting my first milk maid cock – or any cock for that matter. The fragrant mixture of saffron, lilac, and grool wafted up to my nostrils. It was sweet, divine, heavenly. I let my tongue run all the way up to the flared end of the horse-shaped cock. The tip was wide and the aperture at the end was gaped. I had a feeling it wouldn’t take much more stimulation for that cock to begin flowing out my bull seed.

Suddenly, my hesitation dropped another level. I was warming to the idea of sucking milk maid cock.

I ran my tongue back down the shaft, licking up more of the milk as Lyca squeezed the milk maid’s tits to keep the flow going. After two or three trips up and down the shaft, I ran my hand up and down. Amelia closed her eyes and moaned, leaning her head back and accepting a kiss from Lyca.

I flicked my tongue across the tip again, and the heady fragrance of the room was enhanced by a new aroma – that of my bull semen pouring from the end of Amelia’s cock.

I glanced at Lyca. She and Amelia were still in a super-hot soul kiss. A thick streamer of come trickled down Amelia’s cock. My come. Actually, I had tasted my own semen many times when one of the cows had some on her lips or tits or whatever. But this was my first time straight from the tap. I flicked by tongue up Amelia’s cock, pulling a thick glob into my mouth.

The taste was sort of musty, but with the same lilac and saffron undertones I had detected earlier. It tasted really good. And it seemed to have the same intoxicating effect as cow girl milk did.

My last barrier dropped. I opened my mouth and slipped the head of Amelia’s horse-shaped bull cock into my mouth. My cock. I was, in essence, sucking my own cock, but it was hanging off of another body.

And I had to admit, it was amazing.

I slowly slid my lips down past the flare of Amelia’s cock head. I felt the tip press against the back of my throat. I looked up at Amelia. She had pulled her tits apart so she could look down at me. Her face was a mixture of nerves and arousal, as if she couldn’t believe this was happening, but she really hoped it was real. So did I.

This was the moment of truth. I had never taken anything down my throat, and definitely never deep-throated a cock - not to mention a gargantuan one like this. It was a little crazy to think that I might be able to do so. Lyca knelt beside me and lightly ran the tips of her fingers up my chest to my neck.

“Just relax and let it slide in,” she said. “Your bull body knows how to do this naturally, just let it do its thing and don’t fight it.”

She wrapped her finger’s around Amelia’s cock near the base and pulled it forward, sliding the first five or so inches down my throat. My gag reflex kicked in and fought it, but Lyca ran her fingertips across my throat again.

“Just relax, don’t fight anything,” she purred into my ear. “If you feel your throat tightening up, let it do what it wants. Don’t fight anything. Your bull throat knows what to do.”

I didn’t want to believe her, I wanted to control myself, but Lyca had never steered me wrong. I trusted her implicitly. So I just relaxed my entire body, gazing up at Amelia’s amazing, magnificent, beautiful cow tits. She squeezed one and sent a spray across her cock and my face.

At that moment, something magical happened. I no longer felt the need to struggle or fight. My throat relaxed, my breathing steadied, and my jaw – what the fuck – I suddenly understood how the cows took such a huge shaft into their mouth. It was almost snakelike the way my mouth just opened.

I knew I was ready. I grabbed Amelia’s ass cheeks and drove her cock all the way down my throat. It was fucking amazing.

I closed my eyes and began sliding my throat up and down Amelia’s immense meat. I based my technique on what I liked in a good blowjob but had no idea if Amelia approved – then I looked up at her and her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed, her lips parted in ecstasy.

Apparently I was a natural…

Lyca had slipped back to where Tori and Xana were filming the action, and in her place, Prudence knelt beside of me.

“Would our bull give us permission to suck his cock while he suck’s Amelia’s?” Prudence asked respectfully.

Obviously I wasn’t able to answer verbally at the moment as I was now deeply engaged in fellating Amelia, but I gave a thumb’s up. Prudence leaned over on all fours and wrapped her lips around my own gargantan cock, sliding her throat down the shaft with a grace I could only hope to match someday. I reached along her back and slipped three fingers into her asshole, pulling it open. Myrtle got the drift and slowly slid her horse-shaped cock into Prudence’s ass.

I pulled my hand away and went back to having both fists wrapped around Amelia’s cock as I sucked her down.

As I adjusted to the sensation of a two-foot horse cock ramming in and out of my mouth, I realized how much I was enjoying the sensation. I could feel the veins in the shaft pulsating and throbbing with her heartbeat. The cow’s perfumes and their natural fragrance combined into a heady aroma that I smelled much more deeply now that I had a milk maid’s cock sliding in and out of my throat just inches from my nose. A steady trickle of semen – my semen – slipped from the end of Amelia’s cock and filled my stomach, my throat, my mouth, and finally overflowed, sliding down my chin and running off onto my cock that Prudence was sucking. It was – divine.

I glanced over at the wolves, and they were still filming my first milk maid blow job. I was enjoying the experience, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to share the film. But still, at least we had the footage for if/when I was ready.

I felt Amelia’s body tighten and realized she was about to have an orgasm. My gullet was already full from her pre-orgasm stream, was I about to drown in her ejaculate? I started to slide my throat back down the shaft, trying to pull out before the explosion. I just barely cleared my throat from the flared head of the horse cock when Amelia came hard, filling my mouth with my own thick seed. I swallowed as fast as I could, but it wasn’t fast enough, and the milk maid’s load overflowed my lips and ran off my chin onto Prudence’s head.

I sucked, I swallowed, I gulped.

I slowly slid back and smiled at the camera.

The next hour or so was a blur. I sucked all three of the milk maids, and filled all nine of the milk maid holes, plus the three alpha and beta wolf cunts. I finally sank down on the bed, exhausted. It was amazing, but I knew I still had a lot to process to decide if this was okay for me long term.

Lyca disappeared and came back with some clean sheets, and after we cleaned up my bed, I laid down for a nap, exhausted and happy.

PART XIV

As much as I loved the wolves and my milk maids, they weren’t my wife or my mother. I couldn’t wait until I could get back to the two women I loved the most.

After about a week, the tests from the farm all came back negative for Mad Cow Girl Disease and on Sunday afternoon we returned. I was thrilled to get back to the farm. My alphas were standing in the driveway when we pulled in and they dragged me up to the pasture for two hours of intense, filthy rutting. We finished up, hit the cow showers, then fell into bed early without even eating dinner or the girls milking. We were just happy to be together again.

On Monday morning, Alina, Shawna, and I were on the porch having our morning coffee when Lucy, Angela, Helga, and Lyca came up.

“I know it’s early, but mind if we talk business?” Lucy asked.

“Sure,” I said. I was still feeling super-content now that I was back with my alphas, so I probably would have agreed to anything at that point.

“Two things. First…” Lucy started, then pointed at Lyca.

“First,” Lyca picked up. “First, we’ve had a ton of delays, but maybe next Saturday we can finally have the ceremony when we turn poor Helga into a wolf and cement the herd and pack. I think Helga has been more than patient.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said. My wife and mom both nodded, their cow tits quivering.

“Perfect,” Lucy said, picking up where Lyca left off. “And second, we had been talking about trying to give some of the other girls additional udders. We were holding off until we got the whole milk maid thing straightened out. I think it’s time, would you agree?”

I nodded again. “Yep. Bring out the pills. I think you said we needed four days between when they start the pills and when we turn you guys into wolves then back into cows. So if you start today, we can do the deed Friday, then you’ll have your new big tits in time for the ceremony Saturday.”

Lyca oversaw the distribution of the pills and Alina brought out a pitcher of morning OJ for the girls to wash them down with.

After breakfast and the morning milking, Lyca and my alphas gave me a tour of the work that had been done while I was at the wolf den. Myrtle’s old farm was transformed into an extension of ours. There were a couple more cam studios and more cow houses than we had cows for. A larger cow house for Myrtle stood at the far end of the property right where she wanted it, with a big back porch providing a view of the low mountains beyond. There were several large mud sties for the pig girls, and right near the junction of the two properties was a huge pool with some fancy filtration gear to keep the cow milk and bull seed for turning the water nasty.

Not far from the pool, in a central, high-traffic area of the farm there was a pavilion that had several wooden poles with manacles hanging off them. Each milk maid would spend at least a half-day each week chained to a post. There were paddles and soft whips in a rack, and everyone was encouraged to heap on a little gentle abuse. It was to help keep the milk maids in their proper place. If a milk maid was being particularly intransigent, she would get more time on the pole. Prudence was chained up when we came by and Ykaterina was spanking her while Mallory gave her a rough fisting. It seemed to me, however, that Prudence was enjoying the treatment way too much, so I wasn’t sure if it was really going to accomplish what it was intended for. But again, I trusted the wolves knew what they were doing.

Anyway, continuing the tour, to pull it all together, there was a paved pathway that ran throughout the farm, tying it all together, with each cow girl having her own little cow-spotted golf-cart-like thingy to tool around in. It was just too fucking adorable.

What was also great is that we had room to grow. Which turned out to be a good thing because on Tuesday the deputy swung by and said they had just raided and shut down the last of the cow pounds in the county and asked if we could take on another dozen girls. We said yes, of course.

This, however, meant we needed a couple more milk maids. Lyca and I were out in the barn discussing that topic when Myrtle approached us. She knew of a couple of older farm girls, like she had been, who were interested in maybe joining in the fun as milk maids. The idea was intriguing, because once Myrtle had adjusted to being a milk maid, she had become the most stable, sane one of the three. I attributed it to her years of life experience. We met with the two ladies she had in mind – Lillian and Blanche – and they seemed like a great fit.

Wednesday and Thursday went smoothly. On Friday morning we turned our new milk maid candidates into maids. But Friday afternoon was the first of two big events over two days.

Friday afternoon we were turning Alina, Lucy, and Angela into wolves briefly, then back into cows. They had been taking the herbs to give them extra udders, so the hope was that when they switched back to being cows they would have four or six udders. If it worked for them, we would offer it to any other cow at the farm who was interested.

After turning Lillian and Blanche into milk maids that morning, I had ducked into the house for a lunch snack, then hit the cow showers. By the time I showered and made it to the barn all the key players were there – my alpha cow wife (Alina), my mother-in-law (Lucy), and my sister-in-law (Angela). Helga, Lyca, and her betas were all absent, they were back at the wolf den getting ready for the ceremony the next day. So a lower-level wolf girl was there with the blood potion and we had one of the cows manning the camera. Also in attendance were my alpha cow mom (Shawna) and my omega cow grandmother (Bibi).

In looking at my mom and grandmother, and considering what my wife would look like with six big udders, I felt my cock stirring. Even though I had completely deferred to each of these women as to whether they wanted extra udders, inside I was really looking forward to this. Alina with six big milky tits. Hot. When I went to bed at night with my two alphas, my wife and my mom, I would have twelve big, hot, veiny titties to cuddle up to. I couldn’t wait.

“Party time,” the lead wolf girl said, pulling out three small plastic bottles containing a deep red mixture – blood tincture. “Let’s get Alina, Lucy, and Angela turned into wolves, temporarily. Be sure to shake the bottle for at least 30 seconds before you open it to break up any blood clots that had formed and mix the herbs in properly.” She handed one each to my wife, my mother-in-law, and my sister-in-law, then smiled wickedly. “Make sure you drink the entire bottle, though it’s only a little over a cup of fluid. It’s got a very irony flavor because of the blood. And if there are any chunky parts, they are just blood clots the shaking didn’t break up. Be sure to swallow them down as well. Sorry if that’s gross, but to wolves it’s the best part.” She licked her lips, clearly enjoying this.

Angela, Lucy, and Alina shook up their bottles, then paused, looking at each other. Finally Lucy, always the daring one, yanked off the top and shouted “bottoms up!” before sucking the whole bottle down in one swallow. She coughed once and wiped her lips, turning to the wolf.

“That was nast---” she started, then her eyes got really wide.

What happened next sort of defies de***********ion. When a girl becomes a cow, she’s between another cow girl’s thighs, so the mechanics of what happens is sort of hidden. But Lucy was standing right there in front of us, and it happened suddenly and all at once. It was as if her tits deflated and her face shrank. Within twenty-five seconds she now had small, pert, firm tits like Lyca’s and her betas, and her face had gone from the bimbo look to a more wolfen aquiline appearance. Her body was firm and lithe.

“Actually,” she said. “Suddenly I don’t mind the taste of that blood tincture. And I kind of like this new body...but not as much as I would like six big cow girl udders.”

Having seen how smoothly Lucy’s switch to wolfhood went, Alina and Angela opened their bottles and gulped down the blood potion. Alina gulped it down like her mother had, all at once, but Angela got halfway through and pulled back.

“Ugh...this is gross….” she cursed, before gulping down the rest. She coughed on a clot and for a moment I thought she was going to be sick, but then, like her mother and sister, she suddenly changed.

While this was going on, Bibi had moved to another chair in the center of the barn. She had her legs apart and her six udders dribbling milk. She pointed at Lucy and gestured towards her own cunt.

“I can see why someone might want to be a wolf,” Lucy said to the presiding wolf girl. “But it’s the cow’s life for me. Time for me to get my six big milky titties.” She knelt down between my grandmother’s thighs and started lapping at her thick cow lobes and asshole.

Not to be outdone, Alina went to work with a gusto on my mom’s cunt, looking to earn her cow girl horns back as quickly as possible. Next to her, her mother was already back to her full cow form. I grabbed Lucy by the horns and pulled her back. Sure enough, six big titties hung from beneath her chest.

Angela dove between Shawna’s thighs to transition back to cow-hood, and a moment later both my wife and my sister-in-law were back into cow form, but with six big, milky udders instead of two.

I thought the ceremony was mostly over at that point, except for me drilling whichever of these freshly six-titted cow sluts suited my fancy. Lucy and the other cow girls had some other ideas. They had a plastic bin with nipple rings out – big gold nipple rings – and were piercing their new tits themselves. There was very little blood and the huge rings went right through their big long nipples smoothly as could be, hanging down below and stretching the piercing hole wide open.

“What the fuck,” I mumbled, staring at them. “Are you piercing yourselves?”

“Yeah, we figured out we could do this at home and save the money,” my wife said, showing me her six big udders with huge gold rings hanging from the gaped nipples. “No muss, no fuss, and hotter than hell. You like?” She slipped a finger in one of the rings and used it to twist her nipple two or three rotations around. She pressed her hand against the breast and milk slipped from the twisted tit around the piercing.

“Oh god yeah,” I gasped, almost ready to come just from watching these girls. I grabbed my grandmother by her horns and pushed her down on all fours, forcing my throbbing, rock hard cock into her permanently gaping asshole, sliding my shaft in and out of her sphincter as I watched the other cows do their...thing.

Alina, Angela, and Lucy all now had huge rings piercing their nipples. But Lucy had decided to take things to another level. As I watched, she removed the large rings back out of her udders, then took out a tiny ring from the box. She pushed it through the hole she had already made in her top left nipple and then drove the same small ring through the hole she had already made in her top right nipple, linking left to right. The then did the same with her second row of tits, then with the third. This had the effect of squishing her tits together, stretching out her nipples, gaping the piercing holes, and creating a cleavage tunnel up her abdomen between her three pairs of tits. She looked at me and squeezed a thick gush of milk out from her six udders.

“When you’re done with her asshole, how about you come over here and fuck my pierced and stretched cow girl udders?” she cooed, winking.

Lucy’s milky cow cleavage fuck tunnel looked hot and inviting, and it was enough to drive me over the edge. I shot three or four thick streamers of bull come into Bibi’s stretched gaping asshole, then ripped my cock out, leaving her pink assflesh hanging out from her sphincter. She reached around and stroked her flesh.

I turned to Lucy, pushed her against the barn pillar, and began sliding my cock up in between her linked udders, squeezing my meat into the squished tit flesh, and pushing the milky mounds out to the side. Her already stretched nipples stretched even longer, reaching several inches and opening the piercing holes painfully wide, but it didn’t even seem to bother her. Her six big milky tits were soft and warm around my monster horse-shaped bull cock. As I began a steady rhythm, the head of my cock popped out from the top of her tit-tunnel with each stroke. She stuck out her tongue and teased the wide, gaped horse-shaped head of my cock.

Lucy wrapped her arms around her tits and squeezed them even tighter against my cock. I shot a thick load of bull juice across her face. She smiled, licking her lips and chin with her long tongue. I ramped up the pace and pounded her cow-tit fuck tunnel, lubricated by her milk. All six of her tits quivered, her long nipples stretched even longer, her tongue continued to tease the end of my horse-shaped cock.

I glanced over at Alina, Shawna, and Bibi. They were having another gaping, fucking, sucking cow pile. There were a lot of quivering titties on display.

The sight of all these women with six udders was a little too much for me, and I shot several thick loads of bull juice across Lucy’s face. I slid my cock out of her boob-tunnel and leaned back. I felt hands pull me back from behind and push me into a chair. My wife appeared in front of me, having done the same trick Lucy did, linking her udders together and building a tit-fuck tunnel between. She knelt down and pulled my still-throbbing monster cock up the tight cleavage between her big milky tits.

“Do you like my new udders?” she asked, rotating her tits around my cock.

“More than you can imagine,” I replied, unloading a fresh shot of semen across her face.

The fuck scene continued for another hour before we finally slowed down.

PART XV

All eyes now turned to Saturday. Finally we were going to turn Helga into a wolf and cement the bond between pack and farm. That day had been delayed twice, but it looked like it was finally going to happen.

Since my mother was now my other alpha, she was expected to participate in the ritual as well, and all three of us were nervous and excited. All the cows, pigs, sheep, and milk maids were going to attend, and from what I understood, so were all the wolves in the pack. The indoctrination of Helga was more than just turning her into a wolf and joining the pack, it was cementing a special bond between the farm and the pack. The wolves worked with a number of farms and other alternative human enterprises, but ours was special because of our willingness to take in mistreated cows and our other efforts to just be good citizens. So having that connection between the farm and the pack was meaningful to both entities.

And everyone at the farm knew and loved Helga, she was the original cow that got everything started. And she was in demand as the cam operator for the camshows. So the anticipation was high.

The ceremony was scheduled at 7:00 PM Saturday, and the cows were expected to be there by 6:30 at the latest. The wolves had arranged for a chartered bus to bring the entire herd to the ceremony. But Alina, Shawna, and I were supposed to get there a little earlier. It was a chance to show my alphas the wolf den.

When we climbed out of the car, my wife and mom marveled at the stone-and-glass pyramid in front of us. Smash was standing at the front door.

“Great, welcome all of you,” Smash said, smiling broadly. “We are excited you folks are here, both the participants and the spectators. Every one of us here in the pack has been looking forward to this day. Your farm is more than just a business relationship, you guys are our soul mates. Today we formalize that bond. Helga’s new duality symbolizes that eternal friendship.”

“Thank you,” I replied. “We are equally excited. A day doesn’t go by that I don’t give thanks that your pack has taken such an interest in our little enterprise. The fact that we have been able to grow into something bigger and more valuable to the world is due to your guidance. You, your pack, your kind, your friendship, mean the world to us. You are, indeed, our soul mates and we are thrilled to cement that bond.”

Smash pulled us to the elevator and hit the button to the penthouse.

I had visited the penthouse the previous week when the cows were in quarantine. But when the elevator doors opened, my alphas gasped at the breathtaking view.

“They’re here!” cried a very familiar voice. We turned and Helga ran up, hugging me, then Alina, then Shawna. “They’re here! This is so exciting!”

Lyca, Xana, and Tory followed. The alpha and beta wolves wore light robes, but Helga wore some additional clothing to support her heavy cow body.

When Helga disengaged we had hugs all around, then Lyca bowed.

“As I am sure Smash has already mentioned, we are super-excited about this.”

“As are we,” I responded, also bowing.

Lyca gave the girls an abbreviated version of the wolf den tour she had given the milk maids and I a few days before. But despite trying to move swiftly, it was a quarter to 7:00 when we returned to the penthouse.

“We don’t have a lot of time, so let me go over a couple of things, then we can get started,” Lyca said.

Smash appeared carrying a bottle of wine and glasses. I gratefully accepted a glass of the pale fluid as we listened to the instructions Lyca gave us.

Smash disappeared and reappeared wheeling a clothing rack with a animal skin mixture of wolf hide robes for the wolves, and cow hide leather robes for the cows and bull. The leather was soft and supple against my skin, sensual and erotic. I noticed Alina and Shawna also enjoying the feel of the leather. It brought a flush to our skin. The wolf hides on the wolves looked vital and animalistic, causing their skin, too, to flush. A basal, brainstem-level energy wafted through all of us. The night was going to be special.

I noticed that Helga had ditched her special supportive clothes, and now wore a cow leather robe over bare skin. Though she was excited, I knew her enough by now to recognize that, without her special clothes, her cow body was an uncomfortable burden. She was ready to discard in favor of the more lithe wolfen form.

Outside, the sun was setting. I walked over to the window and looked in the direction of our farm. Sure enough, in the distance, against a far hillside, I could make out a spec that was our barn, farmhouse, and the pattern of outbuildings looking like a town in the old west. I could even make out the pool.

I reflected on the insane changes that had happened in the past few weeks. Even if I had been brought into this life hesitantly at first, I would not change today’s life for my life a month ago for anything.

Just enough of the milquetoast Brendan remained to make me an empathetic, compassionate, humane bull. I realized that I didn’t just like my life, I liked who I had become. Brendan the Bull was a person I could love and respect.

Behind me an elevator dinged, and I heard Smash’s mellow voice say “the guests are all assembled”.

We piled into the elevator and hit a button at the very bottom of the stack labeled “DC”. It was below the three basement levels.

My wife boggled when the doors opened, seeing the immense stone cavern before us.

“This is the Den Chapel,” I said to her. “Not to be confused with Forest Chapel, which is where we will finish the ceremony later.”

“Is that natural?” she asked. Lyca nodded. Beyond the glass wall was the immense cavern that had to be a hundred feet across. I had seen this a week before, but to the cows this was a first. The tiered benches were full of people clad in wolf skin or cow skin robes. I surveyed the crowd and down near the front I spotted three key spectators - Lucy, Angela, and Bibi. The rest of the cows were intermingled with the wolves, and everyone seemed happy and chattered cheerfully. Music boomed from a hidden speaker and some of the attendees were dancing in place.

It felt right, festive, like all the best holidays rolled into one.

The attendees had been laughing and chatting, but once the music stopped and Smash announced our presence, a hush fell across the cavern. We walked slowly to the dais and altar in the center of the room.

Lyca led the procession and positioned herself behind the altar facing the crowd. Xana and Tori stood at the ends of the altar. Helga positioned herself in front, I stood next to her. Alina and Shawna positioned themselves next to the beta wolves at the ends of the altar.

Lyca raised her hand and a deafening howl roared through the room as all the wolves called out to her in a wolf-like song. The cacophony lasted about fifteen seconds before Lyca lowered her hand and the crowd silenced.

She then pointed to Helga, and the audience cheered and clapped. Again, after fifteen seconds, she lowered her hand.

“Welcome my honored wolves. Welcome honored cows, milk maids, pigs, and sheep. Welcome most honored bull and alphas, and welcome honored guests. We are so glad you are here. Tonight is going to be a very special night that has two intertwined ceremonies. First, we welcome our beloved friend Helga into wolfhood and into our pack. And secondly we forge a bond between our wolf pack and our most beloved cow farm.”

She paused and smiled. “Tonight, the lupine and the bovine will be one. There will be milk, there will be seed, and there will be blood.”

A fresh round of cheering erupted in the hall. Lyca let it continue for a moment before raising her hand for silence. She then gestured to Helga, who removed her robe and handed it to Smash, who seemed to always be quietly and helpfully lurking nearby. Helga stood nude in front of the altar, facing the crowd, her milky cow tits hanging in front of her.

“Helga came to us as one of the cows at the Daisies and Clover Farm,” Lyca began. There was a cheer at the mention of our farm, which she allowed for a moment before calling for silence. “She was the first cow of their herd, she was smart, quick with technology, and rapidly became a key member of their herd and their operations. Unfortunately, she was not destined to be a cow for long. Her body did not adjust well to the rigors of a cow’s life, and she was sad and in a lot of pain. She decided that she did not want to be a cow any longer, but didn’t know what life would look like after cowhood. Today, we can say, that life after cowhood for Helga will be amazing.”

Another round of cheers, which Lyca silenced.

“Our cow partners wanted what was best for Helga. We wanted what was best for Helga. Helga wanted to remain part of the farm, and the farm wanted her. What a perfect situation, and one we were able to step into. Tonight, Helga sheds her cow form and becomes what she was truly meant to be. And in doing so, she will help us build the cement that binds this pack and this farm together. Smash, the chalice please.”

Smash again seemed to appear where he needed to be magically. He produced a golden chalice that he handed to Lyca. The alpha wolf placed it on the altar and pulled out a small drawstring bag of herbs that she poured into the cup.

Lyca peeled off her robe and handed it to Smash, who collected the robes from the rest of us standing around the altar, leaving us nude. Xana, Tori, Alina, and Shawna all stretched out their hands and held them above the cup on the altar. Smash handed a sharp stone bade to Lyca.

“Ready?” she asked. The four standing over the chalice all nodded. Lyca sliced open the palms of each of their hands, letting a flow of blood trickle into the chalice, mixing with the herbs. She didn’t cut deep, so the blood flow slowed pretty quickly. Once the chalice was half full, the four women pulled their hands back and used the blood on their palms to smear diagonal lines across their chests going from top left to bottom right.

Lyca lifted up the chalice and swirled it, mixing the blood and herbs, holding it over her head.

“Beloved wolves, what do we say to Helga?” the alpha wolf called.

“Join us, Helga. Be one with us. Run naked through the forest in the full of the moon. Be one with the night. Be of service to all humankind. Bring us love and compassion, and we will show you all the same and more. Come to us, beloved.”

“Yes,” Lyca said softly. “Come to us, beloved. Come to us, Helga.”

She placed the chalice on the altar in front of Helga. The girl who would forever be my first cow reached out and picked up the wolf chalice and turned to me.

“I thank you,” she said, leaning over and kissing me on the lips. “I may become a wolf, but you will forever be my bull.”

Then she turned to the crowd.

“I come to you, by brethren,” she called, and gulped down the blood tincture.

The change was sudden and swift. Helga’s features changed, becoming more aquiline and wolflike. Her canines erupted, giving her soft fangs. Her cow features shrank, her breasts became small mounds, her body light and lithe, her hips narrow.

It all happened all at once. Then the Helga I knew was gone, replaced with the Helga that she truly was meant to be. The sadness and the joy in my heart mingled, separated, and meshed. A tear crept down my cheek.

Lyca spoke up.

“Wolves, welcome your new member.”

The crowd erupted in cheers and Helga raised her hand and waved.

When she turned to me again, she beamed. I could tell she was no longer in pain. Both of our cheeks were wet as she hugged me and kissed me again

“Thank you my bull,” she whispered.

The crowd in the room was still clapping and a murmur had arisen. Lyca called for silence.

“This night is not over. We will now convene to the Forest Chapel for the next part of our ceremony, when blood, milk, and seed will become one, when the vulpine and bovine will become one, and when a pack and a farm will become one.”

A fresh round of cheers went up. Smash handed me my robe, and passed out robes to the others who had discarded them.

This time, however, Helga’s robe was wolf skin.

PART XVI

The crowd made their way to forest chapel. In the week I had spent with the wolves while the cows were recovering from MCGD, I had fucked Lyca or one of her betas almost every day in the forest chapel. I had gotten used to seeing it vacant and secluded. Now was a different story. Torches stood all around the clearing and the benches were filling up with cows and wolves. Lyca, my alphas, and the wolfen betas clustered around the stone altar, while the rest of the crowd took their seats. But they didn’t stay seated for very long. As soon as Lyca climbed atop the altar and discarded her robe, the entire crowd rose to their feet and cheered.

The sense of celebration from the earlier ceremony had intensified and grown. Everyone was looking forward to both the activities of the ceremony, and the massive party that was going to follow.

Lyca dropped her robe and raised her hand. The clearing fell silent.

“Are we ready to get on with this?” she called to the crowd, a big smile across her aquiline features. A roar came from the assembly.

“Then lets do it!” she called.

Smash appeared – like he always seemed to – and handed a stone dagger to Lyca. She knelt down on the altar and pulled me over in front of her, pushing my robe to the ground. She reached down and gave my bull cock several strokes, bringing it to attention, then held the stone dagger in front of me.

“Ready?” she asked. I nodded.

She took the dagger and ran it down her own chest, cutting her skin and creating a deep gash that went from just below her throat down to just below her breasts. A thick, red flow poured down her stomach. Then she took the dagger and made an identical cut in my my own chest. The blood pouring from my chest ran down and coated the base of my cock, turning my balls red.

Lyca coated my cock with the blood from both our bodies, then leaned back on the altar and spread her legs, allowing me to slide my immense blood-covered bull cock into her wolfen cunt. Then I lifted her up and we hugged, our bodies pressed together, our blood mingling. We kissed, then she leaned her head against my shoulder and her breathe tickled my ear as I began pistoning my blood-coated cock in and out of her cunt.

As we fucked, the entire glade had gone silent. All eyes were on the blood-covered fuck that was happening on the altar. Lyca clutched my body, her nails digging into my pecs as I pounded her. She moaned softly, then louder, then finally she leaned back on the altar and arched her back in a crashing orgasm. Her climax drew me along with her, my balls tightened, my bull seed poured into her blood-soaked cunt.

A cheer rose from the crowd. Smash handed stone blades to Xana and Tori. They re-opened the gashes in their palms and poured blood across Lyca’s body as I went back to sliding my cock in and out of her slit. Her eyes were closed and she rubbed the warm blood across her stomach and chest. Shawna and Alina leaned over and squeezed out thick streamers of cow milk across her body.

Then, one-by-one, everyone contributed to the juice that was coating Lyca’s body. The cows, sheep, and pigs all gave milk. Each wolf cut open their palm and poured out blood. My milk maids tried to get away with just milk like the other cows, but I insisted they take out their cocks and add their thick seed to the mix.

By the time everyone at the ceremony had approached the altar, Lyca and I were covered in blood, milk, and semen. The stone altar itself was slippery with fluid. Lyca rolled over on all fours and I knelt on the altar behind her and began thrusting in and out of her cunt wolf-style with reckless abandon, bringing us both to several more climaxes, until we finally collapsed on the altar, laying on the slippery stone, catching our breath.

It was done. The herd and the pack were one.

EPILOGUE

The party lasted all night, all the next day, and through the following night. Dawn on the second morning finally brought the festivities to a close. It had been a wonderful, beautiful and amazing ceremony.

And it had been a beautiful few weeks since Helga first appeared on my front lawn.

The bond between pack and herd stayed strong, and the boundaries between the two slowly melted away until they essentially became one entity. Between the two, we are bringing in a very healthy income, much of which we use for charitable purposes.

Our income was further supplanted by most cows opting to follow in Alina’s, Lucy’s and Angela’s footsteps and get more udders. Our cow farm is now hosting lots of cows with six huge cow-tits full of intoxicating, saffron cow girl juice. As a bull, loving big cow tits is in your makeup, so I could not be happier.

Alina, Shawna, and I remain together, helming the cow side of the equation. Lyca and Xana continue to be in charge of the wolfen side. A few weeks after the ceremony, Tori started expressing an interest in becoming a cow. She has since joined the herd, and Lyca has elevated another one of her daughters – Freya – to be her other beta.

Lucy is still in the herd, but Angela decided she wanted to be a wolf. She joined the pack but still remains active in running the farm.

Tori and Angela’s changes are just one more bond in the cement that holds pack and herd together.

Bibi still owns the bottom of the cow milking order. Though I have told her all is forgiven, she seems to like being the lowest cow whore at the farm.

We’ve expanded twice more and are still accepting any mistreated cows, pigs, or sheep, regardless of where they are from. We have added three more milk maids to keep the girls all happy, and I have relaxed the rules about the milk maids keeping their cocks hidden. I made peace with the fact that I like milk maid cocks.

And, with that, I guess we have come to the part where we say “...and they lived happily ever after.”

THE (very happy) END(ing)

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