Night of the Cow

"There," Mary declared, gasping for breath. "That's one breast done. How are you holding up?"

"Moo...." I found myself staring at the ceiling, the white light of the overhead lamp blaring down on me. Mary had just said... something, but it took me a moment to review it in my head.

"I-I mean... Um... Fine. I'm fine. Th-That was just one breast, though?"

"Uh-huh... Do you want me to wait a little before going to the next one?" Mary asked the question, but from the way she was biting her lower lip, and staring at my other tit, I could tell what answer she wanted. It was sweet that she was willing to hold back for my sake, but...

I shook my head rapidly, red hair whipping from side to side. Honestly, I didn't want to wait a moment more than necessary for that pure pleasure's assault.

"Good. Because that milk was delicious."

With those lascivious words, Mary again lowered herself to my breast. Her lips sealed themselves about my teat, and she began to suckle. This time, though, I wasn't washed away by the pleasure. Not that it felt any less wonderful. Indeed, the edges of my vision were already slipping back into that blessed white. But somehow, it felt like I could hold onto my awareness of the world this time. I could feel her tongue darting against my nipple, each stroke bringing with it a new burst of delight. I could feel her lips, clenched tight around my areola, and her teeth, which occasionally grazed my most sensitive skin.

All too soon, Mary parted from my teat. Then, with a smile, she leaned forward to press her lips against mine. My mouth opened to accept her, and the sweet taste of my own milk touched upon my tongue. It was so sweet...

"Moo... I-I mean, more?" I pleaded with my eyes, ignoring the pitiful noise that had slipped unthinkingly past my lips.

"You're certainly eager to please," Mary teased, "but if you want more, it'll have to be on my terms. I mean, holstaurs are supposed to be submissive, aren't they?"

I hesitated. I was usually the dominant one. But, wouldn't it be nice to let someone else take the lead? Or was that just the holstaur in me talking? But... I was a holstaur, and I was having fun, so... What was the point in resisting?

"A-alright," I conceded, with some trepidation. "If... If moo promise to make me feel good, then I'll let moo do whatever moo want with me..."

"Good girl." My wife again leaned forward to again capture one of my nipples in her mouth. This time, she nipped at my teat as she pulled away, sending a thrilling mix of pleasure and pain running through my being.

"That felt moo-d... I mean good!"

Mary laughed at my mistake, then reached out to touch my forehead. Her fingers momentarily lingered on my horn, then wove themselves through my long red hair.

"You know, I never thought of myself as a lesbian... But after kissing your nipples... Hmmm. I think I'd be fine with a girl, too."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded, worried. Was my wife going to leave me for a girl once I turned back? I didn't want that!

But Mary laughed, ignoring my words.

"I wonder," she mused, leaning forward to kiss me between my breasts, and lick the taught flesh that stretched between them.

I glowered down at her, not liking the lack of an answer. I couldn't maintain it long though, not when she kept kissing and sucking on my tits, nipping the flesh every few seconds, before licking the spot she'd bit.

"You know," she murmured, coming up for air after a few minutes, "considering how eager holstaurs are supposed to be, you've been letting me do a lot of the pleasing..."

"Did you want me to return the favor?" I'd be happy to! I wanted to remind my wife that I knew her body better than anyone - and to convince her that I could bring her more pleasure than anyone else on the planet.

"Please me, and I'll think about returning the favor," she said with an exaggerated scoff.

I laughed at her playful teasing and started to get up but the moment I rose to my hooves, I started to fall again. Thankfully,, Mary's hands slipped beneath my arms before I could hit the floor, and I found myself pulled snugly against her chest.

She was strong. I'd never really thought about it before, considering I had been stronger. Sure, she always worked out with me, but since she didn't have as much 'showy' muscle, it had never really registered that she was building strength too. But my new body was significantly weaker, and when I was held against her breast by arms that were well defined by hard work, I couldn't help but marvel at just how strong she really was.

It was strange, though. Why did being held by someone strong make me feel so much safer than my own muscles ever had?

"You're so light," my wife laughed, sliding one of her arms down to squeeze my ass. Then, before I could respond, she scooped me up into her arms, one hand supporting my back and the other still on my rear. "There we go. Kind of nice to be the one doing this for once..."

I didn't say anything. I just ducked my head and hoped to the heavens she wouldn't notice that my cheeks had turned red as my hair, all over again. Why did this feel so good? It had to be the holstaur transformation, right? It was messing with my head. But it would be over in less than twenty-four hours! I just had to hold on.

Mary carried me down the hallway, and into the open bedroom, kicking the door as she passed to make room for me. When we reached the bed, she smiled down at me, and for a moment I thought she was going to kiss me. Instead, she pressed her lips into my cleavage and sucked at the taut skin between my breasts.

"Hmmm... You taste good," she cooed when she was done, before tossing me onto the springy mattress and grinning down on me.

"Moo!" I yelled, angrily crossing my arms beneath my chest. "I mean. Did moo have to do that, right then? Couldn't moo have kissed me and whispered how much moo love me in my ear or something?"

"Sorry, sorry," Mary apologized, laughing. "You were just so cute, I couldn't help but take a taste."

"Moo... I-I guess it's fine," I submitted, gazing down at the bed. What was wrong with me? Getting embarrassed just because my wife called me cute. And after I'd protested "adorable" just a few minutes earlier! Were the mental changes progressing? Would I want to be a holstaur forever by the time the spell was over?

"If I didn't know any better... I'd think you were enjoying this," Mary teased, leaning down to kiss my cheek.

"Moo! I'm not! It's just this stupid spell... Making me feel like a real girl does, I guess."

"That so?" Mary challenged. There was a dangerous glint in her eyes, and her lips held a playful smirk. "So it's just the spell making you act like this, huh?"

"Of course it is!" I insisted. "I mean, why else would I suddenly feel so weird and... girly?"

"Why else, indeed?" Mary mused, with a casual little shrug.

"Moo!?" I pushed myself up on my arms, staring at her in disbelief.. "What's that's supposed to mean?"

"I wonder?" She laughed, responding without really answering. Dropping her hands to her waist, she wriggled out of her black skirt, exposing her underwear.

"I don't like it when moo hide things from me," I complained. "We shouldn't have secrets!"

"Really?" Mary arched a neatly trimmed eyebrow. "Then I'll be sure to answer all your questions... after you've earned it." She stepped out of her skirt and then tugged her white blouse over her head, tossing it expertly into the hamper. That left her standing over me in only her black underwear and shiny red heels.

"Let me guess - I earn the answers by making moo cream?" It was my turn to laugh. Mary really did have a one-track mind sometimes, and she'd come home to this after a long day of work... I wasn't going to argue if she needed a little stress relief, before ending whatever game she was playing.

"Not quite," she countered. "You get the answers by following my instructions. And my first instruction is to put your head between my legs and lick."

I nodded, an easy grin playing across my face as I positioned myself on the bed. Mary remained standing, and in her heels, she was at just the right height for me to simply lean forward and press my head into her crotch... just as soon as I did something about her underwear.

"Uh-uh," she chastised, smacking my hand away when I reached for her black panties. "You do that with your teeth, this time."

My teeth? But that was so... embarrassing! I'd never allow myself to be caught dead doing something like that... But I wasn't exactly myself, was I? I was someone else. Someone...submissive, and cute. And what would my current self do if ordered to take off another girl's panties with her teeth? She'd give in, of course!

I leaned forward, gripping hold of the elastic band with my teeth and eagerly tugging downward. It slipped from my grip, just as I was getting it over her hips, and snapped back into place. I let out a mournful "Moooo!" in frustration and then leaned forward to try again. This time I managed to tug it entirely down past her thighs and dropped them down to the floor.

"Good girl," Mary hummed, running her fingers through my hair.

I didn't respond or even lift my face. If I did, she would surely see how pleased and embarrassed her words had made me. She'd never let me live it down.

Instead, I leaned forward to press my lips against her tight slit. She gasped above me, which encouraged me to start pushing my tongue inside. To my surprise, she grabbed hold of my hair and I was tugged firmly away from her nethers.

"Now now," she chastised, "I'll give you orders on when and how to use your tongue. Understood?"

I tried to nod, but her grip on my hair was too tight, and a spark of pain ran through my skull. Instead, I let out a small, quiet, "Yes."

"Yes what?" she demanded, tugging at my hair again.

"Ah! Y-yes, moostress!"

"Good cow. Now start licking - slowly."

I did as Mary instructed, pressing my tongue against her slit, and again starting to work it inside. I went slow, this time, as instructed, and my reward was a quiet little moan of pleasure from my wife.

"Faster," she demanded, and again I did as I was told. My tongue began to move quicker, darting in and out.

"Now use your thumb on my clit."

I lifted my head from her crotch to make room for my hand and gently pressed my fingers against her smooth skin. I could feel the faint blonde stubble of her landing strip, too small and fair to see. My thumb brushed against her clit, eliciting a soft moan.

"K-kiss me, honey," Mary breathed. I obeyed, pressing my lips against her slit, and moving my tongue inside her, licking and sucking. More instructions came - how to move my tongue, how fast to go, what to do with my fingers. I obeyed every command, and at last, was rewarded by the sweet taste of my wife's cum as she screamed.

"Good cow," she let out, breathless.

"Then moo'll tell me what moo meant, earlier?" I asked her, bouncing eagerly. "About what might be making me act this way? Assuming moo weren't just joking, I mean..."

"In a second," she promised, with another smirk. "I'm not finished giving you orders. If nothing else, when a pretty girl gets you off, you're expected to return the favor, right?"

I flushed and nodded, not trusting myself to speak. If something other than the spell was affecting me mentally, making me more... submissive and girly, then I wanted to know. But if there really was something I needed to worry about, I thought for sure that Mary would tell me. The fact that she hadn't yet meant it was probably nothing. Just a prank or something.

"Good girl," Mary said, moving over to the nightstand. She reached into her sock drawer and pulled out something long and purple.

"I-is that a dildo?" I asked, panic hitching in my throat. "I didn't think moo had one..."

"I mean, I rarely ever use it," she admitted, with an easy shrug. "You usually keep me pretty satisfied. But today, it's my turn to work on you. I mean, considering our breeding kink, it would be a shame if we ended the night without you getting to experience the other side of things a little bit."

I swallowed nervously. My eyes were locked on the purple dildo. It was huge - twice as big as my own member, with a thickness to match. The idea of that thing being inside of me should have been repulsive... but for some reason, I really wanted it. I wanted to know what it felt like for my wife when I penetrated her. And... since I didn't want a guy to touch me (ever) - this was probably the closest I would ever get to the experience of being bred.

"Alright," I agreed, hesitantly. "I'll moo it. Moostress."

"Good cow. Now spread your legs wide."

I did as asked, laying back on the couch, and pulling my legs as wide apart as possible, exposing my slit. My wife stepped forward with the dildo, but to my relief, she didn't immediately try to slam it into place. Instead, she reached for one of my oversized tits, grabbing hold of the breast and bringing the nipple to her lips. Somehow, even though I'd been drained such a short time ago, I could feel liquid coursing through my nipple, into her mouth. She drank it eagerly, and my vision blurred from the pleasure of it.

When I came back to myself, I was staring at the ceiling. Mary was laying next to me, a self-satisfied smile on her face. Her hand was between my thick thighs, and the dildo was already positioned at my wet entrance.

"You ready?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, but still gave her a nod to go ahead and do it. I didn't know what to expect when the dildo first started to slide past my lips. I certainly didn't expect it to feel so good. It wasn't just the heated pleasure I felt when she pushed it in. It felt somehow right, having something like this inside me. Being filled up to the brim, slowly but surely. I thought it would feel as if I were being invaded. But instead, it was as if I were being made whole.

Then my wife's thumb brushed against my clit. A shiver of pleasure ran through me and my pussy squeezed down on the silicone shaft inside of me. It surprised me when Mary started to pull the dildo out, slowly but surely sliding it out out of my body. I mooed faintly, not wanting it gone, but it turns out, I needn't have worried. Just as it was about to leave me entirely, she drove it back in, filling me completely. Then her thumb teased at my clit again, right before she pulled the dildo out to the head, and then shoved it in all over again.

I moaned loudly, head tilted back, eyes unable to focus on the world around me. Because of that, I didn't even notice when she decided to add her mouth to the fray, placing her lips against her favorite nipple, and sucking once more. That, combined with the dildo inside me, and her thumb on my clit, was enough to push me tumbling headfirst over the edge like never before. I screamed as my world went first milky white, then black as night.

When I was able to see once more, I found myself staring up at Mary, who was waving the cum-covered dildo directly in front of me.

"Want a lick?" she asked, holding it close enough that I could see it glisten.

I shook my head. "Thanks. But the mental changes haven't gone that far. At least not yet..."

"About that, actually..." Mary murmured, avoiding my gaze. "I... should probably tell you something."

"Moo mean moo weren't just joking? There really was more to it then the spell?"

"Not exactly." Mary met my eye with a faint smile. "Actually, it's more like... there are no mental effects whatsoever. Except for a strong compulsion to moo, anyway."

I stared at my wife, mouth opening and closing uselessly for a few moments. "What do moo mean?" I finally managed to sputter out.

"I mean that there are no mental effects," Mary repeated. "The submissiveness, the pleasure you felt - and anything that's gone through your head during this last hour or so... that's all on you."

"But that's impossible! There's no way I'd... I mean, why would I want to be... filled like that? Why would I enjoy being submissive? Why would I like moo being stronger than me? Moo're... Moo're the girl! I'm the guy. I'm supposed to be the strong one! I'm supposed to be-"

"You're not supposed to be anything," Her voice was firm, and caused my ears to twitch. "That right there is the problem. That's exactly why I got the transformation spellbook. You're always so convinced that you have to be who you appear to be. I was actually hoping I could convince you to take on a girl form, and explore it with me... but I didn't think you'd end up doing it on your own."

"That was an accident," I protested. "A mistake. All of this was a mistake. There's no way I'm... I'm not... I can't be..."

"A girl?" my wife finished for me, arching a knowing eyebrow.

I didn't respond, instead staring down at myself. Milky breasts. Dripping wet snatch. Long red hair. A cute face. I'd enjoyed myself so much like this. And now my wife was saying that it was all me. And the way she was talking...

"How long have you known I was a girl?"

"I've suspected for a while," she admitted. "Between your internet history and the way you talk about my outfits, it seemed a pretty safe guess. But I could never figure out a way to actually check... Until I came across that book of spells, anyway. I... thought maybe if you liked being a girl... we could make the spell permanent. Though my plan was for your first feminine experience to be as a human."

"...Maybe it's best it wasn't. I don't think I would have been able to... to feel this way if I didn't think it was the spell making me." To allow myself to feel this way...

"But it wasn't the spell. It was you. And you know that now, so... what are you going to do about it?"

I looked down at my hands, just...considering her words for a long moment. My fingers were so slender. My hands looked so weak. I'd done so much to beef my body up for so long, it should have been terrifying to see myself looking so fragile. But it wasn't. Maybe all those muscles, all that bulk, was just me trying to run away from who I truly wanted to be.

"Do moo think we can make a form kinda like this?" I asked her, hesitation causing my voice to waver. "I mean. Assuming moo're okay with it? And without all the moo-ing..." The vocal tic was starting to get old.

"More than okay," Mary promised, gently rubbing my back. "But uh...we're going to need a new name for you, honey. I don't think your old one will do."

"...Katherine. I want to be called Katherine. It was what my moo-m would have called me if she'd known I was a girl. I asked her once."

"Katherine, then," Mary agreed. "I like it. I'm married to a girl named Katherine..."

"And she's the luckiest girl in the world." I leaned forward to press my lips against Mary's, then held it for a long few seconds before pulling back. "Moo know... We still have another twenty hours or so with me as a fertile holstaur. If moo wanted to breed me like a cow..."

"Hold on," my wife said with a grin. "I'll get the big dildo."

I swallowed, hard, eyes wide. "That wasn't the big dildo!? Oh boy..."

"Sorry. No boys here. Just us girls... Now lean back and listen to your 'moostress.'"

I could already tell it was going to be a long twenty-four hours. And that I was going to enjoy every last moo-ment of it.