Mutari Island Mystery Ch. 02

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Lia awoke and saw that dawn was approaching, although half the sky was still a deep purple color. The scent of fresh woodsmoke lingered, and her sensitive ears detected the crackling of burning wood, so she guessed that one of the others must have renewed the fire at some point. She tried to rub the sleep from her eyes but yelled, "Ouch!" as she jabbed herself unexpectedly.

Blinking and squinting, she looked at her hand and let out a wail of terror when she realized she was staring at a hoof. She remembered thinking that her fingers were feeling a bit rigid and painful when she went to sleep, but such a development had somehow never occurred to her. As much as she loathed the tail and ears and the rest of it, she had not felt as dehumanized from those changes as she did from the loss of her hands.

Sitting up awkwardly, she felt that her breasts seemed to have refilled, and her udder felt bloated as well. "How the hell am I going to milk myself with no hands?!" she muttered, looking around to see where her friends were. She let out a lowing moan when she saw them grazing on dewy grass not far away.

Both were on all fours, although their posture was no longer hands and knees, as Kenzie and Hazel had developed hooves on their arms and legs as well, and their limbs seemed to have adjusted lengths to make standing on all fours the most natural position to take. That discovery made Lia realize her own dainty toes had been converted into ugly hooves. "I don't want to be a fucking cow!" she screamed.

"Yeah? Who does?" mumbled Hazel around a mouthful of grass, making Lia start with surprise, having expected both of her friends to be incapable of speech thanks to their bovine behavior.

"What the fuck are you doing grazing?" the blonde asked, more disturbed than she wanted to let on.

Hazel tried to shrug, but primarily succeeded in making her dangling mammaries wobble. Lia swallowed hard at the sight, almost missing her dark-haired friend's reply, "I was hungry, it tastes good, and I've kind of given up hoping that we'll stop transforming." Her tail swished, whether for emphasis or randomly on its own Lia couldn't tell, but it drew her eyes to her friend's ass and vulva, which appeared swollen and wet.

Clambering to get on her hooves, Lia wobbled unsteadily and snarled at the pain of her milky appendages shifting around. "How the hell are we going to drain these fucking udders?" she asked angrily as she stumbled toward her friends.

"Easier than you might think," Hazel said, sounding almost amused. She and Kenzie crowded up against Lia, who made an inarticulate sound of annoyance, then bent down from either side and groped with their mouths for the blonde's long nipples. Lia mooed in surprise when they started drinking her milk, feeling her tail swish uncontrollably and her sex becoming engorged.

The girls suckled hungrily, she thought, and in a surprisingly short time Lia's breasts were drained. She felt a mix of relief, shame, and disappointment, slightly sad that the experience was over, but Hazel and Kenzie simply shifted until they could repeat the process on the long teats descending from her udder. Lia's strong mooing greeted the sun as it rose over the horizon.

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Hazel found herself wishing that she had a little more control over her tail, if she was going to be stuck in the body of a cow, since it felt like it would make a good substitute for fingers to fuck herself with. She was desperately turned on, and the taste of the warm milk straight from her friends' teats only made her hornier. She and Kenzie had emptied each other before Lia even awoke, but had still been reluctant to act on their obvious arousal with one another. Her reticence was diminishing with every mouthful of sweet milk.

Finally unable to resist her urges, Hazel released Lia's nearly drained teat and moved around behind her, shoving her face between the blonde's butt cheeks and reaching out with her long tongue to taste her friend once again. She thought the tangy saltiness was a nice contrast to the combination of milk and grass she'd imbibed, and delved greedily.

Lia mooed rapturously at the sensations, which gave Hazel a sense of pride and accomplishment. When her lowing moans were muffled, the dark-haired cow looked up and noticed that Kenzie had pressed her hindquarters against Lia's face, demanding satisfaction. Hazel returned to her licking as Kenzie's mooing replaced the sounds their friend had been making before.

After Lia and Kenzie had both been tongued to noisy, lowing orgasms, Hazel turned and presented her swollen lips, mooing in a commanding tone, making it understood that it was her turn. Lia and Kenzie spun around and their chain of love-making continued in reverse until it reached a similar conclusion. Satisfied sexually for the moment, Hazel busied herself carrying sticks to the fire with her mouth while her friends grazed, although she couldn't exactly remember why she thought it was important.

After another delicious meal of grass and a cooling drink of lake water, Kenzie started nosing around Hazel's pussy, prompting her to spread her hind legs wider for better access. Her sensitive ears informed her that Lia was pleasuring their petite friend as well, and an analytical corner of Hazel's mind felt a sense of satisfaction that everyone in the herd had tasted everyone else.

Their grazing and love-making continued until the hot mid-day sun prompted the cows to seek the shade of a leafy tree on the edge of the campsite for a well-deserved afternoon nap, although they slept very lightly for a change.

Hazel absently noted that they continued to develop more bovine traits as the day progressed. Hair, or more likely fur, seemed to be growing up their legs from the hooves, as well as outward from their crotches. It more or less matched the color of her dark hair in her case, but Lia's yellow fur seemed to be blending with a paler cream color in places, while Kenzie's medium-brown was dotted with white blobs here and there.

By the time early afternoon prompted another round of grazing, they each had a pair of small horns emerging from the sides of their foreheads, and their overall body shape was looking more bovine than human, except for the breasts they still sported. Their teeth and jaws had enlarged somewhat, and their noses were broader, yet flatter. They communicated to one another occasionally, but only with moos and nudges. Hazel wondered if her own eyes looked as dull and glassy as those of the other cows.

The herd returned to the fireside as the sun reached the west and the sky turned red. Hazel had developed the habit of carrying branches to it and persisted, albeit with no cognition behind the activity. It was the rank odor of an unusually pitchy branch that broke their mental stupor, at least temporarily, as it irritated their sensitive nostrils and made them moan in dismay as they realized the scope of their transformations.

Chapter 7

Lia could barely get her mouth to work properly, so different was its shape from what she was used to, but she finally managed to form the words, "We're pretty much completely fucked now, aren't we?" They still sounded garbled and not like her normal voice, but they were at least understandable.

Kenzie's eyes, which had become big and brown, filled with tears and she let out a lowing moan. Hazel likewise appeared to be on the verge of weeping but responded, "It looks that way," also in a voice somewhat slower and deeper than it had been.

"I guess it's a small mercy that our minds are vanishing about the same speed as our bodies are changing," Lia observed ruefully. "I'd give just about anything for this whole trip to be an elaborate nightmare, but it'd be a hundred times worse if I stayed 'me,' trapped in the body of a fucking cow."

"It might also be a mercy that we're lactating," Hazel said dully, making Lia glance at her incredulously. The girl continued, "I just mean, if someone finds us here and decides to send us to a farm, they'll probably send us to a dairy farm."

"I fail to see why that seems like an agreeable fate to you," Lia grumbled, swishing her tail in agitation.

"Consider that the main alternative to being a dairy cow is to be slaughtered for beef," Hazel offered. Lia was shocked to realize that she'd never contemplated the small range of destinies for cattle, and felt her legs getting weak at the horrible mental picture of her dumb cow self being led, mooing stupidly, into a giant meat grinder. She moaned and trembled with fear.

"That's what I thought," said Hazel, with the faintest trace of smugness.

"Ending up as steak and cheeseburgers would definitely be the worst timeline," Kenzie said, her voice sounding thick and hoarse from a combination of crying and becoming a cow. "But I think dairy cattle are continuously bred to keep their milk production high. So if we wind up at a dairy farm, we're probably going to get mounted by bulls, and maybe even pregnant with calves, if that's possible."

Lia felt like she wanted to vomit, and even Hazel seemed to shrink somewhat at the idea. In a weak voice, the dark-haired girl replied, "I think nowadays most places use artificial means to inseminate their cows."

Lia snorted quietly and mumbled, "Yeah, having bull spunk injected by a machine sounds a lot more romantic." All three girls stared at the ground, thinking morose thoughts, for a long while.

As the flames began to die down, Hazel asked, "Should we try to keep the fire going? It might be our last hope of being found."

Kenzie replied, "We might be found, but we'll never be rescued."

On that grim note, their conversation died out, leaving each of them feeling frightened and alone.

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Hazel couldn't bear to surrender her last slim hope for a miracle, and despite how difficult it was becoming to find sticks nearby, she diligently searched them out and carried them back one-by-one in her mouth, dropping them in the flames.

She couldn't help but notice that her tits, which had swollen to grotesque proportions earlier in the transformation, were beginning to shrink, as were the other girls' breasts. The reduction was happening alongside a general increase in size, as well as continued alterations to the shape of their faces and the spread of fur. Despite that, none of them had slipped back into the bovine personas.

Lia eventually started moaning painfully and complained, "My fucking udder is so hot and bloated it feels like it's going to burst open. I hate to ask, but can either of you help me drain some of the pressure off again?"

Hazel and Kenzie shared a worried look, thinking that milking or being milked was likely to trigger another mental degradation. Seemingly on the same page, the blonde admitted, "I don't care if it makes me think like a cow anymore. It's probably better if it does. So far it's just been like falling asleep."

Hazel felt a chill of horror at her friend's glum surrender, but the pain in her own swelling udder was increasingly intense as well. "How long can I hold out against it?" she wondered.

Reluctantly, Hazel lowered her head and reached for a teat with her mouth, prompting Kenzie to do the same. They slowly suckled the hot milk, feeling their wits grow more and more dull and drowsy with each swallow. It was only a matter of minutes before Lia's moans of relief transitioned to moos, and Hazel was disgusted to feel her labia swelling at the sound.

It took a rather long time for the two girls to completely drain Lia's udder, and Hazel couldn't resist following up her meal with a taste of the blonde's furry cunt, which was as wet and swollen as her own. The lips were larger and meatier than before, and much more hairy, but still looked basically human to her eyes, although she had to admit she didn't really know how different a cow's vagina was from a lady's. Kenzie, meanwhile, was staring at their friend's face, which was more bovine than before but still recognizable.

"I don't think she's Lia anymore," Kenzie said in a choked voice. "I think she's gone, maybe forever."

Hazel's mind recoiled in horror, but her body was on autopilot, not prepared to stop enjoying the salt lick it had found between the blonde cow's hind legs, at least not yet. Kenzie turned away, quietly weeping, so Hazel had no further distractions as her broad tongue brought the cow to a dripping climax.

Licking her lips, Hazel tried to show the Lia cow that her own teats needed attention. It took a while, but by nudging the blonde's udder repeatedly, she seemed to get the message. Hazel sighed with relief as her friend finally began drinking her milk. "Kenzie..." she groaned, "Please help, I'm so full."

With her head hanging low, Kenzie muttered, "Fine," as she trudged away from the fire and found a teat. Hazel groaned and moaned, each one sounding more like a moo than the last, as her pressure was eased. She turned her eyes to the dying fire, feeling her identity subside into cow-ness almost in sync with the waning of the flames.

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Kenzie couldn't recall ever feeling as alone as she did when staring at the dull, bovine expressions on the faces she could still barely recognize as her friends. She assumed her own was as far along in its transformation, and their bodies all appeared to be entirely cow-like aside from being somewhat smaller and less completely furred. She was sure it was a matter of hours, at most, before she succumbed as well.

The worst part, she believed, was that her cow-body seemed to be in heat. Maybe it was simply jealousy spurred by the smells and sounds Lia and Hazel had made while she tried to ignore their sex, but Kenzie had never craved penetration more than she did at that moment. Any stimulation would have been welcome to soothe the aching, feverish haze, which battled for priority in her mind with the need to be milked.

Tears ran down her growing muzzle as the formerly petite girl did her best to resist the insistent, bestial urges that threatened to overwhelm her. She was sure that surrendering to either desire would be the death of her, at least in some sense of the word. Her existences as a person and as a cow might have some overlap or continuity, but she didn't believe 'Kenzie' would persist if, or more likely when, she became fully an animal.

The pain eventually got too great for her to remain quiet, and grunts and groans began to escape despite her efforts to suffer in silence. That brought renewed attention from her former friends, whose ears twitched as they observed her agony with an air of curious ignorance. The cow once known as Hazel, still distinct because of the dark fur covering her, seemed to realize the need to be milked, or perhaps she simply smelled the liquid leaking from Kenzie's overfull udder. Either way, she and Lia were soon drinking deeply, and Kenzie mooed with horrified relief.

It was the Hazel cow again that decided to sample the wet salt at its source, tracing her muzzle upwards along the trails of moisture that had leaked from Kenzie's swollen sex and trickled all the way down to her teats. The petite brown-and-white cow bellowed with rapture at the attention, raising her dull brown eyes to the sky and watching a shooting star as it burned away to nothingness. Kenzie also gave up at that moment, with one final flare before darkness.

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Despite the girls' fears, however, they were not dead, merely dormant. Their personalities would occasionally surface briefly as the small herd roamed the island, grazing contentedly and providing relief to one another as best they could. They had no conception of time in their condition, and only the barest vestiges of memory or personal identity. Therefore, their confusion was very great when one day they awoke to find something very different from the only experiences they could recall.

Chapter 8

Kenzie blinked her eyes in the bright light of a morning sun and wondered what was going on. She looked down at the ground and was baffled to see her hooves seemed to have split into five skinny appendages, splayed out nearly halfway around it. A strange twitching near her rump made her aware that her tail, which should have been swishing in agitation and worry, seemed to have vanished. The moo of alarm she tried to utter seemed suspiciously quiet and high-pitched.

Strange noises emanated from the rest of the herd, and Kenzie glanced over at them to see two shivering, deformed cows mooing in voices that sounded as wrong as her own. Their fur was missing, or at least much too thin, which made Kenzie abruptly realize her own pale flesh was exposed as well. Their horns were gone, and their ears and muzzles were much too small. Their entire heads seemed shrunken and squashed.

Kenzie crawled awkwardly over to the other cows, who crowded close to each other in fear and confusion, lowing mournfully. Just then they became aware of another strange noise, a kind of throbbing roar, and looked toward the lake, finally discerning where it came from.

A very weak and quiet part of Kenzie's mind recognized the strange apparition as a motorboat that was quickly closing the distance to them. She had conflicting impulses to flee from the noisy intruder and to run toward it and embrace the creatures crowded on its back. Unable to resolve the dilemma, she simply stayed where she was, slightly comforted by the presence of her sister cows, and waited to see what threat the beasts might pose.

"Oh my god!" said a shocked feminine voice. "I think it's those girls who went missing last year! The poster is still tacked up at HQ!"

"I can't imagine how," said an equally shocked male voice. "We must have been up and down that island a dozen times looking for them, and found nothing! I can't believe they could have hidden from us!"

"You think maybe they were kidnapped and whoever did it dropped them back here recently?" asked a second male voice, one that seemed merely surprised and worried. "Not to be creepy or anything, but they look like they're drugged. And they don't seem to care very much that they're filthy, naked, and surrounded by people. Like they've been traumatized and they're in shock, maybe."

"Don't worry ladies, you're safe now," said the female voice, who was busying herself throwing blankets over the cows, much to their befuddlement. They moaned and groaned, milling around, but made no real effort to escape. Kenzie couldn't fully understand what the creatures were so excited about, but the blanket didn't seem to be an attack, and even felt nice after she warmed up a little. Maybe the intruders realized she needed more fur, Kenzie thought.

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Lia trembled as she sat on the unfamiliar bed, sandwiched between the other cows. "No, they're people. Women!" she wearily told herself, repeating what their doctor kept trying to convince them of. In the blank hours or days since they'd been rescued, their minds had slowly started to awaken. There were still times when the girls would sink into an animalistic fugue state, and usually when it happened to one the others would follow, but she thought they were getting better. She didn't quite know why she had that impression, or what it meant, but it made her feel worried.

Lia could remember a succession of boxes she and the other cows... girls... had been placed in after leaving their island home. The open box on the water had been followed by a similar one on land, and she felt a twinge of remembered pain in her tiny, too-high udders as she remembered being bounced around while riding in it. The following boxes had mostly been larger, although each time they moved from one stationary box to another, it involved more unpleasant bouncing in a smaller, mobile box.